Suddenly, she giggled, shaking her ass.

"This way," she said, leaning over the bed, shoving her ass back, inviting her son. She twisted her naked body lewdly, braced with her hands on the mattress. She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes smoldering and glittering with intense desire. "Fuck me this way, the way Billy is fucking Pamie."

Bob moved eagerly to his mother. Gripping his cock, he dragged his prick up and down the crack of her ass, then shoved his cock lower, pressing at her cunt. Susan felt his prick and groaned with eagerness. She shivered as he placed his hands on her hips.

"Now!" she yelped, ramming her ass back. Bob's cock fucked deep, bringing a low whimper of delight from Susan. She shot one hand between her thighs and clutched at his young balls, her cunt already sucking at his throbbing cock.

The gates of perverse passion opened, and the dam was released.

"Fuck me!" Susan gasped loudly, no longer bashful. "Fuck me, Bob! Ohhh, baby, fuck Mother! God, I've wanted you to fuck me forever, it seems! Oooo such a hard cock, Bob! I love it, baby! So hard – so long – fuck me, fuck me!"

The things his mother was saying seemed to make his cock harder than ever. He loved the way his mother clung to his balls, and he began to fuck his cock in and out of her hairy, clenching cunt. His lower stomach slapped at her naked ass. He looked down, excited by the twisting, lurching churning she made. Even the way his mother pulled and twisted at his balls felt good.

Susan was no longer hesitant to let her passions go, to allow herself to screw and talk and feel the ecstasy she desired so much. She shook her ass wantonly, lewdly, her tits dangling as her son fucked hard into her cunt from behind. She was buffeted forward, but she held herself up, her head twisting, dark hair flying.