ABANDONED - PART NINE - IN THE END

"I still feel strange about all this," she said, picking at her eggs with her fork.

"I know, so do I," he told her, looking around to make sure that no one could hear them.

But that was unlikely as they had chosen a table far away from the other people in the café.

"I know I should feel something other than what I'm feeling," she explained. "I've just made love to my own son. What kind of sick pervert does that without feeling remorse or guilt or blame? But I don't. Well, maybe just a little. But mostly I just feel, uh, uh, I don't really know how to explain it. Glad, I guess would describe it. Glad that everything is out in the open between us. Glad that we're able to share this kind of intimacy. But sorry in a way that things will never be the same as they were when we were just mother and son. It was all so simple then. Now everything is so complicated. A part of me wants it to be the way it was. Another part of me wants it to be the way it is. And another part of me wants it to be even more. And another part of me is afraid. Afraid that someone will find out and then what?"

"Who's gonna find out?" he asked, talking with his mouth full, "I'll never tell anyone."

"Not even Rachel?" she asked him staring deep into his eyes for the answer.

"Uh, no, I, uh, I won't tell her, I promise," he quavered, wondering if he could really keep that promise.

It would be so cool to gloat in front of her for what she did to me in front of Dave.

"Please don't," she said softly.

"I won't," he mumbled.

"I just don't know," she frowned, pushing her half-full plate away from her. "I think that I should do something. Maybe something to stop this. I know it is so wrong. So disgusting. But I don't want to stop it. I know it's abhorrent and an act against nature, but, but, I, I feel like, like someone needs me again. I was so empty before, but in that emptiness, there wasn't any conflict with myself. Then, the void was all your father's fault. Now, now the blame is mine. Letting it get this far without stopping it all rests on my shoulders. And it's pretty heavy load."

"I'm sorry, but what can I do?" he asked her, pushing his empty plate away from him and reaching across the table to take her hand in his.

"Nothing. Nothing, but keep it a secret," she smiled at him, lovingly squeezing his hand. "That's all you can do. I guess the rest is up to me. After all I'm the adult in this thing. Ha, Ha."

Hank felt a sense of gloom fall over them as they looked into each other's eyes. Then his mother gave him a weak, little smile and popped open her purse.

He watched pull out a twenty and lay it on the table.

"Well, let's not let my little tirade ruin the day," she said, pushing her chair back and standing up. "There's so much to do and so little time."

"Yeah," he grinned, seeing that she was at least trying to brighten their spirits.

They left the restaurant and crawled back into the car.

I hope this doesn't ruin the day. I want to make love to her all day long. I know it's sick, but I feel like I'm on a date. On a date and I know how it's gonna end. There's no suspense. I'm gonna get to fuck her. God, I love her so much.

"I know that, that it sounds so bad," he told her as she drove along, "but I kinda feel like we're on, on a date."

"Well, I guess that it is sort of a date," she said, keeping both hand on the steer wheel and looking out the front window at the road ahead.

"Yeah, I think so," he grinned, looking over to see that her dress had ridden up her leg to reveal an expanse of smooth, bare thigh.

"But on this date, you know what's going to happen. You don't have to worry about whether you're going to get some or not," she laughed casually, quickly glancing at him before returning her attention back to the road.

"I was hoping so," he said, reaching over and running his fingers over the bare skin of her thigh.

Damn, she's got the prettiest, fucking legs.

"I know," she smiled, her eyes flitting down to his hand for just an instant.

Then, he saw her slowly spread her legs apart as she continued to stare out the front windshield. As she did, it was quickly obvious that she wasn't wearing any panties.

She's not wearing any goddamned panties. She's been running around all morning without any panties and I didn't even know it. If I'd known it, I'd have been all over her like stink on shit.

A jolt of excitement fired off through his cock as it suddenly began to swell and grow.

Leaning over toward her a little more, he ran his fingers over the fragile softness of her fleshy pussy.

"Ummmmmmmmm," she murmured but kept her eyes on the road ahead.

"Mom," he quietly said, gently fingering her jutting clitoris, "I, I don't want you to think that I only care about you because, because of, of, uh, you know, your, your, uh, pussy. I, I love you. I love you for being you and I want you to know that. I'll always love you, no matter what. But the way I love you now, it's, it's different than before. Before, you were my mom and I adored you. You were the center of my world. But now, now it is so much more. I love you as a woman. A beautiful, wonderful woman. And now you are the center of my universe. I can't really explain how it makes me feel to know what you've done. What you've given up for me. But I want you to know that I treasure what we have. And I'll never do anything to jeopardize it."

