It was late at night and Ingrid didn't think twice before leaving the bedroom and parading naked down the darkened ball.

Ingrid rushed to the bathroom, her enormous tits bouncing and swaying pendulously as she felt the spunk running down the insides of her skin. There was a thin light under the door, but she didn't notice it. Ingrid pushed open the bathroom door and gasped at what she saw.

It was her son Jimmy, sitting on the toilet. He was naked too. His face was contorted with pleasure, and his hips were shaking on the seat.

Ingrid felt the fuck juice gushing into her pussy as she saw what her boy was holding in his wildly stroking fist. Jimmy hadn't noticed his mother's entrance. He was grimacing and thrusting his hips off the toilet seat, pounding his huge, long, fat cock as hard as he could.

"Mom," Ingrid was shocked to hear him moan. "Oh, Mom…"

"Jimmy! For God's sake!"

His mother's voice interrupted her son's jackoff fantasy. His eyes bulged as he saw his naked mother walk up to the toilet, her enormous tits swinging heavily. His hand froze on his still throbbing prick.

"Jimmy, what do you think you're doing?" Ingrid asked, standing over the toilet.

Jimmy gaped up at his mother, his cock pulsing wildly between his fingers. His eyes dropped to her huge, stiff-nippled tits and then to the white drops spattered all around her furry cunt.

Ingrid gasped as she watched the cock juice blasting out of the tip of his cock. It vaulted high into the air, spurting all the way up to her tits and raining on her belly. Helplessly Ingrid felt spurt after spurt of her son's jism squirting onto her pussy and thighs and knees.

"I'm… I'm sorry, Mom," Jimmy spluttered, even as the last drops of spunk ran from the head of his prick. "I should've locked the door. I'm sorry…"