Rachel felt her son's c**k suddenly flex and with the first wave of heat, her body exploded in bliss.
Together they climaxed; moaning as one, bodies shaking, rocking, yet never separating. Rachel fell back against her son who pumped round after round of semen into his mother's hungry pot. They lay there together, bodies glistening in sweat, relishing in the sensations that rippled through them both.
Finally, after what may have been eons, or may have been seconds, Rachel turned to her son and kissed the corner of his mouth.
"Thank you," she said, resting her forehead against his neck. Her body still stretched against him; his c**k slowly softening within her. "You're the best son a mother could ask for."
Andy smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Thank you Momma," he said, wrapping his arm
