As he put all this together, for the thousandth time in his mind as they drove home, Kyle was convinced once again. Kyle had quietly followed her to her bedroom, where he heard her moan to a buzzing noise. She reminded Kyle of someone about to start a running race. She propped herself up a little to watch her son’s monster slid in and out of her, but her view was somewhat obscured because of her little tuff of pubic hair. And if that wasn’t enough to convince Kyle his mother would jump at his proposal he was going to spring on her once they were home, then there was one final piece of Heather’s actions that alone would have convinced him of her enthusiastic compliance. “AHHHH, YES, FUCK ME YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN, FUCK ME, FUCK ME,” his mother screamed and that was enough for Kyle and he felt his orgasm begin to rock him to his core, and Heather hit the top of hers and hung there in ecstasy and agony, wanting it never to finish
