"Mother, how do-"

"Shut up!" she hissed, turning his cock loose and ripping her panties from her body, tossing them across the room. "Fuck me and shut up!"

She spread herself on the bed, her head on the pillow again, her legs wide. She was almost

doing the splits on her back. The pink wetness of her cunt glistened between the thick curls of her pussy hair, her clit throbbing up from the folds. She arched her pussy up.

"Fuck me-now!"

Brett stared at his mother, his cock jerking up and down in a wild manner. The thick hair of her cunt curled up and around the pink puffiness of her cunt. The excitement running through him was fantastic. His eyes gleamed as his mother lifted her lips, twisting her crotch around in such a lewd way that he almost came just from watching.

"Hurry, damn it!" Karen hissed at her son, her body trembling. "Hurry up and fuck me!"

She pulled her knees back to her chest, holding them with her hands, keeping them wide, gazing at him from between them. Her ass lifted from the bed and seemed to wiggle and shiver with anticipation.

He could stand it no longer.

Brett moved onto the bed, his cock aimed at his mother's steaming cunt. Then his prick was inside her.

"Oooooo!" Karen hissed, her eyes rolling as her pussy clamped about the swollen head of her son's cock. "Ohhhhh, yes!"

Brett jerked his hips forward, and his cock fucked deeply into her cunt, all the way, his

balls smashing against the uplifted cheeks of her ass. For a while, a long while, he held himself there, braced with his hands on each side of her. He felt the heat of his mother's wet cunt sear the flesh of his cock, felt the gripping waves.

Karen felt as if she had been penetrated by something enormous, something very long and thick. A soft sob of pleasure bubbled from her tight throat, and her hands, holding her legs up, tightened there.