Kathy Andrews: Horny balling mother

"That's better than just watching, Mom," he said.

"I know," Joan grinned back at him. Then she tossed her cunt-wet panties at him. They landed on his face, and Ted giggled as he drew them down to his neck. "Now, here's something you can dream on, darling." She turned her back to him, and gave her skirt a saucy flip, showing her naked ass to her son briefly. "Nice, huh?" she teased.

"I didn't see much, Mom," he said.

"Well, take a good look, baby," she replied in a throaty voice, lifting her skirt again and holding it up this time. She patted her naked ass as she arched it saucily at him. "Isn't it a nice ass?"

Three days had gone by, and twice a day Joan had jerked her son off, usually with his balls in her mouth. Ted, of course, was having the time of his life.

He still sat near the pool when Fawn was there, and Joan had not told him what she had seen. She enjoyed watching her son and the pretty girl without them knowing it. At night, she and her son would peek into Fawn's room and watch the pretty girl caress herself, finger-fuck to orgasm, then lick her finger. The couple across the way apparently didn't fuck every night, but Joan and Ted saw the janitor jacking off on the polished desk.

After watching with the telescopes, Joan would always leave her son with her cunt-wet panties on his face, flip her skirt upwards and wiggle her naked ass saucily, sometimes pat it in a teasing way.

As yet she had showed him nothing but her ass, but the desire to allow him to look at her body was becoming stronger. She wondered if he would be pleased with her, if he would find her titties as pretty as Fawn's, her cunt as exciting. Not that she was jealous, just that she wanted to excite her son as much as the lovely little creature did.

During the passing few days, Joan found herself drawn to Fawn almost as strongly as her son seemed to be. The girl was certainly a beautiful one, and her legs were very exciting to look at. When Fawn climbed from the air float, the bottom of her bikini was always pulled into the crack of her ass, the creamy whiteness flashing. Joan understood Fawn considered her ass to be quite lovely, and in truth it was. It was a caressable ass, tight, and very shapely. Joan wondered what it would be like to feel Fawn's ass, to play with her tits and maybe, just maybe, fondle her hot, sugary cunt.

Such thoughts excited Joan tremendously, and she knew her son was desperate to caress the older girl, too. It was in his eyes every time he looked at her, in the way his cock became so hard as he watched her, especially through the telescope at night.

A few days later, shortly after noon, Joan met Fawn at the entrance of the apartment building. She had just come home from the nearby shopping center as Fawn strolled up from the opposite direction. Fawn was dressed in a short tennis skirt with a matching blouse. Her golden thighs flashed prettily in the sun, drawing Joan's eyes.

"Hello," Joan said, smiling friendly.

"Why, Joan!" Fawn said, as if she had not seen the woman in years. "Here, let me help you with those bags."

Joan gave one of her bags up and followed the girl up the stairs toward her apartment. The gentle sway of Fawn's tight, shapely ass cheeks drew her eyes, along with those creamy thighs. Halfway up the stairs, Joan could see Fawn's panties under the tennis skirt. Already those panties had crept into the crack of Fawn's ass, and the half moons of her white ass cheeks beckoned erotically to Joan's eyes. Feeling childish, Joan stooped lower to peer under the short skirt, feeling her tits swell and a hot throb start between her legs as she looked at that sweet, sweet ass.

Inside the apartment, Joan tried to keep Fawn there for a while. "Have you been playing tennis?" she asked.

"Oh, no," Fawn replied. "I don't play tennis. I just think the skirts are pretty, so I wear them every chance I get."

"Coffee?" Joan asked, hoping.

"That would be nice," Fawn smiled at the older woman.

Fawn leaned against the sink in the kitchen, crossing her feet. There was something appealing about this casual position that caused Joan to shiver with desire as she turned the automatic coffee maker on.

"Ted isn't home?" Fawn asked.

"I hardly ever know where he is," Joan said. "He's getting to be such a big boy, he thinks he doesn't have to tell his mother where he's going."

