hair and almond-shaped eyes. She had a small straight nose, and a full wide mouth. Her tits were straining up against her dress even as she rested on her back, two hard nipples visible.

Karen was afraid to move, afraid to open her eyes, afraid she would see someone standing over her.

Her eyes opened.

The first thing she saw was her son's cock bulging in his pants. Her breath caught in her throat, and she could not pull her gaze from his prick. The heat that had come to her face became the heat of desire, the heat of that pacing beast demanding satisfaction.

"Fuck me," she whispered, her words barely audible.

Brett's body jerked, his eyes staring at her, his cock throbbing.

"Fuck me," she said, a bit louder. But Brett couldn't move.

"Fuck me!" she almost screamed.

"Fuck me, damn you!"

"But, Mother, I.."

"Fuck me!" Her tone was demanding, her eyes burning on his outlined cock. She ran her tongue over her lips. "Fuck me, goddamn you."

She spread her legs as wide as she could,

jerking her dress to her waist. Her stomach was flat, trembling with overheated hunger. Her belly button was a lovely dimple and the waist of her bikini panties barely covered the line of her cunt hair. The crotch was stretched, with dark hair showing along each side.

"Fuck me!" she demanded again, her voice a low growl.

When her son didn't move but stood staring at hers Karen sat up quickly, clawing at his pants, opening his belt, shoving his pants down. She jerked the crotch of his shorts to one side, his cock springing out.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, grabbing her son's cock in a tight fist and jerking. "I want this! I need this! Fuck me, Brett!"

Karen pulled her son between her thighs, stroking his cock with a tight, hot hand.

"You're going to fuck me, Brett," she said in a softer voice, staring at the smooth head of his cock, watching his fuck juice drip. "You're going to fuck like you fuck Sally."