I was standing behind her, using the strength from my legs to fuck her hard, to make sure she felt totally fucked. Suddenly my cum came up and shot s...raight into her cunt. I was totally in tune with the perverted fact that I was cumming in my own mother's vagina for the second time that night. “Mommy, I'm cumming! Your son is cumming in your pussy!!” I yelled out. Not concerned that anybody could hear me. She begged me to keep going, that she too was close. I kept pumping into her, even. I did as he instructed and she went crazy bucking her body around and screaming. He kept encouraging me not to stop and not to go easy. It felt like a long time that she was screaming and cursing. He had his head down near mine talking me through it. Her cunt sounded like I had my hand in a bucket of water. She began beating on the bed cursing and screaming. He told me not to stop. Then I felt like someone squirted something in my face. I jumped back and saw a stream of fluid come out of her. She pressed the length of her naked body against mine and slipped her hand between us. I could feel her slender fingers creeping lower and lower, until she had them curled around the base of my cock. Slowly she ran her hand back and forth, gauging my length and thickness. I could feel her smile against my mouth as she used her thumb to smear the drops of pre-cum over the head. She pushed me back onto the bed and began to kiss my neck pausing to murmur into my ear. ‘Now it’s my turn.’ He lips. Stewart how about you?”“Not now, not this early in the day.”He had his answers. They weren’t his concern, “Seen Chelsea?”His mom, head in her hands, muttered, “Upstairs.”Having had enough of his mom and aunt he walked on past the kitchen to the stairs. He hollered up, “Chelsea you up there? You all right? You need anything?”She hollered back down, “Not now I’m busy.”He went back to the kitchen. His aunt glared at him, “Got a letter from Social Security. Chelsea’s past eighteen. They’re cutting.