"Oh, Paul! Harder, Paul!" The shameless mother humped madly to meet his strokes, grimacing as she felt her tight hot pussy spasming and oozing fuck-juice all over his cock. "Unh unh unh, oh, Paul, oh, shit, it's just so long and fat! It's going all the way up my belly, baby! Oh, please, oh, yes, keep fucking your mother, Paul! Fuck me, lover, fuck me, fuck your mother's cunt!"

Paul fucked his naked mother, relentlessly drilling his stone-hard fuck-pole into the gooey sheath of her cunt. Emily knew she was on the verge of an extremely hard win. She felt the beginning waves of the cum all the way up her pussy.

She felt it in her asshole too. Emily felt her shit-chute contracting, as if it wanted a big cock of its own to suck on. No, she thought dazedly, as she continued to hump her son. No, she wouldn't stoop that far. She'd let her husband fuck her asshole only once, when she was very drunk. Yes, it was true that she'd enjoyed it. But no, not now. Not with her own son!

"Paul!" Emily gasped. "Paul, play with my asshole!"

Paul didn't seem to understand what she meant. He held onto her hips and kept fucking her pussy as hard as he could. Emily winced with both lust and frustration, knowing that she would cum if he didn't catch on, without feeling his finger up her ass.

"Paul, play with my asshole," she repeated, "…ungghhh! Put it up my asshole, lover! Oh, shit, just jack off Mom's asshole, baby! Hurry, Paul, hurry!"

Paul finally understood what his mother craved. He put his forefinger on her asshole and started rubbing her puckered shitter very hard, in a circular motion, as his massive fuck-tool slammed in and out of her cunt. His mom's asshole felt slick, and it throbbed on his finger. Finally Paul pushed his finger deep inside her ass.

Emily gasped as her rubbery shit-tunnel spumed and sucked, holding his finger deep inside her. Then her pussy came, practically gushing fuck-juice all over her son's hammering cock, as the contraction swept through her fuck-tunnel again and again.