Kathy Andrews: Naughty like Mom

Sandy gurgled and twisted her ass, searching with her cunt for his prick. Richard pressed his cock down, and she felt his prick sear the slit of her pussy. She arched her ass, and the head of his cock slipped into the hot wetness.

"Oooooo, so fucking good!" Sandy purred, feeling her son's cock move deeply into her pussy again. "Ahhhhh, Richard, I just love your cock! Mother's cunt loves your cock! Fuck it, baby! Ohhhh, yes… fuck mother now!"

She rocked her ass about, shoving back against him. Richard clutched his mother's hips, looking down at her wriggling ass. He could see his cock, just barely, with the hairy lips of his mother's cunt clutching. Her asshole puckered in and out as he began to fuck her.

"Do you like it, Richard?" she groaned. "Do you like how it feels? Is mother's cunt nice and tight and wet for your hard cock? Do you really like to fuck me?"

"It's fantastic, Mom!" he grunted, fucking into her pussy hard, his lower stomach smacking at her smooth ass. "I could fuck you all night!"

"Ohhhh, I wish!" she gurgled, wiggling.

She ran a hand between her thighs, grabbing his swinging balls. She twisted them, pressing them against her body as his cock went deep. She held her hand so his balls could rub along her palm. Her tits smashed at the back of the couch as she tried to shove her ass back more. Her cunt clawed at her son's cock, the hairy pussy lips gripping and opening. She gurgled as sensation after sensation spread through her body. If only she didn't have the wrapper still on, she thought, her son could see her totally naked. She managed to squirm her arms from it, and tossed it onto the couch.

"I'm naked!" she squealed. "I'm all naked for you, Richard!"

He grunted and leaned over, sliding his hands beneath her body, grabbing his mother's tits. He dug into the firm, yet spongy masses, feeling her nipples burn into the palms of his hands. His hips banged swiftly against her ass. Sandy loved the power of his fucking, loved the way each lunge caused her breath to hiss out of her lungs.

"Talk to me, Richard!" she begged, swinging her ass to and fro. "Talk to me, please!"

"How, Mom?" he gasped.

"Dirty!" she shouted. "Talk to me real dirty!"

"But I don't know what to say," he gasped, lunging his cock back and forth.

"Anything! Ohhhhh, anything you want to say!"

"Fuck," he said, his breath burning at her back. "Fuck and cock and cunt and… your pussy is so fucking hot!"

"Yes, that's it!"

"I'm gonna fuck your cunt, Mom! I'm gonna fuck my cock in your cunt and I'm gonna come in your pussy, and then I'm going to fuck it again! Your cunt is wet and hairy and tight!"

"Yes, it is!"

"I'm gonna come in your fucking hot cunt, Mom!"

"Fuck me!" she screeched as she slammed her ass back at him. "Fuck mother's hot cunt with your beautiful hard cock! Ooooo, such a sweet, young cock! Fuck mother's cunt with your hard cock and make my cunt come!"

Richard's excitement increased with the words his mother said, with the words he said. Her hand was still clinging to his balls, squeezing them. He felt no pain, just more pleasure. The wet sounds her cunt made sent his excitement higher yet.

"Oooooo, so fucking good!" Sandy hissed. "Ram it to me, Richard! Oh, God, what a fuck!"

Her cunt seemed to tighten up on his cock, and he dug his fingers into her tits almost brutally. The harder he squeezed her tits, the more his mother seemed to enjoy it. Her ass swung about, but always with humping motions as he fucked her. Sometimes his cock almost left her burning pussy, their fuck was so furious.

"I'm coming, baby!" she shrieked. "I'm coming so soon! More, Richard! Ohhhh, give me more and more!"

As her cunt contracted, Sandy slammed her ass back against him, trying hard to get his cock deep, wanting to feel his prick in her stomach. She lifted her head, twisting from side to side in frenzy, her dark hair flying in wildness.

For the first time in her life, Sandy was experiencing a series of burning, crazy orgasms. They came one after the other. The lips of her cunt squeezed hard around her son's cock. She had never felt anything like this and thought she would go out of her mind with the intensity of her ecstasy.

"Oh, God, hurry!" she urged her son. "Hurry and come before I go insane!"

"I am, Mom!" he shouted.

He plunged his cock deep and hard. Sandy squeezed his balls. The come juice erupted from his cock, searing far up her cunt. She felt his balls pulsating as he gushed into her, and her cunt exploded with a final overwhelming orgasm that almost shattered her body to pieces.

Richard slumped over his mother's body, gasping, struggling to breathe.

Sandy rested her head on the back of the couch, panting. Her body still burned with that delicious feeling and her cunt seemed to retain its grip on his slowly softening cock.

After awhile, she murmured. "Take it out now, darling. Let's go to bed now… together."

It was almost noon, and Sandy stood on the highest part of the ladder. She was scraping at paint on the garage, getting the building ready for fresh painting.

She wore a dress, deliberately, because her son stood at the base of the ladder, looking up. She wished she had not worn panties because Richard loved to see her cunt, her rounded ass. But she knew that he also liked seeing her in panties. They had gone to bed the night before and spent half of it fucking once again.

It had been decided between them that since neither felt shame, that they had found each other erotic, there would be many ways in which they could excite each other.

It was one of the reasons Sandy was on the ladder now instead of her son. She stood with her feet about half a foot apart, letting him just see the lacy crotch of her panties. Her cunt pulsated, and her mind certainly wasn't on scraping paint. She looked down at her son, grinning, noticing his cock pressing at his jeans.

"You like the view, huh?" she asked.

"It's beautiful, Mom."

"If that bulge in your pants is any indication," she replied, "you can always look under my dress."

She arched her ass back a bit, giving her son a nice look.

"You're getting my panties wet," she giggled. "Can you see?"

He nodded, his eyes bright. "Just getting back at you for making my cock hard," he said.

"Why don't you climb up here and do something about it?"

"We'd break our ass, that's why," he laughed, stroking her lower leg. "Why don't you come down here and do something, Mom?"

"Mmmmmm, that's a thought," she said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Fucking you!" he giggled.

Sandy had started to come down the ladder when Julie rounded the corner.

"Oh, shit," Sandy whispered.

Julie, with her beautiful blonde pony tails, her huge blue eyes, and sweet face, was dressed in a lovely little dress. She greeted Sandy, then said to Richard, "Wanna ride bikes?"

"Well, I was gonna help Mom," he said, looking up at his mother, trying to conceal his hard-on from Julie.

Sandy had closed her legs, looking down at Julie. She saw a sparkle in those blue eyes she had sat seen, nor noticed before. But alter what Richard had said about the girl, Sandy realized those eyes indicated afire of erotic lust.

"Go on, honey," she said. "I can manage alone."

Richard looked up with a protest on his lips, but his mother winked at him. Sandy shoved her ass back from the ladder, giving her son one final peek at her lacy panties. He grinned at her, then walked into the garage to get his bike. She remained on the ladder and watched him wheel it beside Julie, then follow her back to her house to get her bike.

She began to scrape at the old paint again, her mind going over the things Richard had said about the girl. Perhaps, she thought with a smile, he would fuck Julie today. She wanted to hear all the juicy details if he did, and she was sure they would fuck.