Paul entered while Emily was concentrating on the bacon frying on the stove. She gasped as she felt his hands sliding around her waist, pulling apart the halves of her robe to reveal her huge tits. Dropping the spatula, she swiveled around to face him. Paul was naked, his hard-on looking bigger than ever. He filled his hands with his mom's big tits.

"Morning, Momma," he said. "Hey, I'm not hungry. Let's just skip the breakfast and do some more fucking instead!"

"Paul, no!"

Emily pushed his hands roughly away and stepped back. Paul just seemed confused.

"Paul, I know we… we had a good time last night," she said. "I'm not going to try to pretend that I didn't enjoy it as much as you did."

"Then why can't we do it again?" Paul sputtered.

"Because it's a sin, Paul, that's why! It's a sin for a mother to fuck her own son. I feel ashamed of myself for what I did with you last night, and I'm determined to try to forget the whole thing. Now would you please just sit at the kitchen table and let me get on with the breakfast?"

Paul gazed at his mother a moment longer, then shrugged and went to the table. Emily was surprised by his quick concession, and then felt ashamed as she felt an unmistakable stab of disappointment. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she was hornier than ever for her son. Deep down inside, she now knew she wished he'd fucked the piss out of her already ravished pussy right on the kitchen floor.

"How do you want your eggs?" Emily asked after a minute of silence.

Paul didn't answer. Then Emily gasped as she felt his horny hands on her body again, this time lifting the hem of the robe up her back. Emily squealed as she felt something long, fat and meaty nudging between her upper thighs, brushing back and forth through the cleft of her rapidly-moistening cunt.