Eventually, he pulled out of her and fell to his knees on the kitchen floor. Reagan turned around and looked down at him. She was drenched in sweat, breathing hard, her face bright red and her wet hair all tangled up. He could see the faint, nicely trimmed fuzz of hair above her pussy as well as her breasts through the damp, thin fabric. Peter thought that she looked like the sexiest woman alive. "You fucked me!" she whispered, shock and disbelief clear in her eyes even though her sweat, her red face and the incestuous cum dripping out from her pussy were more than enough proof.

But his mom...