"Wow," she laughed softly, looking over at him for a moment before turning back. "That was quite a speech."

As she did, Hank saw a tear glistening on her cheek before she turned away from him.

"I love you so much, Mom," he groaned, lifting his hand away from her pussy and wiping the tear off her cheek.

"And I love you, too," she sniffed.

"Just wanted you to know how I feel," he said, dropping his hand back down into her lap and finding her clit with his finger again.

"Mom, turn here," he told her as they approached a road that dissected the one they were driving along.

"Why? I thought you wanted to go home," she said, braking and turning into the left lane.

"I want to show you this really pretty place," he said, taking his hand away from her clit, raising it up to his mouth and licking it. "And I want to have some dessert."

"Why, you naughty, little boy," she laughed, turning the car onto the new road.

"It's about a mile down the road," he told her, pointing off to the right. "It's hidden back off the road."

"And how do you know about this place?" she asked, glancing over at him.

"Uh, kind of my, my place, uh, to take, the, the, girls," he self-consciously stammered as a faint blush spread over his face.

"Oh, so you're going to take your new love to lover's lane?" she giggled.

"Right here," he said, pointing to an almost invisible path leading away from the road.

"Doesn't look like much of a road," she muttered. "We're not going to get stuck or anything are we."

"Not on the road, but I can't promise anything else," he snickered.

"Silly," she said as the car bumped along the almost non-existent pair of tracks leading through the tall grass.

"Here," he said as the car finally pulled out into a lush meadow of short grasses. "Over by the tree."

This is gonna be great. Eating my mom under the pussy tree.

"Uh, we, we call the big tree, the pussy tree," he laughed as the car came to a stop near the tree.

"Oh, I see," she said, reaching down and turning the car off. "I suppose it gets its name from what you get under it."

"Yeah, something like that," he smirked, popping his door open and stepping around to the back of the car.

As Lois stepped out, she could hear a happy, little stream bubbling along nearby. Quite the idyllic setting, she thought, to have one's innocence violated. Not that I have any innocence to violate. Ha, ha.

Just then, Hank walked up with a blanket draped over his arm.

"Care to join me, ma'am," he asked, presenting his other arm to her.

"I suppose," she smiled, taking his arm.

Hank led her over to a spot of very short grass that was under the tree and only a few feet from the happy, little stream. The sound of the bubbling stream was so quieting, it was difficult to picture what was about to happen.

Lois lifted her hand off his arm and watched as he flicked the blanket out beside the stream. Then he stepped aside and raked his arm down with a flourish indicating that she was to lie down. Feeling a little foolish, Lois knelt down on her knees and then daintily rolled over onto her back. As Hank looked down at her longingly, she smiled up at him and slowly spread her legs apart at the same time she lifted the hem of her dress up around her waist.

Lying on the blanket looking up at her son, Lois could hear the birds singing in the big tree above her as Hank dropped to his knees between her outstretched legs. It was almost mystical, she thought, as he slowly leaned down between her legs to her exposed womanhood. Then she felt his lips on the fragile flesh of her pussy. How could this be happening, she giddily wondered as his tongue found her clit?

This is perfect. God, what a beautiful pussy. And the fragrance. Hot pussy. Nothing smells better than ripe, hot pussy. God, I could eat her all fucking day long. It's so soft and smooth. And look at that juice spilling out of her cunny. It tastes so good. Tastes like pussy and sex and woman and everything. I love it.

The stream bubbled, the insects buzzed, and the air was filled with the erotic fragrance of her estrus as he lovingly teased the jutting bud of her clitoris with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh, Baby, that feel sooooo good," she murmured softly as she felt him slide his hands under her butt and lift it, pressing her cunny into his mouth.

God, I love cunt. I love to suck it. I love to eat it. I love to fuck it. I love to taste it. I love to rub my face in it. I love cunt. But most of all, I love my mother's hot, juicy cunt.

The pungent aroma of her excitement filled his nostrils as he inhaled deeply and savored the ripeness of her womanhood.

Ah, the fragrance of hot, ripe pussy. Damn, I love that smell. It smells so good.

