They seemed afraid to move, both surprised at what was happening. Richard's face rested on one of his mother's tits, his hands at her side.

With a sob of sudden ecstasy, she flung her arms about her son and moved her ass. The pumping motion caused her cunt to slide back and forth on his prick. Richard still had not moved. He had never felt anything so good in his young life. His mother's cunt was wet and hot, and gripped his cock like his fist never had.

"Help me, Richard!" she hissed. "Don't make me do all the work, honey."

Her hips revolved, swinging about as she pumped her cunt back and forth.

"Help me," she moaned. "Fuck me, too! Ohhhhh, God, Richard, fuck me! It's so good, so fucking good! Fuck me with your hard cock! Please, help me fuck!"

Richard lifted his head, bracing himself upright with stiff arms. He looked into his mother's face, seeing her eyes filling with tears, seeing her expression of ecstasy. Then he looked down between their bodies and saw his mother squirming her hairy cunt up and down on his cock.

Instinctively, he began to fuck her.

"Oooooo, yes, yes!" Sandy wailed, her arms now above her head, gripping the arm of the couch. Her body moved from her hips down, her cunt churning with the movements of her son's cock. "Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!"

Her son's cock seemed to go deep, very, very deep. Her ex-husband's cock had never penetrated the depths her son's prick was now reaching. Her ex-husband's cock had been short and thick, and couldn't reach those exciting places Richard's cock probed.