“My legs are open and I’m ready for you,” Amy breathed, “... just place your lips right here...”“Come on!” Ben cried as his cock ached m...re and more, but the sexual feeling inside the cage was starting to plateau.“Now you’re deep inside me and my legs are locked around your body...”Ben sat upright on the edge of his bed and madly shook his cage, “I’ve got to do this!” he cried, bashing his hand down on the shiny steel cage in frustration, “Come on!”“Oh fuck.... Oh fuck....” Amy called, her. She told she was doing business, the husband is working in aboard , son is studying in Boarding school in Pune. She was alone here and would not be able to see these issue alone hence to withdraw the complaint. I felt pity and withdrew the case. she gave me her address and told me to come to collect money. Three days later I went with the bill to her house , it was closed. I called her , she told to wait she will be there in 15 mins. Then she came, she gave coffee and she asked about my living. .tear my pussy and my asshole...forget that you are my son...and forget that I am your mother...think me as your whore...She was shouting like this. I was still holding her on my arms and she was fucking heavily. I was too much joyful to fuck my own mom. I was too much enjoying pumping the hole from where I came to this world. I went near the mirror and positioned in such a way that we could see us in the mirror. She was fucking me so furiously that we could see my dick going in and out in her. He was at an age where sex was becoming an important defining thing in his life, and mother's domination was having an effect on him, and she knew it.One day she did not know I was in the house when she came home and immediately began berating him, building up until she became physical, and began to beat him about his body, with her bare hands, and curing about his father, of which he was the craven image.I watched through the crack in the door as she pushed him against the wall, 'You know what.