Mother and son went at each other like a pair of rutting animals, their sweaty, naked bodies jerking in a wanton frenzy of consumate fuck-lust. As Bobby's hot seed splattered against her womb, Cathy lifted her ass high off the bed, and, with a cry of wanton abandon, ground her cunt up against his cock, eager to receive her son's thick, incestuous load.
"Come in me honey!" she screamed. "Ummmmmmmmmm, come in Momma's cunt!" The hot jets of sperm made Cathy's orgasm intensify, and she pulled him against her, wanting her son's cock as deep as possible inside her while he came. Her cunt rippled in wet waves around his spurting prick as she climaxed with him, her asshole puckering, her clit throbbing.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhggggghhhhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" yelled Bobby, emptying his balls inside his mother's cunt. The walls of her snatch seemed to be milking his cock, drawing the jism out him with rapid, squeezing contractions.
As the last of his cum shot into his mother's cunt, Bobby collapsed on top of her, his cock still deeply imbedded in her quivering mound. Cathy lay panting and shaking under him, her eyes tightly closed as ecstatic thrills danced up and down her spine. After a few minutes, Bobby rolled off and lay beside her, his cock pulling free from her well-fucked pussy with a juicy, suctioning sound.
"How was that for a fuck, Mom?" he grinned.
Cathy just smiled and pressed her open lips against his, slithering her tongue inside her son's mouth. She held the passionate kiss for a few long seconds before answering his question.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Fantastic, baby!" Cathy replied, stroking his cheek. "I never knew what a well-hung stud you were! Jesus, Bobby, we should have done this a long time ago!"
"I wish we had," he sighed, caressing her tits. A sexy smile crossed his face. "But since we have, Mom, why don't we make up for lost time!"
"You mean you want to fuck me again…? So soon?" gasped Cathy increduluously. Bobby only grinned at his mother and nodded. One look at the the boy's cock told her that he was up to it too. His energetic young prick had recovered quickly, and as Cathy's fingers encircled it, the thick column of muscle throbbed powerfully in her hand, a testimony to her son's youthful virility.
"Oooooooooh!" squealed Cathy, feeling Bobby's hard length twitch under her fingers. "You really do want to fuck Momma again, don't you, darling?"
Bobby squeezed his mother's tits. They were round and firm, large enough to fill his hands, the nipples very hard and puckered with desire. The boy's eyes were on his mother's wetly gaping pussy, and more than once, his tongue flicked out to wet his lips.
Cathy clutched Bobby's cock as he looked at her, feeling her tits. Her breathing deepened with anticipation. After the unbelievable sex they had just shared, Cathy was more than willing to do anything her young son desired, no matter how wicked, how wild, how unusual.
"Do things to me, darling," she whispered, her eyes glowing. "Do dirty, delicious, depraved things to you mother, Bobby! I want you to make me do everything, and I mean everything, lover… as nasty as you can make it!"
She squeezed his balls, then closed her fist around the base of his shaft, and rubbed hard. Bobby reached down between his mother's thighs, enjoying the little whimper of pleasure that escaped her lips as he deftly inserted two stiff fingers into her creamy cunt.
"Uhhhhhhhhh, baby, baby, baby!" she crooned, as Bobby began to fuck his fingers in and out of her hot, slippery hole. Cathy stared at his rock-hard young prick, the swollen head sticking straight up, his tiny pisshole glistening.
With a strangled cry, Cathy pushed her face down and began to lick her half-dried juices off her son's sticky cock, making Bobby gasp. He ran his hands through his mother's hair, his balls tightening as her tongue licked around his distended pisshole. Gripping his cock as hard as she could in her small fist, Cathy looked up at her son with gleaming eyes, her face flushed.
"Make me, baby!" she breathed throatily. "Oh God, Bobby, make me do crazy things with you! Wicked things! Nasty things!"
Bobby cupped his mother's face and kissed her tenderly.
"What kind of things, Mom?" he asked, jabbing his fingers deeper into her wide-spread snatch. Cathy hunched her hips up against his hand.
"Bobby, please!" she cried. "Fuck mother's cunt, fuck my ass! Make mother suck your cock! Come in my mouth, sweetheart, and make Momma swallow your cum!"
Cathy was shaking with need now, holding onto Bobby's cock as tightly as she could. "Ohhhhhhh, lick momma's cunt! I wanna come in your mouth! Suck your mother's hairy snatch, Bobby, and let me come all over your pretty face! Ummmmmmm! Oh, Jesus, honey! Make Momma do real nasty things with you!"
Cathy's cunt was firey with wetness, her tits tight.
"Get on your back, Mom!" grunted Bobby. He pulled his fingers from her cunt and rolled his mother over. "Lie on your back and spread your legs!" Cathy did as she was told, feeling the wanton lust mounting once more inside her. She closed her eyes and opened her legs wide, very wide, her feet hanging over the edge of the bed. She felt Bobby's hands on her thighs as he caressed her creamy skin, fondling her, making her flesh tingle with forbidden excitement.
Cathy's hips jerked involuntarily upwards when her son's fingertips touched her tender pussy. She opened her eyes, and amid low moans of pleasure, watched the boy stroke her swollen cuntlips. He gently pulled them open, and began to rub very lightly along her wet, pink slit, paying particular attention to her clit. Cathy groaned softly when she felt Bobby push a finger into her cunt. And when he wiggled it, she lifted her hips up against his hand.
"You're so wet and hot down there, Mom," Bobby gasped. He began to fuck his finger in and out of her, watching the way his mother's hairy cuntlips clung to it. "It's so soft and hot! Ohhhhh, Mom, your cunt feels so good!"
Cathy arched her crotch, pushing it at him. He was making her hot, but she wanted more… much more!
"Taste it, baby!" she ordered. "Get down and lick momma's pussy!" Bobby smiled, and dipped his head into his mother's shamelessly spread crotch. For several tantalizing seconds he licked and kissed the insides of her thighs, before finally placing his mouth over her wet, gaping slit. Cathy gasped aloud, her hips bucking in a wild frenzy as her son's tongue slid into her cunt. She grabbed the back of his head, holding his mouth steady as his wiggling lingual organ probed her deepest recesses. Almost instantly, Cathy felt her cunt spasm, releasing a steady flow of cunt-juice into her son's open mouth. Bobby lapped it up with glee. He loved the taste of his mother's snatch, and he was determined to suck her juicy, delicious cunt until it was squeeky clean, no matter how long it took. When Bobby began fucking his tongue it in and out, Cathy screamed, humping her groin up at his face. She lifted her feet, draping her legs over his shoulders, hugging him with her soft thighs as he licked at her burning cuntslit and clit.
Bobby was licking his mother's cunt like it had never been licked before.
He sucked on the lips, first one then the other, and when he closed his mouth around her clit, Cathy began to thrust up and down, mashing her cunt onto his face. Bobby sucked gently, his tongue flicking the hard little bud with practiced ease.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby! How do you do that?" squealed Cathy. "God!!! Suck it out, lover! Suck, my cunt all fuckin' night…! Jesus!!!!!!"
She held him captive with her hot thighs, her hands on the back of his head for added pressure, twisting her own head from side to side in ecstasy as hot, incestuous passion flared through her tortured body. Cathy looked down at her son, immensely aroused by the sight of his face buried in her twat, her soft cunt-fur hiding his nose. Bobby was staring up at her heaving tits as he lapped and tongued his mother's seeping twat. His hands were under her ass, cupping the firmly bunched cheeks as she writhed and bucked beneath his vacuuming mouth.