"How does your mom look, Neil?" I asked as I lowered myself by bending my knees behind his mother's thick ass. My heavy cock was already in my hand, the thick head pressing forward, ready to take her tight hole.
Neil didn't answer with words. He just cried silently, sitting completely naked on the floor right in front of his mother. Judy was on all fours so close to him that her face was only inches away from his. His already small dick had gone completely soft and almost vanished from the overwhelming emotional collapse.
"Mom…" Neil tried to reach out and touch his mother's face, but he stopped halfway. Her face was still a complete mess, marked with dried piss, saliva, and precum from everything I had already done to her.
"Neil, son… please close your eyes," Judy cried softly as she looked directly into her own son's eyes. She knew what she was doing was wrong on so many levels, wrong as a mother, wrong as a wife, wrong in every possible way. But she still wouldn't refuse me.
