Patricia and her son

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Chapter 1

, Patricia. Jackson glanced at the kitchen clock; it was 10:30 am.

Her son, Andy, was still asleep. She was increasingly worried that since returning home from college two weeks ago, her eighteen-year-old son had spent most of his time either in bed or in front of the television. What angered her was that he mostly watched adult films. Her son should be like his friends, using his summer vacation to work or do something beneficial.

She went to her son's door and knocked. It was 11:00 am and he still wasn't up. When she received no response, she opened the door and went inside. The window was drawn, making the room pitch black. She went to the window, opened it to let in sunlight, and then turned to look at her son sleeping in bed. The sheets were kicked to one side, and her son was lying there naked.

She felt a little embarrassed and turned away, but couldn't help turning back to look at her son's muscular back. Her heart began to race with excitement. For fifteen years, the only thing she had been in contact with was her husband's familiar male body.

She was curious and wanted to look more closely at the male body before her. Just then, her son rolled over. She quickly turned away, frantically thinking about how to explain if he woke up. Thankfully, Andy was still asleep.

A few seconds later, she turned back and let out a soft gasp. Her son's penis was erect, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the egg-shaped, purplish-red glans. She swallowed hard; that eleven-inch penis was even larger than her husband's. He was no longer the little boy who bathed him ten years ago.

She felt a strong urge to kiss that incredible length, to entwine her tongue around that powerful erection, and to let it release bursts of hot, thick passion. The thought filled her with a morbid sense of guilt.

"God, I'm having incestuous thoughts about my own son."

She turned and walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind her.

Hearing the door close, Andy jumped out of bed. His plan had worked, and he chuckled to himself. He was certain of a long-held belief: his mother needed a penis to satisfy her. Upon returning home, he decided to target his own mother, a housewife whose husband was always busy with work.

His mother was a sexy woman; although 41, her body was still alluring. Her large breasts, without a bra, revealed red nipples through her t-shirt. Her buttocks were round, firm, and elastic, and her waist was slender. The thought of intertwining with such a body in bed, especially with his own mother, made Andy's penis throb painfully.

"Andy!" came his mother's voice from downstairs.

"What is it?"

"Come down for breakfast!"

Andy smiled maliciously and replied, "Coming!"

When Andy entered the kitchen, his mother was washing dishes at the sink. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a Gap t-shirt.

Andy sat at the table, his gaze fixed on the lines of his mother's round buttocks, his penis almost bursting out of his pants again.

"What are you doing today?" Patricia asked her son. She didn't turn around, feeling a little embarrassed about what happened that morning. Her mind was still filled with her son's throbbing penis. The glass in her hand fell into the water, splashing water onto her chest. "

Damn it," she muttered.

Andy looked at his mother. He knew what she was thinking and asked, "Are you alright, Mom?"

"Yeah," Patricia replied, trying to erase the image of her son's penis from her mind.

After finishing breakfast, Andy took the dishes and went behind his mother, pressing his body against her firm back. Patricia gasped at her son's actions, clearly feeling his erection rubbing against her buttocks.

"Mom, I'll wash these," Andy whispered in her ear, then picked up the dishes from her hands and began washing. Patricia was thus sandwiched between her son and the sink, his erection playfully throbbing against her buttocks. Her pulse quickened, and she was bewildered by her son's actions.

Andy slowly washed the dishes, enjoying the sensation between their bodies, a smile playing on his lips as his gaze drifted down to his erect penis pressing against his mother's buttocks. After washing, he placed the dishes in the dryer.

"All washed up, I'm going to sunbathe."

Andy said, turning and heading towards the back door. Patricia remained standing there, her vulva hot and wet from their contact. The penis she had imagined earlier was playfully teasing her buttocks—that large penis belonged to her son. She felt she should go back upstairs to her room and masturbate, imagining herself making love with her son to relieve the urge.

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Chapter 2

She took a deep breath to clear her mind of the filthy thoughts and decided to do something, like going to the supermarket to buy some things. She went to the back door to tell Andy she was going out. Andy was wearing his swim trunks, preparing to enter the water. Looking at her son's strong body, his firm, long legs, and thick arms, she felt her vulva become even wetter. Without thinking, she moved her fingers between her legs, rubbing herself through her jeans.

Just then, the front door to the living room opened, and her husband, Carl, walked in. Patricia quickly stopped and went back to the kitchen. She watched her 55-year-old husband walk into the kitchen, realizing she could barely remember the last time they had sex.

