"Kiss me, Tony," she mewled, and pushed her mouth onto his. She gasped at the fury of her son's lips crushing against hers. She squeezed his shoulders as he pulled her naked body tight against his, his cock resting on the mat of pussy-hair. Her son's tongue slipped past her teeth, and Wendy purred as she began to suck on it. Her hands moved down from his shoulders, around his waist, and cupped his tight ass. She pulled his cock as tight as she could into her pussy-hair, squirming against it.

When Tony pulled his tongue out of her mouth, she gazed into his eyes, searching them for reluctance. All she saw was eager anticipation.

She opened her legs slightly, and when his cock was between them, cloned them again. She squeezed his cock with her thighs, feeling the heat of it. She smiled, a nervous, tentative smile.

"Nice, Mom," her son said softly.

She flexed her thighs on his cock, and felt it harden.

"I'd say it's very nice," she replied in a whispery voice, digging her fingers into his ass hard.

She held him tight, kissing him again.

"Tony," she purred as weakness flooded her. "Let's… baby. Mother needs you so very much. I… please, Tony?"

Without another word passing between them, they stepped from the shower, forgetting to turn it off, and left a trail of water from the bathroom to her bedroom.

Wendy, her eyes glowing with hungry fire, lay back on her bed, ignoring her wet body. She let her legs hang over the edge, and opened her legs while her son stood watching her. She spread her legs wide open, the pink of her cunt exposed, framed by the soft blonde hair. Her tits, even though she was on her back, seemed to stand up firmly, her nipples rigid with desire.

She kept gazing into her son's face, knowing his cock was lifting hard, sticking out with the same kind of need her cunt felt. She lay with her arms along her sides, her legs opened wide, her cunt pulsating as she waited for her son to come to her.