Ginny Czarneicki sat on the sofa with her son, Bud, watching a porno tape.

Both were naked and fondling each other’s bodies. Ginny beat her boy’s enormous prick with her small, nail-polished fingers, while Bud squeezed his mother’s C-cup-sized breasts.

“Does this feel good, darling? Huh? Mommy beating your big whopper like this? Gawd, it’s so stiff tonight! Does Mommy’s naked body get you hard, Bud? I mean, I’m not too old, am I? My tits are still firm, huh?”

Bud could see the concerned look frowning on his mom’s brow and patted her blonde wig.

“Hell, Mom, my fucking cock is ready to blow a big load right now! Nobody looks better dripping with cum than you, Mom! Here, let me show you that I love you. Lemme rub my big cock all over your face!”

Ginny got down on her knees and hefted the trunk of Bud’s heavy prickmeat up high. Then the dizzy parent slapped the crown in her hair a couple of times, splattering precum on her beehive locks.

Polka music rang in her ears, and she let her tongue hang out, letting Bud mash his meat on her motherly features, smearing make-up across her cheeks.

People at the Sayers Dept. Store where she worked would die if they saw her now.

She was 41 years old, rather plain-looking, and wore plain blouses and skirts. Her sixteen-year-old son had turned her on to the pleasures of his abnormally large cock, and now made her fuck and suck him off whenever he felt like it. Which was often.

She could be cooking dinner for him, and he might walk up behind her, pull down her slacks, and stick his prick right up her ass!

Ginny wasn’t complaining —at her age, and not being especially voluptuous or good-looking— she was extremely fortunate to have a horny, hung teen stud like her son excited by her aging flesh. So she was willing to commit any act her son ordered her to do.

Like now, she was told to suck her son’s cock, and her smeared red mouth opened wide.

“Here you are, Mom—eat it! Eat my big fucking cock, Mamma! You like the taste of my meat in your red mouth hole, slut? Yeah, slobber on you bitch! Suck! Suck! Ha-ha-ha-hah!”

Her kid’s filthy language made Ginny Czarneicki’s cunt throb, and she choked more of his dork down her throat.

I love my son’s cock, she thought dazedly. I’m his mother, and his cock needs my face and body. I’d marry him if I could—and we’d fuck right on the altar!

“Mmmphh! Ullmphh! Oooluumphh!” went her features, bobbing up and down.

Bud pulled his prick from his mother’s mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and grinned.

“C’mon, Mom. Climb up and straddle my lap. I’m gonna fuck your cunt!”

“Oh, yes! Mommy wants your cock up inside of her! Where it belongs!”

Ginny planted a knee on either side of her son’s waist and rubbed his crown all over her hairy pussy. Bud thrust his ass up off the sofa, and Ginny felt it slide up her.

“Unnggghhh! It’s sooo big! Oh, fuck, you’ve got a big one, Bud!”

“Ah! Ha-ha! Feel me flexing my knob inside your cunt, Mom?”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Yes! Yes!”

Then mother and son began screaming obscenities to high heaven as they brutally fucked themselves silly, until their brains were fuzzy, and paint chips fell from the ceiling.

Finally, after Ginny Czarneicki had lost count of the multi-dimensional, mind-shattering, fat-free orgasms she’d experienced, Bud pulled his prick from her snatch and shot huge, greasy-looking gobs of cum all over her.

It was a usual evening at the Czarneicki house.