Running her hands down to his head, she dug her fingers into his curly, blond hair and pressed his mouth down against her cunt as he hungrily devoured it with his mouth. She could feel his tongue roughly flicking back and forth across her tingling clit, then she felt him close his lips around it and suck and nip at it with his teeth.

I bet she comes pretty quick. I can already feel her muscles starting to strain.

Hank could feel his mother gently humping her butt off the blanket as she hunched her pussy up at his mouth. He could hear her quietly grunting and groaning as she ground her pussy up into his mouth.

"Oh, baby, oh, baby," she garbled out, her legs stiffening as she strained for the finale.

Although it had only been a few moments, the passion and excitement of having her son pay such loving devotion to her in this way was stoking the fires inside her pussy. She knew that there was nothing that could hold back the impending conflagration that would consume her and leave her a wasted husk of a woman.

Hank could barely breath as his mother pushed his mouth down onto her cunt harder and harder.

Come. Come on. Come on my mouth. Come so I can drink your sweet juices.

Then, peeling its fleshy, little hood back with his finger, Hank sucked the little knob out and quickly attacked it, flicking his tongue back and forth across it wildly.

"Oh, oh, did it, did it, commmmmminnnnggggg," she choked out as her butt began to buck up and down franticly as she held his mouth shoved down around her imploding pussy.

It was all Hank could do to keep his mouth locked down around her clit as she trashed around on the blanket, arms flailing and curses spewing from her mouth. Her thighs slapped up against his cheeks, clamping down on him and imprisoning his face between them. Wanting her to enjoy all the pleasure she could, he continued to attack her clit with his tongue as he held his juice-painted face down in between her legs.

Finally, with one last gasp, she slowly dropped back to the blanket. Her legs, bent at the knee, lazily parted, dropping down until she lay totally exposed and vulnerable.

"Oh, God, wonderful," she murmured, staring down at him with love-glazed eyes.

Hank struggled up to his hands and knees, then stood up. Standing between her outstretched legs, he extended a hand down to her.

"Let's go home," he grinned, "and spend the rest of the day in bed."

"You don't want to, uh, do it, now," she frowned, looking up and him and taking hold of his hand.

"Yeah, but I can wait until we get home," he grinned pulling her to her feet.

"Well, okay," she said, brushing her skirt back down over her thighs. "If that's what you want."

His excitement was obvious as his big cock tented the front of his shorts, she thought, but if he wants to wait until we get home, so be it.

"It is," he said, turning and walking over to the car.

Stepping inside the house, Hank shut the door and groped his mother's ass as she dropped her keys and purse on the half-round table sitting by the front door.

God, what an ass. I wish I could get a piece of it.

"You seem to pay an inordinate amount of attention to my ass," she said, laughing and slapping his hand away.

"You've got the nicest one in town," he snickered, "so why wouldn't I?"

"It's even prettier than Rachel's?" she asked him swishing her way over to the bar and swinging her hips provocatively.

"Yeah," he said following her over to the bar and hopping on a barstool as she stepped around behind the bar. "And I should know, because I've seen hers up close and personal."

"Do you mean what I think you mean?"

"What?" he grinned smugly.

"She let you do her there?" his mother asked, pouring them both a drink.

Yeah, she let me fuck her in her hot, tight ass. It was fantastic. But I bet yours would be even hotter and tighter.

"Yes, she did," he beamed proudly.

"And how was it?" she quizzed him, sliding his drink in front of him.

"Fantastic," he said, lifting his glass and taking a sip of it. "Fucking fantastic."

Crazily, she realized she would have to at least match everything that Rachel had done for Hank to keep him from straying back across the street. Not that she was adverse to a little anal every now and then, but Hank was also a little bigger than most men. But, wait, she thought, I think I still have some of that Adam and Eve anal stuff with the desensitizing agent in it around here somewhere. It's with the anal douche I bought about the same time. I wonder if it still works? It's been a long, long time since I've used them. A long, long time.

"So," she said, looking at him and slowly running her forefinger around the rim of her glass making little squeaking sounds, "how did she like it?"

"Well, she said it hurt a lot at first," he frowned, "but she started liking it and in the end, pardon the pun, she had a climax while I was doing it to her."

"She did?" Lois murmured. "I've never had an orgasm that way."

I thought because she had an orgasm, all women had orgasms when they got it in the ass.

"You haven't? Since she had one, I just sort of thought that all women had climaxes like that," he said, taking another sip of his drink.

"Really," she snickered. "That's rather conceited of you."

"Why? She liked it," he smarted back.

