I let my own son fuck me, she thought dreamily. I let him fuck his own mother's cunt.
Her cheeks flushed with shame again. She knew she would have to tell Tony that this would be the first and last time she relieved him this way. But for now the fuck-hungry mother continued to grind willingly on top of him, flexing her pussy-muscles, helping her son's mammoth hard-on shoot out all of the jizz.
CHAPTER TWO
Sylvia went straight to bed after that, more ashamed than ever, wondering if she would ever be able to look herself in the mirror again. She paused outside her son's bedroom door, relieved to hear Craig snoring peacefully. Then she went to her own room and crawled under the covers without washing, without wiping the crusty white flakes of her son's dried cum from her inner legs. The size of Tony's cock and the joy of fucking her own son had both relaxed and satisfied her. Despite her guilt and confusion, she fell fast asleep.
She awoke abruptly six hours later, at the crack of dawn, immediately aware of an intense, pounding need deep inside her cunt. Sylvia immediately knew that she'd been having a wet dream about fucking her son. Her pussy was swollen and dripping wet, and the remembered image of her son's huge cock loomed irresistibly before her mind's eye.
It's so sinful, Sylvia told herself. It's so wrong to want to fuck my own son. But her pussy still pulsed violently, and she knew she'd never be able to get through the day with her cunt feeling like this. Hurriedly she kicked the covers to the foot of the bed, exposing her stacked naked body in the grey first light. Her rounded ass wiggled into a good humping position on the center of the bed, and she splayed her curvaceous thighs as wide as she could. Then she put her hand on her hairy pussy and immediately started finger-fucking, thinking helplessly about her son's big cock.