"Tony," she whispered. "I suppose you know this has gone far enough."

"No." Tony shook his head stubbornly. "I don't know it at all."

"Well, it has," Sylvia sighed. "Darling, please try to understand. I'm not going to pretend that I don't like it, and I know that you do too. But I just can't keep on spreading my legs for you every time that big cock of yours gets stiff. Mothers simply do not fuck their own sons!"

"But…"

"Don't you know how much noise we just made?" She glanced nervously at the door. "I mean, it's a miracle we didn't wake up your little brother. Can you imagine what Craig would think if he knew his big brother was fucking Mom every night? You're going to be a full grown man very soon, darling, and I want you to meet a nice girl and be happily married. You're never going to bother finding a wife if you're busy fucking your own mom every time your cock gets hard."

"I can fuck both of you."

"Tony, no." Sylvia took a deep breath. "I… I'm going to visit your aunt this afternoon, honey. I know she'll let you stay with her a few days. It'll at least give us time to think about what we're doing. Please just do this for me, baby. You don't have to promise to stop fucking me yet. We'll just take a little break."

"Well…" Tony sighed, looking into his mom's eyes, then shrugged in reluctant agreement. "Okay, Mom. If that's what you want."

"Thank you."

But even as she spoke the words, Sylvia felt a little stab of disappointment. She almost wished he weren't such a good son, that he would just sneer and crawl on top of her gorgeous, naked son again, and keep fucking her wet, horny pussy whenever his cock got hard. Her hand was still holding his cock, and she sighed as she realized how big and stiff it still was, glistening with a lurid sheen of pussyjuice from his own mother's cunt.