"Well, I guess she's just not like all women," his mother said, turning up her drink and taking a long pull on it.

"Maybe, maybe, you just didn't have the right stud," he said arrogantly.

"What? You mean you?" she laughed lewdly.

"Yeah, me," he leered.

"I guess that means that you want a piece of my ass to try and prove your point, huh?"

Fucking A. Let's do it and I'll show you.

"That would be nice," he said. "Then you can see if I'm as good as I say I am."

"Yeah, and what do you have to lose," she said sarcastically. "That would mean that I was the one taking everything in the end, pardon the pun. You'd get a piece of my ass and I might have an orgasm, or not."

"Uh, well, yeah," he said with a leering grin on his face. "But you might like it, too."

"I'm going to have to think about it," she said, finishing her drink and pouring herself another one while Hank watched on hopefully.

I don't want to capitulate too quickly. Then he'll want to do it all the time. Not that I don't want to do it for him, but it hurts and I don't think I can have an orgasm that way. But, then, Rachel had, had one, he said. Maybe there was something to what he said.

Come on. Come on. Let me do it. Let's do it and I'll show you.

Finally, she took another drink and set her glass down on the bar.

"If, and I said if, we did it," she told him, looking down at him and seeing his eyes light up with expectation, "it would only be on very special occasions. Not all the time. That's what the front door is for, okay?"

Okay, okay, yeah, yeah, I'll agree to anything to fuck you in the ass.

"Sure, sure, Mom, whatever you say," he jabbered excitedly. "I'll do whatever you say."

Picking up the liquor bottle, she topped off her drink and handed the bottle to Hank.

"I'm going up and freshen up a little," she smiled, stepping out from behind the bar and glancing down at her watch. "Come on up in about twenty minutes."

"I'll be there," he grinned lustily, running his eyes down the front of her body.

"Until then," she said, turning on a long, spiked heel and strolling across the room with the object of her son's attention saucily swishing from side to side.

"Uh, you've got a great one, Mom," Hank told her.

"A great one, what?" she asked, pausing at the foot of the stairs to look back at him.

"Ass, of course," he giggled. "What else?"

"You silly boy," she smirked and went up the stairs.

Hot damn, gonna get another piece of her ass. But not just any piece of ass. The best piece of ass in the whole, fucking world. A piece of my Mom's hot ass.

Hurrying up to his own room, Hank quickly showered and by the time he had finished, it was time to rejoin his mother. Just the thought of fucking his mother in the ass already had his big cock primed and ready as it wildly slashed from side to side in front of him. Then he was standing in the doorway and expectantly looked inside.

Holy, fucking, shit. Look at her. Just laying there waiting for me. Waiting for me to come in and fuck her in the ass.

"Well, hello there, big boy," she smiled, lazily fingering her clit with a long, red-tipped finger. "What took you so long?"

"Came as quick as I could, Ma'am," he said, staring down at her watching her finger her clit.

Then he saw she had a towel, a little tube of something, and a jar of Vaseline lying by her.

Wonder what's in the tube? It must be some kind of lube. But why does she have the Vaseline, too? Do we have to use both of them? Strange.

"Do you want to do it now, or later," she asked, reaching over and picking the tube of ointment and handing it to him.

"Uh, now, now, let's do it now," he said eagerly, looking at the tube of ointment in his hand.

Adam and Eve Anal Lube. And look it has stuff to deaden the pain. That'll be nice, so she won't hurt so much. But I wonder, if it deadens her asshole, will it deaden my cock, too?

"It says, uh, this, this stuff has, has desensitizing stuff in it?" he said, reading the directions.

"Yes, it has 5 of some kind of 'caine' something or other as I recall," she smiled, still fingering her clit.

"Will, will that make my dick dead, too?" he asked, turning the tube over and over in his hand.

"A little," she laughed, "but it didn't seem to bother your dad, back in the day."

"Feels kinda funny, us doing this, just like you and dad did," he told her.

"Yeah, kinda freaky, isn't it," she said, moving her hand away from her pussy.

Hank watched as she lazily rolled over and pushed herself up to her hands and knees.

Look at that ass. Ain't that the prettiest damn thing you've ever seen. And those tits hanging down under her. Awesome .

"Well, are you going to stand there all day gawking at it, or are you going to put some of that stuff on it?" she said, vulgarly wiggling her ass at him.

"Huh, uh, yeah," he smirked, crawling onto the bed on his knees.

