Kathy Andrews - Coming on mom

She listened to his breathing increase again, and she slowed her movement, relaxing her grip, but holding his cock loosely. When his breathing calmed down, she began to stroke his cock again.

Steve scooted his ass forward, lifting his knees and bracing them on the back of the seat in front of him. Susan could jack his cock better now, and she felt, her, son had shifted his position to help her out. Delighted with his response, she squeezed his cock, making him moan softly. She turned loose of his cock and felt about his fly, then slipped her fingers into it, feeling his hot balls. She worked her hand into his pants through the fly, and with his cock throbbing along her arm, she fondled his balls. When she squeezed and twisted them gently, Steve groaned loudly.

"Shhhhh," she whispered with her lips near his ear.

Steve glanced at his mother. Susan flashed a grin at him in the darkness, her white teeth showing. She pulled her hand out of his pants and closed her fingers about his cock again, stroking up and down. Steve trembled.

"Nice, Steve," she whispered softly, pounding his cock faster. "Very nice, honey."

Steve began to breathe faster, unable to slow wiggling his hips as his mother jerked his cock.

Susan found his cock dripping copiously, the juices making his cockshaft very slippery in her hand. Now that she knew her son would accept what she was doing to him, she felt better. She allowed her passion to grow more than before. She pressed her hand hard at her crotch, rubbing up and down. Then she pulled her hand away and searched for her son's. Finding it, she pulled his hand to her lap and under her sweater. She heard her son gulp as she placed his palm between her legs, his hand tight against her crotch.

"Rub me," she whispered, and this time she ran the tip of her wet tongue against his earlobe. "Rub me, baby."

Overwhelmed because his mother had hold of his cock and had put his hand on her cunt, Steve began to rub, feeling the wet heat of his mother's cunt through her jeans. Susan pumped his cock, then pulled the zipper of her jeans down. Lifting her son's hand, she pushed his fingers as deep into her tight pants as she could. His fingers could not reach deep enough to feel her cunt. She pulled his hand out of her jeans and cupped it back at her crotch, her legs open for him. She began to pump his cock faster, pressing at the back of his hand between her thighs.

She writhed gently, feeling her cunt ripple.

Her fist flew up and down her son's cock, his jacket jerking. Steve was moaning. Susan knew he was close to coming, and she pounded at his throbbing cock eagerly.

With a grunt, almost doubling up, Steve came.

The juices flew out of his piss hole against the concealing jacket, and Susan jerked eagerly, feeling his hot come juice coat her fist. She pumped and pulled, feeling his cock spurt time and again. She was amazed at how much he came, and she wished she could watch it.

"Ohhhh," she moaned softly, her pussy coming suddenly.

She pushed her son's hand as hard as she could against her cunt, coming hard this time, not in that mild way earlier.

Steve, his cock spraying, pushed his palm hard at his mother's pussy.

As soon as it was over, Susan lifted his hand from her thighs and then placed his cock back into his pants. When she pulled her hand from under his jacket, it was smeared with his come juice. She tugged her zipper up. She brought her hand close to her face, breathing deeply, the arousing scent of her son's come juice exciting again. With a quick glance at her son, she moved her hand to her lips and began to lick his come juice from it.

She knew her son was probably blushing in the darkness now that she had taken the edge off his passion, but she wasn't bashful. Susan had never been bashful when it came to sex. She didn't mind if her son watched her lick his come juice from her hand, thinking it might give him some very nice ideas.

She sat quietly through the rest of the film, wondering what her son was thinking about. She glanced at him often, but he kept his eyes on the screen. She hoped he was ashamed, or felt guilty about it. She didn't want him to react that way. She lowered her eyes to his lap again. His jacket was still draped over it, and she found herself wishing he had another hard-on right now.

Judy had finished her popcorn, but she was still absorbed in the film. Her short skirt was higher on her slender thighs, lifted by her shifting positions.

And then Susan saw that he and niece were holding hands. She smiled, thinking of possibilities… things she had not thought about before. She saw her son, his cock hard, moving into her niece's cunt, then into her own cunt… and into her mouth and up her ass and…

The film ended.

The lights came on.

Susan had to remain sitting as the other filmgoers left. Steve and Judy waited, too, but her son seemed to have difficulty looking at her now. Steve had removed his jacket from his lap, and Susan could see the wetness on the fly of his pants. She thought how pleasant it would but if she could lick at his wet fly, taste his come juice on it, right there in the theater.

With a shrug, she stood up and moved into the aisle behind her son and niece. They were still holding hands, and she followed them from the theater, her gaze moving from her son's ass to the compact sway of Judy's hips.

Susan didn't understand why she had jerked her son off in the darkened movie theater. But she knew she wanted to hold his cock again.

She wanted to play with it, stroke it, run her palm up and clown it, squeeze it… kiss it.

Oh, yes, kiss it!

To feel his cock against her lips, brushing back and forth, to feel that smooth cock head on her mouth. She shivered as she toweled her naked body, thinking about it. To simply put the tip of her tongue against the smooth head of his cock, to perhaps run her tongue over his piss hole, that slit which had become so juicy… Susan's nipples became stiff. She stood and looked at them in the mirror.

Thumbing her nipples, she made a soft purring sound as they became harder under her stimulation. She then became aware of the throbbing wetness between her thighs. Sliding her fingers through the thick patch of her silky cunt hair, she probed tenderly at her clit. Her eyes closed dreamily as she rubbed along the slit of her cunt.

"That's enough, Susan," she whispered to reflection. "You're only making yourself frustrated."

Walking from her bathroom, she stood at the foot of her bed, pulling her short gown over her head. She never wore anything other than a short gauzy gown to bed, and often not even that.

Swan was a tall woman, slender in shape, but with lovely, rounded tits that jutted in tantalizing boldness from her chest. She had shoulderlength brown hair, brown eyes, and a full, moist mouth. She was pleased with her body, her figure. She was perfectly taped for the designer jeans and sensual dresses she wore. Her hips were rounded and she had long legs. Her ass was shapely and tight, teasing the eye with a slight, natural sway of her hips.

She was a single parent and she loved it.

Living with Steve, the two of them alone, seemed to give her more satisfaction than being married. She didn't really miss having a man around. She felt self-reliant, capable enough. Steve was no trouble. He had always been an outgoing teen, exuberant and close to her. Kissing and hugging had come naturally to them, and still was. Unlike most teens Steve's age, he enjoyed it when his mother grabbed him and hugged him tightly.

With only her short gown on, she left her room and walked in the darkness through the house, making sure it was closed and locked up for the night. She paused in the kitchen long enough to get herself a drink of ice water. She was sipping the water when she caught a flash of white. Thinking it was her son, but curious as to why he had run away when he found her in the kitchen, she moved quickly to the door and looked down the hallway.