"Mom, let's do it!" Tony gasped. "Come on, Mom, let's do it again!"

"Baby… oh, baby!" she whimpered, drawing away from him, leaning back with her tits exposed, lees wide apart, skirt above her blue panties. "Take my panties off! Hurry, Tony, take my panties off!"

Hurrying, almost tearing his mother's panties Tony stripped them away.

Janice lifted her feet for him, and when he dropped her panties on the floor, he stared between her legs. The thick, soft hair of her cunt parted, showing the pink wetness of her slit, the tip of her clit protruding in hardness.

Tony licked his lips, his eyes glassy. He stared for a long time, and Janice lay back, slumped and vulnerable, letting her son take his time looking at her. Her cunt burned with a heat that amazed her, her need getting stronger and stronger. Without taking his eyes off his mother's succulent pussy, Tony pushed his pants off.

Janice, sobbing softly with heat, slowly lay back on the couch. She felt only a slight embarrassment, lying there with her tits showing, her dress around her narrow waist. Her belly button was a deep dimple, a very thin line of dark hair stretching to it from the thick mat of soft cunt curls. Her cunt pulsated, the pink lips flexing as her clit throbbed with readiness. She lifted her arms to her son.

"Now, Tony. Oh, baby, do it now!"

With a groan, Tony climbed onto the couch between her open legs, his cock dripping a bead of pre-cum on one thigh. Janice stared at his cock as he lowered it. Her body jumped when the swollen head brushed against her her clit as he pushed it downward.

Tony looked at the head of his cock just touching the slit of his mother's cunt. He held his cock at the base, his body trembling. Janice was holding her breath, anticipating the thrust of his cock into her cunt.