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Andy had the presence of mind to think of something to say, and just barely enough energy or coherence to get it out. "Here it comes, Mom, thick load in your throat," he trailed off into a guttural groan as his nuts contracted like two fists and his cock expanded in Tracy's mouth. The first shuddering contraction fired a jet of semen directly down her throat. Spluttering a little, Tracy quickly retreated, until only the head of Andy's cock was trapped within her mouth. The saliva and precum slickened length of Andy's member bucked and throbbed in his mother's hands as he shot ribbon after ribbon of pearly white jizz into his mother's mouth. Her cheeks swelled. Creamy, viscous fluid dripped out from between the seal, coating her lips and chin, dripping onto the upper slopes of her prodigious breasts.

Still Andy came, firing salvo after salvo into his mother's mouth. She was forced to swallow much of it to keep from spitting it all out, and made contented moans as she did. Her eyes never left the camera, hardly even blinked.

At last, Andy's flood subsided. Tracy released his cockhead from her lips and he fell back against the kitchen counter. Cum dripped from the end of his cock, splattering onto his mother's collarbone. She opened her mouth theatrically, showing the camera the enormous amount of goo filling her mouth almost to overflowing. Her pink tongue wiggled in the midst of the white morass. She swallowed noisily, greedily. Tracy licked her lips and teeth to get the last of it. She scooped up the dripping from her chest and fed it into her mouth, sucking her finger a bit.

"Mmmm, delicious, just what Mommy needed." Her eyes widened in mock surprise. "Oh but baby, you're still hard."

Andy adjusted the camera a little and gave his cock a little flex, making it jump. His length had softened only a fraction, and under his mother's lustful gaze, it was thickening and hardening back to full mast once again. That he could stay hard after such a thunderous orgasm was one of the many reasons his mother loved fucking him, he knew. He wasn't sure if the talent was an inherent quality, or just something his ex-porn star mom did to him. He'd never been with anyone else.

Oh, his mother occasionally made noises about how he should date someone his own age, and that he would eventually get tired of her, but he never did. And getting his balls drained two or three times a day by his own mother left him little impetus to go out and find someone to date. Nor could he imagine anyone comparing favorably with his mother. Someday, maybe, he might stray from her side, but he personally doubted that would ever happen.

Tracy reached out to grab Andy's bobbing cock. She leaned forward and licked the head again, swiping away the last drop of cum oozing from the tip. "What shall we do next, I wonder?"

Tracy stood up, huge tits swaying and jiggling with each movement. She reached behind her and unzipped the back of her skirt. "Your big cock had fun in my mouth, let's see where else we can put it. Do you think he wants to be inside Mommy's hot, wet pussy?"

"Yeah," Andy grunted. "Yes, definitely."

"Mmmm, good, because that's where Mommy needs the next creamy load." She shimmied and slid out of her skirt, which made her tits bobble and jiggle even more. Andy tracked the camera up and down her body as the skirt slid to the floor, revealing her flawless legs and the fact that she wasn't wearing pantyhose, but rather a pair of white thigh highs with a decorative floral pattern at their edges. Her panties rode high on her hips, and even through the viewer on the camera Andy could see the huge wet spot staining the front of them.

Allowing Andy to focus on her hips and crotch, Tracy slid a few fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly peeled them off. They came free with a wet, sucking sound. Her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair glistened with dew, while the coral pink lips of her pussy were enflamed. She slid the panties down her long, luscious legs and stepped out of them, leaving on the stockings and heels.

Tracy cocked her hips and posed for the camera. She swept her hair up over her head and pursed her lips in a kiss. "See anything you like, baby?"

"Everything. You're so beautiful." Andy bobbled the camera awkwardly. He wanted to eat his mother out desperately, but he wasn't sure how to do that while still aiming the camera. Maybe if he set it down on the counter and pointed it at them? They really should have planned this better, he thought. Andy started to follow through with his plan, but his mother made a barely perceptible shake of her head.

