Incest Athletic Performance with Mom

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"From who?"
Eliza makes a low growling sound. "My son, of course. My son. The only man I've ever loved. The only man who can fuck me right."
Hearing those lewd words from Eliza's mouth takes my breath away. This woman is a global ambassador, spokeswoman for charities and name-brands, and role model to many. Now she's saying things that are still considered taboo in most mainstream porn.
"Do you trust me?" Chris asks, kneeling on the floor close to mother, stroking her hair in a loving way.
"Yes, of course."
"I'll always do what's best for you, mom. I'll always think of your needs."
Chris gets on his knees, positioning himself behind his mother, and presses the tip of his erect penis against the spread vagina. I gasp the same time Eliza gasps, but I keep my gasp quiet. Eliza's back arches and her toes curl as the penetration goes deeper into her body.
This is more than my first time watching people have sex. It's a front row view of human psychology and the depths people will go for sexual pleasure. What drives a good woman to do this? What drives her to want her son? Eliza could have anyone she wants, yet she chooses him?
Rhythmic slapping noises fill the room and I watch the flesh from Eliza's butt ripple from the pounding. The muscles flex and her legs tighten. As an athlete, I'm in awe of her body, the leanness and strength that she poses. The flexibility for holding this position for rough sex. Eliza works out for her career and appearance, but now I see that her figure has other uses besides sports.
"Fuck me, Christopher, treat me like a woman who's earned this. I've earned this, haven't I? Oh fuck, fuck me, I've earned this."
I've never been so aroused hearing Eliza say, 'I've earned this,' from the fucking she's getting. That's a phrase she's said countless times during our career together, 'I've earned this.' She said it in front of cameras after winning medals and standing on the podium. And she said it in the locker room while we were alone, sweat dripping down her body, wanting to cry from her life's achievement.
Hearing my best friend say, 'I've earned this,' as Chris pounds her without mercy shows that I've never actually known her. We'll always be close, we'll always be best friends, but I've never known this woman and what she's capable of. Yes, she's earned this. She's unstoppable, that much I've always known about her.
"I'm close," she groans. "Cum inside me. Fuck me, cum in me. Fill me."
"Yes, mom. Anything for you."
I touch myself through my pants while listening to their ungodly banter. If I didn't recognize her voice, if I'm not in her house, then I never would have suspected that it was Eliza, not for a second. Her reputation would be destroyed if this ever got out. She'd lose all her sponsorships and would be forced to leave the Olympics, never to compete professionally again.
That's part of what's making me so hot. The wrongness factor. I'm almost sweating, watching her breasts wave back and forth from her prone position, seeing her son ravishing her naked body. They're about to cum together and it's glorious, despite my conflicting feelings.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," he grunts.
Chris pumps his cock deep and Eliza gasps, savoring the feeling of being inseminated. A feeling she knows all too well, but still enjoys nonetheless. This is normal to her, but the bliss never gets old.