Oh, look at that asshole. So small, and pretty. Damn, I bet it's tight. But what's that? Looks like it's wet or something.

"Uh, it looks, uh, looks wet," he said, twisting the cap off the anal lube.

"Of course," she said, looking back over his shoulder at him. "I just gave myself a douche back there. You don't want anything gross to happen, do you?"

"Douche?" he mumbled.

Douche? I thought women douched their pussies, I didn't know there was such a thing as anal douching. I guess that she just washes out her rectum with something so I won't get anything on my cock. That would be kinda gross. I bet that's what Rachel did, too, because I didn't get anything on me when we did it.

"Yes, douche," she said, blushing slightly. "You squirt water in it and wash out everything so it's nice and clean."

"Oh, uh, that's, uh, that's good," he grunted, taking the cap off the tube. "What do you want me to do?"

"Put some on your finger," she said, blushing even brighter, "and, and put some in my, my, uh, ass, uh, anus."

"Uh, okay," he said with a little grin twitching at the corners of his mouth.

With one hand, he quickly squeezed a big gob of the clear lube onto the tip of his forefinger of the other hand.

"Be gentle," she reminded him, holding her ass still.

"Uh, okay," he said, laying the tube down and slowly spreading the cheeks of her ass apart with one hand while he lifted his goo-covered finger up to her waiting asshole.

Fitting the ointment coated tip of his finger into the tiny, wrinkled circle of darkened flesh between the cheeks of her ass, he timidly pushed. The tip of his finger easily slid down into the puckered opening all the way to the first knuckle.

"Ouch," she yipped. "Be careful back there. That isn't a toy you're playing with."

"Sorry," he apologized, holding his finger motionless inside the tight, clenching opening of her asshole.

"Rub the stuff around in there," she told him, "lube it up real good."

Wriggling his finger, he rubbed as much of the slippery stuff into her ass as he could.

"Do it again," she said, easing forward and pulling her asshole off his probing finger.

God, her asshole is so hot and tight. Hope it doesn't slice my fucking cock in two when I put it in.

Hank squeezed out another gooey gush of the ointment onto his finger and repeated the process two more times before she told him that it was enough inside.

"Now, do the outside. Put it all around my, uh, my ass, uh, asshole," she muttered.

Hank did as he was told and soon his mother's asshole was glistening with the slippery substance.

"Okay, that's enough," she finally told him, handing him the towel then flopping down on her belly and rolling over onto her side.

"What? What now? Aren't we." he asked, eager to begin the defilement of her asshole as he wiped the ointment off his fingers.

Why is she lying on her side like that? How are we going to do it that way? Rachel and I didn't do it that way.

"We wait," she smiled. "Wait until the stuff starts working. It usually take five or six minutes."

"Oh," he said foolishly, feeling like a kid again.

Hell, I don't know anything about anal sex. I've only done it once. I didn't know. And Rachel didn't use any of that stuff that he knew of.

"Would you like for me to, uh, suck on you," she said, looking up at his big, hard cock jutting out straight at her, "while we're waiting."

"What do you think?" he grinned down at her, dropping down onto his all fours and crawling around her as she rolled over onto her back.

Looking down at her, he crawled over his until his stiff cock was jutting out directly above her pretty face.

"My, he's so hard," she giggled, "he looks like he would snap before he would bend."

"I can't help it," he grunted, looking down as she grabbed hold of his cock and forcibly bent it down until its big, bloated head brushed up against her lips. "You make me so hot."

"Ummmhmmpffff," she mumbled out around his cock as she sucked it into her mouth.

Spreading his legs apart, he inched his cock down between her lips into her hot, sucking mouth as she hungrily devoured the bloated monster.

Eagerly awaiting his turn at her ass, he stood his hands and knees above her, gently rocking his hips back and forth as she worked her lips and mouth up and down the thick shaft of his cock.

God, what a cock sucker. I'd let her suck on my cock all day long if I didn't want a piece of her hot ass so bad.

Finally, she slowly eased her mouth back off his spit-covered cock. Then she reached over to the jar of Vaseline and twisted the cap off. Digging her fingers down into the yellowish ointment, she dug out a big gob and then put the lid back on it. Tossing it aside, she grabbed his bobbing cock and quickly smeared the slippery goo all over its big, bloated head. Then she spread what was left down onto the thick barrel of his cock. After she had done this, she wiped her hands on the towel and laid it down.

