The dirty talk coming out of her son’s mouth was unrecognizable. She couldn’t help but love it, quite frankly. It was easy to pretend it was someone else, maybe some twisted roleplay. Either way, it worked like a charm. “Yes, I want to.” She moaned, slamming her hips against his, desperate for every bit of friction she could get.<br/><br/>“God, Andrew.” Despite the short amount of time they’d been fucking, she came, clenching around his cock and moaning his name loudly, no fear of being caught. With her husband fishing, the current would drown out any noise, she was free to be as vocal as she wanted.