Lisa decided to do as he ask.

There was a long silence. Lisa suddenly decided to do as he ask. She was, she told herself, tired of arguing with him. And if he really wanted to look at her body so badly, she might as well give him the thrill. "All right, Jason,” Lisa said, sighing. "If you really insist on acting like a horny, little teenage boy, I suppose I’ll have to treat you like one." Acting as nonchalant as possible, Lisa let the towel drop to the floor. Jason groaned as his dream came trough.

His mother's tits were nearly as big as baby water melons--huge, firm sponge-melons encased in soft, cream-white flesh. Her luscious tits quivered slightly every time Lisa moved. The still attractive mom flushed as she realised how stiffly her nipples were, how appetising her fat, distended, rubbery tit-buds were. Jason continued to groan softly under his breath. His gaze moved up his mother's long, perfectly formed legs, pausing for a long time on the rich, fleecy, blonde cunt-bush curling on her lower belly.

Her waist was small, and her belly was soft in a girlish way. Lisa's creamy flesh seemed even more desirable than before. "All right, Jason," Lisa said. She stood brazenly facing him, conscious of the illicit, giddy excitement she felt as she allowed her son to stare openly at her naked from. "This is what you wanted to see, isn't it? Are you satisfied now? Would you please let me go to my room and let me get dressed in peace?

"Oh, shit," Jason groaned. Then her eighteen year old son shocked her. Leaning against the wall, staring intently at his mother's giant tits and hairy pussy, her horny son suddenly undid his belt buckle and yanked down his zipper. His thirty-four years old mom gaped at him in-speechless horror as her child suddenly hauled out his huge, rock-hard cock, letting his massive shaft of fuck meat twitch and pulse luridly straight before him.