Stormy Weather

"God, baby! That's it, don't stop! It's so fucking good! Don't stop!"

"I'm not going to stop, Mom. I'm going to keep fucking you until you come all over my cock. Give it to me, Mom, come for me!"

With that, Stewart picked up speed, hammering into her and Janet felt long forgotten waves of pleasure welling up inside of her. She groaned when his hand left her breast and slid down her belly to between her legs. Then he started strumming her clit with his fingertips and she exploded, her body shaking with passion until she went limp and collapsed underneath him.

Stewart wasn't done.

He didn't wait for her to recover, just flipped her onto her back, pushed her thighs up and out and slammed back into her pussy. Janet pulled him down, feeing his weight as she wrapped her arms and legs around her son, kissing him hard.

Janet pulled his head down so she could whisper in his ear, "That's right, baby, give it to me, give your mother your cock. I want it, I want you to fuck mommy until you come. Claim me, honey, use mommy's hot cunt and fill me up!"

That was it for Stewart. He slammed himself deep into his mother, his hips thrusting against hers as he sought every last millimeter. His pubic bone crushed up against her clit, sending her back into convulsions and they held each other close as their orgasms washed over them.

They stayed in their embrace until he finally softened and slipped out. Janet gave him a light push on his shoulders, "Let's go inside, sweetie, I have to freshen up"

"Bring the bong."