I jabbered incoherently, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," but the next words caught in my throat. I took a second and then I said it: "Oh son, it feels so good, eat ...our mama's pussy." I had acknowledged my depravity, called him my son, stated I was his mother; my sex burned brighter; I gushed cunt cream. Steve glanced at me, his face glistening with my juice, ran his tongue over his lips, and resumed feasting on my cunt. I was a furnace down there, racing towards an orgasm, wanting to come on my son's. " Fuck Patty, your old man will be talking to his fishing buddies for the next two hours," I sneered, "he'll never miss you. Fuck, a woman like you and he's talking about fish," I added as I turned and moved towards my room. "Maybe we should call him and let him watch," I said as I marched down the hall towards my room."No...not that way...that's Will's room," mom protested as I walked into my bedroom and threw her down on my bed. "He could come home anytime...please..." Shit, he's going with. As a young teenager living at home I remember diving through the dirty laundry trying to find mums bras and panties to hide away in my room for a few days before i'd return them hoping to avoid suspicion. I didnt really know what to do with them in my possession but i remember dressing a pillow up and packing the bra out to resemble her breast. I remember returning to my room one day and my current stash of dirty underwear had dissappeared, but my mother never said a thing.I never acted on my. Now as she got my groin area she took both hands and slid up just before my groin and let her hands glide on either side of my cock up to my belly. She then reversed directions and as she got to my thighs slid them down all the way to my ass. Her fingers slid across my asshole and then back in the other direction. She repeated this so many time I thought I was going to blow a load right then, but I didn’t. As she went back down to my thighs she told me they felt very tight and that I needed to.