The prickhead slipped into his mother's cunt.

"Roger," Carol hissed, but that was all.

The wet heat that gripped his cock was too much for Roger.

He groaned and fucked his cock completely into his mother's cunt, smashing into the thick hair with the base.

Carol gasped as she felt her son's cock penetrating her completely, her cunt opening and stretching, then closing about it. She even felt his young, hot balls resting on the cheeks of her naked ass.

"Roger," she gasped again. "Roger, don't."

But Roger couldn't stop for anything now. He thought his cock had been shoved into a boiling vat of butter, and the tight gripping of his mother's cunt was so much better than his or Ginger's fist. This was better than anything. The feelings were sensational. For awhile he held himself there, his cock buried far up his mother's searing wet cunt. He was startled, like his mother, to find his cock suddenly inside her fiery cunt. He had not intended to stick his prick into her, at least not all the way.

But the urge had become too powerful to resist and he had given in. His cock was deep inside his mother's hairy, tight pussy. Roger began to fuck his mother.

Carol sobbed sobs of pleasure, not of shame. She kept her eyes covered by her arm and her hips began to move with her son's thrusting motions, her cunt riding on his plunging cock. She moved her pussy up when he came down, and lowered her cunt as he pulled up. The friction of his cock sent rippling rapture through her body.

She could hear Roger gasping above her, feeling his cock banging away into her cunt. She knew her hips were churning with him, almost in a frenzy, fucking right back at her son, and there was nothing she could do. It was much too late. Her son was fucking her and she was cooperating and grinding her hot cunt right at his cock and there was no way either of them could stop.