Margaret cocked her knees up to her shoulders, looking down and watching her son guide in the cockmeat. The cock knob popped into her gooey pussy hole... and then the cockshaft. Then inch after inch of the long, stiff pussy-pleaser was boring into her fuck channel, stuffing the mother's cunt to bursting with the big, stiff cock she craved."Fuck me, Henry! Unngggh! I'm so horny now! Fuck your mother, fuck your horny mother!"Henry sprawled on top of his naked mother, crushing her tits under his. A few moments later I heard the toilet flush, and then the sink ran a few times while he washed his hands and brushed his teeth. The door finally opened, and he made his way across the room at an almost normal pace. Not bad for an old man."I knew I felt the earth move last night, but I thought it was just us," he said, bending to kiss me.I rolled my eyes and pushed his cup across the table. He took the hint and sat down. There were several questions I wanted to ask, but they all sounded too. I said she would have to wait until she got home as I had seen her husband leave.She smiled and said - maybe not as I am talking to you and you are a good looking guy. I told her my car was parked around the back and did she fancy chatting somewhere more private and happily she agreed.As soon as we got into my car she leaned over and kissed me - her tongue entered my mouth. I said your frisky aren't you and she said that she hadn't had sex since the baby was born even though she had got her. I called her. She went to a community college. She took classes at night. She put in a couple of years as a paralegal. She took more classes online. She passed the bar exam in one try. It took me three. We both went into government work, me into politics and her into justice. I made it to the White House. She made it to my closet on Air Force One via the secret passenger protocol that has its roots back in another President's term. The first secret passenger was code named "Bombshell". Sally's.