"Fuck me," she gasped, spreading her thighs, forcing the tip of his purplish-colored cockhead into the furry opening of her pussy. "God… stick it in and load me up with hot cum."

His prick entered her cunt slowly, sliding deliciously over the fluttering membranes. And as it became fully molded in her guts, she could see the hard, angular outline, the loose sheath of foreskin pulled away from the tip of the massive shaft.

His mouth was on her breast, sucking the nipple almost to his tonsils. His teeth nipped her skin, causing electric-like jolts of pleasure to race into her chest. She arched her back, tightened the ring of muscle at her cunt opening, looked him inside.

Pleasure flooded her body, yet with each hard thrust, the ache, the delicious itch became more demanding. Her insides were sucking, pulling, demanding his thick, creamy load of cum.

"Screw me, stud," she panted, throwing her head to one side, inhaling the steamy aroma of sex in the car. "All the way in, you little bastard… push your cock up my pussy and…"

Her orgasm was explosive, even more powerful than the one she'd had when her husband had screwed out her cherry twenty years before.

And although she was alone in her bedroom, and her son was in the shower, she could actually see the thick globs of molten cum splatter deeply inside the yearning pussy. Each drop was like a liquid pearl, etching into the sensitive membranes.

She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming, tasting the salty flavor of blood. While her back arched, lifting itself to some invisible, masculine body, her orgasm became more intense. Pleasure, however, wouldn't be fulfilled. Her fingers just couldn't do what a big, rock-hard cock could.

She lay back, gasping for air, hearing the flood of water on her son's naked body. Then gathering her courage, she slipped her feet over the side of the bed and stood up on wobbly legs.