The Amazin' Amazon Mom Ch. 02

At last, spent, the two lovers collapsed in a sodden, sweaty heap across the lounger, both gasping for air. Diana trailed fingers through Justin's hair, and he gazed lustfully at his mother.

Justin cupped one of Diana's prodigious tits and teased a nipple with his finger. She swept a hand down his muscled mid-section and found his cock still rigid, standing proudly like a trunk from between his thighs.

"Does this ever go down?" she said with a girlish giggle.

"Not around you, mother," Justin said honestly. "Not around you." He bent forward, and she tasted his lips.