Kathy Andrews: The mother they shared

She watched the shaft of his cock being coated with his cum as it dripped downward, feeling his cock soften as the final squirt landed on her palm. His balls were glistening with the juice, too. She kept holding his cock this way until it was very soft, then turned it loose, only to give her son's wet balls a gentle squeeze.

"Mom, you…"

"I know, Derick." She smiled at him, a wanton smile, her dark eyes glowing. "I know, baby."

She squeezed his balls once more, then drew her hand from the car window. She smeared her son's cock cream over her flat, tanned stomach, her hips swaying, making little grinding motions as she burbled with pleasure.

Derick watched her, his eyes huge, fascinated by her movements, by what she was doing. Mandy, her eyes slitted with passion, ran her cum-wet hand over the front of her bikini, curling her fingers along the puffy lips of her hidden cunt, and she mewled softly as a small orgasm throbbed through her.

"Mom, what made you…"

"Hush," she whispered, reaching into the car and drawing his trunks up over his cock and balls. "Don't say anything, not now." She started to leave, but turned back. "Wait in the car. I'll get Julie and Johnny. It's time we went home."

Derick sat in the car, watching his mother's bikini-clad ass sway as she crossed the sand, amazement on his young face, and experiencing a feeling of intense excitement he had never felt before.

Mandy dropped Julie and Johnny off at their house, then drove quickly home. She knew her son was curious and excited. He was quiet all the way home, but sneaked looks at her. She had not wrapped her beach robe about her body, but drove in her bikini, letting her son gaze at her thrusting tits in a way he never had before.

She was trembling with need by the time they got home, and she forced herself to help unload the car. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to do with Derick, but she knew she was going to do something. She had to do something, even if only to touch him, his cock, again.

Derick said nothing after they had unloaded the car, but his young eyes followed her everywhere. Mandy was pleased that he didn't seem embarrassed about what she had done at the beach. Perhaps he and Johnny were playing delicious little feely-feely games with Julie after all. She had thought her son would be embarrassed, shy, or maybe ashamed, but there was nothing to indicate that.

If her son had nothing to say, Mandy was at a loss for words, too. She didn't quite know how to go about seducing her son. If he had been another boy, her nephew even, she could have done it very easily. But since he was her son, she was a bit nervous. Still, the need inside her, between her legs, was too powerful to resist.

She took his hand and dragged him into the living room. Derick went without protest, knowing he was about to become involved with his mother in ways he had never dreamed of.

Mandy sat him on the couch, then sat next to him. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling his head to her tit. She rested her other hand on his thigh, halfway to his crotch. She hugged him, kissing the top of his head.

"Derick…" she whispered softly. "Please try to understand what I've got to say. Please don't be angry with me."

"I'm not gonna be mad, Mom," he said, feeling his mother's tit, so soft, yet firm, against his cheek. He was looking down at her legs, at the skimpy triangle of cloth covering her cunt.

"What you did in the car… what I saw you doing," she said in a throaty voice. "I know why you had to. You got excited touching me, rubbing oil on my body. I know how that could turn you on. So… I understand why you had to, you know, jack off."

Derick trembled when she said that. Mandy hugged his cheek tighter to her tit, caressing his thigh now.

"I want you to know something about me, darling," she said, her fingers at the edge of his trunks. "I like to see a boy do that. I love to see a boy jack off. It excites me. I don't know why, but it does, and it's been so long since I've watched that."

Derick remained silent, feeling his mother's nipple pushing at his cheek through the thin halter. Her fingers burned his flesh, and he couldn't stop his cock from hardening.

"Baby, are you embarrassed?"

Derick shook his head, her nipple close to his lips.

"Please don't be," Mandy soothed, running her fingers along the shaft of his swelling cock. "We could have a lot of fun, as long as you aren't embarrassed. You could jack off, and I could watch you, and maybe…" She paused, taking a deep breath. "Maybe sometime I would let you… watch me."

Derick squirmed on the couch, sliding his arm behind his mother's waist and holding her. He wanted to turn his face and taste her stiff nipple, even through her bikini top. But he was afraid to try that, despite what his mother was saying. His cock was now very hard, bulging at his trunks. Mandy was stroking her fingers up and down it, over the cockhead and back again.

"If you enjoy it, you can watch me do it, too," she went on. "We can do it together, watch each other. It would be okay, honey. It wouldn't be as if we… did anything. You know, like put it in me or anything like that. We could just watch each other… you jacking off, and me putting my fingers inside my… down there?"

"You'd let me look?" he asked, his voice thick and shaky. "You'd really let me see you, Mom?"

"It wouldn't be fair if I didn't, would it?" She hugged him tightly. "I mean, if you let me watch you jack off, it would only be fair to let you watch me, right?"

"Gosh, Mom!" Derick gulped, his young body shaking.

"Do you want to do it with me?"

Derick nodded his head vigorously, rubbing his cheek on her rigid nipple, his arm squeezing her waist.

Mandy closed her fingers about her son's cock, squeezing it inside his trunks with an excited gulp of pleasure.

"Let's do it now!" she said, pushing him away. "Let's do it right now, baby!"

Derick's eyes were hot as he looked at his mother's passion-contorted face. "You really mean it, Mom?"

She nodded. "Push your trunks down, like in the car, and jack off for mother."

As her son gazed at her, she leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs wide, the narrow band of her bikini stretching over her cunt, her tits lifting sharply. She gazed back at him with slitted, burning eyes. One of her hands came up to curl about a tit. She shoved her fingertip into the halter, and slowly pulled it downward. Her nipple came into view, and Derick groaned as he looked at it. But Mandy covered her nipple, sliding her hand down her stomach to the edge of her bikini. She pushed at the fabric and exposed a soft line of thick pussyhair to her son's eyes. Sliding her finger down the front of her bikini, she traced the slit of her cunt, then very slowly pulled the crotch to one side, giving her son a very brief glimpse of her cunt.

"Now…" she purred. "You know I mean it, honey. Shove your trunks down and jack off for mother!"

Derick was so excited to get that quick peek at his mother's stiff nipple and cunt, his cock was ready to burst from his trunks. He stood up, pushing them to his knees. His cock jerked upright, making a slapping sound against his stomach. Mandy gurgled in delight as she gazed at him, her eyes hot on his young balls and very stiff cock. She saw a small mat of wiry hair at the base of his cock, but his balls were hairless. They weren't really big balls, but looked deliciously full.

"Ohhh, God, baby!" she moaned. "Jack it off for mother! Grab it and pump it, Derick! Ohhh, baby, jack that beautiful thing off and squirt it for me… show me how hard you can come, darling!"

She leaned back on the couch, legs spread wide, gazing at him as he closed his fist about his cock and began to stroke up and down, his hips thrust forward, trunks caught at his knees. His gasps and panting breath excited her just as much as what he was doing for her. Her cunt bubbled wetly, throbbing inside her bikini. She clutched her tits with both hands, squeezing them as she stared with fiery hunger at her son's cock. The juices seeping out of his piss hole made her mouth water, and she swallowed noisily, writhing her ass on the edge of the cushions, opening and closing her long, shapely thighs.