Cum kept on gushing up from his balls, basting her burning pussy in a torrent of hot jism. Vivian reached the pinnacle of ecstasy as she felt the cum bubbling out of her furry, frothing fuck slit, dripping into a lurid puddle on the bed.
"Oh, you dirty little fucker!" she hissed, still grinding her pussy onto his wilting cock. "Fucking your mother like this. Oh, Donald, it's so sinful. What are we going to do?"
CHAPTER THREE
"You mean you have to go back there again?" Vivian asked, her voice hushed with concern. "To the old house? Isn't that going to be sort of a strain on you?"
Lana sighed and patted her son Richie's arm. "I know what you mean," she murmured. "But Richie and I will just have to make it as quick as possible. We'll go in, get our things, and leave. I suppose the logical thing would be to spend the night there, but I really think we'll just shack up in a motel, instead."
The three of them, Vivian, her friend and recent roommate Lana, and Lana's teenager Richie, were sitting around the breakfast table over coffee.
Coming down the stairs a few minutes earlier, Vivian had feared that her shame for fucking her son the night before would be obvious on her face. Particularly to Lana, who had known her since childhood.
But it seemed that Lana and Richie were wrapped up with thoughts of their own. There were still some things at Lana's old house that she had to pick up, and it would be the first time Lana had been there since her husband's tragic death.
"Are you going to need a trailer or something?" Vivian asked. "I have an old friend in the rental business."
Lana shrugged. "No. It should all fit in the car." She sighed as she pushed her chair away from the table. "Come on, Richie. I guess we'd better be going."