Patty refused to fuck her son again that day, as often as he pestered her for another chance to slide his seemingly always hard cock into her pussy. Refusing him wasn't easy. She spent most of the evening finger fucking, locked in her room and feverishly rubbing her wet pussy, all to thoughts of the joy she'd experienced with her son's huge prick.

The next morning, Walter came to the breakfast table completely naked, with an enormous throbbing hard-on that was already leaking tasty looking cum juice. He made a valiant effort to fuck his mother again, squeezing and fondling her body as she served him breakfast, making her look at his magnificent cock. Again, Patty turned him down.

Again, she had to spend the next several hours finger fucking. She knew it was worth the effort. Her torrid fuck and suck session the day before had been a one-time degenerate episode that could never be repeated. What kind of mother spread her legs and opened her pussy for her very own child?

Early that afternoon, Patty dressed and went shopping. The first thing she heard when she let herself back into the house was the frantic moaning and screaming upstairs. Patty just stood there, unable to believe her ears, instantly feeling her pussy growing wet, hot and sticky under her panties. Then she rembered what her son had said the day before. He'd decided to keep his promise. He'd brought home some young girl to fuck.