He didn’t need to ask about whom she was referring.“Good,” Ellen said. She went over to the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee. She returned ...o the table and took a seat. She stared into her cup.Chef Rupert looked down at his cup of coffee. He sighed. He looked up when Molly snuck into the room. He cleared his throat and watched the woman jump two feet in the air. He asked, “What’s the matter?”“Is he here?” Molly asked.“No,” Chef Rupert said.“Good,” Molly said. She went over to the coffee. Everytime her hips came up, she was within inches of my face and I could smell her pussy. It smelled like womens body wash soap and a wild smell I couldn't put my finger on. Whatever it was it had me picking up the pace on tugging at my clothed cock. She grunted and hollered as her hips shot into the air, "Ffffuck! Fuuuuuuuhhhh-shit! ahshitah yeaah!!". She continued to finger herself with her hips in the air when suddenly a small stream squirted from her fat pussy and splashed across my cheek. One of the other girls was in the shower and she was frigging away when I got there. She didn’t stop when she saw me. On the way home I confessed to Ryan that I’d made myself cum in the shower as well. Ryan grinned and said,“I wondered what took you so long.”“You don’t mind do you?”“Hell no; I just wish that I could have been there to watch.” “I’ll give you a repeat performance when we get home lover.”When we got to the leg spreader machine I asked Ryan if I could use the new thigh muscle toner. She grabbed my buttocks and kissed my mouth again. I slowly started fucking my mother. We both were in another world altogether. There was nothing else in the universe but her cunt and my cock. A son and his mother engaged in divine yet wicked coupling.We had no control over ourselves. Eventually, she shuddered like a leaf and her face turned red. She kept moaning, “My son, my dear dear son”. I continued pumping. A minute later she again shuddered uncontrollably and became redder in the face,.