Again and again she undulated her hips against his, nakedly spread asscheeks slapping hard up against his semen-filled testicles. Her widely parted thighs were trembling as ripple after ripple of lust washed through her body, a blissful pain of wanton desire, desire for nothing except the constant ramming of her husband's massive cock. She was panting in rhythm to his fucking, making short moaning sounds as she began to feel her vaginal walls constrict against the deluge of cum that was building deep up inside her beautifully filled vaginal passage.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh."

***

David, with his ear pressed tightly against the door, found that his mother's wild, sexually-driven panting was exciting him more than he ever had been before, and his hand was moving more and more quickly along his fourteen year old cock. He was feeling something he had never felt before. A sort of liquid fire rising along his swollen shaft and pressing against the head of his prick. He thought that there was something wrong with the feeling, but it felt so good that he could not stop stroking his cock. He knew that there was something about the stroking and the sounds that were coming from the bedroom that was making him feel the way he did, but although he didn't know exactly what it was, he was sure that he liked it.

He found that his pants were making it hard for him to stroke his cock like he wanted to, so he unbuckled his pants and allowed them to drop to the floor, exposing his cock, small and immensely swollen.

As soon as his pants had fallen to the floor, he was able to increase the speed of his stroking, something he did instinctively. Again and again he allowed his hands to rub along his cock in time to the panting and wild, wet fucking sounds he heard coming from the bedroom. His thighs were quivering as he stood and masturbated, and with each stroke, he could feel the pressure of the searing liquid fire press harder and harder against the glowing red tip of his cock.