"Are you alright?" Carl asked, kissing his wife's cheek. "You seem a little excited. What's wrong?"

His son's penis flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

"Everything's fine, just a little hot today."

"Of course. Where's Andy?"

"I guess he's swimming."

"Well, at least he's not in bed." Carl glanced at his watch.

"Damn, another meeting is starting. I just came back to get some documents. I'll be back at four today. Goodbye." With that, Carl left.

Patricia opened the back door to tell Andy she was going out too. He was getting out of the pool. Patricia could clearly see the shape of her son's penis emerging from his swim trunks. She stood quietly by the dark doorway, watching Andy pick up a towel and take off his swim trunks, his enormous penis swaying between his legs.

Seeing this, Patricia instinctively rubbed her labia between her legs. Andy, carrying his swim trunks, went to the showerhead by the pool to rinse off. As he turned, he saw his mother standing by the door, watching him.

Patricia awkwardly removed her hands from between her legs and looked at the floor. Her son had seen her; what should she do? Andy walked over naked, his penis throbbing between his legs, a towel in his hand .

"Mom, you really should come with me; it feels so good." He said, wrapping the towel around his waist.

"Hmm—later. I'm going to the supermarket to buy some things for dinner."

Patricia stared at the floor as her son's erect penis rose from under the towel. Her face flushed, her heart pounding.

"Do you need anything?" she tried to calm herself.

"Mom, you can go later. What you need is some sunshine."

"Put on your bikini and lie in the sun."

Andy placed his hand on his mother's arm; she felt a spark. She thought she could sunbathe for an hour before shopping.

"I think you're right. I'll go change now."

As Andy's mother came upstairs, his devilish smile returned.

When Andy saw his mother through his sunglasses, she was wearing a white, tight-fitting bikini. The shape of her nipples was clearly visible. He looked down, and the bikini revealed the shape of her labia. Her long legs, still toned from regular exercise, were beautiful. As his mother reclined on the chair beside him,

she murmured, "My God, it's really hot today," closing her eyes to let the sunlight fall on her back.

Andy picked up sunscreen and knelt down beside his mother.

"Mom, let me put some sunscreen on your back."

Before Patricia could answer, Andy had already applied the sunscreen to his mother's body, gently rubbing it in circular motions.

"Mom, is it alright? Your muscles are a little tense." His hands continued to move over his mother's body.

"Ah, I'm probably a little tired. Your dad's snoring last night kept me from sleeping well."

"Yeah, I could hear it from my room too."

As Andy spoke, he moved his hand to his mother's buttocks. His mother involuntarily pressed her round buttocks against Andy's and smiled. He then moved his fingers further between his mother's legs, rubbing her vulva.

Patricia felt her son's fingers on her vagina and was startled by his actions. A certain part of her brain was activated. Her instincts made her close her eyes.

"Andy, stop what you're doing." She tried to provoke her anger, but the desire within her grew stronger.

"Mom, isn't this what you wanted? Tell me you don't want it."

Andy increased the pressure of his hand.

"Andy, please stop." Patricia couldn't control her desire and could only hope that her son would stop on his own.

Andy silently removed his hand from his mother's vagina. She breathed a sigh of relief, but her vulva was already leaking a little lustful fluid due to desire. Then, Andy pulled off his mother's bikini, one hand caressing her rounded buttocks, the other parting her legs to reveal her lush vulva. He parted her slightly damp labia with his fingers and inserted them.

"Oh—oh—um—um—"

Patricia gasped from the stimulation. Her son was fingering her, teasing her clitoris with his fingers. She told herself she shouldn't enjoy this, but her body knew she wanted her son to do this to her.

"Andy, um—I'm your mother—um—" Her voice was weak, her buttocks involuntarily rising higher as she lay there.

Andy knew exactly what to do. He focused his attack on his mother's clitoris, teasing the sensitive spot relentlessly.

"Oh—oh—that—baby—harder—ah—ah" Her body swayed, her vagina involuntarily tightening around her son's fingers.

Andy looked at his mother's buttocks, like a delicious peach, and brought his mouth to her left buttock, gently biting it. The physical pain combined with the lewdness in her heart drove her a little crazy.

"Ah—Andy—don't bite—Mom—Mom!"

"Ah—faster—ah—harder—right there—grind harder—" Andy followed his mother's request, rubbing her clitoris with two fingers, and his mother moved even more violently.

