We chorused a groan as we reconnected. Mom's pussy felt, unimaginably, even better this time. Her body so perfectly perched over mine. I reached up to grab Mom's tits. She ran her fingers over my chest. Her wedding ring, glinting in the light, was the only thing she was wearing.

We were naked, both of us, in my dad's private space. Uncaring. Completely surrounded only by each other. Enchanted and enthralled by what our bodies could create together.

"Oh Mom," I groaned as Mom rode me up and down like she was trying to slam me through the floor.

"Maybe you should call me Julie when we do this," Mom...