She ached to take his cock in her hand, to feel the hardness, to squeeze and jack his prick. Somehow, she kept her hands off him.

"Take my panties off," she whispered, the words thick.

Standing with his cock straining out, Richard gazed down at his mother. She was writhing her hips.

"Really, Mom?"

"Oh, God, really!"

She felt his nervous fingers pulling at her panties, and, when they slid down her thighs, she opened her thin wrapper, her body now almost naked.

As Richard pulled his mother's panties off, he stared at the bushy cunt he had exposed, his breath coming out hot and loud. He dropped her panties to the floor, standing there and eating his mother's cunt up with his eyes. Again Sandy parted her legs, and the pink wetness of her pussy made Richard's breath catch in his throat.

"Do it, baby," she said softly.

"Do it?" he asked, unable to take his eyes off his mother's juicy cunt.

"Yes, do it!" she hissed, lifting her hips. "Put it in me!"

Still, he stood rigid.

"Richard, fuck me!"

"Fuck you, Mom?"

"Yes!" she hissed passionately, lifting her arms to him. "Fuck me! Oh, God, please, darling!"

Eagerly, Richard climbed over the arm of the couch between his mother's long, slim thighs. His cock scraped along the inner flesh of one thigh, and Sandy felt the hot, slippery trail of fuck juices there and her cunt started twitching with anticipation.

As the rounded head of her son's cock touched at her cunt, she gave a small yelp and lifted her hips. Her son's cock slithered into her cunt without help. She felt the swollen prick head part the lips of her fiery pussy. She could feel his cock throbbing between her sensitive cunt lips, and, to her surprise, her pussy seemed to clamp around her son's cock. That had never happened to her before. She didn't know why or how it happened, but the more her cunt squeezed at her son's cock, the better she felt. She mewled softly as his weight rested on top of her. Neither moved, both barely breathing.