"Later, baby," she whispered huskily. She made a diffident gesture at the camera, as yet unwilling to break character. "Right now," she said louder and clearer, "I want my son's hard, thick, throbbing cock inside me, where it belongs. Does that sound like a good idea, baby? Can you do that for Mommy?"

Andy swallowed. "Yes, Mom, I can do that."

"Good." Tracy let her hair fall and turned away, showing off her taut, springy backside. The muscles in her ass and thighs bunched as she bent over, bracing her arms on a chair near the kitchen table.

With his pants still around his ankles, Andy awkwardly maneuvered behind her. He aimed the camera at his mother, admiring the cleft in her back that gracefully arched all the way down to her ass. He focused on those curving, perfectly formed hemispheres. With his free hand he gripped one cheek, kneading and squeezing. Tracy slid her legs apart, heels scraping on the linoleum floor.

Andy positioned himself behind her, cock pointing like a divining rod at her most vulnerable spot. "You're going to have to-" he started to say, but she was already gripping him, guiding him forward to her honey pot.

Andy felt her lips open up as the spongy head of his cock nudged them aside. He slid into the wet heat of his mother his length gliding in easily. He hitched his hips forward until his abdomen rested against the taut globes of her perfect ass. His thickness spread her open, but her inner folds gripped him tightly, her fluids seeping into and coating his skin, matting his pubic hair.

"Well," his mother said, voice thick with need and lust, "what are you waiting for? Aren't you going to fuck Mommy?"

Andy panned the camera across her smooth back, narrow waist, and full hips and ass, focusing the lens on the cleavage between her cheeks and the glimpse of his cock jammed into her pussy just below. He sighed, enjoying that first moment inside her as he always did. Then he pulled back and slammed into her as hard as he could. Both of them grunted from the impact. Tracy's ass rippled as he thrust into her, and the chair screeched on the linoleum.

Andy thrust again and again, hammering into his mother hard and fast and relentless, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside her with each frantic jab. Tracy moaned and writhed beneath him, while her fluids poured around his rampaging cock, searing him with their heat. Her pussy gripped him like a velvet vice. Tight, but soft as a feather, like liquid heat. His cockhead mashed up against the roof of her and Tracy cried out.

She arched her back, threw her hair over her shoulder and looked back. Andy was just able to wrench the camera away from the delectable view of her flexing ass cheeks to focus on her lust-twisted visage. "Harder, son, fuck Mommy harder!" She moaned as he complied, closing her eyes, mouth open, tongue extended. She licked her lips. "Faster, baby, faster," she said, her voice high pitched and shaking.

Andy grimaced in pleasure and complied, his hips driving forward again and again. His cock pistoned in and out of her gushing pussy, slamming into her again and again. Her inner muscles caressed his every rigid inch, while her juices soaked him. Her thighs shook and her shoulders jumped. The chair creaked with every thrust of their bodies, and Andy briefly wondered if they might break it.

His cock sawed in and out, in and out, his heavy cum laden balls swinging back and forth. He felt his mother reaching down between them, grazing her clit with her fingertips, before reaching further, to catch and cup his balls. She squeezed and kneaded them gently, urging their precious load along. Andy wished he had another set of arms so he could film that movement, but all he could do was focus on his mother's delectable backside and how his cock slammed into her again and again.

Andy placed his free hand against his mother's left cheek. He gripped it hard, digging the pads of his fingers into her plush flesh. He kneaded her buttock, spread her cheek a bit to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her beautiful ass hole, and allow him to focus better on his pistoning cock.

Tracy's breath came in ragged gasps. She couldn't speak, but she moaned and grunted repeatedly, urging Andy on again and again. Her big tits swayed beneath her, swinging freely back and forth as her son pounded her for all he was worth. She felt the first fluttering fingers of orgasm beginning deep within her sodden vagina. Her son's thick cock plundered her depths, hammering against the sensitive flesh at the roof of her womb, grazing her g-spot every time it sawed in and out. The pleasure was intense, focused, building.

