The scene taking place in the Partridge's garage was one that would shock their fans. America's favorite mom-and-son music partners were about to enter a new world - and it had nothing to do with music.
Shirley and Keith sat facing each other on the old, beat-up, yet still comfortable sofa. Neither said a word. They were both a little confused about what was happening. Here they were:
a scantily-clad, breathtakingly beautiful woman,
and her highly-aroused teenage boy, sitting together on a warm California night with only one thing in mind.
Shirley broke the silence.
"You know, Honey...Your sister wasn't the only cheerleader in this family. When I was in high school I was quite a sight out on the football field."
"I'll bet you were, Mom."
"Oh, yes. I used to.....Well, let me show you."
Keith watched with a mixture of lust and amusement as his mother suddenly jumped up from the couch and went into one of her old routines.
"Let's see if I can remember....O.K..........
...Jones High! Jones High!...Hit 'em low! Hit 'em high!"
She moved around the room in total abandonment,
shaking her ass and boobs shamelessly as she recited the chant. Her tiny outfit was straining almost to the bursting point.
"Jones High! Jones High!......Oh, Keith.... ....This is so much fun!"
"Yeah, Mom....I'm having a good time too."
He could no longer resist the urge to un-zip himself and haul out his thick, hard penis. Slowly, he began stroking it as he took in his mom's amazing performance.
Shirley danced for a few more seconds before glancing back in his direction.
"Oh, my God!", she exclaimed.
The image of her adorable, young son pumping his nine-inch dick was more than she could handle. Her moist cunt now grew even wetter, and she could feel her stiff nipples starting to ache. There was no use denying it any longer. She needed to be fucked.
Keith didn't miss a beat. He continued to masturbate while pleading with her not to stop.
"Keep going, Mom!....Please...You're doing great!"
