Kathy Andrews: Two-way mother

Mike was stabbing his cock almost frantically into her cunt now, smashing at her puffy, hairy cunt-lips in a frenzy. Donna knew her son would come soon, and she wanted it. She rammed her cunt hard onto his cock, her cunt-lips gripping tightly, a sob of mindless ecstasy boiling from her throat.

Her cunt contracted, and she strained, crying out, at his cock.

Mike couldn't take the wet, hot tightness, the rippling waves of the velvety walls of his mother's cunt. He cried out, too, a loud grunting sound, and pushed hard into her pussy.

Again Donna cried out, feeling the gushing wetness of his come-juice spattering into her cunt. Each powerful throb of his cock sent a spewing, creamy gush into her pussy, making her orgasms go on and on. Even when it was over, they kept straining at each other.

Donna felt his cock soften inside her cunt, and only then did her body relax. She slumped her ass to the floor, her hands sliding off his ass to lay at her shaking hips. She shuddered and pulled in air through flaring nostrils. Her legs relaxed, wide apart, and she felt her son pulling his cock from her cunt. As it left her pussy, she moaned softly.

Without looking at her, Mike stood and left, making sure his cock was concealed from her.

Donna lay on the floor, tears in her eyes. They were not tears of shame or guilt or embarrassment, they were tears of joy. Her orgasm had been very powerful, almost shattering her body. It had been so long since she had come that way, she had almost forgotten how good it could feel. She pulled the crotch of her shorts over her cunt, her hips jerking as her finger brushed her hairy cunt-lips lightly. When she managed to stand, her legs were weak. She saw the coupons scattered all over the floor, some of them torn and wrinkled.

Her face glowed, slightly flushed with pleasure. There was a smile on her lovely face, and her eyes sparkled like they had not sparkled in three years.

She was troubled in one way, though.

She didn't like Mike's slipping away that way. She knew he was at least embarrassed about what happened between them. She didn't want him to think it was his fault, take the blame for it.

She found Mike sitting on his bed, elbows on his knees and chin cupped in his hands.

"Mike," she said softly as she sat down beside him, wrapping one arm about his shoulders. "It wasn't your fault, honey. It wasn't anyone's fault. It just happened, Mike. Please, baby, don't feel bad about it."

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said, not looking at her.

"Mike, I told you I didn't want to hear you say that again," she said, trying to sound firm, but failing. She felt him shaking and pulled him against her body, hugging him, resting his head on her chest and running her hand through his hair. "You're not sorry it happened. I know. I can tell. Besides, I'm not."

She felt him take a deep breath.

"I'm not at all sorry," she whispered softly, kissing the top of his head and caressing his shoulders.

"You're not?" he asked, his voice muffled.

"No, honey."

"I didn't mean to… you know, let that happen, Mom."

She hugged him, feeling his deep breathing. She considered a few moments, then said, her voice very soft: "I'm glad it happened, Mike."

He didn't answer her.

"It was good," she went on. "It was very good and I needed it. I think you did, too."

"It was my first time, Mom," he confessed.

"I thought so," she replied, pleased by his answer.

"I'll make sure it doesn't happen ever again," Mike said.

"But, Mike," Donna answered quickly. "I might want it to happen again."

Mike lifted his head, looking at her. "You might?"

Donna nodded her head. "Listen, honey. I'm going to tell you something about me. Listen closely, because you might like what I say."

Donna told him about her and the his father, of the fiery passions they shared, of almost becoming involved with others. Mike listened closely, his interest obvious in his young, burning eyes. She told of how their father had developed this dormant passion inside her, of the crazy positions they would get into. She spoke without hesitation, without shyness, but boldly and straightforward.

"And, Mike," she concluded, "It was fun. I loved it, every minute of it. Your father used me, my body, the way he wanted, but I never once felt degraded nor humiliated. I loved it, Mike! Do you understand?"

"I think so, Mom," he said, his voice thick.

"I want it to be that way again," Donna said in a soft voice. "But your father is gone, and I don't have anyone, and don't want anyone, except my two boys."

"You mean Ted and me… doing that with you, Mom?"

"I don't know about your brother," she said. "He's kind of young, and I don't know if Ted would even be interested."

"But you want to do it with me?" he said. "Since it happened once, why not?"

"I don't know, Mom."

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked. "You don't know if you want to, or you don't know why not keep on with it?"

"Why not keep on," he grinned now.

Donna's face lit up and she hugged him tightly. She turned his face to hers, and kissed him, her lips hot and soft and writhing. She dipped the tip of her tongue against his lips, licking them, then turning him loose.

She stood up, her shoulders straight and pulled back, her tits straining at the thin T-shirt, nipples protruding. The front of her white shorts was wet with his first come.

With her eyes burning, she peeled her T-shirt from her body, tossing it to his bed. She stood with her hands on her hips, legs parted, her naked tits thrusting. Mike's eyes glowed on them, a grin on his face. Donna shrugged her shoulders, making her tits wobble from side to side. They were full and firm, but not large. She felt good to expose herself to Mike, felt very good. She stepped closer to him, and lifted his hands, curling his fingers about her tits.

"Feel them, honey," she whispered. "Feel my tits all you want."

With hungry eyes, Mike caressed his mother's tits, twisting and pulling at her nipples. Donna moaned softly in delight, watching his hands squeeze her tits. She rolled her hips as wetness seeped out of her cunt into the crotch of her shorts. She grasped her son's wrist, and slipped his hands down her sides, over her hips and thighs, then pulled them around to her ass. She pulled her son's face into her naked stomach, and Mike kissed at her belly button.

"Mmmmm, nice, baby," she murmured.

She unzipped her shorts, and lowered them teasingly, watching her son's face. Mike watched with hot eyes, his tongue licking at his lips as he swallowed, his excitement showing. She shoved her shorts down until the soft hair of her cunt showed, and paused.

"Like me?" she asked breathlessly.

"Oh, Mom! You're beautiful!"

"Not yet, darling," she said. "I'll be beautiful for you in just a minute."

She twisted her hips and pushed her shorts lower, the fan-shaped hair of her cunt-hair fully showing now. She slid her shorts to her knees, and caught them there. She ran her hand through the hair of her cunt and pulled up, the slit of her cunt showing, the tip of her clit protruding. She squeezed her fingers together, pressing the hairy lips of her cunt at her clit, then let her shorts slide to her feet. She stepped out of them, standing naked in front of her young son.

"Your turn, Mike," she said softly.

He looked up, dazed.

"Ohhhhh, baby," she purred, leaning down and kissing him. "Come on, honey, it's your turn now."

Without getting off his bed, Mike opened his pants, his fingers shaking with nervousness. His eyes gazed hotly right at his mother, seeing that triangle of soft hair, the pink slit of her cunt. Lifting his hips a little, he scooted his shorts down. Donna, her eyes steaming with passion, breathed deeply as his cock and balls were revealed.