I felt the movement of my son’s arms and legs position his body over mine between my thighs. The meat of his hard prick was pressing on my mons, drawing down, seeking the center. I tilted my hips; I spread even more to give him the target. He angled just right, and the tip dipped into my hot p****. It almost skittered out but I grabbed his hips and pulled him, to slide the meat further, about half way. He drew back, and now sure of the way into his reward, plunged ever so slowly in balls deep. What a joy to have this handsome hunk on top of me, sliding in his firm, smooth instrument of love inside me. My body welcomed its penetration. I was primed and juicy and eager. The mighty meat made its way deep inside, pushing the tissue aside as it made that intimate slither within me. The pleasure of his c*** was made extra exciting that this was my son. He was a charming, funny, and giving it to his mom with abandon. It had the zing of being wrong, but it felt so right. It was so naughty, so nasty, so hot and good. I do love to f***, I confess. The male who was ramming my p**** with his big c***, liked it a lot too. He was really going to town. I had to hold his hips to slow him down a tad, so we could enjoy it longer. I mean, if he came too quick I might miss my first couple of orgasms before he blasted. I climax pretty fast on start up, but I like to have a second o*****, before I let the fella join in and spurt. Then, when he has done justice to my feminine needs; we have a special, two for the price of one I had just sailed over the peak of my number three t***-twang, when his hunching went into urgent mode. I knew that pace he was racing for his finish line. Our f****** was hot, but for some reason, even though we were panting real heavy; we kept the moans to a minimum. But then he gave out with an “Oh god mom, I can’t hold back any longer, I’m c******!!!” I always am thrilled to my core, when I feel that throbbing pulse of a male bursting inside my hole. I sense the load pouring out and I flood at the same time too in concert with the pumping of my son’s s**** into his mother. I was fulfilled by my man. He had grown up, and we both had very adult yearnings, that finally were released and given free rein to be wild and untamed.