"A little more—ah—ah—ah"

Andy felt that his mother was close to orgasm. Her sweaty buttocks glistened in the afternoon sun. He could smell the lewd scent emanating from between his mother's legs. With his other hand, he pulled down the top of his mother's bikini and caressed and tugged at her breasts. He felt his mother's nipples harden and stand erect in his fingertips. Waves of pleasure drove Patricia into a world of madness.

"Oh—oh—please—kiss—put your—big—cock—in—Mom—want—ah—ah—hard—in!"

"Mom, do you want what you saw this morning?"

"You bastard—so—you knew all along—ah—ah!" She was close to climax

when suddenly the sound of a car engine came from the front yard. She opened her eyes and realized it was already 4:15. God, her husband was back.

"Andy, your father is home."

Patricia started to get nervous, afraid that her husband would see that she was being penetrated by her own son's fingers. Andy pulled his fingers out, looked at his mother's vaginal fluid on his fingers, and began to lick his fingers. His mother stood up, put on the lower half of her bikini, covering her newly exposed vulva, turned to face her son, and Andy was still licking the vaginal fluid on his fingers.

"Mom, you taste so good." Andy smiled maliciously.

Patricia angrily raised her hand to slap her son, but Andy grabbed her with one hand, pulled his mother closer, and grabbed her buttocks with the other. Just then, the front door closed, and Andy began to kiss his mother's lips.

She tried to resist her son's kiss, but he reached inside her bikini, fondling her buttocks, his tongue trying to penetrate deeper. Her lust was reignited, and she forgot about her husband. Their tongues intertwined.

"Is anyone home?" Carl's voice came from behind

. Patricia moved her hand to her son's penis and began to gently rub it through a towel. Her vaginal desire filled her again, making her somewhat reckless.

"Is anyone home?" Carl's voice came from behind the door. Their current position meant their husband couldn't see them.

The tension brought Patricia back to her senses. She broke free from her son's embrace. Andy let go, but used one hand to play with his mother's erect nipples.

"Hey, we're here, what are you doing?" the mother responded to her husband.

"Preparing some drinks, what do you want?" Carl replied.

"Okay, some martinis—" Andy then bent down and licked his mother's right nipple. She tried her best to prevent moans from escaping her mouth, but the licking of her sensitive nipple brought another wave of pleasure. The fact that her husband was twenty years away and that she and her son could be caught at any moment made her even more wanton.

"—I want some martinis," she tried to control her tone, pushing her son's head towards her hard, red nipple. Andy covered her entire breast with one hand, putting the nipple in his mouth, while his other hand returned to his mother's vulva, beginning a second intrusion.

"Oh—God—" the mother moaned softly

. "The drinks are here." Her husband's voice came from the kitchen.

"Stop, Andy—your dad—oh—your—dad—ah—ah..." She couldn't finish her sentence. The wanton pleasure made her dizzy.

Andy moved away from his mother, allowing her to breathe again.

"You're right, soon we'll finish it next time." Andy smiled and turned to walk towards another back door that avoided the kitchen. Patricia stood there watching her son leave, her vulva still burning and aching. Her son had already cast a spell on her. She combed her hair, picked up the top of her bikini and put it on, sitting on the recliner.

Carl came over with a tray, smiling at her, not noticing anything amiss.

"Did anything happen while I was at work today?" he asked

. Patricia lowered her head, guilt preventing her from looking at her husband...

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Chapter 3

In the evening, Patricia kept herself busy with chores, but her mind was filled with memories of her son's fingers on her vulva that afternoon. Andy had brought her to the brink, but hadn't finished, leaving her burning with desire.

Dinner was just her and Carl; Andy had gone out to meet friends. After dinner, and having finished cleaning up, Patricia returned to her bedroom early. The afternoon's near-miss left her a little tired, and she was determined not to let her son repeat his actions. She fell into a deep sleep.

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When Andy looked at the clock, it was already two in the morning. He quietly opened his bedroom door and walked towards his parents' bedroom. He could hear his father snoring. He opened the door and went inside. His father was sleeping on his side facing the wall, and his mother was lying face up beside him. Andy was excited about what he was about to do; his penis began to erect. He went to his mother's side, onto the bed, between her legs, and moved the sheet over her neck. He began to gently brush her lips and suck on her toes.

Patricia thought she was having a lewd dream. Andy licked his mother's legs with his tongue and gently nibbled with his teeth. In her dream, his mother began to sway her body in response to his kisses. He used his hands to pull down her underwear at her waist.

Patricia felt her panties slipping off her waist. Half-awake, she lifted her hips to help the hands.

