She pushed play on the old VHS and the grainy footage filled the screen. On it, a woman who looked just like her was riding her grown sons cock, moaning loud and filthy while he grabbed her tits and called her Mommy.
Fuck, thats hot, she said, already pulling her robe open. Her son sat next to her on the couch, twenty-two, hard as hell, staring at the screen. His hand was already on his dick through his jeans.
Take it out, she told him, voice low and rough. Watch the movie and stroke it like the boy on the tape.
He unzipped and his thick cock sprang free, the same size as the one pumping into the actress on screen. She licked her palm and wrapped her fingers around him, jerking him slow and tight while the woman on the TV begged her son to fuck her harder.
See how she spreads for him? she whispered, leaning close so her heavy tits brushed his arm. Thats what real mothers do when they want it bad.
Her son groaned and thrust into her fist. She stood, dropped the robe, and climbed onto his lap facing the TV so they could both watch. Her wet cunt slid along the length of his cock, coating it in slick before she reached down and notched the head against her hole.
Push, she ordered.
He drove up and buried every inch inside her in one stroke.
She gasped, cunt stretching wide around him, and started riding him hard, tits bouncing, eyes locked on the movie where the mother was now on all fours getting railed from behind.
Fuck me like that, she snarled. Grab my ass and pound your mothers cunt.
He did, hands spreading her cheeks, slamming up into her while the wet sounds of their fucking mixed with the moans coming from the screen. She reached between them and rubbed her clit fast, cunt clenching every time the woman on the tape cried out Fuck Mommy, baby, fuck Mommy.
When the movie cut to the son eating his mothers pussy, she pulled off, turned around, and shoved her dripping slit onto his face. He licked her like he was starving, tongue pushing deep while she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth, sucking him sloppy and loud.
They stayed like that until the tape showed the big finish: the mother on her back, legs spread, begging for cum. She climbed off his face, straddled him again, and sank down on his cock reverse-cowgirl so they could both see the screen.
Fill me up when he does, she panted, riding him fast and rough. Come in your mothers cunt while that boy creams his mom on the movie.
Her sons hands clamped on her hips. He fucked up into her like a machine, balls slapping, until the actress on screen started screaming through her orgasm. He followed right after, shooting thick ropes deep inside her, groaning Mom, fuck, Mom with every pulse.
She kept grinding on him, milking every drop, cunt fluttering around his still-hard cock while the credits rolled. When the tape clicked off she stayed seated on him, both of them breathing hard, his cum leaking out around his shaft.
Rewind it, she said, already starting to rock again. Were watching it one more time.
