"Who?" Tony asked, unashamedly cupping his cock and balls in his hand and hitching them up in his tight jeans.

Angela had to clear her throat before she could speak. "Brenda," she said. "Wouldn't you like to fuck Brenda Moran?"

"I'd rather fuck you, Mom."

"Tony!" she cried, blushing and lowering her eyes in confusion.

He stood up and came around the table to stand over her. He lifted her chin with his fingers, and in the next instant he was kissing her in a way he'd never kissed her before, trying to slip his tongue between her full, voluptuous lips.

Angela tried to resist, but she felt her insides turning to hot jelly, and it felt as if the hot jelly was leaking from her cunt. She opened her mouth and accepted her son's tongue, and she didn't even try to resist when he pushed open her robe and bared her big tits. He caressed one of them expertly and eagerly, and her big nipple went hard as a rock under his pinching and pulling fingers.

As their tongues tangled together, she heard the soft sound of Tony's zipper opening. Soon the hot tip of his cock was pressing against her other nipple and leaking sticky fluid against it.

Tony broke off the kiss and stood up, running his fingers through the luxuriant thickness of his mother's long, black hair. As he stroked, he gently drew her head closer to his out thrust cock. Angela knew just what he wanted, and she moistened her dry lips with her tongue as she stared at the purple, juice-dripping head of his swollen cock as it thrust from his fly. She undid his belt and pushed his jeans down to free it completely, revealing his big, hairy balls to her lustful gaze.

"I never…" she started to say, and it was true.

She had never sucked his father's cock, no matter how much he'd coaxed her.

He pulled her head more firmly, not really forcing her, but making his desire clearly known. As her warm breath touched his prick, it swelled even harder and stiffer.