Kathy Andrews - Two naughty mothers

Susan's mind was whirling with erotic thrills. She closed her eyes tightly, gasping for air. Her ass moved in a frenzy as he stabbed hard into her accepting cunt. Being fucked had never felt so good to her before, never that she could remember.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she mewled, not knowing what she was saying, guided only by her intense pleasure. "Fuck my hot cunt, baby! Give Mother that hard, lovely, throbbing cock! Oooo, fuck my cunt… fuck my pussy… my twat… my snatch! Oh, fuck! Oh, darling, that's such a beautiful prick! I love it, love it! So big, so hard, and so fucking beautiful! I love your cock up my hot, hairy cunt, baby!"

Robert listened to his mother, watching with blurred vision the way her hairy cunt banged up and down on his thrusting prick. Her words excited him beyond control, and he was fucking her in convulsive movements now. He gripped her round smooth hips with his fingers, plunging his cock deep and hard between her puffy, hot, wet cuntlips.

"Fuck…" he mumbled in a tight, hoarse voice. "Fuck me, Mom! Fuck me with your hairy cunt! Fuck me with your hot pussy! Ohh, golly, golly! Oh, Mom, I love you! I love you and I love your cunt and I love your tits and I love your ass!"

"Fuck me, baby! Oh, fuck the piss out of my pussy!"

Both were beyond thinking now. The intensity of their ecstasy sent them soaring in mindless sensation. Their breathing filled the bedroom, loud and labored.

"I love your ass… pussy… tits."

"I love your cock," Susan responded. "I love your sweet cock and your balls and your ass! Ohhh, baby, I love that big hard-on, love it up my twat! I want it in my hot cunt all the time. Oh, you sweet, sweet motherfucker! Fuck Mother with your sweet, motherfucking cock!"

"Tits, cunt, pussy, ass!" Robert chanted, gasping hard as he fucked his mother. "Snatch, twat, asshole, pussy, cock."

"Yes, baby!" Susan gurgled hotly. "Tits, cunt, asshole, pussy, balls, cock! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck that hot cunt, baby! Fuck Mother's hot, wet, hairy pussy!"

"Mom! Oh, Mom!" Robert yelled, slamming his cock into her gripping cunt brutally. He held his prick deep inside his mother's cunt, his body stiff. "I'm gonna come, Mom! I'm gonna come!"

"Oooo, yes!" Susan squealed loudly, writhing her crotch against him. "I am too! You're making me come with that big hard cock! Come in me, baby! Come in Mother's hairy pussy! Oooo, I want you to come in my cunt!"

She felt her son's prick spurt, and she was sure she could feel the cum splashing against the walls of her clinging pussy. When her orgasm struck, it was with the force of a tornado. Her body shuddered violently as her pussy began to spasm around his spewing cock. She wailed in a long drawn-out cry, her head twisting from side to side as she clenched her teeth. She ground her cunt against him, his balls pressed to the curves of her shivering ass.

Robert fell across his mother, unable to hold himself upright any longer. His cock remained captured in her tight pussy, still squirting. They writhed together, Susan hugging him tightly against her smashed tits. They yelled and groaned and gasped, and then it was over.

Neither could move. Their orgasms had been extremely powerful, and their muscles were like so much Jell-O. They could only lie there, Robert on top of his mother, basking in the glow of the wild fuck. Her legs hung loosely now, but she held him tightly in her arms.

They remained that way for a long time, and when Robert finally rolled from her, Susan had tears in her eyes. But they were not tears of regret.

She turned to her son, kissing him on his cheek in a tender, loving gesture. "I love you, Robert," she murmured softly. "I love you more than ever now. I've always loved you, of course, but more now."

"I love you, too, Mom," he said, idly fondling her naked tit. "You wanna know something? I've wanted to fuck you ever since I was a little kid."

Susan looked at him, then burst out laughing. "Why, you horny little shit! Why didn't you say something about it?"

"Because I was afraid you'd spank me."

Susan hugged him, kissing him wetly. "Oh, you poor, poor baby! I love you so much!"

"I used to jack off," he said, "thinking about you, Mom. I used to jack off in bed and think about fucking you. I saw you naked once," he confessed.

Susan sat up. "You did? When?"

"Oh, about a year ago," he told her. "I came in your room to ask something, but you were in the shower. I saw you when you stepped out. I sure got a hard-on, let me tell you!" Susan giggled girlishly. "Shame on you, spying on your mother that way. Did you like me then?"

"I wanted to fuck you then, Mom," he laughed. "I wanted to come to you and feel your pussy and tits and then fuck you."

"But you jacked off instead, right?"

"I sure did!" he laughed. "I came three times that night, just seeing you all naked that way."

Susan snuggled up to her son, one warm thigh thrown across his cock and balls. She held him in her arms and then they went into an exhausted sleep.

The next day Susan was bubbling and happy. She'd never felt so good before. She was up before her son, and she had stood next to the bed, looking down at him, her eyes bright with love. He slept peacefully, the sheets thrown from his naked body. She stared at his cock and balls, thinking of the pleasure he had given her the night before.

He was so young, she thought, looking at him. But that was not a young cock on him. She couldn't understand how a boy his age could have such a big, beautiful prick.

She hummed and sang as she showered. She hesitated about what to wear, then decided it should be something sexy, something that Robert would love to see her in. She sorted through her things, finally settling upon a short tennis dress she had not worn in a few years. She had given up tennis after her divorce, and the dress had hung in her closet ever since. The skirt was pleated, and the hem hung just past her hips. It was designed to wear with a pair of ruffled panties, but Susan ignored them. Instead she pulled on the sheerest pair of bikini panties she had. They were very tight, and her blonde cunt hair could be easily seen through them, as well as the deep, inviting crack of her ass. That would certainly keep Robert turned on, she thought with a soft giggle.

After dressing, she looked at herself in the mirror. It was perfect, she felt. Her long, creamy thighs were fully exposed, and her tits strained at the thin blouse, her nipples outlined succulently.

Then she prepared breakfast for her son, and woke him up when it was ready.

"You've got to shower before eating," she told him. "And I hope you aren't going to run off and leave me all alone in this house today, darling."

Robert looked at her as he got off the bed. "I'm not going anywhere, Mom."

She giggled and kissed him, then swatted his naked ass. "Use my shower, and hurry before your breakfast is too cold to eat."

"Bossy woman," he grumbled good-naturedly as he headed into her shower.

"Horny kid," she retaliated, laughing.

Robert helped her in the kitchen after breakfast, and then, while she went about straightening up the house, he followed her, his eyes watching every move she made. He could see her long, slim thighs and the sheer panties as she moved and stooped, bent and squatted. His cock became hard as he watched her, and it was not missed by Susan.

"Do you keep a hard-on, darling!" she teased him. "I swear that cock of yours stays hard!"

"That's because of you, Mom," he laughed. "I like looking at you, especially when all those goodies can be seen."

"Goodies, are they!" she replied. "So my tits and my ass and cunt are nothing but goodies to you? That's all I am to you, baby, just a piece of ass when that cock gets all hard and ready?"