Roger panted, fucking his cock in and out swiftly, his balls beating up and down on his mother's grinding ass cheeks. The wet sounds of his cock fucking in and out of his mother's cunt seemed very loud to Carol, louder than those her husband used to make. It seemed to her she could feel her son's cock more than she ever had her husband's. Her cunt flexed about his cock, pulling and squeezing as her ass twisted and bounced to meet his thrusts.

Roger fell on top of his mother, his arms wrapping about her shoulders, his hips pounding up and down. He buried his face into his mother's still-covered tits. Carol finally pulled her arm from her eyes but only to shove her hands down her son's back, her hands curling into the tightening cheeks of his ass, urging him to greater efforts. Her long legs lifted, then wrapped about his legs, her ankles locking. She strained her cunt to him, her head moving from side to side as rapture controlled her. She clung to his naked ass, her fingers digging into the flesh. Her cunt tried to suck his cock deeper, the stretching of the hairy lips ever so delicious. She grunted and whimpered as her ass beat up and down on the couch, her cunt flying on her son's very hard, very young cock.

She squeezed her son's ass brutally, feeling his balls bang upon her ass. She lifted her hot thighs higher, drawing them up his hips to his sides, her heels beating at his back.

Roger, with his face pressed between her covered tits, grunted and gasped and pounded frantically, fucking in a frenzy. The sensation of needing to piss was stronger and stronger and he wondered what was happening. He wanted to stop, almost afraid he was going to injure himself, yet the sensations drove him on and on.