"Come on baby, I know you can do better than this," Christine said. Austin took her criticism to heart. He immediately began pounding his mother's p***y.
"Oh f**k!" Christine cried, "That's more like it."
The two of them now moved with abandon. The bench squeaking under them. Every sound magnified by the echo of the tile.
"Fuh. Fuh. f**k. So good," Christine gulped. Austin felt her body stiffen, her p***y clench, as a tiny orgasm rolled over her. "Oh! You made your Mommy c*m. Such a good boy."
"Sssssssoooooo good," Austin said.
"Can you do it again, baby?"
"Oh yes," Austin said. He reached down for his mother's c**t but found her fingers were already there, rubbing so hard and fast he thought it must be painful. But his mother went taut again, groaned, and Austin knew that pain wasn'
