Kathy Andrews: Naughty like Mom

Sandy lifted her head to the arm of the couch, looking down her body at her son, a smile spread over her face. His cock glistened in wetness, and his balls didn't look so full now. A delicious glow seemed to warm her body, and she giggled, hugging herself.

Richard smiled shyly at her.

The surprising thing to Sandy was that neither of them seemed embarrassed or ashamed of what they had done.

After all the peeking the past two months, it was bound to end up this way, she thought, and she wasn't the least bit sorry. Neither was her son, according to his expression. She hugged herself again, giggled softly, and opened and closed her thighs slowly, totally unashamed.

"Was it good, honey?" she asked.

"Sure beats jacking off, Mom," he replied, grinning from ear to ear, watching her cunt as she opened and closed her legs.

"I know." She giggled again, bringing her feet to the couch, knees bent, still opening and closing them. "Do you like looking at me this way?"

Richard nodded his head enthusiastically.

"You know, don't you, darling," she said slowly and carefully, "that this is supposed to be wrong?"

"I don't care, Mom," he said, still grinning. "Who said so, anyway?"

"I agree, darling," Sandy replied, cupping her tits with both hands, squeezing them as she opened and closed her legs. "And why don't you just say it the way you did before?"

"Before?"

"When you started to come."

"What did I say?" he asked.

"Shit," Sandy giggled. "Just say you don't give a shit."

"Well, I don't give a shit," he laughed.

She sat up, moving a hand up his thigh. Richard looked down as his mother fondled his cock. She closed her fingers about the slippery wetness and pulled, then slipped her hand down and cradled his balls.

"It's beautiful, Richard," she murmured, squeezing his balls gently. "It's a beautiful cock and your balls are so precious."

Richard blushed at what his mother said.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked when his face turned pink.

"I've never heard you say those things before, Mom," he answered.

"Well, you will from now on." She laughed in a throaty way. "I've just found out something about myself, and you, too. I'm not going to be so quiet about it from now on. I'm going to say what I want, do what I want, all with you."

She pressed her mouth against his, kissing him wetly, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Richard tasted his mother's tongue, felt her hand feeling his cock and balls. He began to get hard again.

He started to suck at his mother's tongue.

"Mmmmm, where did you learn that?" she asked, puffing her tongue out and looking into his eyes.

"From Julie," he grinned.

"Julie? You mean Tommy's sister?"

He nodded.

"But, Julie is hardly old enough to know things like that, Richard."

"You'd be surprised at what Julie knows, Mom," he said.

"Tell me," Sandy said.

"Well, there's not much to tell," he said. "She always gets me and Tommy someplace, like the garage, and kisses us and takes her panties down and lets us see her, you know."

"See what?" Sandy wanted to know, though knowing already. The flutter of her heart sent a steamy sort of sensation through her body. She had never suspected such a thing with Julie. Not sweet, innocent little Julie, of all girls.

"You know what she shows us, Mom," Richard said. "We're not supposed to tell on her."

"Her pussy?" Sandy whispered.

"Well, yes," her son replied.

Sandy felt a thrill bubble through her body, and she squeezed her son's cock. His prick was swollen again, long and hard. She pulled, then pressed her fist at the base, watching the prick head bulge, the piss hole flare.

"I won't tell a soul," she promised. "Do you fuck her, you and her brother both?"

"Naw," Richard said.

"But you could?"

"She asks us all the time."

"Then why don't you, honey?"

"I don't know, Mom," he answered. "I guess I was afraid to. I don't know why Tommy didn't."

"Would you be afraid to fuck her now?"

"No," he grinned. "I want to now."

Sandy jerked gently on her son's cock, trying to visualize her son, with Tommy, in the garage with Julie. She tried to imagine what Julie's cunt would look like, knowing the girl had hardly any titties to speak of. She probably didn't have a single hair on her little cunt, either. But kids surprised a person sometimes.

She had not thought her son would have hair on his cock, but he had nice bits of fuzz at the base.

"Next time, fuck her," Sandy said, once more playing with her son's balls.

"You wouldn't be mad, Mom?"

"Never," she gurgled softly. "I'd love to know you had this beautiful cock in her little twat, Richard."

Her son's cock was throbbing and dripping again and her fist tightened.

"Twat," Richard laughed.

"Like twat as in cunt," Sandy giggled.

"Pussy as in twat."

"Cunt as in snatch."

They laughed, using the words they would never have said in front of each other only an hour ago.

"Dick," Sandy said. "That's your name. I think it's very appropriate that you're named Richard. I can call you Dick and no one would ever know what I mean."

"Dick as in cock, Mom?"

"Dick as in cock and prick and prong and… oh, there must be a zillion names for a cock and cunt."

"Like titties and boobs."

"Like ass and buns."

"Like fuck and screw." Richard laughed with his mother.

"Ohhhh, absolutely," she giggled.

Her fist squeezed his cock hard, watching his prick head head with clear fuck juices. Her hand was slippery with the juices from her cunt and his come juice, sliding up and down his hard cock easily.

Richard shoved his hand between his mother's thighs, feeling her hairy cunt. He worked a finger in, causing his mother to sigh happily.

"Would you like another piece?" she asked, her voice going husky.

"Piece of what?" Richard asked.

"Don't you know anything, darling." She smiled at him. "A piece of ass, that's what. For instance, would you like to have another piece of your mother's ass?"

"Why do you call it ass, Mom?" he asked. "It's your cunt that I fucked, not your ass."

"I've often wondered why they say that, too, but they do. Anyway, would you like to fuck me again… right now?"

"I can?"

"Ooooo, sweetheart!" she cooed, grabbing him around his shoulders and pulling him tightly against her naked tits, kissing his cheeks, the tip of her tongue licking lightly at his face. "You can fuck me anytime now! Anytime you want me, my cunt is ready for you!"

"I'm ready!" he said.

"Ooooo, and so am I!" she squealed. "Your cock is hard and my cunt is wet!"

She pulled back, turning and drawing her knees upon the couch, facing the back, her ass hanging over, arching back.

"This way," she said. "Fuck me from behind."

She wiggled her ass for him.

Richard stood behind his mother, gazing at her rounded ass. Hers was the most beautiful ass ever, he thought. Her ass cheeks were round and smooth, parted in the middle. His cock jerked up and down as he looked. Sandy lifted to her knees, putting her hands on the cheeks of her ass. She arched up, pulling the ass cheeks apart. Richard leaned down, seeing his mother's cunt pooching back at him, looking at the tight pink pucker of her asshole just above.

Sandy felt so lewd, so very lewd and delighted with what she was doing. Her excitement rose as her son locked at her cunt, at her ass. She rolled her ass for his pleasure, and felt her pussy quiver.

"Oh, baby, shove it to me!" Sandy squealed. "Give me your cock! Oooo, mother's cunt is so hot and hungry, so fucking wet… it wants your sweet cock, darling! Fuck me, Richard! Oh, God, fuck that cunt now!"

Richard rubbed the head of his cock along the creamy surface of his mother's ass cheek.