Mother and child joy

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. 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 school two weeks ago, her seventeen-year-old son had spent most of his time either in bed or in front of the television. What frustrated 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 didn't get a 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 turned away a little embarrassed, but couldn't help turning back to look at her son's strong, 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 waves 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 thought: 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 shout from downstairs.

"What is it?"

"Come down for breakfast!"

Andy smiled maliciously and replied, "Coming!"

When Andy arrived at 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 eyes 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 answer, feeling a little embarrassed because of 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?" "Yes," Patricia replied, trying to clear her mind of her son's penis.

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 his mother's 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 herself.

--- Chapter Two She took a deep breath to clear her mind of those messy thoughts and decided to find something to do, like going to the supermarket to buy some things. She went to the back door to tell Andy she was going out. Andy was putting on his swim trunks, preparing to get in the water. Looking at her son's strong, muscular body, his slender, strong legs, and his thick arms, she felt her vulva become even wetter. Without thinking, she moved her fingers between her legs, rubbing herself against 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. Watching her 55-year-old husband enter the kitchen, she realized she could barely remember the last time they had sex.

"Are you alright?" Carl asked, kissing his wife's cheek. "You seem a little agitated. What's wrong?" His son's penis flashed through his mind like a slideshow. "Everything's fine, just a bit hot today." "Of course. Where's Andy?"

"I guess he's swimming."

"Yeah, 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. Gotta go." 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 dimly lit door, watching Andy pick up a towel and take off his swim trunks. His enormous penis swayed between his legs.

Seeing this, Patricia subconsciously rubbed her labia between her legs. Andy took his swim trunks and went to the showerhead by the pool to rinse off. When he turned around, he saw his mother standing by the door, staring at him.

Patricia awkwardly removed her hands from between her legs and looked at the ground. 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 ground as her son's erect penis rose from under the towel. Her face began to flush, her heart racing.

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

"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, and she felt a spark fly. She thought she could sunbathe for an hour before shopping.

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

As Andy's mother went upstairs, his devilish smile reappeared.

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 slender legs, thanks to regular exercise, still had a certain elasticity. As his mother reclined on the chair beside him, she murmured, "God, it's really hot today," closing her eyes to let the sunlight fall on her back.

Andy picked up some 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 making circular motions.

"Mom, is it okay? Your muscles are a little tense." His hands continued to work on 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 her desire. Then, Andy pulled off his mother's bikini, one hand caressing her rounded buttocks, the other parting her legs to reveal her pubic hair and slightly damp vulva. He then inserted his fingers into her slightly moist labia.

"Oh—oh—um—um—"

Patricia moaned 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 clearly told her she wanted her son to do this to her.

"Andy, um—God, I'm your mother—um—" Her voice was weak, and her buttocks involuntarily rose higher.

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

"Oh—oh—that—baby—harder—ah—ah" Her body swayed, her vagina involuntarily contracting to grip 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 lustful feeling made her somewhat rampant. "Ah-Andy-don't bite-Mom-Mom!" "Ah-faster-ah-harder-right there-grind harder-" Andy, following his mother's request, rubbed 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 lustful scent emanating from between his mother's legs. With his other hand, he pulled off 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 rampage.

"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--you-already-knew-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 out his fingers, 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 discovered 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.

Patricia moved her hand to her son's penis and began to gently rub it through the towel. Her vaginal desire filled her again, making her somewhat reckless. "Is anyone home?" Carl's voice came from the back door. Their current position meant their husband couldn't see them.

The tension woke Patricia up. 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 over twenty and 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 lewd pleasure made her dizzy.

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

"You're right, it'll be done soon, next time we'll finish it." Andy smiled and turned to walk towards another back door that avoided the kitchen. Patricia stood there watching her son leave, her vagina 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, feeling guilty. A sense of revulsion prevented her from looking at her husband… ----------------

...

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

Patricia thought she was in a lewd dream. Andy was licking his mother's legs with his tongue and gently nibbling with his teeth. In the dream, her mother began to sway her body in response to his kisses. He used his hands to pull down her panties from her waist.

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

"This isn't a dream. Carl hasn't done this in a long time." Suddenly, she realized that her husband beside her was still snoring regularly. And her lower body was being kissed, the owner of the mouth 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 avoid her son's tongue. Andy realized this and grabbed his mother's thighs with both hands to prevent her from escaping.

"Ah--no--don't--don't do it again--" Andy ignored her completely, 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 keep her voice down. The pleasure of their tryst 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.

"Hmm--hmm--" "Ah--my dear son--come on--I-want--insert--your--things." Patricia heard herself pleading with her son to fuck her. "Wait, I'm not done 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 also teased her nipples, making them erect and stand up.

"Ahhh, so good!" Patricia felt her entire body burning. Her son thrust 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.

"Ohhh, Mom, it's coming!"

Patricia spat the sheet out of her mouth as she reached orgasm, her vulva spasming involuntarily. She arched her back, breaking the silence of the most intense movements. Pleasure continued to surge through her body, and soft moans escaped her lips.

Andy drank all the juices flowing from her vagina. Under her son's ministrations, Patricia rose higher from the afterglow of her orgasm, her legs trembling as she experienced a second climax.

"God, incestuous oral sex with my own son has brought me to orgasms I've never experienced before," she thought to herself. Yet, her mouth continued to moan lasciviously with her son's movements, "Ah, that's it! Oh my god!" Her wanton cries echoed in the room. When the final wave of orgasm arrived, she could only lie helplessly on the bed, waiting for her breathing to gradually return to normal, her body glistening with pleasurable sweat.

Andy continued to lick and tease her clitoris between her legs, delighted to have given his mother more than one orgasm, and once again feeling her vulva respond to his tongue.

