Kathy Andrews - Loving mom_s lips

gushing cock, squealing in ecstasy.

Brett was in no hurry to pull his cock out of his mother's gripping asshole. Neither was she. He had told her before that he liked the feeling of his cock being held this way, and when her orgasm finally stopped, she began opening and closing her asshole about his prick, knowing the pleasure it gave him.

As her muscles weakened, she scooted forward on her stomach, the swell of her ass trembling. She continued to moan with lingering ecstasy, feeling the hands of her son and Sally rubbing about her flesh, squeezing her ass cheeks and caressing her trembling thighs.

"That was something!" Sally said when Karen was strong enough to sit up. "That was really something to see."

"You're gonna be next," Brett said, stroking one of his mother's tits.

"He's right." Karen grinned. "You don't think I'm going to put on shows all the time, do you? I sort of like to watch a fuck myself."

Sally laughed.

"You know I'm gonna be next," she agreed.

Karen stood next to the bath tub, dripping water from her shower.

Brett was there, standing over the toilet, and her eyes became glazed as she watched him pissing, heard the tinkle of piss striking the water in the bowl. Something about this excited Karen She shivered as she watched her son piss, seeing the stream flow. There was an unexpected tingle between her thighs, and Karen thought she was about to come.

She couldn't shift her eyes from his cock. There was something about watching him piss that sent rippling shivers of heat up and down her spine. She was hardly breathing, almost frozen by this absolutely unexpected pleasure. How could watching him piss excite her? That was unusual, maybe even a bit perverted, but Karen knew she was excited, and that was all there was to it.

As Brett finished, Karen could not resist reaching for his cock. She ran a fingertip over his piss hole, wiping away a drop still there. Then, she surprised herself and her son by bringing her finger to her lips and licking at it.

Realizing what she had done, Karen laughed nervously and quickly dried herself. With the towel wrapped about her hips, she swung her ass from the bathroom and went to her room to dress.

She hardly knew what she was doing. The image of her son pissing and what she had done with her finger burned inside her already erotic mind. She dropped the towel on the floor and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was sure that beast inside her lower stomach was roaring at her again, pacing and demanding. It had been still, silent for some time now, ever since she had started fucking her son. Now, it was there again, demanding

more and more erotic games.

She didn't try to fight that beast this time. She was giving it without a whimper. She had to give in. There would be no rest for her if she didn't. And Karen didn't want to suffer anymore, never again.

She ran her hand through the thick bush of her cunt, then pulled the strands apart to look at the pink lips of her pussy. There was the best, she knew. Her cunt was the beast that demanded total satisfaction. She was, she knew, becoming a slave to her own cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it.

There was nothing she wanted to do about it.

She turned away from the mirror, and, naked, left her room. She peered into the bathroom as she passed, but her son, of course, was not there. She found him in the living room, sitting naked on the couch, one foot on the cushions and one on the floor. His cock and balls seemed to draw her as usual. She went to her son and dropped to her knees at his side, taking his cock in her hand and pulling. She leaned over and kissed the head of his cock, running the tip of her tongue along his piss hole. She pumped at his cock for a bit, looking up into his face, her eyes shining with brightness, fueled by the burning heat of her

cunt. She was almost afraid to ask him.

"Darling," she said in a soft voice, "is Sally coming here today?"

"I don't know, Mother," he said. "She didn't say anything to me."

Karen squeezed, his cock. "Does she still want you to fuck her in the ass?"

Brett nodded.

"I hope she don't come over," Karen said, running her tongue about his balls. "At least not for a little while."

"Why, Mother? I thought you liked it when she was with us." "I do, baby," Karen murmured, her face between his thighs, kissing his balls. "But there's something I'd like to try, and I want it to be only between you and I."

"Just say what it is," her son said, running his hand through her hair. "You know me by now-always ready to try something."

"You won't think I'm bad?" she asked.

"Bad? How bad?"

"You know, dirty?"

He leered down at her. "The dirtier the better, Mother. You know that."

She gazed up at him, taking his balls into her mouth for a moment. She sucked them, then let his balls loose.

"You know when you were pissing?" she

said. "Did you see what I done?"

He nodded. "Sure, you put your finger on my cock and then licked it."

She grinned, her eyes flashing wickedly. "I get it," Brett laughed. "You want me to piss on you, right?"

Karen nodded her head eagerly.

"Well, why didn't you say so, Mother?"

"You will?"

"You know that," Brett said. "Just ask me, that's all."

"Mmmmm, will you piss on me, baby?" Karen asked, her voice shaking with eagerness, "Will you piss on mother?"

"You'd like it?"

"I don't know," she said truthfully. "I just know I want to find out."

She took his cock into her mouth and sucked, fondling his precious balls, her eyes gazing in liquid heat into his face. She ran her tongue about his swollen cockhead, probing at his piss hole.

"You keep sucking and I won't be able to piss. I'll come off in your mouth instead."

Karen sucked from his cock. "Later!" she said. "You can come in my mouth all you want later. I want you to piss on me… come on!"

She pulled her son into the bathroom, where

she climbed into the tub.

"I don't want to get the floor all wet," she explained.

She sat in the tub, looking up at her son as he arched his prick over the edge. She held his balls, waiting for the piss to flow over her body. Then, before he started to piss, she suddenly turned until she was on her hands and knees. She shoved her head low and lifted her ass high.

"Piss on me there!" she urged, shaking her naked, uplifted ass. "Piss on my fucking ass, my asshole, my cunt!"

Brett looked at his mother's creamy, succulent ass cheeks as she waved her ass about. With her head on the bottom of the tub, Karen pulled at her ass cheeks with both hands, stretching her ass for him, making her asshole a good target. Her cunt pooched from her thighs.

Holding his cock, Brett arched over the tub and began to piss. Karen let out a screech as the warm piss flooded down upon her ass, then ran between the cheeks and over her asshole, dripping from her cunt. She moaned with the strangeness of it, her cunt threatening to erupt into an explosive orgasm immediately.

"Oooo, piss all over me, baby!" she groaned, waving her ass erotically for him.

Brett, watching his piss soak his mother's creamy ass, her asshole and the lips of her wet cunt, became as excited as she was. He aimed his cock so the stream went up the base of her spine, then brought it back to her asshole, making her mother gurgle with perverse pleasure. Even as he pissed, his cock started to become hard, and he drew a wet pattern up and down her back, from her shoulder blades to her asshole.

Then, quickly, Karen twisted in the tub until she was facing her son, his piss splashing upon her swelling tits and inflamed nipples. Before Brett knew what she was doing, and even without giving thought to it herself, Karen suddenly shoved her face into the stream, mewling as the warmth of his piss splashed upon her lips. Then, with a soft wail, Karen opened her lips and, while her son pissed into her mouth, she closed them about the head of his cock. She began to swallow hurriedly because he filled her mouth. Her eyes were closed as Brett pissed into her mouth this way, and her cunt suddenly exploded, making Karen shake violently in the tub. She held her son's hips, with just the head of his cock between her lips, her tongue licking about as she drank from his cock.