Her butt jiggled slightly as she leaned into the mirror applying her makeup.
"Don't even think about it," she said as studiously applied eyeliner.
He could see the soft shadow of her nipples under her lacy white brasierre.
He held her from behind and kissed the back of her neck. He pushed his pelvis against her, feeling her soft rounded ass under the slikly half-slip against his cock.
"I said 'No'".
"Take off the slip and panties." His cock poked out of his pajamas and rested against the coolness of her slip.
"No. I'm late for work as it is." She went back to applying the eyeliner but he pulled at her arm.
"Hey!"
"It won't take long." he whispered close to her ear as he brought his arm upward against the bottom of her bra.
She slapped at his hand. "I said 'No' and I mean it."
"You didn't say that last night, Mom" he said with a grin.
She winced slightly, and turned around. The eyes were a deep blue like a sea before a gale. Her face was flushed.
"Look. This has got to stop. This is sick. It's gone too far..."
"Kevin ... It's my ... fault." she said with moist eyes. She took his hand in both of her. "I should have never let this start..."
SHe squeezed his hand. "This thing between ..." she lower her voice. "...us has to stop."
"You know you want to, Mom."
"Kevin ... please." She turned around and picked up her eyeliner brush. "We'll have a long talk after work, OK?" she said dismissively.
He felt a hot flush of anger and reached for the back of his mother's waistband.
"I *told* you 'No'" said she in that familar scolding mother-tone from childhood.
"Take it off, Mom...now."
"I said ..."
"Take it off, Mom, or I swear to God I'll rip it off."
"Kevin ..." she said in a broken voice.
"You're getting me upset, Mom."
"OK..."
She started to turn, but he forced her back to face the mirror with a suddeness that scared both of them.
She looked at him with big doe eyes from the mirror.
"Take it off, Mom. You know its what you want -- what both of us want."
She reachd behind her back.
"Leave the bra on. Remove the rest."
Her eyes widdened. She watchd him as she pealed down her slip and panties together to the floor.
She leaned against the sink, raising her big fleshy ass provacatively at him. She looked at him in the mirror and bit her bottom lip.
"You're wet. Aren't you, Mom?"
"Should I check?" he said as he pulled at the snap on his pajama bottom.
With amusement he saw her spread her legs slightly, maybe unconsciously awaiting his probe.
He reached between her legs and pushed two fingers inside his mother. They slid in easily.
"You're a slut, Mom." He said as he pushed another finger into her.
"You know you wanted this." He pulled his hand back and forth, penetrating deeper each time.
"Ahhhh..." she moaned as he let his finger rub against her clit.
"You hot ... fucking bitch-mother." he heard himself whisper hoarsely. His cock pressed against the crack of his mother's bare bottom. She inhaled sharply as he balled up his whole fist inside his mother.
He felt her push backwards, forcing her ass against his cock.
After several hard strokes he pulled his fist out of his mother. She looked back at his with pleading eyes. "Do you want me to stop, Mom." She leaned forward and pushed her bottom against his cock. "Do you want me to stop, Mom."
"Please." Her hands drifted downward between her legs but he slapped them aside.
'Tell me."
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. "Tell me, Mom."
"I ... want you."
He pinched her right buttock hard.
"Oww..."
"What do you want, Mom?"
"fuck..." She tried to turn around but he forced her in place.
"Hand me the hairbrush."
"Please. Let's just do ..."
"Goddamnit, Mom. I'm losing my patience." He took a wadeful of his mother's fleshy ass and squeezed roughly.