Bad son

“Take it out, mommy, it hurts,” he begged, not expecting her to hear him after she’d ignored everything else he’d said. To his surprise, the pain started to recede as she pulled out, but then he screamed and jumped as she thrust all the way back in.

She tightly held both his arms behind his back and started fucking his ass with as much abandon as she’d raped him, holding the boy down with the weight of her body and just pumping in and out unthinkingly. Very slowly, his ass adjusted and he got used to it, and even started to enjoy some of the feeling of something sliding slickly in and out of his tight hole. That was when his orgasm started to build again. Held off for so long, it was building even stronger than before, the pain and pleasure mingling to create a stew of ecstacy that he’d never felt.

Chris screamed and thrashed beneath his mother as he came hard, his ass tightening down and clamping around the dildo. With a bellow, she buried the dildo in his clenching ass, and the vibrator triggered her second orgasm before collapsing on top of him, panting.