Sexy psychologist helps mother and son mate

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The naked mother was white-hot horny. Her sexual self-confidence roared back as she arched her shapely body, hedonistically accepting the vigorous, intentional strikes John’s manhood was providing. Her undulating hips matched his fuck rhythm. As good as he gave, she gave good back. Every downward stroke of his was met by an upward shove of hers.

“Ahhh, mom! You’re the best piece of ass I have had!” the hung lad proclaimed.

Sweat began to pour off of the young stallion as John re-doubled the strength in his arms and proceeded to drive his zealous erection even more into Ashley’s pulsing nook. John was banging his mother like an open barn door in a tornado. Her overflowing cream now made the acoustics of wet, slapping flesh all the more louder. The sex went from illicit to illicitly raunchy. The meaty goodness of her son’s cock was wonderful to the divorcee.

“Ohhhh, yes, honey! Fuck me! Fuck your mommy! I need it so, so bad! And your dick feels soooo damn good!”

This was music to the randy therapist. Reclining on the lounger, Holly’s heated vagina was releasing a current of juice. The self-pleasuring redhead, with three fingers in her fervid and lathered gap, was on her way to her second orgasm as she watched with blatant lust John bedding Ashley.

“Fuck your mother, John! Fuck her! Don’t stop!” she lecherously egged on.

Both lovers heard Holly but were so lost in their own torrid and forbidden world, neither looked at the psychologist. Ashley and John’s mating was feral, and could easily rival that of beasts in the wild. The faster he fucked her, the hornier she got and thus the harder she fucked back. Their grunts could be the soundtrack for a NatGeo special on gorillas. Mother and son, crazed with lust, simply could not get enough of one another.

The strapping lover was bulldozing his hard, hefty cock inside Ashley’s succulent pussy over and over again. She was completely enthralled with the quality and quantity of John’s thrusts. Lasciviously she tightened her cunt around his pistoning cock, squeezing it for all its carnal worth. Wildly, she thrashed her head on the bed from side to side.

“Ohhhhh, Johnny! Johnny! Fuck meeeeeeee!” she moaned. “Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop fucking your mommy!”

He, after a few more shoves, responded by pushing her longs legs up, exposing Ashley’s glistening twat, and pulled out his tool, with a semi-loud “plop.” His elongated prick, coated in her glazed honey, jumped about proudly.

Holly’s keen eyes caught this. She ceaselessly licked her lips at the sight of the shiny and firm dick, wishing it was plowing away at her own hungry muff. Her hand, rubbing herself in a circular motion, now concentrated on her electric clit, preparing for her next orgasm.

Ashley immediately threw her head up and glared up at John. It was a mixture of shock, hurt, anger, and unfulfilled passion. She saw a devilish grin on her son’s handsome face.

“Oh, that’s right,” he said and with a forceful shove, slammed his hardness right back into her starving gap.

“Ugghhhh!” she howled.

“You didn’t want me to stop fucking you—ever!”

John, with new-found vigor and a conquering rush, began to pump Ashley tempestuously. His hips were a blur as he loved-tap Ashley’s womanhood with unrelenting force, speed, and sexual fury. She threw her head back in shameless glee.

“Who’s your man, now?” he asked heatedly.

The writhing beauty at first couldn’t answer. The power of his downstrokes and her upstrokes had her literally bouncing off the mattress. When she tried to reply, she initially sounded like she had a stuttering problem. Finally she was able to annunciate.

“You, baby! You!”

“Who owns your sweet, hot MILF body?”

“You do!”

His final teasing inquiry was “Who am I to you?”

Normally Ashley would have gotten pissed at the line questioning. But her mind was so flame-broiled with lust, she would have identified herself as a Martian if meant keeping getting this superb and monumental lay. Yet, even in her libertine delirium, she realized she was verbally committing herself to her son as he literally was planting his staff in her. She willingly and sincerely answered.

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