"I guess it's ready to go," she said with a look of apprehension as she struggled up to her hands and knees with her beautiful butt waving in the air.

Look at that asshole. All lubed up and ready to take my big cock. God, I hope I don't cream just putting it in.

"Be gentle, and do what I tell you," she told him, looking back over her shoulder watching him inch up behind her.

"I will," he said, reaching out and spreading the perfect, round cheeks of her ass with one hand and holding onto his slippery cock with his other hand.

Carefully, he positioned the evil, tapered head of his prick on the puckered opening of her asshole. Then, he gently eased forward watching the tip of his cock head slowly penetrate the fragile opening.

"Easy, easy, do it easy," she urged him. "It's not hurting yet."

"Okay," he grunted, straining to keep from plunging his cock down into the tight, burning ring of fire.

More and more of his bloated cock head slithered down into the clenched tightness of her asshole. Then, he saw the flared corona of his cock head disappear down into her as her tight asshole sucked it inside.

"Ouch," she yipped, lurching forward.

But Hank sensed what she would do and moved with her keeping his cock head buried down into the scissor-like muscles encircling her hot, tight asshole.

"Wait. Stop. Wait," she gasped. "Give me a minute. Feels like you just shoved a telephone pole into my asshole."

"Sorry," he grinned, staring down at her asshole where his cock head had just disappeared inside it.

She stood on her hands and knees grimacing in pain for several moments before Hank finally felt the muscles begin to relax ever so slightly. As they did, he ever so slowly eased more and more of his cock down into the strangling tightness of her ass. Deeper and deeper down into the clutching stricture of her rectum it went as she panted out in pain. Then, finally he watched his belly nudge up against the smooth roundness of her beautiful ass.

"At last," she whined out. "God, it's so big."

"Sorry," he apologized again, wishing he wasn't hurting her.

"Keep it right there for just a minute," she told him, "Give me some time to get used to having a titan missile shoved up my ass."

Leaning down over her, Hank slid a hand down between her legs and found her clit with his finger. Gently, he tickled and teased it as he waited for his mother to tell him to continue. Still balancing on his knees, he lifted his other hand up and cupped one big, heavy breast. Then he found its big, jutting nipple with his fingers. Tweaking and pinching at it, he could feel some to the tension slowly flow out of his mother's straining muscles.

"Uh, okay, okay, now, but slow," she whimpered. "Slow."

Bringing his hands back out from under her, he wrapped them around the curve of her hips and dug his fingers down into the soft, giving flesh. Deliberately, he backed his glistening prick back down the velvet-lined channel of her rectum until only the bloated head of his cock remained inside. Then, he pushed it back inside again all the way in until his big, dangling balls nudged up against her upturned pussy.

Ever so slowly, he began to fuck her asshole with slow, deliberate strokes as his mother panted below him.

"It's, it's going, going away," she said after several moments. "I think the pain is going away."

"Good," he grunted, picking up the pace slightly.

"Yes, yes, it is," she wheezed as she ran her hand back down between her legs and found her clit with the tip of a finger.

Holding onto her hips, he pushed and pulled on them as she began to delicately hump her ass back onto his slowly pistoning penis.

"I like it," she groaned. "I like it. It's starting to feel all hot and happy down there. Never felt like this before."

Damn, I wish I could see her big tits. I bet they're swinging back and forth like crazy.

Several moments later, he was pounding his cock into her ass with a vengeance as she forcefully fucked it back onto his cock.

"I think, I think it's, it's coming. I can feel it. Fuck my ass harder," she panted, flicking her clit with her finger faster as her son corn-holed her at a furious pace.

Hank could feel his own eruption gathering strength down in the depths of his flopping balls and knew his time was near, too.

Then, he felt his mother shove herself back against him with all her might, sending his cock plunging deep into her bowels.

"Commmmmmmiiinnnnnggggg," she gagged out as she clenched her muscles and began to whine and quiver.

As her ass imploded down around his cock, Hank felt his prick lurch and spurt out a blast of fiery hot cum deep inside her ass.

"OH, Fuck, fuck, fuck, so good," he groaned out, grinding his belly up against her upturned ass as his cock kicked and jerked, emptying its virulence into her.

"WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL!" Hank heard his father yell from the door.

But there was nothing he could do to stop the spewing, jerking cock buried down into his mother's asshole as he turned and saw his father glaring at them with fire spewing from his eyes.