Kathy Andrews - Two naughty mothers

But Robert didn't turn his head.

Susan sighed, loudly, and peeked from lowered lashes at him. Still he seemed absorbed in the program. She thought of ways to get him to look at her, some innocent way, but none of them appealed to her. They were so shallow, and he would certainly see through them. She could not bring herself to try what Karen had with her son. Karen had simply taken Tom's cock and played with it. Susan was far too shy to try anything so bold.

She squirmed on the couch, her dress coming higher and higher until the entire lower part of her bikini panties was revealed. If only Robert looked at her now, he could not miss what she was doing.

And then Robert looked.

He had started to say something to his mother, and when his head turned, his eyes fell immediately on her exposed crotch, and he swallowed what he was going to say. His eyes became huge as he stared. What he saw was his mother's long, creamy thighs, and he could see the way her tight panties hugged the cheeks of her ass, and the bulge of her pussy, strands of blonde cunt hair curling from the crotch band. His mouth hung open with surprise, but his eyes gleamed with deep interest.

Susan kept her eyes glued to the television, pretending she was unaware of how revealed she was. She heard Robert make a soft growl, and with a blush, shoved her feet down and smoothed her skirt over her thighs. She could not look at her on. She felt ashamed of what she had one. But from the corner of her lowered eyes, she saw that he was sitting up now, gazing at her.

Susan became uncomfortable under his eyes, and wished she had not started this crazy game now. But it was too late, she had already shown enough to get him interested. She tried to see if his cock was hard, if there was a bulge in his pants, but she couldn't tell without looking directly at him. And she couldn't make herself do that.

After a bit Robert turned back to the television. Now Susan looked at her son. His ass was nice-looking inside the tight pants, she decided. Then she saw him move. Robert was pressing his cock against the carpet, twisting slightly. Susan was familiar with that. She had done the same thing as a young girl, pressing her pussy against the floor and making herself come. There was no doubt in her mind that Robert had a hard-on now.

She sat up on the couch, swinging her legs off and placing her feet on the floor. She slumped until her ass was almost off the cushions, then she slowly parted her knees. She was not really thinking of what she was doing, only that she was excited by seeing her son rub his cock against the carpet, knowing it was her exposure that had started it. Her skirt stretched tight over her lap as her knees spread wide.

Robert turned his head, and again his eyes went wide. He was gazing directly up his mother's dress, past her creamy lovely thighs. He was seeing the tight band of her panties, the way the crotch bulged with her cunt. He sat up once more, and this time Susan noticed the bulge in his pants. She found it odd that her son was not embarrassed, that he was looking at her openly and without shame.

Then Robert did something that surprised her.

He unabashedly began to rub the front of his pants.

Susan's eyes widened as she saw where his hand was, and she gulped loudly. Her body trembled as she watched him fondling his cock, and her pussy began to twitch with growing desire. Susan was not aware that she was cupping and squeezing her tits now, and that Robert was watching with burning eyes.

"Mom," she heard him whisper in a thick, strange voice.

"Yes, darling?" she replied.

"Oh, Mom!"

Susan didn't reply. She understood what her son was feeling. Without saying anything else, Robert unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Susan stared at her son's prick, surprised to find his cock was unusually thick and quite long for his age. It was even larger than Tom's cock, she saw. The head was swollen, and he was dripping from the piss hole. Seeing her son's cock caused Susan's cunt to burn with desire. She dug her fingers into her round, firm tits, the nipples pressing against her palms.

Robert did not take his cock in his hand. He simply sat there, with it out of his pants, staring with excitement under her dress, looking at her panties, the hair sticking out the sides.

"Come here, darling," Susan heard herself whispering, patting the side of the couch next to her. "Sit beside me."

Robert got to his feet, his cock standing out in beautiful hardness. He sat down next to his mother, and he watched her fondle her tits, Susan dropped her hand to his cock, and then she closed her fingers around it.

"Ohhhh, so hard!" she murmured, her eyes glazed with desire. "You're so hard, darling! Ohhhh, it feels good in my hand!"

She began to stroke her fist up and down his cock as he sat still. She no longer thought of what she was doing, letting her boiling passions guide her.

She pumped on her son's prick, running a thumb over the smooth, dripping head. "You've got to lower your pants, Robert," she whispered in a voice she didn't recognize. "You've got to take your pants down for me! I want to see you, all of you!"

Robert shoved his pants down eagerly, and then kicked them from his feet. He sat in his shirt, naked from the waist down. Susan gazed at him, then slipped from the couch to sit on the floor. She took his cock in one hand and his hairless balls in the other. She fondled her son's cock and balls, cooing softly. She stroked his prick and twisted on his balls gently, realizing her son had quite large balls. There was hair at the base of his cock, but not much.

"Beautiful," she murmured. "It's so beautiful, darling. And so hard! I had no idea your cock was this big, Robert. My God, you have a… you're as big as a grown man!"

Robert remained silent, watching her, letting her do what she wanted with him. He liked the way his mother handled his cock. His cock throbbed powerfully in her fist, and he dripped more and more hot juice.

Susan was trembling with excitement, too, and she pumped on his cock with one hand and kept hold of his balls with the other. A strong desire came over her, and she gave in to the impulse. She leaned forward and began to kiss his knee as she jacked his cock. Her fingers squeezed his cock hard, then relaxed as she pumped on him. Robert was shaking now, shaking with the pleasure his mother was giving him.

Susan ran her tongue up and down his naked thighs, tasting his flesh, licking almost into his crotch. But she stayed a few inches away. She ran her tongue all over his thighs, particularly the insides of them. She was not thinking of anything except the ecstasy that ran throughout her body.

Her tits were swollen almost painfully inside her dress, and her pussy was quivering and twitching, burning like never before. She felt as if she would actually come simply by jacking on her son's rock-hard cock.

Robert was making gurgling sounds as he watched his mother's fist move up and down. He was wiggling his ass about on the cushions, and now and then he moved his hips up and down with her fist.

"Ohhh, baby, baby!" Susan mewled mindlessly. "You're so hard! I love it this way! I'm going to make you come, Robert… come with my fist! I'm going to jack you off, baby! I'm going to jack you off and make you come!"

Robert grunted, arching his cock up against her pumping fist. Susan's eyes were wide, glassy with desire, riveted to his thick prick. She ran her thumb over the dripping piss hole now and then, wiping away the seeping juices. Her tongue licked about her lips with anticipation of him coming. She began to pump faster and faster, soft squeals bubbling from her throat.

Suddenly Robert gave a loud grunt, arching his cock against her hand.

He came.

"Ooooo!" Susan gurgled with delight as she watched his cum spurt into the air.