"This isn't a dream. Carl hasn't felt like this in so long." Suddenly, she realized her husband beside her was still snoring rhythmically. Her lower body was being kissed, and the owner of the mouth was extending his tongue into her vagina.

"Oh—" she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. If it weren't for Carl, it would be—

"Andy, please stop—" she whispered. Her husband was lying beside her, and she tried to turn away to escape her son's tongue. Andy realized this and grabbed his mother's thighs with both hands, preventing her from escaping.

"Ah—no—don't do it again—" Andy didn't listen at all, relentlessly licking his mother's clitoris with his tongue.

"Ah—ah—ah—"

"No—I'm your—Mom—ah—ah—"

"Oh—oh—so beautiful—"

To avoid waking her husband, she had to control her volume. The pleasure of the stolen love made her desire rise again. She couldn't help but sway her hips, hooking her legs around her son's shoulders. Her body was sweating from passion.

"Mmm—mmm—" "Ah—my dear son—come on—I—want—to—insert—your—thing." Patricia heard herself making a request for her son to fuck her.

"Wait, I'm not finished here yet." Andy used his tongue to enter and exit his mother's vagina, drinking all the flowing juices. He reached his hands to his mother's breasts, grasped her large, round breasts, and rubbed them, his fingers constantly teasing her nipples until they were erect and standing.

"Ahhh, so good!" Patricia felt her whole body burning.

Her son was thrusting violently between her legs, his tongue rubbing intensely against her vulva. She couldn't stop herself from crying out; her low moans mingled with her husband's snoring. She bit a corner of the sheet to prevent her moans from getting louder. As she lifted her hips off the bed to meet him, she pressed her head against the wall for support. As Patricia approached orgasm during oral sex with her son, she felt her vulva was about to melt and explode, and she could no longer control her moans.

"Oh, Mom, it's coming!"

Patricia spat the sheets out of her mouth as she reached her climax. Her vulva spasmed involuntarily, and she arched her back, breaking the silence of the most intense movements. Pleasure surged through her body, and soft moans escaped her lips.

Andy drank all the fluids flowing from her vagina. With her son's movements, Patricia rose higher from the afterglow of her climax, her legs trembling, experiencing a second orgasm.

"God, incestuous oral sex with my own son has brought me to an orgasm I've never experienced before,"

she thought to herself. But her mouth continued to moan lasciviously with her son's movements,

"Ah, that's it, oh God, oh oh oh!"

Her wanton cries echoed in the room. When the final wave of climax arrived, she could only lie helplessly on the bed, waiting for her breathing to gradually return to normal, her body covered in joyful sweat.

Andy continued to lick and tease her clitoris between her legs. He was happy to have given his mother more than one orgasm, and once again felt his mother's vulva respond to his tongue.

"Darling, are you alright?" Carl, clearly awakened by her earlier moans, felt a surge of tension in Patricia, but she still held her son's head between her legs. Andy's long, warm tongue seemed to possess a magical power, making her unwilling to let it leave her vulva for even a moment.

"Darling, I'm sorry, I just had a nightmare and broke out in a cold sweat," Patricia replied, a smile involuntarily spreading across her face.

"Do you want me to sleep next to you?" Carl asked.

Andy knew it was time to leave; she slid her body away and moved her tongue from her mother's vulva to the inside of her legs. Patricia felt her son leaving her sweaty body. She leaned towards her husband and wrapped her arms around him.

"Trust me, darling, no one can touch you while I'm here," her husband murmured in his sleep.

Andy quietly crawled out of the room, a wicked smile on his face.

Patricia's body still trembled involuntarily, savoring the playful, mischievous feeling left by her son's tongue. Imagining the intense pleasure of his huge, thick penis thrusting inside her, Patricia drifted off to sleep in this lewd fantasy. The next morning, when she awoke, she felt a pang of self-loathing. "God, what kind of mother have I become, letting my son perform oral sex on me? This is completely wrong." She wasn't a devout believer,

