His seventy one year old mother is wearing her pink housecoat. He can see right through the flimsy material of the housecoat. He can see the outline o...f the half-slip she is wearing. She is so old fashioned, but he likes it, because it makes his cock stiff. Her bra-straps are also visible through the sheer material of the housecoat. "Mum, let me take some photos of you," he says. "What? Not now, Kevin, I am busy," she laughs. She is still his mum, but after fucking her that morning, he feel more. Yesterday when she came in from her workout she was extremely nervous acting. I know she thinks Henry is sexy and she often comments about how he touches her to make her do the exercises correctly. She even told me that he had a big cock because she had seen it in his thin nylon shorts. Well back to how she was acting, I told her to just relax and calm down. I said you are just worked up over seeing Henry's cock bouncing around in his shorts. I told her she was just horny. She tossed her purse. Instead of hitting him I reached up and cupped his face, forcing his eyes to look into mine. Do you like violating me like this. Youre a fucking pervert, taking me like this. Are you going to cum in me too? Youre sick. I hoped my words would get into him, make him realize the fault in his ways, but all it served to do was make him harder. His eyes grew darker and inside me his cock grew longer. He held me open, pumping in and out. Scraping my insides and recklessly pounding into me. The noises. I considered taking them off you, but decided to leave then on for the time being because your tongue was still working my nipples, making then tingle and my complete attention was focused on that part of my body. I poured more beer over my tits, getting you soaked in the process, but you didn't complain and kept right on lapping it up. Soon, I had beer dripping down my stomach onto my super-sensitive pussy, and I felt its coldness dripping on my clit.Taking the bottle from me, you asked me to.