Kathy Andrews - A flash of Mom_s flesh

"Mom?" Jimmy's voice came through the door. "Are you okay?"

She tried to still her sobs.

"I'm fine. Please, leave me alone for a while, honey."

"I heard something hit the wall, Mom," he said. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm okay," she sobbed, then, "No, I'm not okay! Jimmy…" She lifted her tear-stained face and looked at the door. "Jimmy… please, honey! Oh, God, baby!"

She was on her fret and running to the door. She flung it open, grabbing her son's hand and pulling him into the room and to her bed.

Jimmy was startled to see his mother naked, her panties hanging in shreds on her hips, her high tits firm, the bushy triangle of her cunt showing, the wetness on her thighs, her face. He didn't know what to say or do, unable to stop looking at his naked mother.

Sarah sobbed then feverishly began opening her son's pants, pushing them down, then his shorts. His cock jerked upward, slapping against her chin. She pulled back, eyes wide, staring at his cock a few inches before her face. With a wild, hot gasp, she grabbed her son's cock and jerked it back and forth swiftly, watching the head bulge, beads of juice oozing from his piss-hole.

"Mom…" Jimmy groaned, frozen as he watched her pumping his cock, his body shaking as badly as hers.

"Jimmy!" she moaned, her other hand cupping his small, but full balls. "Oh, Jimmy!"

She rubbed the head of his cock about her face, her cheeks and chin, feeling his wetness on her flesh. Her eyes closed, and she drew in a deep, shuddering breath, turning him loose. She stood a moment before him, then grabbed his shoulders and fell across her bed on her back, legs spread wide as her son fell on top of her.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Jimmy, fuck me!"

Clutching her startled son's hips with both hands, Sarah twisted her ass about, her cunt searching for his cock. She felt it throbbing along her inner thigh, and with a hot cry, one hand darted behind her uplifted ass, pushing at his cock, getting the swollen head on the puffy wetness of her slit. She lunged her ass up and Jimmy's cock stabbed into her cunt.

"Ohhhh, Jimmy!" she cried out, clutching his ass again, her fingers digging into the flesh, squirming her cunt at the base of her son's cock.

"Ahhhh, baby, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!"

Sarah hardly knew what she was doing. Her passion was so intense, her need so great, it didn't matter that it was her son's cock in her cunt. All that mattered was a hard cock was there, throbbing powerfully, filling and stretching her with mind-shattering ecstasy. She did not know that her son lay stiffly, unmoving, still shaken by what had happened. She clamped her palms and fingers tightly on his ass, and humped up and down, fucking on his cock. Purrs and gasps came from her. She wrapped her long legs about his, locking her ankles across the backs of his thighs, and pounded frantically up and down, whipping her ass sideways, crushing her inflamed cunt and swollen pussy-lips brutally against the base of his cock.

Jimmy's chest smashed her firm tits, his hands above his mother's head. His eyes were closed, lips gaping, and he grunted as her cunt rammed up and down on his cock. His balls became tight, and the silky wet heat seemed to sear the flesh of his bulging prick, consuming him.

Sarah cried and sobbed, grinding her hips furiously, making soft wet slapping sounds as she raced her cunt up the length of her son's cock and down again. Her body was tingling with insane heat, her mind reeling with the most rapture she had ever felt in her entire life. Her cunt felt as if it was on fire, yet so wet it was unbelievable. She could feel her pussy throb and squeeze in delicious waving motions on the shaft of her son's cock, and her cunt was so tight, so hard, she was going out of her mind.

She unlocked her ankles and placed her heels on the edge of her bed, knees bent and flung wide. With this leverage, she banged up onto her son's cock almost violently, lifting his body. The outrageous need between her legs drove her, carried her into the realm of screaming ecstasy.

"Fuck me!" she cried over and over. "Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!"

Her hands moved off his ass and up his back to his shoulders, then his head. She clung to his hair, pulling it without knowing, her hips gyrating with wild, frenzied action. She lifted her head and bit into her son's shoulder, trying to stifle the screams in her throat. The wetness of her cunt increased until the insides of her smooth thighs were slippery, the cheeks of her rounded ass glistening. Her cunt was pulling at Jimmy's cock as it plunged up and down, clasping and releasing, tightening and loosening. Her clit was larger than it ever had been, throbbing and ready to burst like a ripe gape. Her tits were hard, very hard, her nipples pushing up stiffly against his chest.

"Jimmy! Oh, my God, Jimmy!" she wailed. "I'm about to… ohhh, ram your cock up my cunt hard! My cunt is… mother's cunt is… ooooohhhhh!"

The orgasm almost tore Sarah apart.

Her cunt contracted with almost painful spasms, yet it was so sweet, so beautiful, she felt no pain. Her clit throbbed in the way his cock did, the juicy tightness of her cunt caressing his cock with little ripples as it convulsed and quivered and sucked.

Sarah strained her pussy as hard as she could on her son's cock, squealing as the rapture intensified. Her hands were once again clutching her son's ass, pulling him down tight, trying to take his hard cock deeper yet. Her orgasm burned from her belly button, radiating out from her cunt and along her thighs to her knees, the cheeks of her ass melting and her asshole puckering as her cunt did.

The orgasm was losing strength, and she began to slowly relax, moaning as the steamy glow flowed through her.

And then Jimmy came.

She felt his cock lurching a couple of times inside her cunt, but didn't know he was coming. Her eyes opened then bulged. Jimmy was spewing hot, thick come-juice into her cunt, rapidly, jerk after jerk.

"Jimmy!" she screeched, her cunt gripping his gushing cock as another orgasm burst hotly inside her. "Jimmy… ohhh, Jimmy!"

Her hands dug hard into the crack of her son's ass, pulling him down tightly as he spewed into her pussy, her cunt drawing on the shaft of his cock like a hot, greedy mouth.

Slowly, very slowly, Sarah came down. Her ass slumped to the bed, her heels sliding from the edge and thumping to the floor. Her arms weakened and she dropped them to her sides, breathing hard, her son's weight smashing down on her body as he panted, his face buried into her neck.

After a long time, Jimmy lifted from his mother, his cock pulling out of her cunt with a little sucking sound. He stood up, turning sideways shyly and pulling his pants up. Sarah lay in her sprawled, exposed position, too weak to move. Her eyes were slitted, and she could see nothing but a hazy outline of her son as he left her, closing her bedroom door softly behind him.

Sarah felt the tears in her eyes. She wasn't sure if she was crying from shame, or because she had felt something she had only heard about, something that was so tremendous, so good she could hardly believe she had actually felt it.

Sarah was like a stranger around her son. Both were shy and bashful, avoiding looking at each other directly. Sarah could not understand what had come over her, but she had loved it. She wanted to fuck her son again, but he was so bashful, avoiding her even while they were in the same room. He was in and out of the house, running around with his cousin, Keith.

She was surprised that her nephew allowed her son to be with him all the time. Keith was a few years older than Jimmy. Yet Keith was like an older brother to Jimmy, and they were inseparable.

Karen, her sister, was a few years older than Sarah, but seemed so worldly to Sarah. Karen was outgoing, outspoken, and with a sunny disposition that drew others to her. Like Sarah, Karen was tall and beautiful, but they didn't look like sisters at all. Where Sarah was dark-haired, Karen was a lovely honey blonde, and where Sarah had blue eyes, Karen's were brown. They had never been close as teenagers, and had only become friends in the past five years or so. Now they shopped together, gossiped together, and Karen made feeble attempts at matchmaking her younger sister.