"Fuck me, baby fuck my ass off!" she cried. "Mom's cumming, Paul! Oh, please, keep fucking my pussy! Jack off my asshole, darling! Cuuummmiiinnngggg!"

The cum lasted so long that the naked mother thought she might black out from the sheer intensity of orgasming so violently on her son's pounding cock. When she came to, Paul was still pounding his cock into her pussy, panting as he approached his own cum.

Suddenly Emily knew where she wanted to feel the morning's second load of cock-juice squirting next. Yes she had to feel it there, she thought dazedly. Up her asshole… her own son's enormous cock, hammering between her ass-cheeks, rooting deep inside her tender, nearly virginal bowels.

"Paul," she panted. "Would… would you take it out now? I know you want to cum in my pussy, darling. But Mom wants another kind of fucking instead."

Paul reluctantly pulled his huge fuck-tool out of her hairy pussy. Emily glanced over her shoulder, seeing how violently his enormous cock throbbed, how it dripped pussy-juice and his own oozing cum.

Red-faced with shame and passion, she stretched out on her belly crushing her huge tits on the linoleum. She glanced up, seeing that the jar of Crisco shortening was still on the stove. Then she reached behind her back, grasped her peach-shaped ass-cheeks and spread them as wide as she could, showing her puckered shit ring to her son.

"Oh, fuck, Mom!"

"Paul, would you get the shortening from the stove?" Emily asked, in a voice that cracked with her feverish lust. "Paul, Mom needs a good ass-fucking now. That's right, Paul. I want you to stick your big cock right up my juicy little asshole and fuck the shit out of it for me will you do that for your mother, Paul?"