"No you're not," she giggled. "All this sexy talk has made you as hard as a rock but that's OK I'm wet as a swamp. Let me fix it for you then I'll go ...nto the toilet and fix myself and you can stand at the door and watch."Allan didn't get a chance to say anything as his gown was up above his thick patch of dark pubic hair and his pink throbbing cock swaying above huge hairy balls."Jesus look at your balls they must be so full," his mother whispered as for the first time in years she touched her. He wavered before that scalding gaze, frantically searching for an excuse, an escape route; some pretext by which he could evade imminent justice.Nothing much came to mind.She'd caught him red-handed, after all. All his lies and schemes and covert little deceptions had come to nothing: she'd snared him with an almost contemptuous ease, laying her trap with the confidence of long experience. What had he been thinking, sneaking in through the back door like some rank amateur? She was a barracuda. He gazed with glassy eyes at the way she wiggledher ass, seeing the tightness of her asshole. The cheeks of her ass werevery smooth, white and creamy. He stopped plunging his cock into hercunt and fondled the ass cheeks, and his mother continued her back andforth motions, fucking him in mindless delight. He saw his cock sink in,then withdraw, her pink cunt lips sucking on his prick.The wetness, the intense heat, and the exciting tightness of hismother's cunt became too much, as did the sight of. You’re already in trouble. We don’t want anyone hearing...’ he murmured softly. He ran his hand down the small of her back, and over the curve of her rump, before flicking up her tartan skirt to reveal her bare ass. Isabelle sighed as a waft of fresh air cooled her aching pussy. He feasted his eyes on the two curvaceous, firm globes before him. ‘No panties. It seems you’re not a liar - just a teasing little minx.’ She wiggled her pale cheeks at him, and he licked his lips approvingly. He.