but she believed her lewd act with her son was enough to send her to hell. She prepared breakfast for her husband in the kitchen; he was clearly unaware of what had happened beside him the night before. "What kind of nightmare did you have last night?" he asked at the table. "Um, I don't remember very well," she lied. She felt guilty again; her son had misled her. Perhaps Andy didn't realize the mistake of last night, and she decided, somewhat angrily, to have a serious talk with her son after her husband left. Carl left for work at eight o'clock, kissing his wife's cheek before jumping into his car. After watching her husband leave, she went upstairs, determined to make her son understand the serious mistake he had made. She stormed into her son's room without knocking. The window was still drawn, plunging the room into darkness. Angrily, she flung the window open, letting sunlight stream in and then onto her son's bed. This time, her son was covered with a sheet. His black hair was tangled on his head, and he remained fast asleep as Patricia shook his shoulder. "Andy, wake up! I need to talk to you about last night," she yelled at him. Andy opened his eyes as his mother shook him. "Okay, I'm awake." "Andy, we need to talk about what happened last night." "Go ahead, I'm listening." Andy lay on the bed, looking up at his mother, who was wearing a pink nightgown with a tight belt, the shape of her breasts clearly visible through the fabric. "Andy, do you know what kind of bad things you did last night?" "Mom, you didn't complain about any of this when I made you climax last night."

"Andy, please, I need to explain to you."

"Mom, how many orgasms did you have last night?"

"Andy!" she yelled, almost losing control.

"I think you're only here to see my big cock, aren't you, little pussy mom?"

"No, I want to tell you..."

Before she could finish, her son pulled up the sheets and stood up. He was completely naked, and his thick, long cock was already erect like a rock.

He pointed his cock at his mother. Patricia took a few steps back. Her son's actions were unexpected. She looked at her son's glistening penis, the tip already oozing a little male arousal fluid. His penis was gently waving in front of her eyes, like a venomous snake extending its tongue at its prey, facing the mother who gave birth to it. She could no longer take her eyes off that seemingly most ferocious weapon of mass destruction.

"Mom, do you want this?" Andy rubbed his penis with his hand in front of his mother. His foreskin was retracting back and forth, the glans constantly appearing and disappearing. She felt as if hypnotized. Good heavens, her son's engorged penis had grown even larger. Standing there vertically, all she wanted to do was grasp it in her hand and suck it.

"No, stop what you're doing, Andy. I just want to talk to you," she tried to convince herself, but seeing her son rubbing his penis, she became increasingly unsure what she truly wanted.

"Then tell me, Mom, tell me what a bad boy I am, tell me this is wrong."

Andy approached his mother, but she tried to pull away and back. Andy reached his mother and moved his hand to the belt of her robe. She tried to back away again, but Andy had already gripped the belt tightly and untied it. Her robe opened, revealing her half-naked body.

She took a deep breath, and Andy stepped forward again, pulling off her mother's robe and letting it fall to the ground. She was now only wearing underwear. When she tried to back away again, she found her lower back pressed against something and couldn't move. She turned and saw it was Andy's desk.

Andy approached his mother from behind, admiring her body. Her breasts were smooth and firm, showing no signs of sagging typical of middle-aged women. The areolas were deep red, round, and large, the nipples fully erect. His gaze moved down to her rounded buttocks and firm thighs.

"Andy, what do you want to do?"

Patricia turned to look at her son, half-naked and exposed to his lustful gaze, causing a slight pain in her vulva. It looked as if her son wanted to devour her alive; even with her arms covering her chest, she felt completely naked. She looked down and saw her son's penis erect just inches from her lower abdomen. Her pulse quickened, the pain in her vulva intensified, and her underwear began to soak with vaginal fluid.

He approached his mother and grabbed her waist from behind. When his hands touched her skin, she felt a wave of weakness and leaned back. Andy moved his hands to his mother's shoulders and gently stroked her arms with his fingers. Then he moved her hands away from her chest, pulled them back to her rounded buttocks, and lifted her off the ground. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, gently nibbling at it.

"Oh," she moaned, unable to control her desire any longer. She knew that this time her son was about to penetrate her with his penis. The thought of him going in and out of her, performing the most forbidden sexual intercourse, sent shivers of pleasure through her body. She resolved that even if it meant going to hell, she would enjoy this journey of penis and vaginal contact.

He carried his mother to the desk, making her sit or lie down, and pulled down her panties, letting them slide down to her ankles. His last vestiges of morality were forgotten at this moment, along with the panties soaked with her juices, at his mother's feet. His hand reached behind his mother's neck and pulled her lips toward him. Their lips met passionately, their tongues intertwining like a knot, his hand gently stroking her hair.

Patricia embraced her son's strong buttocks, pulling him closer. In the fervent kiss, she could feel his enormous penis against her inner thigh, the glans leaving a glistening trail of precum on her delicate skin as it slid.

