"Ngh, now that you've accepted how compatible we are, it's time for some fun. Gotta keep myself in shape for my boytoy here." She coos, rubbing your head. "Well, urgh, if you insist." Jeff agrees, splurting a little more into her. Giggling gleefully, Jeff's mother goes to their room to get changed. Pulling out a pair of jean shorts and a sports bra, Jeff finds himself locked tighter against his mother's sweaty body. "Make sure to inhale my aroma." she requests, smacking his ass. "I already am," Jeff informs, thrusting his hips. "God, it's amazing!" With her pussy lovingly gripping his dick, Jeff's mother was ready to go out.
Doing a few stretches on the front step, she relished in the fact everyone can see her man. It's like she was displaying him like a trophy, prideful in the fact only she gets to screw him. Starting to sprint down the sidewalk, each bounce in her step makes Jeff's tip poke her cervix. "Ooo, geez." He cries, spewing more white warmth in there. Other women having the same idea of jogging today couldn't take their eyes off of Jeff quivering within his mother's clothes. Having an ego trip, she smirks and flips them off, as Jeff cums once again. "Mmmm oh god." She audibly moans out loud, creeping the women out a bit; though they were visibly entranced. "Find your own men, girls." Jeff's mother tells them, slapping her ass to solidify her feelings of superiority.