"I think Ted is sweet," Fawn murmured. "He's a very handsome boy."

"Yes, he is," Joan answered, looking at the thrust of Fawn's pretty tits, her eyes becoming hot.

Fawn continued to lean on the sink, her eyes studying Joan's face, reading her expression and understanding what was going on inside the older woman's mind. She slowly uncrossed her feet and stood upright, her shoulders thrown back to make her tits strain forward.

"You don't wear a bra," Joan said, not asking. She could see the twin nipples pressing against the blouse, and her eyes burned upon them.

"I don't like them," Fawn said, and Joan realized the girl's voice and dropped and become throaty.

When Joan lifted her eyes, she found Fawn gazing at her intently. Joan trembled as her cunt twitched. Fawn lifted her arms to Joan, a small smile on her moist, full mouth. For just a second Joan resisted, then she moved closer to Fawn and her arms went about the girl. They hugged each other tightly for a long, breathless moment, feeling their tits smashing together. Then, without Joan knowing when it happened, her lips were on those of Fawn, kissing hotly. She felt Fawn's lips open underneath hers, and the tip of the girl's moist tongue began playing with her tongue.

They kissed hotly, lips writhing, arms wrapped tightly around each other. Joan felt Fawn's tits moving against hers, felt those nipples hard and firm. Fawn began to suck on Joan's tongue, pulling it deeply into her hot, wet mouth with a soft moan. Joan responded with an erotic gurgle of pleasure, her hands moving down Fawn's back. She cupped the sweet tightness of Fawn's ass and whimpered with pleasure when Fawn pressed her lower stomach hard against her. Somehow Fawn had worked her thigh between Joan's legs, and Joan felt the heat of Fawn's crotch. Fawn grabbed Joan's ass in her hands, and while they squeezed each other's ass cheeks, they moaned and sobbed as ecstasy swelled within their bodies.

Fawn lifted Joan's skirt and the contact of the girl's hot, smooth thighs straddling her naked leg sent a hot ripple through Joan. She felt the moist heat coming through Fawn's panties and searing her thigh. Joan pressed her leg hard into Fawn's cunt as the girl rubbed her cunt there. Joan squeezed the tight cheeks of the girl's squirming ass, feeling Fawn dig her fingers into her ass. The women looked at each other, gazing into hot eyes as Fawn rubbed her pantied cunt against Joan's thigh. Fawn's eyes glazed over and a soft sigh came from her mouth. Joan felt the hot throbbing on her leg and knew the girl had come.

Their lips met softly, briefly, in a short kiss. Joan took Fawn's hand and led her to the bedroom. With a teasing smile, Fawn opened her blouse and shrugged it from her shoulders. Joan mewled as she gazed upon the shapely beauty of Fawn's flawless titties. The nipples stood up, pink and swollen, and the white band of her tits contrasted with the golden color of her flesh. Fawn cupped her tits and, lowering her eyes in pretended shyness, offered them to Joan.

"So lovely," Joan whispered, taking both titties in her palms and caressing them gently, her fingers squeezing just hard enough to bring gurgles of delight from Fawn.

"Kiss them, Joan," Fawn pleaded with a husky voice. "Kiss my tits… suck on my tits."

The women were about the same height, and Joan lowered her face, wrapping her eager lips about one nipple, drawing it deeply into her hungry mouth, sucking hard, her tongue swirling and licking. She felt Fawn's hands cupping her tits through her light-weight summer sweater, caressing and fondling them. She sucked in a wet, greedy way on the succulent nipples, her hand on the other, scooting her right hand around to knead and fondle Fawn's lovely ass. She shoved her hand under the short skirt and felt the heat of her flesh. She ran her finger about the nylon panties, then pressed her fingers under it to feel the naked smoothness of Fawn's ass. She sucked hungrily, moaning softly, going from tit to tit, and Fawn finally had her sweater up, unhooked her bra, and was playing with Joan's naked tits, sobbing in pleasure.