It was good, he thought dazedly, holding to her waist with both hands and cramming his cock while Jean ate so ardently into his mother's pussy. "I--I ...an't stand it!" his mother called out, swinging her head blindly from side to side like a metronome, her tits heaving and her belly jerking. "Oh--it's too much, too much, darling! My pussy is going insane--ahh! Oh! Please--oohh!!" Narrow and snug, Jean's cunt worked over his moving prick, and his balls swung against the backs of her thighs. Glynn. She was cradling her tits in each hand, massaging them, tweaking them, watching my every reaction. I couldn’t say a thing. She looked me in the eyes, and said, “I guess you like what you see, huh?” I couldn’t utter a sound. She came over to me lifted my shirt up and over my head. I started to unbutton my jeans, pull the zipper down, and she grabbed the waist and pulled them down to my ankles. My black jockey briefs were next, and then she got her first look at my hard cock. “Ooohh, nice. But. I slap your ass cheek, harder now than the times before, I want you to feel the sting, be overwhelmed by the sensations running through your body. I can feel your body resisting me initially. I am holding the base of my cock, gently pushing and suddenly I feel it pop through the ring of your sphincter. I pause, massaging the spot on your ass I have been slapping before slowly rotating my hips a bit and pushing forward. I can feel your hesitation, know you need me to go slow, but it's so. I wiped my eyes and leaned my head back to look up at her. I smiled through my tears and said, "No one has ever done anything nice for me before. To do something this nice after I did something so terrible ... god! I feel awful!"She shook her head and said, "You and you're fucked up daughter! You two are hopeless!"She held out her hand and helped me out of the low slung car. I shut the door and stood there looking down at it for a moment. I felt the tears starting again. I exclaimed, "Damn it!.