CHAPTER THREE

The first thing Angela was aware of when she awoke the next morning was her wet, throbbing, juicing pussy. Smiling, the naked mother rolled onto her back beneath the sheets and savored the sensations of her stacked body.

She was very sore. Her jaw was sore from sucking her son's cock so hard and her pussy lips were slightly raw from his furious fucking. Even her ass cheeks ached from bouncing so furiously during the throes of fucking.

But the feeling of contentment and lust she felt was like nothing she'd ever experienced.

Angela rose from the bed, ran a brush through her hair and slipped into the ice-blue negligee she'd worn while fingerfucking the other night. There was no question of wearing it to the breakfast table this morning. Angela didn't feel at all ashamed of herself. She just hoped Tony would give her another good fucking before he went off to school.

Padding barefoot through the living room, Angela saw that her son was already hard at work on a plate of bacon and eggs on the kitchen table. The first thing he looked at when she entered the kitchen was her big tits, jiggling provocatively under the negligee. Then he looked awkwardly away.

Angela felt a rush of motherly love go out to him. Her son was obviously having a lot of trouble accepting the fact that he'd fucked his own mother the night before. After shooting his wad into her pussy, he'd hurriedly donned his clothes and retreated to his bedroom. He'd probably spent a long sleepless night thinking about her pussy.

"Why darling, you've already fixed your breakfast," she said softly. "Didn't you want me to make it for you?"

"Oh, you do too much already," Tony said, keeping his eyes averted. "I ought to be able to take care of myself."

He was blushing and Angela knew he felt guilty for fucking her, even though it had hardly been his fault. She smiled to herself as she walked to his side of the table, the negligee rustling about her ass cheeks. She hoped to drouwn out his conscience with a healthy dose of lust.