Let's see how she likes it.

From behind, you get a good view of what exactly makes your mother... well, your mother. Her nightie had lifted and she was left bent over a counter with her lower half exposed to the world.

Her large, juicy ass and thighs surrounded her dripping nether regions, outlining them, emphasising the intimate and loving nature of the place where you are going to dock with her.

Taking hold of your straining erection, you slip it smoothly into her, aided greatly by how wet she is. Feeling you enter her, Clarisa looks over her shoulder, yet is too exhausted to lift her abundant chest off the work top.

"No! Drake, stop! You can't!" She protests, weakly, unable to do much else after the sudden orgasm, just before.

Trying out a more creative use of your new found power, you make her enjoy you being inside her a lot more, even if she doesn't really want to.

You start getting a speedy rhythm together, thrusting in and out. Your mother's tunnel was working overtime squeezing and rubbing every bit of it's guest, doing it's best to pleasure you.

While, just shortly before, she'd been pretty clear telling you to stop, she was, now, very conflicted, protesting, only now and then, in between deep sexual moans.

"We can't do this! We - oh god, yes - need to - harder, baby - stop!" She continues to protest, with less resistance, while closing orgasm.

Pounding away vigorously, you feel yourself about to cum and, after all the foreplay, it feels like a tidal wave is coming.

"Yes, baby! Don't stop! It's coming!" She pants, with each thrust from you raising her voice an octave.