Note: Part 1 consisted of the first four chapters. Those of you who have not read those, might want to do so before reading the following, 5th chapter.
Chapter 5
"I want you to fuck me."
Mark lifted his sticky face from his mother's loins and looked at her, seeing her look back at him, the lustful stare of her brown eyes piercing his.
Jennifer wanted to make sure her son knew what she had said, so she curled her upper lip in such a manner that her grimace betrayed how nasty the thoughts made her feel and how nasty she wanted Mark to see her be. She curled her upper lip as she rasped the words again while looking her son right in the eyes.
"I want you to fuck me, Mark. I want to you to fuck the shit outta me."
Jennifer felt a forceful shiver running through her chest as she spoke the words while rubbing one of her stocking clad feet along his lower back. Tim was playing with her tits and sucking her earlobes as she made her point to her son.
Mark climbed up his mother's body as his father retreated and then sat back in his chair, waiting for the next spectacle. Jennifer felt her son's flaccid cock scrape along her legs as he climbed further up until his face was aligned with hers. His hard chest squashed her soft pillowy breasts, and his eyes locked on hers like a missile. Mother and son connected by soul and lust as they tried whipping each other further and further into that place where being mother and son actually added tenfold to fucking like animals.
"Tell me again, mom. Tell me again want you want,"
Mark said softly.
Jennifer grinned and gave Mark what he wanted:
"Fuck me! Fuck your hot slut mother! Stick that fat fucking cock in my nasty cunt and pound the piss out of it. I want to feel your dick rape my twat and your balls slap my ass. Do it, son. Shove that delicious meat up your whore-mom."
Mark's cock had turned hard as a rock again and he was already dripping pre-cum all over his mother's sodden snatch. His mother's words drove him crazy and he wanted to give her what she craved. So he grabbed his mother's legs under the knees and forced them up. Jennifer reached low and with one hand opened her pink gash wide and with another grabbed her son's cock and put it in place.
"Do it,"
Jennifer begged and Mark shoved hard, shoving home. His cock was enveloped by hot, moist velvet as his rod sank into his mother's depths. Jennifer groaned as she felt her son return to his birthplace. His cock drove deeper and deeper until his pubic bush was joined and entwined with the brown sodden bush of his mother. The root of his dick was enclosed by Jennifer's tight vice-like pussy and his nut sack pressed flat against her bunghole.
"I'm in, mom. I'm all the way in. My cock is all the way up you cunt."
"Oh shittt. Mark baby. I can feel it. I can feel your cock so deep. Please do it, son. Please fuck me hard. Fuck my cunt as hard as you can. Fuck the piss out of my cunt and make me cum all over your fucking cock."
Jennifer reached her arms around her son's shoulders and dug her heels into her son's ass. Mark felt the nylon scrape against the skin of his ass cheeks as he withdrew his schlong from the wet, searing depths of his mom's boiling snatch, and then pounded his cock back in to the root in one hard movement. The force made his mother gasp and squeal. Again he withdrew and powered back in. The slapping sound of his pelvis against that of his mother filled the room, his balls bashed against the sweaty crack of her ass.
"YESSSS. YESSS...,"
Jennifer screamed as her son pistoned into her hot sodden cunt with pure violence. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his shaft and milked him as he withdrew and drove back in, leaving more and more white froth as a ring around his veiny pole. Her fingertips dug into the flesh of his shoulders, her hot breath blew into his face, her thighs clamped around his hips and her nylon-clad heels bore down into his buttocks. Mark drew his ass back and his cock with it, and pounded back, little specks of sweat and cunt juice flying from their pounding crotches.
Mark held his mother's face in his hands as he looked through her glasses into her squinted eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, spittle collecting in the corners of her mouth.