Flinging her ass about frantically, Janice bit at her bottom lip, feeling the scream starting. She clawed at her son's bouncing ass, her finger digging into the crack to urge him on. Her clit was about to burst. Tony was holding her ass tightly, his face buried in her soft, hot tits, panting against her flesh.

She could feel her juices on her naked ass, soaking into the cushions of the couch, and she didn't care.

She stroked his shaking body until he became calm, and then held him tenderly, letting him recover. His cock shrank and began to slip from her cunt. With a squeal, she tried to hold it inside, but his prick came free, drooping along the crack of her ass.

She kissed at his cheek tenderly, caressing his back. The tip of her tongue tasted the sweat on his neck.

"Oh, my God!" she said suddenly. Tony lifted. "What's wrong?" Janice's face was red, her face turning to one side as she covered her eyes with one arm.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"I… what I said," she said softly, shyly. "I said… Tony, you must be ashamed of me."

"Why, Mom?"

"Because of what I said… those wicked words."

"You mean fuck, Mom?"

She nodded, her face on fire with embarrassment. "I don't say those words."

Tony stood, laughing softly. His laughter increased her embarrassment. "Well, I did fuck you, Mom," he said.

She kept her face averted as if this would conceal her from him, but she lay sprawled, wantonly, cunt and tits displayed. She heard him pick up his clothing, and when she peeked, he was gone.

Tony did not approach her for a few days. He was there, but neither of them mentioned what they had done. He didn't seem shy or ashamed, but almost indifferent. It was the trait she had seen in men that she had dated who, once they had what they wanted from her, ignored her.

Tony acted no differently toward her than before. He showed her as much affection as always, but never in an intimate manner. Despite herself, Janice worried about that. Was Tony like other men, satisfied now that he had gotten what he wanted from her?