"Darling, are you alright?" Carl, clearly awakened by her recent moans, asked. Patricia felt a surge of tension, but she still held onto her son's head between her legs. Andy's long, hot tongue seemed to possess a magical power, making her unwilling to let it part from her vagina 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 playing on her lips.

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

Andy knew it was time to leave. She slid away, moving 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 slightly, savoring the playful sensation of her son's tongue. Imagining the immense pleasure of his large, thick penis thrusting inside her, Patricia drifted off to sleep in this lewd fantasy.

The next morning, when she woke up, 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 illicit affair with her son was enough to send her to hell.

She was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for her husband, who 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 clearly," she lied.

She felt guilty again; her son had misled her. Perhaps Andy didn't understand that what happened last night was wrong. She decided, somewhat angrily, that she would 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 problems he had made. She stormed into his room without knocking; the window was still closed, plunging the room into darkness. Angrily, she flung open the window, letting sunlight stream in and turning to 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 what happened 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 in 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 licked you until you came last night." "Andy, please, I'm here to explain to you." "Mom, how many times did you come last night?" "Andy!" she shouted, almost losing control.

"I think you're here just to see my big cock, aren't you, pussy mom?" "No, I want to tell you..." Before she could finish speaking, her son pulled up the sheets and stood up. He was completely naked, and his thick, long cock was already erect like a rock between his legs.

He pointed his penis at his mother. Patricia took a few steps back, taken aback by her son's unexpected action. She stared at his glistening penis, a little precum already seeping from the tip, its shaft swaying gently before her eyes like a venomous snake slithering towards its prey, towards the mother who had given birth to it. She could no longer look away from that seemingly most ferocious weapon.

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

"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 uncertain about what she truly wanted.

"Then tell me, Mom, tell me what a bad child I am, tell me this is wrong." Andy walked towards his mother, but she tried to pull away and back away. Andy reached his mother and moved his hand to the belt of her nightgown. She tried to back away again, but Andy had already firmly grasped the belt and untied it. Her nightgown opened, revealing her half-naked body.

She took a deep breath, and Andy stepped forward again, pulling off his mother's nightgown and letting it fall to the ground. She was now only wearing underwear. She tried to back away, but her lower back hit something that prevented her from moving. She turned around and saw Andy's desk.

Andy came behind his mother and admired her body. Her breasts were smooth and firm, showing no signs of sagging like a middle-aged woman's. The areolas were deep red, round, and large, and the nipples were 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, exposed to his lustful gaze, she felt a slight pain in her vulva. He seemed to want to devour her alive. Even with her arms covering her chest, she felt utterly naked. She looked down and saw his penis erect just inches from her lower abdomen. Her pulse quickened, the pain in her vulva intensified, and her underwear began to wet.

He moved to 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 suppress the desire within her 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. At this moment, his last shred of morality was forgotten at his mother's feet along with the panties soaked with her juices. His hand moved to the back of his mother's neck and pulled her lips toward him. Their lips met passionately, their tongues intertwined like knots, and his hand gently stroked his mother's hair.

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

moved his hands under his mother, his large penis rubbing gently against her labia 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, its force unstoppable. Her vulva stretched open by his massive intrusion.

"Oh, baby, my dear son, you're so big, it feels so good!" Patricia tightened her vaginal muscles as her son's penis disappeared into her vagina, wrapping her legs around his waist so their lower bodies were pressed tightly together. Andy felt his penis being drawn into a warm, tight space—his mother's vagina. As the last inch entered, he let out a groan.

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

she heard the praise from her son. She shyly closed her eyes and continued to clench her vaginal muscles around her son's penis.

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

As her erogenous zones were stimulated, and with his penis only inside her vagina without further movement, she began to sway her hips, allowing her son's penis to satisfy her wanton desires.

"Quick, fuck me, my good son born from my pussy, come on, use the big cock I gave you to fuck your mother!" Hearing his mother's lewd moans, he couldn't hold back any longer. He propped himself up on the desk and began moving his hips, thrusting his cock up and down into his mother.

"Yes, that's it, ahhhhhh, son's cock 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 pussy. "

Splash splash," the wetness made the intense contact between the mother's pussy and her son's cock produce a lewd sound.

Andy pressed his chest against his mother's breasts, the two hugging tightly, making his mother's large breasts seem to be flattened. His hands also came to the junction of their lower bodies, stroking the area around the pussy while thrusting.

This action, combined with the intense thrusting of the cock, brought out a large amount of wetness from the mother, making the place where the mother and son were joined wet. As he thrust in and out, he smeared some of his own juices on his hand and held it up to his mother.

"Mom, are you enjoying this? 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 about to explode 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 almost driven to madness by her lust.

"Quick, Mom's almost there! Fuck my pussy hard, use the strength you used to have when you were breastfeeding me!" Her wet pussy was nearing orgasm from the thrusting of her son's penis, and she begged for more forceful thrusts.

"Ah, it's coming! Fuck me, my dear son! You've fucked me so hard!" She arched her back and thrust her lower body, hoping that her son's penis could penetrate even deeper. Andy felt his mother's pussy tighten beneath him, the muscles of her pussy 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 wanted to send 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're making Mom feel so good."

Mother and son groaned in pleasure at the same time, lost in 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 shrank after ejaculating.

"Mom, don't tell me you don't enjoy this." Andy was the first to recover, whispering in his mother's ear while using one hand to fondle her left breast and his mouth to lick her clitoris until it stood erect.

"Hmm, dear son, Mom has to admit, this was a very intense orgasm." She moved her hand to their point of contact, pulling his penis out of her vagina and rubbing it back and forth. Under her touch, her son's penis began to harden again.

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

"Looks like my dear son is going to do something naughty 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 bringing her pretty 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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