Kathy Andrews - Coming on mom

It was Judy.

Susan watched her niece race into the room, but she had seen enough to know that her niece was in her panties only – the white she had seen.

Susan smiled as she returned to her room. The thought of her son catching a glimpse of that pretty ass wearing nothing but panties amused her.

She had no sooner climbed into her bed when the sound of feet in the hall came to her. Since her bedroom door was left open as usual, she watched her son go past. She smiled. He was wearing jockey shorts, the only thing he slept in at night.

Before she could consider what she was doing, Susan kicked the sheets off and was out of bed, going down the hallway after her son.

Steve was getting water from the refrigerator, and she stood staring at his back. It was as if she had never seen him wearing just those shorts before. Susan's pulses suddenly began to pound, and tremors of desire began to burn up and down her flesh. Her tits swelled as her nipples became stiff again. There was a throbbing in her cunt, an enlargement of her clitoris.

She moved up behind her son.

When her arms went around him, Steve jumped, almost dropping the glass of water.

Susan squeezed her son against her body. He lifted his head and looked up at her.

"Mom! You scared me!"

"I didn't mean to, honey," she said softly, kissing the top of his head as she hugged his chest. Her warm tits against his neck. She was trembling as she pressed her body against his, holding him tight.

Steve let his mother hug him as tight as she wanted. The glass in his hand shook, and Susan took it, placing it on the sink.

"You don't want to drop that, baby," she said in a low voice, hugging him again. "Steve, about the movie…"

She felt him tremble.

"I mean, doing what I did in the movie," she corrected. "I don't know why, but I knew what you were doing, and just… you know."

"It's okay, Mom," he said, his voice as low as hers.

"It is?"

"Sure, I enjoyed it."

"You did?"

"Better than doing it myself," Steve replied.

"Oh, baby!" Susan murmured, sliding her right hand down slowly to his quivering stomach.

She heard his intake of breath, but he didn't move away from her. She slipped her left hand down until her fingers touched, holding his stomach. She wanted to pull his ass back against her, press it against her pussy hard.

"You feel so good close to me, Steve," Susan whispered. "I love how you feel close to me, darling."

"Yeah, Mom," he replied, a soft moan in his words.

Susan held her breath, then dipped her hand downward.

"Oh, my!" she gasped, feeling his hard-on through his shorts. "What's this, baby?"

Steve giggled and writhed as his mother pressed her palm against his cock. Susan rubbed the length of it, feeling the wonderful heat of it burn against her hand. When her son failed to protest, she curled her fingers about his cock as best she could through his shorts, squeezing his cock.

"Ohhhh!" Steve moaned, pressing the back of his head against his mother's tits.

"Does it feel good?" she whispered.

"Oh, it feels real good, Mom!"

Squeezing his cock with her right hand, Susan lowered her left to his crotch, cupping his balls. She squeezed his cock and very tenderly his balls. She felt her son shaking, and when she moved a thumb over the head of his cock, she felt wetness oozing through the cloth of his shorts.

"Do it again, Mom!" he gasped, pushing his cock and balls against her hands. "Please, Mom, do it again for me?"

"Oh, yes!" Susan squealed softly, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of his jockey shorts.

She closed her fist around his cock. She moved her fist, pumping his cock inside his shorts, still clutching his hot balls with her left hand. Her cunt steamed wetly, her clit becoming painfully inflamed.

Listening to her son's gurgles of pleasure, she turned his balls loose and pulled her hand around to his ass. Cupping an asscheek, she squeezed, her tight hand moving back and forth in short, slow jerking movements, his cock throbbing sweetly. She was going to jack him off again, and she was delighted that Steve wanted it more than he had in the movie theater. He was moving his hips now, working them to the rhythm of her fist, his ass clenching in her other palm.

"Do you like to do it for me, Mom?" Steve moaned.

"Oh, baby? I love doing it for you," she breathed hotly. "You feel so hard, so hot. Oh, yes, baby… mother loves doing it for you!"

"I… I saw, Mom. In the movie… what you done," Steve said. "I mean, with your… your tongue."

Susan paused in her stroking. "Saw what?"

"Licking your hand," Steve answered, his voice low.

"You weren't supposed to notice that," she replied, stroking his cock again. "I thought it was too dark."

"It's too dark in here, too," he replied.

"Are you saying you want a light on?"

"Would it be okay, Mom?" he asked. "I mean, so I can watch you do it for me."

"I don't see why not," Susan said breathlessly. "Watching is a lot of fun."

She pulled away from her son and stepped the short distance to the wall switch. The kitchen was lit suddenly, but not with a harsh glow. She looked at her son as he turned to face her, her eyes on his crotch. His cock was elongated toward the left, hard in his shorts, with a little wet spot where his piss hole pushed.

But it was Steve who gasped. He had never seen his mother so exposed before. He had seen her in a robe, or wrapped in a towel, but never in such a flimsy, transparent gown that failed to cover the silky bush of her pussy hair, or her titties with those stiff nipples showing.

He gaped, eyes big, his cock visibly jerking in his shorts.

Susan stood a few feet from him, hands hanging at her sides, watching his expression. She knew this was the first time her son had seen a woman so exposed, at least a real one. He may have seen pictures, but she didn't know that.

Almost unconsciously, she lifted her shoulders and drew them back, inking her shapely titties thrust more. Steve ran his tongue over his lips as his eyes moved about his mother's body, up and down, from her tits to her knees. His fascination was obvious in the heat of his eyes, the way his cock throbbed. Susan was pleased her son found her exciting.

Susan's eyes burned on the bulge of her son's cock. She swallowed, knowing what she was going to do, knowing there was no way she could resist it now. Feeling him in the darkness, jacking it without seeing it… that was one thing, but now she could see his hardness, and his cock was having an effect on her that was overpowering. Her cunt was steaming, and she felt the slippery juices sliding very slowly along her inner thighs. She had always been juicy. Her cunt, when she was aroused, was so juicy, it was almost embarrassing.

Steve pushed his shorts down, just beneath his balls. Susan could hardly breathe as she stared at him. His cock was standing upward, very hard, the head smooth and swollen. She saw his tiny slit of a piss hole, and watched as a bead of his juice formed on it. His balls were not overly large, but they were full of juice. And… he was almost totally devoid of hair on his cock and balls.

On Steve's part, he could see the soft hair of his mother's cunt below the short bottom of her gown, and the rest of it showed in a shadow like softness through her transparent gown. It was wide at the top, narrowing to her crotch and between her thighs. He stared at it, making soft gulping sounds.

"Baby," Susan whispered, moving toward her son. "God, baby, that's so hard! You're beautiful, Steve. So beautiful and hard and…"

"Ooooh, you look ready, honey!"

"Do it again, Mom!" he gasped. "Please, do it to me again."

Susan grasped her son's cock hard, making her son moan in delight. She looked down at it, watching the head bulge, his piss hole widen as juice seeped from it. She lifted her eyes, barely seeing his face through the film of her passion.