"How's your school work doing, Tony? Are you getting any better at math?"

"I'm doing okay. We had a test a couple of days ago. I think I did good in it."

"Well, darling. The word is well. I did well. Now what was your score?"

Tony hesitated a moment before answering and Angela was happy to see how much trouble he had keeping his gaze on her face. He'd never seen his mother in such a sexy nightie before. Repeatedly his gaze darted to her big juicy tits, dropping to her slim waist and the hairy triangle of her cunt.

"Eighty-six," he said softly. "I mean, eighty-eight. I got an eighty-eight."

"Eighty-six or eighty-eight." Angela deliberately moved closer, until her pussy triangle was mere inches from his face as he sat before her. "Which one was it?"

"Eighty-eight."

Tony was now breathing hard and Angela could see his big, stiff cock throbbing in his jeans. Helplessly he stared at her body as he took a long gulp of orange juice.

"You're all done with your breakfast, darling. Would you like some dessert?"

Deliberately, shamelessly, Angela lifted up the hem of her negligee, showing her son her hairy cunt.

Tony stared hard at her pussy, seeing the way the pouting, swollen lips glistened with fuck juice. Angela's cunt was very hot and wet. The smell of her cunt cream filled the whole kitchen.

"Oh, fuck," Tony said. "I can't stand it anymore!"

Then he was all over her, lunging off the chair and wrestling his mother to the floor. Angela secretly delighted, squealed and flailed her hand against his back.

"Tony! What in God's name do you think you're doing to me? You stop that! You're going to miss your first class!"

"Gonna suck you," Tony moaned. "Can't fucking take it, Mom. I'm gonna suck your sweet fucking little cunt!"