Andy moved his hand to his mother's lower body, his massive penis rubbing against her vulva a few times before lifting her buttocks and slowly inserting his penis into her vagina.

"Oh, my God, ah!"

she moaned as her son's penis entered her, his irresistible force stretching her vulva open.

"Oh, baby, my dear son, you're so big, it feels so good!"

Patricia tightened her vaginal muscles as her son's massive penis disappeared into her vagina. She wrapped her legs around her son's waist, pressing their lower bodies tightly together. Andy felt his penis being drawn into a warm, tight space—his mother's vagina. As the last inch went in, he let out a groan.

"Mmm, Mom, your vagina is so beautiful,"

she heard the praise from her son, shyly closing her eyes and continuing to use her vaginal muscles to tighten around her own son's penis.

This position continued for a while. Her breathing became heavier and heavier from the excitement of the incestuous intercourse. Her breasts were already bright red from passion. She rubbed her breasts against her son's chest. Her son's hands were still supporting his mother's buttocks, bearing her weight. He teased her earlobe with his mouth.

As her erogenous zones were being stimulated, and with the penis merely inserted in her vagina without further movement, she began to sway her hips, allowing her son's penis to satisfy her lewd desires.

"Quick, fuck me, my good son born from my vagina, come on, use the big cock I gave you to fuck your mother!"

Upon hearing his mother's lewd moans, he could no longer restrain himself. He braced himself on the desk and began moving his hips, thrusting his penis up and down into his mother.

"Yes, that's it, ahhhhhh, son's penis is so good, it feels so good inside me, mmm, again!"

The lewd mother began to scream loudly, trying to express the pleasure of her son's thrusting in and out of her vagina.

"Splashing splashing," the lewd sounds of her vaginal fluids making the intense contact between her vagina and her son's penis created a lascivious sound.

Andy pressed his chest against his mother's breasts, the two embracing tightly, making her large breasts seem about to be flattened. His hands also reached the point where their lower bodies met, stroking the area around her vagina as he thrust.

This action, combined with the vigorous thrusting of his penis, brought out a large amount of the mother's vaginal fluid, making the area where the mother and son were joined wet. He wiped some of the fluid with his hand as he thrust, and held it in front of his mother.

"Mom, is your son fucking you good? Look, what's this? Tell me, isn't the worst thing about your son's penis thrusting in and out of your pussy?"

"Ah, my pussy is almost bursting with pleasure! So good, so beautiful, my pussy is so beautiful, my dear son, this is the most beautiful thing in the world!" She was nearing madness due to her lustful desire.

"Quick, Mom's almost there, fuck my pussy hard, fuck me with the strength you used to have when you were breastfeeding." The mother's wet pussy was nearing orgasm due to the thrusting of her son's penis, demanding more forceful thrusting.

"Ah, it's coming, fuck me, my dear son, you've fucked me so hard!" She arched her back, her lower body thrusting, hoping to allow her son's penis to penetrate even deeper. Andy felt his mother's vagina tighten beneath him, the muscles of her vagina contracting incessantly, and a surge of heat followed. He couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh, Mom's pussy is so beautiful, oh, it's so tight, mmm..." A shiver ran down his spine, and he thrust his penis even harder into his mother's wet pussy, the intensity so great it felt like he was sending his entire lower body into that wonderful flesh, while simultaneously ejaculating his hot semen deep into his mother's womb.

"Oh, Mom."

"Oh, good son, you made Mom feel so good."

Mother and son groaned in pleasure at the same time, intoxicated by the afterglow of their orgasm, their breathing still heavy with passion. The incestuous lovemaking between mother and son brought them an unprecedented sexual climax, their hands still roaming over each other's bodies. Andy's penis shrunk after ejaculating.

"Mom, don't tell me you didn't enjoy this." Andy recovered first, whispering in his mother's ear, while using one hand to squeeze her left breast, his mouth also busy licking her clitoris, making it erect.

"Mmm, my dear son, Mom has to admit, that was a very intense orgasm." She moved her hand to their joined bodies, pulled the penis out of her vagina, and rubbed it back and forth. Under her touch, her son's penis began to harden again.

"Mmm, naughty son." She smiled, watching her son's penis return to its original erection.

"Looks like my dear son is up to his mother again."

She pulled her son's penis and led him to the bed, making him lie down. The son smiled upwards at the woman in front of him. His mother brought her beautiful vagina to the top of his large penis.

"Good son, Mom's coming, use your naughty thing to fuck Mom again."

With that, the mother let her son's penis enter her.

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