When mother is always is horny

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And the longer their fuck lasted, the better it got!

Finally, Flora rolled onto her back and locked her legs snugly around his waist, lying under him and humping her hairy, battered crotch up against him. The full length of her slobbering cunt slit was open to hit aggressive fuck-thrusts. She pulled him down, crushing her thrusting tits against his chest and squirmed wickedly as the strength and intensity of her orgasm poured over her. Her mouth was slack and her lovely brown eyes were soft and dreamy as she stared unseeingly at the ceiling.

She hugged him tightly in her arms and squeezed him between her trembling, shapely thighs, her pussy lips slurping noisily at his lurching, fucking cock meat. Her firm, sweat-soaked tummy fluttered against his. Her fat, pointy nipples poked into his chest and slid raspingly over his wiry hair. Slowly, with a long, drawn-out sigh of satisfaction, she dropped back against the bed, only vaguely aware that Joey’s immense prick was stilt stiff and thick and solidly erect.

The fuck-crazed teenager continued to fuck his mammoth cock in and out of his mother’s cunt, squishing his prick through the hot, oily fuck juice that flooded her cunt tunnel. He couldn’t believe that anything could be as warm and soft and juicy as her drippy, tender pussy.

Flora slowly opened her eyes and gasped as she realized what was still happening. “Christ,” Flora purred. “Didn’t you… c-cum yet?”

“Nope,” Joey grunted, fucking his prick meat deeply into her drooling pussy channel. “But soon… I’m almost… there…”

“Ooohhhh,” Flora wailed helplessly, squirming her gooey crotch up against his, feeling herself start to orgasm again with the unexpected pleasure of his continued fucking. His wide cock pole impaled her tight cunt gash. “Yes, yes! Fuck me, Son! Let me have a cuntful of hot cum!”

Her round, springy ass cheeks bounced off the mattress as she thrust madly upward, lifting her cunt mound and clamping her pussy lips tightly around the base of his jutting cock pole.

“Oh, shit!” she bawled. “I’m gonna cum again, Son, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!”

Joey knew that this time he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He could already feel his jism bubbling up from his churning balls and knew that this time he would fill her sucking, sloshy pussy with his cum.

“Aahh,” he groaned loudly, ramming his spurting cock head all the way to the back of her fuck tube. His hot, slimy jism poured and splattered and gushed thickly.

Mother and son convulsed and spasmed on the bed, each overjoyed with the climax of the other, their arms and legs twined together, their bodies buffeted against each other.

When Joey had finally pumped the last drop of his creamy jism into his mother’s flooded pussy hole, they collapsed side by side on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

Hours later, Joey was awakened by the feel of Flora’s soft, pursed lips playing up and down his cock shaft. Looking down, he saw her curled up between his legs, licking and kissing at his throbbing prick. His cock meat was already half-erect, and was getting bigger and bigger all the time.

Realizing that he was awake, Flora raised her head and smiled naughtily at him.

“I take back what I said before, Son. I don’t think I can teach you very many tricks at all!”

CHAPTER THREE

Flora overslept the next morning and was almost an hour late for work. Driving to the downtown offices of the Lockwood Electric Supply Company, she giggled and squirmed her round ass on the car seat as she recalled some of the antics that she and her big-cocked young son had been up to the night before.

Arriving at the office, she idly noticed that Olive Reynolds, Tom Lockwood’s secretary, wasn’t at her usual post behind her desk. Flora had her own office, just down the hall from Tom’s, where she controlled the company’s inventory of electrical parts. Her job was to add invoices and subtract requisitions for over a thousand parts-inventory sheets. It was an exacting job, although not too difficult.

She walked down the short hallway leading to her office, her mind on Joey and his huge seemingly tireless prick. She licked her lips as though she could still taste his thick, hot jism on them. She didn’t wonder why the front office had been left unattended, although it was never supposed to be. Usually, whenever Olive had to be away from her desk, she called Flora to cover for her.

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