That weight bench was awfully loud, letting out squeaks as my mother slid my hard c**k into her hungry p***y, and then creaking rhythmically as she rode me. The sounds got louder and louder, until we finally stopped pumping our hips toward each other and burst out in laughter. The bench was designed to take a lot of weight, but only from above. It wasn't really set up for the back-and-forth motion of my mother's hips on top of me.
"God, that's so loud!" she laughed, shaking her head.
"Yeah, I had no idea," I chuckled. "Is it that loud when I'm lifting weights?"
Mom groaned and bit her lip as I took her bottom in my hands and stood up. My c**k was fully sheathed inside her as I stepped over to the exercise mats.
"No," she gasped, shaking her head again, "It's not anything like that."
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