"Fuck me," she whispered, hesitantly. "Fuck me, Brett!"
"Yeah, I will, Mother," he grunted from behind her, fucking his cock into her cunt harder. "I'll fuck you, Mother!"
She felt his tongue licking about her spine, running up and down it, then swirling about her shoulder blades. He was squeezing her tit hard, sending delightful shivers through her.
"Mmmmmm, fuck me, fuck me," she whispered softly, the words sounding good to her. "Fuck me, Brett… fuck me good, baby!"
"You have a hot cunt, Mother," she heard him saying at her back. "You're cunt is real hot and wet!"
A shiver shot up and down her flesh. She would not let Sally do anything she couldn't
do. Sally was a young girl, and she was in her early thirties if Sally could use those words to inflame and excite her son, she could too, and much better. Not that she felt there was any need to compete with the pretty girl. She felt more a desire to please her son than any sense of competition with Sally.
"Your cock is so hard, Brett," she breathed huskily. "You have such a hard cock, darling… and it feels so good in mother's cunt!"
Brett ran his tongue about her back, licking the silky flesh, his hips pumping.
"And your balls," she went on, rolling them about in her hand as she twisted her naked ass. "Your balls are so full and sweet, so precious. You come so much in me, honey. I love to feel your cock coming off inside me, inside my cunt, my pussy…twat…cunt…cunt, cunt!"
Brett was fucking her faster and faster, the words she was using inflaming his mind and passions. Karen wiggled her ass about for him, thrashing back and forth in time with his lunges. Her cunt was about to spasm with those deliciously sweet orgasms. She squeezed at his balls, pulling them, urging her son to squirt, to come, to flood, her steamy cunt with his thick, sweet come juice.