Kathy Andrews: Coming on mom

"Can I take it out now, Mom?" he asked, his voice weak.

Susan slowly pulled her mouth off his cock, settling her ass on her heels. Her beautiful face was radiant with pleasure as she smiled at her son. Steve leaned against the refrigerator, weak. He saw his mother's face, the glistening fuck juice on her chin.

"Did you… did you like it, Mom?" he asked.

Susan nodded her head, unable to trust her voice at the moment.

"Did you… you know, do it, too?"

"Did I come, you mean?" she asked softly, her voice breaking. "Yes, baby, I came too."

"Oh wow!"

Susan pulled his shorts up, adjusting them over his cock and balls. She gave his balls a gentle pat. "You're not sorry?"

"No way, Mom!"

Susan pushed her face at his crotch, kissing his prick through his shorts.

"Go to bed," she whispered.

It wasn't until the next day that Susan realized she could have been caught by Judy caught with her son's cock in her mouth.

Judy must have still been awake, she knew. She had just seen her run through the house in her panties, and her son had come down the hallway only a few minutes later. Then, when she thought about it, Susan realized she didn't care if Judy had caught them.

Judy would only be with her and Steve for another week, then she would return to her own home. She was staying while her mother and father took a short vacation. Susan had not minded. She loved her niece.

She looked out into the back yard, watching Steve and Judy. Judy was sitting in the swing that hung from the tree, and Steve was pushing her. Since Judy was facing the house, Steve, whenever he pushed his cousin, placed his hands on her tight ass. Her eyes moved to the front of his shorts, an old, faded pair of jeans that had been hacked off at the crotch. She wondered if her son had a hard-on, but she couldn't see his crotch from this distance. She also wondered if Steve was touching his cousin's ass deliberately, or it that was the way he pushed her all the time.

Susan felt heat staffing between her legs again. Being aroused most of the time lately bothered her. She had enjoyed being aroused before, although it was usually her fingers that satisfied her. Still, the feeling of arousal was a good one. But now her cunt bubbled and boiled ever since the night before, almost in a constant state of agitation. Sucking her son off didn't help, either, she knew.

Susan turned her attention back to her niece, watching her kick those slender thighs as she laughed happily. Susan realized she was trying to see Judy's crotch, and she turned her head away guiltily. She walked to her bedroom, sitting on the bed, wondering about all these new thoughts in her mind. She had fantasized often, like most women, but kept it under control until now.

She heard the door slam, then footsteps in the hallway. The next sound she heard was piss splashing into the toilet in the hall.

Steve…

Susan jumped to her feet and almost ran from her room to the toilet.

The door was open.

But it was Judy sitting there. Judy looked up, a sweet, shy smile on her lovely face. She had her knees together, her shorts at her thighs. The piss kept tinkling into the toilet, and Judy seemed unconcerned that her aunt was there, watching, neither speaking.

Susan was disappointed that it wasn't her son. Still, she stood and watched. When Judy finished, she did not use tissues as Susan did. Judy stood and struggled to pull her tight shorts up. Susan found herself gazing at the sugary slit of Judy's pink cunt. Susan felt a reaction between her thighs, then balled her fists tightly. The quick, unexpected urge to shove her face between those long thighs of her niece and suck that cunt almost overpowered Susan.

Getting her shorts up, Judy squeezed past her aunt, looking up with those sweet eyes.

"Excuse me, Aunt Susan," she said softly, moving down the hall.

Susan turned and watched, her eyes seeing the cute shape of her niece's ass and long, long legs.

Returning to her room, Susan wrung her hands. She wasn't sure why she was feeling so fucking hot lately, but she couldn't deny the good feeling it gave her. The thought of wanting to suck her niece's cunt bothered her. Girls had never interested her before, but she had often wondered what it would feel like to push her mouth against a soft, wet pussy.

Standing before her long mirror, Susan gazed at her reflection. She could have almost any man she desired, she knew. But it wasn't a man she wanted. It was her son, now. It was his strong cock that excited her. There was something that appealed to her about Steve's body that a man's never had.

She was wearing shorts and a light, tight sweater. Her nipples showed, stiff against the material. Her shorts were tight, and the puffy outline of her cunt showed, and the lower part of her ass cheeks was exposed.

Looking at herself, Susan thought hard about what had happened so far.

"Okay, girl," she said to her reflection. "You started it, now what are you going to do about it?"

Her eyes gleamed as she ran her hands over her firm tits and down her stomach, back behind her body to cup her ass, then one hand in front to cup her tightly clad cunt.

"You're going for it, that's what you're going to do, you bitch," she said to her reflection. "You're going all the way for it. Steve will… I know he will. But…"

She trembled. The idea of his cock inside her cunt, fucking her, seemed somehow a bit farfetched. Still…

"You crazy cunt," she told her reflection. "You can suck him off. You don't have to fuck him, you know."

Turning from the mirror, her mind made up, Susan started from the room. But the slam of the back door stopped her. Steve came down the hall, looking up at her.

"Hi, Mom," he said, then went for the bathroom. "I gotta go bad."

Quickly Susan stepped into the hall and toward the bathroom. Unlike Judy, Steve had closed the door, but when she pushed, it swung open.

Steve was standing over the toilet, his cock pulled from the leg of his frayed shorts. The stream of his piss stopped when he looked up at her.

"Oh, don't stop," Susan said, hearing the weakness in her voice. "It's okay, baby."

She stood behind her son as she had the night before. Her hand slipped around him, and she pulled his hand off his cock. She held his cock with her finger and thumb, leaning over his shoulder to watch his cock.

"Now do it," she said in a hoarse sound.

"I don't know if I can," Steve said, giggling. "No one ever held my… held it for me."

"Mother will hold your cock," Susan replied. Steve giggled, and the golden stream began to flow again, slowly at first, then strongly.

"Ooooh, look at that!" Susan gasped. She moved her son's cock up and down, playing. "You're pissing, baby!"

Her son's reaction delighted her. Steve was letting her hold his cock as he pissed, and she was starting to tremble with excitement. She swung his cock about, making him piss in a circle, then up and down. Her cunt began to pulsate with wet heat and she pushed her pussy against his back.

The stream stopped, and Susan shook his prick, sending a golden drop from the head.

"You know about shaking a guy's cock, Mom?" Steve asked.

"Of course," she murmured. "Mother knows many things… about cocks."

"You do?"

"I do," she said, then turned her son to face her, still holding his cock. She went down into a squatting position, and used her tongue to flick the last drop of his piss away.

"You gonna suck me off again, Mom?"

"Would you like that?" she asked, nuzzling his cock against her face.

"Yeah!"

She stood up, still holding his cock. "Let's go to my room."

She entered her room and turned to face him. She was pleased that his cock was half hard.