Jon felt something in his finter; it was a wedding ring. Probably the one he got when he married his mother. Jon went to find his mother. Now that they were married, they were presumibly having sex. Jon felt his cock stiffen at the thought of his naked mom laying on the bed, waiting for his manhood to be thrust between her legs. Jon found his mother in the kitchen. She was making dinner and wearing a dress that Jon had always thought she was good looking in.
"Hey, Mom," said Jon.
"Hey, sweetie," said his mom. "Dinner's almost ready."
"Smells great," said Jon. Jon decided to make his move, something small, to see how his wish was working. He hugged his mom and then slid his hand down her butt.
His mom yipped, suprised, then blushed. "Feeling a little randy, son?" she asked. "We'll have time for a quick fuck if you help me set the table."
Jon never set the table so fast in his life. After he was done, his mother sauntered over to the table, pulled her panties down and her dress up, bent over placed her hands on the table and presented her bare ass to Jon. Jon hesitated, unsure whether to take his mother up her ass or up her pussy. As if reading his mind, his mother said, "Up my ass, dear."
Spreading his mother's ass cheeks, Jon pulled down his pants and underwear and slid his rock hard cock between them. His mom moaned as Jon repeatedly thrust his manhood up his mother's butt. Both gasped in mutual orgasm and, just as Jon was beginning to withdraw, in came...
