"Oh, Paul! Yes, fuck me, Paul!" she babbled. "Shoot it up my pussy, lover! Shoot it up Mom's cunt!"
She could still feel his hot jizz spraying into her pussy, squirting onto the tender inner walls of her cunt. Hornily the naked mother flexed her muscles around his shooting cock, helping her son to pump every drop out of his balls. But already, now that the beat of fucking had subsided, she felt herself being overwhelmed with shame.
I fucked my own son, she thought. The words were like a brand an her mind, accusing her of something she was sure she would never be able to forget. I did it… I fucked my own son!
CHAPTER TWO
When Emily opened her eyes early the next mowing, she was still in her son's bed, her son beside her, slumbering contentedly with his enormous cock half-swollen across his thigh.
Emily rose from the bed. She felt completely degraded by her own uncontrollable lust. Her nipples were stiff and sore, not from desire but, rather, from how hard her son had sucked them the night before.
Emily looked down at herself, blushing as she saw the crusty mixture of cock-juice and pussycream staining her inner thighs. Her son's enormous cock had opened her fuck-hole very wide, and now her cunt-slit was tender and swollen. As much as her cunt hunt from last night's wild fucking, she knew that the rawness and irritation added to her horniness. She was already horny right now, only moments after opening her eyes.
Emily padded to her own bedroom downstairs her huge tits jiggling as she took the stairs.
She ran a brush through her hair, then donned a short, terry robe and knotted it tightly around her waist. Then she went to the kitchen to start breakfast.
It would be as if nothing had happened, Emily swore to herself as she took the eggs and bacon out of the refrigerator. When Paul came downstairs, she would explain to him that they had committed a sin, and it could never be repeated again. She was sure she could never live with herself if she continued to give her pussy to her own flesh and blood.