By helpfully screwing her brains out.

Henry didn't say a word. Steeling his nerves, he strode towards her, wrapped an arm around her waist and popped her exposed nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and nibbling gently. Penelope arched her back and moaned. Henry's hand moved up his mother's back and undid the bra he had drawn onto her. He hadn't given any thought to the clasp when he sketched her lingerie but it came apart easily. Now both of her full round tits were free. Henry released her left nipple from his mouth and grasped a jug in each hand, staring triumphantly into his mother's bright but bleary green eyes.

"I need you, Henry!" she confessed. "I need you to fucks me! I'm sush a drunken shlut, but I can't help what I am! I need it! I need you! Please, Henry...say you'll screw Mommy!"

"Get down and bend over," Henry told her. "I'm going to do you from behind."

"Oh yesh! Oh yesh! Oh god yesh!" she exclaimed as she slid off the the washer and leaned drunkenly against him, crushing her rack against his chest and licking his neck gratefully. She kissed him full and deep, her tongue playful, her mouth tasting of vodka. Henry's hands slid down her back to squeeze her ass and pluck at the black
G-string. At last, he could wait no longer. He pushed Penelope out of the embrace and turned her bodily about so she was facing the washer. Then he placed her hands down on the top of the thrumming appliance and ran his left hand up her right thigh to her cunt, which was soaking there beneath the thin black fabric.

"Oooooh!" Mrs. Hunter exclaimed. "Oh yes oh yes oh fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

Henry slid the fabric to one side and pressed a probing finger between her swollen labia. She whimpered. One handed, Henry freed his cock, thick and throbbing, and slid it in underneath his finger. Penelope gasped. Henry's head swam. He couldn't believe this was actually happening but damned if he was going to question it. He pulled his finger out, grasped his mother's hips and drove his cock deep inside of her. She dropped her head and tits down on top of the washing machine, groaning and pushing her ass back, forcing him deeper into her cunt. Henry began grinding in a slow, deliberate clockwise circle as his mother grunted and gibbered in satisfied lust. He grabbed hold of a fist full of her long, wild brunette mane and began pistoning in and out of her, riding her for all she was worth.

Penelope moaned and groaned and squealed and gasped as Henry pounded into her again and again. Her knees gave out and buckled but Henry just kept fucking her from behind, scooting her sweaty bare tits along the top of the washer with a comic squeak. She was well past speech, but she flipped her feet around her son's legs to encourage him not to stop. He pounded and pounded until at last he let loose a mighty roar and unloaded a hot stream of spunk into his mother.

Panting, his ears ringing, his head spinning, Henry backed up, sliding out of his mother's cunt, letting their mingled juices flow down her legs. Penelope crumpled slowly to the floor, sprawling sweaty on a freshly cleaned basket of laundry. Henry looked down at her and then went to the floor himself, staring at the woman that was suddenly so much more than his mother.

"Oh gawd, Henry," she panted. "That was...that was soooo...oh fuck that was the bestest ever! I feel...I feel so dirty...but....oh fuck that was good! What....what do we do now?"