Kathy Andrews - Come Meet My Mom

"The same way Frank did last night, Mom," Tommy said in a low voice. "The very same way."

With his words, Sherri knew her son had seen more than her naked ass; he had seen her on top of Frank, fucking him. Her eyes moved to his face, her lips parting to resist.

"Now, Mom," he said, and pulled at her leg.

Sherri found herself climbing onto the bed, throwing one knee over her son's body, straddling him, her bushy cunt only inches from the smooth, swollen head of his cock.

She gazed into his face, not moving, as her son gripped his cock at the base, lifting his hips. She shuddered and her eyes slitted when she felt his cock touch the swollen lips of her cunt. She remained in her straddling position.

Tommy wasn't looking up at her, though. He was staring at the head of his cock touching the fiery lips of his mother's cunt. He saw her c1it strain outward. He held his breath as he slowly pushed his cock upward.

Sherri gasped when she felt her son's cock slide into her pussy. Only the round head entered her, but it was fiery hot and almost made her come immediately. Tommy's eyes burned as he slowly pushed upward, pressing more of his cock into her cunt. Sherri was holding her breath, shaking. She felt his cock stretch her cunt open. She felt his cock jerking inside her cunt, and she whimpered softly. Tommy turned his cock loose and gripped his mother's hips, pulling her down onto his cock. Sherri's knees slipped upward, and she found herself sitting on him with his hard cock buried completely inside her cunt. She let her breath out loudly, her tits swaying as she trembled.

Tommy, too, was trembling. He could no longer see his mother's cunt on his cock; her soft pussy-hair was mashed against him. He felt her cunt twitch about his prick, a slight squeezing sensation.

"Just like Frank," he groaned, pushing his hand up her hips to her tits, curling his fingers about them. "Do it just like you did it to him, Mom."

Sherri found herself responding to his words. Placing her hands on her knees, she lifted, pulling her cunt up on his cock, then pushing it down.

I'm fucking my son! Her mind screamed. I'm fucking Tommy… fucking my own son!

Her cunt burned and vibrated around his hardness, squeezing it as she moved up and down. She kept looking into her son's face, watching his ecstasy, beginning to feel it herself.

"Tommy… " she breathed, lifting her hands and placing them over his on her tits smashing them harder. "Ohhhh, Tommy!"

"Do it the way you did with him!" Tommy moaned, digging into her tits hard, lifting his cock up to her sliding cunt.

With a sob, Sherri leaned over her son, her hands on the bed, her tits still in his hands. She lifted her naked ass until her cunt almost pulled off his cock, then she pushed it down again, all the way. Tommy made gurgling sounds as he squeezed and pulled and twisted her firm tits.

Sherri began to breathe in short, hot panting sounds, fucking him with up-and-down motions, sliding her hairy cunt on his wonderfully hard cock. She began to squeal, revolving her ass in a grinding motion, her clit rubbing at his cock. She felt his prick jerk and throb deep inside her, and she sped up, racing her cunt up and down his cock.

"Oooooh!" she sobbed, her face twisting with passion. "Ohhhhh, Tommy!"

"Do it, Mom!" he groaned, sliding one hand down her waist to clutch her hip. "Do it fast!"

Sherri bounced wildly now, plunging her cunt desperately onto her son's cock. She shook and twisted, her blonde hair flying. She cried out in ecstasy, slamming down onto his cock and grinding hard, then jerking up, only to ram down quickly again. Her cunt was on fire, soaked with slippery juices, and her clit felt like a ripe grape ready to burst. She closed her eyes and fucked her son frantically, grinding and twisting and churning, her knees pressing tightly at his sides.

Tommy, moaning with rapture, shove his hands to his mother's churning ass, gripping the naked cheeks tightly. One of her tits dripped against his mouth, and he began to suck greedily on it, his tongue swirling. Wet, slapping sounds filled the room.

"Tommy, baby!" she cried out, beating her cunt up and down his cock. "Ohhhh, darling! Baby… I'm… I'm going to…"

With a low squeal, Sherri slammed down onto her son's cock, grinding her hips wildly. The convulsions began, her orgasm intense. The hairy lips of her cunt clasped tightly about her son's cock as she came, her body straining on him.

Tommy, his mouth full of her stiff nipple and tit, dug at his mother's trembling ass, lifting his cock tightly into her cunt. He grunted around her tit, and Sherri jerked upward, but he held her ass too tight.

"Tommy, don't!"

But it was too late.

He was coming, spurting his juices into his mother's pussy, the rapid, boiling squirts filling her, flooding her cunt, making her orgasm become more intense.

She groaned, pushing down as he strained upward, her cunt contracting about his spewing cock.

It was over quickly, and she rolled off her son, turning her back to him as if ashamed of what she had done. But she wasn't ashamed; her cunt was full of his come-juice… she had fucked him… he had fucked her, and she couldn't feel shame at all.

She felt her son get off the bed, listened to him leave her room quietly, and then she cried softly. Not with shame, but because she had loved it so much…

When Frank called, she put him off.

She knew he was hurt and puzzled when she broke their date for that evening, but she couldn't help it. Her thoughts were jumbled, and although she was very much in love with him, she now had something else to think about.

All day, Tommy was with her no matter where she was in the house, touching her tits, her ass, caressing her thighs and once, cupping her cunt through her dress and panties. When

he had done that, Sherri had frozen, unable to move. Not in shock, but because that had made her come. Mildly, but an orgasm just the same.

She realized she had not noticed he had grown these past few years. She noticed something else, too. She was responding to her son in a passive manner. Tommy sensed this, she knew. She wasn't certain if she liked that. He was treating her as if he could do anything he wanted with her now. He was proud that he had flicked her. That alone seemed to make him feel he had total possession of her.

When she had broken her date with Frank, he had looked very pleased with himself. After dinner, she slipped into panties, then pulled on an oversized man's shirt she often wore as a nightgown. Tommy was still up, watching one of her movies on the VCR. She could no longer prevent him now, and he knew it.

Before going to bed, she was thirsty, and forgetting her skimpy attire, walked from her room. Tommy was sitting on the couch, watching her last movie, and she arrived during the scene where she stumbled, her dress over her head to give a brief peek of her cunt.

Tommy laughed. "That's the scene I like best, Mom," he said as she went past him into the kitchen. "Showing your cunt turns me on pretty good."

Sherri had a glass of water, shivering as she heard him.

Going back into the living room, she said softly, "Tommy, I wish you wouldn't use those words."

"What words, Mom?" he asked, looking up at her. He saw her long, naked thighs, then he gazed boldly at the thrust of her tits. The top buttons of the shirt were open, and the satiny, flesh of her rounded tits showed, her nipples -poking against it. "You mean cunt?"

She nodded, biting her lip.

"Well, that's what it is, Mom. Cunt… hot cunt."

She felt rooted to the floor when her son stood and came toward her. She watched him with filmed eyes. He was still dressed in his jeans and t-shirt. He stopped in front of her" and opened her shirt to let her tits show. He twisted her nipples gently, pulling on them. Sherri breathed softly, balling her fists at her sides, knowing what was going to happen, wanting and not wanting it. She couldn't stop her son from unbuttoning her shirt, dragging it from her shoulders. She didn't resist when he fondled her tits, then closed his hot wet mouth over one and sucked it. He caressed her body as he sucked her tit, sliding his hands about her creamy flesh, her outer thighs and hips and ass. Her legs shook dangerously as she bit at her bottom lip, eyes closed, unable to stop the bubbling desire between her long legs.