The sound of his mother's cry causes him to shiver and he finds himself starting to move his hips, bracing himself over her body as he starts to slide his thick shaft in and out of her.

His breath comes in gasps as his mind reels at the sensations of what they are doing. From smelling the fragance of his mother's hair, hearing the bedsprings creaking under them and his mother's rapid breathing, to the feeling of actually being inside her.

Back and forth, back and forth his lower body goes, sending his stout tool firmly if not completely inside his mother's tight grasping channel.

Unlike the first time, the boy just continues on and on, his movements getting stronger as he feels the pleasure slowly building. For the moment at least, his morality is on hold as he enjoys the experience...