Mother and son, Betty and Gary, were engaged in a frenzied fuck with Gary sitting on the toilet seat, his mother lifting her ass as best she could and dropping herself repeatedly unto his rigid erection. They had been at it for near 25 minutes. It was their fifth incestuous coupling in the last two weeks.
Gary was completely dressed with his pants and underwear at his feet. He was not planning on staying very long, just some quick afternoon pussy and back to work. Betty was completely naked having removed her light housecoat.
There was no conversation between the two. Their sexual banter had ceased six or seven minutes ago. Betty was huffing and puffing like a woman in labor, while Gary concentrated on holding himself in check until his mother reached orgasm.
"I'm close baby!" Betty moaned breathlessly. "Ohh fuck! I'm glad you stopped by! I really needed this. I'm cominggggggggggg! Goddd yesss!"
Gary let himself pop moments behind his mother shoving his cock strongly upward to send his cock deep inside of his mother's pussy, spewing his semen inside her incestuous belly.
After resting a few long moments, Betty lifted herself off his withering cock and replaced him on the toilet to let his come drip from her.
Gary shuffled over to the sink and washed his cock, lathering it generously.
"I'll try to get over soon." He said as he pulled up his briefs and pants.
"Does mother get a kiss goodbye?" Betty queried.
Gary moved in front of her and lifted her face by her chin and planted a lustful kiss on her lips. "Thank you for the afternoon delight."
For once, Betty did not turn on the computer to watch xxx-rated videos. Instead, she went looking for incestuous forums, had a few interesting discussions but nothing developed like she was looking for. The next day proved more fruitful.
***
Betty heard the key slip into the lock. Turning towards the trailer door she saw her son come in. A week had passed and again it was a little after noon - lunch time. She smiled inwardly knowing why her son had stopped by.
She turned back towards the screen.
"I have to go for now Carol. My son just came in." She said to the face on the screen, then, in a much lower volume she whispered, "let me know when you can see the sofa.", as she turned the camera attached to the top of the screen.
"Right there." Carol whispered and nodded into her own camera.
"I'll see if I can show you I'm not lying. Just make sure you don't make any sound." Betty whispered, pulling off her headset and touching her screen off.
Betty stood and for a second studied her son who had plopped heavily down onto the sofa. She made no effort to tie her housecoat, thus hiding her nakedness from her son's view. She walked to the sofa and sat down next to him on his left. The housecoat remained completely open.
"You must be lost?" Betty said more than asked. "It's Monday. I wasn't expecting you but I can see something is wrong. You want to talk about it?"
"Nothing left to talk about I guess." Gary began. "I went to her house last night and threatened to tell her husband we were having an affair. She laughed in my face and told me she had already told him."
"And you believed her?" Betty questioned.
"Yes, actually I suppose I do." Gary replied with exhaustion in his tone.
"Come here and let mother hold you." Betty offered lifting her left arm to summon him to her. "Yes! I don't know why you hold that bitch in such high regard, but you do. You're all stressed out! I can feel the tightness of your body. All you need is a little TLC and you know mama will give it to you."
Betty held her son close nibbling his ear, still , it took more minutes than she had anticipated, but Betty finally felt her son's right hand cup her left breast. He thumbed her nipple long moments. His head soon followed and he suckled at her nipple as his right hand explored her leg and thigh, eventually slipping between her legs. She widened her legs to give him access to her pussy.
Carol's eyebrows lifted but she still was not entirely convinced the mother and son had actually fucked. Comforting a son, letting him see you naked was one thing - fucking him was another. She needed to see more to believe that Betty had told her the truth about her incest with her son. She sat back in her chair staring at the monitor.
Betty was anxious that too much time was slipping by. Her almost nonexistent history with her son told her he should have already taken the initiative and had his cock in her by now. She gently pushed him away from her as she sought to unzip his dress pants and bring forth his erection. She maneuvered backwards a bit and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
She hoped that Carol at a good view of the sofa.
Betty sucked on her son's cock for a few long minutes, then, stood and removed her housecoat, throwing it to a nearby chair.
She bent to grab hold of the small coffee table and lifted a clear of the front of the sofa to give the camera lens a clear view. She hoped the camera could see the entire sofa giving her new friend a good view.
As she did this, Gary, mindful that he had to return to work without stains on his pants, quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down below his knees.
Betty closed on her son, straddling him, holding his cock vertical, positioning herself and lowering herself down onto it.
She felt no sense of relief or yearning for sexual intercourse. She and Carol had masturbated together a half hour earlier. Her intent was to service her son, releasing his stress, and giving Carol a first-hand view of what she was reluctant to believe, that her new acquaintance was indeed engaged in an incestuous affair with her son.
Coupling with Gary, she kept him deep inside of her as she moved her ass in a slow rhythmic cycle.
"Is that good baby?" She whispered, knowing full well it was as his moans told her.
