He gave hard, deep thrusts into my warmth which had my whole body moving to meet him. "I want to see your boobs, Mommy."
I laughed, as I struggled to pull my t-shirt I wore to bed off, "My boobs, baby. Mommy has tits, big tits."
"Or jugs," he corrected, cupping both my voluptuous tits with his hands the second they were available.
"Yes, baby, play with Mommy's jugs," I moaned, another naughty word adding to the sin, as he took my left nipple in his mouth. My breathing increased as my son kept pumping his cock in my cunt while pleasing my jugs. In only a couple of minutes and way quicker than usual, I could feel the bubbling rise of the orgasmic tide.
Moving up and pulling out, Michael ordered, "On all fours, Mommy."
My hunger to submit and to come taking control, I obeyed without hesitation. He moved behind me and quickly slipped his cock deep inside my pussy and stopped. I pleaded, desperate for release, "Oh God, Michael, fuck Mommy, please baby."