Kathy Andrews - Loving mom_s lips

She clung to his cock with tight lips, reluctant to let him go even though he was no longer pissing. The taste of his piss inside her mouth sent explosions of the most intense ecstasy through her. She had no idea she could come with such strength and pleasure.

When Brett began to fuck her mouth, his cock swelling into beautiful hardness, Karen gobbled at his prick with her hungry mouth, moaning. He banged against her lips, fucking his cock into her throat. She had never enjoyed being fucked in her mouth so much before.

She wrapped her arms about his hips and clutched his ass cheeks as they bunched and flexed.

Karen's brain was reeling wildly with what she had done. Having him piss into her mouth this way had created such an intense lust that it was driving her out of her mind. His cock felt enormous between her lips, stretching them so much that the head of his prick was probing into her throat. His cock had never felt so big, so hard, so sweet her cunt continued to convulse like never before as she sat in the tub, her son fucking his cock back and forth into her mouth. Her tits, pressed against his thighs, tingled with the erotic pleasure flooding her being.

Moaning and whimpering, Karen sucked powerfully, her wet mouth filling with his

throbbing cock, her tongue racing along the underside, pressing so his prick scraped along the roof of her mouth. His cockhead banged against her throat, making muffled squeals bubble from her lips. She pulled one hand to his balls, grasping them tightly in a hot hand, rolling and pulling and twisting them. She was using every skill she possessed to bring his thick, delicious come juice from those precious balls and gushing into her greedy mouth.

Karen sucked at Brett's cock as if demented, as if starving for the fuck juices of his young balls. And she really was starving for his come juice. She had never wanted her son's sweet come juice squirting into her mouth so badly before. Being pissed upon, drinking his piss from his cock, Karen had felt intensely depraved, perverse, and she had loved the feeling. She wanted more of that hot, thrilling sensation of depravity. She wanted to be used and forced and degraded in every way imaginable. She wanted her son to rape her in every fuck hole she had, to fill her cunt and mouth and asshole with his precious cock and his delicious thick come juice-all at the same time.

But that was impossible. He had one cock, and that cock could only be in one fuck hole at a time.

Even so, hungrily sucking his beautiful

hard-on, it seemed to her as if she could feel his cock penetrating her cunt and asshole, too. Her imagination was strong, very strong, and. with her mind she could feel him fucking her in all three places. Her naked body, wet with his piss, shuddered in ecstatic convulsions as her cunt went through muscle-clenching orgasm after orgasm.

Brett had his hands on the back of her head, pulling her mouth tightly onto his throbbing cock. She looked up into his bright, glazed eyes. His hips pumped back and forth as he grunted, fucking his cock deep and hard and fast into her gobbling mouth. She dug her fingers into one cheek of his tight ass, jerking his crotch hard into her face as she twisted his balls with the other. His prick was deep inside her mouth, almost past her throat, when he began to discharge. The thick sweetness of his young come juice splashed along the back of her throat, and Karen wailed in a low muffled way as he began to come into her mouth. Her eyes closed as ecstasy flooded her, the taste of his come juice sending shivers of happiness through her.

Karen felt her son's body shaking as he came, heard his grunts of delight, felt his balls writhe in her hand as they emptied, spurting come juice into her mouth.

As the spurting of his come juice dribbled to a halt, Karen wiped her tongue up and down his piss hole, her eyes again open and looking up at his now-relaxed features. He still had his fingers wound into her hair, but was no longer pulling her face into his cock. She reined her grip on the cheek of his ass, sucking on his cock slowly and gently, with love more than mindless hunger now.

Brett slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, watching it slide out. "Mother, you suck my cock so fucking good," he gasped, his chest heaving up and down. "You must be starved for my cock to suck it that way."

She smiled up at him, caressing his thighs and hips with her hands. "When you pissed on me, something seemed to happen," she said. "I always enjoy sucking you, but… I don't know what it was, but feeling you piss on me, on my asshole and cunt, then in my mouth… well, darling, I couldn't help it. I had to suck you off!"

Brett laughed and turned on the shower head. Cold water streamed down on his mother. Karen yelped and jumped to her feet, dancing about in the tub as the cold water sprayed her naked flesh.

"Damn you, you little shit!" she screamed at him, but her laughter took away any anger

she may have felt. "That's cold!"

"Frozen cunt," he laughed. "That should cool your hot fucking ass, off for a while, Mother.

"Why do you want my ass cooled off?" she asked, the cold water now feeling good to her. "I thought you like it nice and hot."

He sat on the toilet and watched his mother shower.

"Brett," she asked when she turned the water off, "did that make you feel terrible?"

"What?" he asked.

"Pissing one me?"

"I liked it, Mother," he said, grinning. "Sort of strange, sure, but I liked pissing on you." Climbing out of the tub, she handed him a huge towel, and he began drying her slender body. "I wonder if Sally would go for something like that," she said, half whispering.

"You want her to piss on you, too?" Brett looked up from where he was drying her feet. He saw the bushy hair of his mother's cunt, the pink of those fiery pussy lips.

"I just wondered, that's all," she said, hoping she had not gone too far with her son.

In her room, while dressing, Karen couldn't get her mind off being pissed upon. Her

creamy smooth flesh seemed to still tingle with it, and her cunt was twitching, As if on the brink of orgasm, but not quite reaching the peak. After putting on a breezy summer dress, she brushed her hair and looked at herself in the mirror. There was nothing there to indicate her perverse desires. All she saw was a lovely woman, a young mother raising her only son.

There was nothing on her face or in her eyes that seemed to say, "You're fucking your son, bitch! You're eating his girlfriend's cunt and letting him piss all over you."

There was nothing but the face of a very pretty woman, still youthful, desirable. There wasn't even anything in her features that told of her inner heat, of her wild, almost impossible desire for her son's cock and his girlfriend's cunt.

Karen woke up the next morning with that steaming need between her slim legs.

As her eyes opened, she was immediately aware of the fiery bubbling of her cunt, and she ran her hand down to fondle her puffy pussy lips. She pinched her throbbing clit and moaned with pleasure. Arching her ass upwards, she tossed the sheet from her naked body and looked down the smooth length of her form. Almost as soon as her fingers

pinched her swollen clit, the thought came into her mind about being pissed upon, and a shudder rippled about her flesh. It was not a shudder of revulsion, but one of anticipation, of excitement and pleasure.

As she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, Karen felt a certain awareness that today would be her day, the day in which she would find absolute relief from the pacing, bellowing beast that was her cunt. Today, she felt, would bring an end to that tormenting thing. Today would be the day she was going to end forever the greed of the beast.

Somehow, she sensed that today she would find complete and total satisfaction in her erotic needs.