And then Andy hitched his hips a little, just the way she liked, and his cockhead hammered against her g-spot. Hard. Tracy wailed and came. Hard. Her orgasm blossomed deep within her and exploded outward, searing every nerve ending in her body. She was sure her clit was vibrating of its own accord. Her nipples were harder than diamond, her tits high and proud and bouncing against her chest. She tried to scream, but no sound came out as her orgasm thundered through her. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to breath, to think, to do anything but ride this wave of pleasure.

And still her son hammered her. Grunting, sweating, heaving himself against her, into her, through her. Throughout it all, he kept the camera focused on her, on them, joined together as they should be, as no mother and son could ever be. That thought triggered her next big O, softer and less intense than the first, but welcome just the same.

Tracy's limbs felt weak, wrung out. Her legs shook, barely able to keep her up, while her arms, cradling the back of the chair, felt like they might give up at any moment. But Andy had already cum once, and while she knew he was good for another, it wouldn't be right away. He'd try to draw out her own pleasure as long as he could, as he always did.

But they would have to find another position to do that, and she wanted the video to end a certain way. Even as a third orgasm threatened to overtake her, Tracy focused on bringing her young son off along with her. She tightened her vaginal muscles around him, began to slowly swing her hips back and forth in a semicircle, and tried to find her voice.

Andy thrust again and again. He was fairly certain that his mother had come off at least twice, and he wanted her to come one more time before he finished in her, or on her. In her, he thought, that's what she said before. He could barely remember, even though it was only moments before. It was hard to think while fucking his mother, at least about anything but fucking his mother, and then she started to do that thing with her hips, and his concentration slipped even further. "Oh, fuck, Mom," he grunted.

"Yes, baby, fuck Mom," she said, her voice a breathy rasp. It gained strength as she fucked her hips back at him, urging him to cum. Her fingers caressed and squeezed his balls. "You're fucking Mommy so good, baby, you know just what I need. My own son, fucking me, so hard, so deep, so... um... so fucking good."

Andy kept silent, concentrating. He could feel that familiar pressure building at the base of his cock. He sawed in and out of his mother rapidly, sluicing through her juices, but then suddenly lurched forward, driving himself as deep as he could. His cock expanded deep within her, swelling as the first shuddering throb sent a jet of steaming jism spiraling into her depths. Andy made a strangled sound, somewhere between a grunt and a growl, as he emptied his weapon into his mother's pussy.

Tracy felt a minor orgasm crest within her as Andy flooded her womb. He had just come in her mouth, but still he jetted gallons of spunk into her. She shivered deliciously with each impact of his sperm against her inner walls. He came and came, and after the first half dozen pulses, began to slowly thrust back and forth within her again, his cock squelching as semen squeezed out the sides of Tracy's pussy and down his length, pooling in his pubic hair and dripping from his balls.

At last, after what felt like long, pleasurable minutes, Andy's flood flagged. He carefully withdrew, his softening but still semi-hard cock hanging low between his legs. Streamers of semen dripped down Tracy's thighs.

She stood slowly on shaky legs and turned to regard her son. He aimed the camera directly at her face, but with a strange smile she took it from his hand and set it on the table behind her. Then she took his head in her hands and kissed him fiercely, passionately, savagely. Breathless, he returned the kiss with equal vigor, his delicate hands moving roughly over her lush, maternal curves.

When they broke away, both gasping, Tracy suddenly noticed something. "What's burning?"

They both turned to the stove. Andy released wordless cry and lurched towards the stove, nearly tripping on his own pants. Tracy caught him, stepped around him, and turned off the burners. She coughed as a little smoke skirled past her face.

"So," she said, "pizza or Chinese?"

Andy groaned. "Pizza, I guess."

"Okay, you call it in, I'm going to take a shower." Tracy kissed her son lightly on the lips once more. "We can watch our movie on the big screen in the living room over dinner."

Andy grinned hugely, ruined dinner suddenly forgotten. "Sounds like a plan, Mom."