"Oh man, oh baby!" Justin cried.

He was biting the right side of her neck, his fingers hurting her as he fucked his cock wildly back and forth, back and forth into her stretched-wide cunt. The mattress bounced under her white, shivering ass, the headboard clattering against the wall. But Betty didn't care about others finding out any longer. She didn't care about anything except her cunt and how it burned and clasped at Justin's fucking cock.

Again and again Justin fucked his cock against her clit, making the tiny trigger swell to the bursting point. Betty felt her belly quiver, her tits start to throb in time with her beating clit. She was going to cum.

Curling her fingers, she scratched at Justin's back.

There was a moment of pause, a second when Betty felt herself teetering on the point of a pyramid. Her clit swelled, her body poised. And then the mad rush of itchy, hot thrills raced through her cunt, making the tiny, powerful muscles around her pussy mouth clench down on Justin's prick. And she could feel it shoot, could feel the milky gobs of jizz spattering against her cunt walls as the delightful feelings coursed through her.

"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck…"

Betty couldn't speak, her voice paralyzed by the power of her climax. All the woman could do was ride the wonderful waves pulling her to pieces.

Closing her eyes, Betty drank in the feeling of Justin's body pressing against hers. And she pretended it was her son's prick rubbing up against her pussy walls.

CHAPTER TWO

"He's kinda dumpy looking, isn't he?" Kathy stared in the direction of the lifeguard tower. Gary Harrow was looking at her like a love-starved puppy, his legs all tangled up in one another. It was almost laughable. It was all Kathy could do to keep from giggling.