She felt a warm fizzy tingling ripple up and down her body as she thought of her son pumping his hard prick upon her rump. “Mom…” he spoke huskily. Sex “Oh, unh, oh Mom, unh!” he panted with the sensation of his prick sliding up her quiff. He spread his legs and hunched forward. Nothing could have stopped him; he was beyond all control. She half-heartedly made as if to break away. He saw his mother standing by the diving board of the swimming pool. He groaned as the head of his peter made contact with her pussy slit. Kathy Dolman was in her prime, and despite having a fifteen-year-old son was quite attractive with a pretty face and a nice body. He got on the bed and looked at his mother. Jack’s mother knew he was ‘at that age.’ She had seen him occasionally rubbing his crotch and had twice seen him masturbating. Jack had his mother in the swimming pool. “Oh Mom, oh, I can’t stop–oh, it feels too good to stop!”
He heaved his crotch forward, mashing and grinding it upon her rear end.
