Kathy Andrews - Coming on mom

Susan pulled at his ass, his balls rubbing against her eyes and nose, his cock very deep inside her hungry mouth. She spread the cheeks of her son's ass, gazing into his asshole while her lips worked on his cock. Her cunt was rippling and squeezing, her clit feeling almost painful in tightness. She lifted her long legs, then closed them around her son's head, squeezing his face as she bucked up and down. She jerked her mouth off his cock and feverishly licked at his balls, swirling her tongue around them, then taking his balls into her mouth.

She heard her son grunt as she sucked them, between her lips. But as much as sucking his balls excited her, Susan let them go. She shoved her tongue out as far as she could, lifting her head. She probed at his puckered asshole with the tip of her tongue, swishing it up and down. Licking her son's asshole from his balls to the base of his spine sent a wildness through her that threatened to consume her very being.

She pushed her tongue against his hot asshole. She was so hot, so aroused, she wanted him to fart in her face, fart against her tongue.

She now worked her tongue into his asshole. She plunged it in and out, fucking him with it, his balls on her chin and his cock throbbing along her neck.

Steve was making gulping sounds as he licked and sucked his mother's cunt. Like her, he was so excited she could do anything to him right now. The feel of her long tongue sliding in and out of his asshole increased his cunt-sucking eagerness. He licked in a swirling motion at her pussy, tasting the juices, then sucking them from her.

Swan, crying softly with ecstasy, tongued her son's asshole frantically, her fingers clawing his asscheeks wide open. She felt his cock dripping on her neck and his balls were starting to writhe on her chin. Steve would be coming any time now, and, for a moment, she considered letting him spray that hot come juice about her neck, keeping her tongue stabbing into his asshole to feel it clench as he came.

She pulled her tongue from his asshole, circled the crinkle with her lips, sucking it wetly for a long moment. Then she shifted her face to get his cock back into her mouth. Steve immediately began to fuck up and down as she sucked. Holding his ass tightly, Susan devoured his throbbing hardness, humping her hips again as an orgasm began to rumble about her crotch.

Her naked body trembled, and she rammed her cunt hard at her son's mouth. The orgasm exploded, making Susan cry out around his prick. Feverishly, she sucked with intense greed, wanting his come juice to spurt down her throat as came against his sucking mouth.

Steve gave a muffled grunt, pushing his cock down.

The scalding juices of his balls erupted across her tongue and down her throat. Susan sucked his cock hungrily, making wet sounds as she swallowed the sweetness of his balls.

As he came, Steve rammed his cock up and down, trying hard to get his face into his mother's convulsing cunt. He squeezed her ass with powerful fingers, his tongue being sipped by the contractions of her hairy pussy. As her orgasm went on and on, Susan almost choked on the spraying come juice. But she lost none of it this time.

With soft sobs, they relaxed, Steve sprawled on top of her, his legs along each side of her face. He rested his cheek on the silky mat of his mother's pussy halt. Susan caressed her son's back, sliding her hands about his quivering ass. She kissed at his inner thighs, his ass, his balls.

"I love you, Steve," she mewled. "God, I love you! I love your cock and hot balls and asshole and…"

She squeezed him hard.

After a while he rolled away from her. Susan sat up, her face glowing with pleasure. She leaned over her son and gently sucked on the head of his deflated cock, then ran her tongue about his balls.

"I'll never get enough of this," she whispered. "Darling, I could kiss and suck on your cock and balls twenty-four hours a day."

When she lifted up, Steve sat up facing her. She saw the happiness in his bright eyes, the way he smiled. She caressed his cheek, then leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue from one corner of his mouth to the other, tasting her cunt there. Steve grabbed his mother's shoulders, and she shoved her tongue into his mouth. Susan purred as he sucked at it, and they clutched each other for a long moment.

When they pulled apart, he said, "You've got a messy neck, Mom."

"I know," she purred. "Your cock was dripping all over it when I had my tongue up your asshole!"

He giggled. "That felt good, too."

"Now you know how I felt when you fucked me in the ass."

He played with her tits awhile, then said, "I gotta piss."

"You can use my bathroom," she said. "Baby… would you wash my neck off?"

"Sure," he said, jumping from her bed and starting for the bathroom.

Susan followed, and when he took a cloth, she pulled it away from him. "Not yet. Take your piss."

Steve shoved his hips forward, holding his cock. His shorts had come off his ankle and he was completely naked. Susan dropped to her knees, sitting on her heels. "Let me hold it."

Steve moved his hand, and she held his cock at the base, with a finger and thumb. Her eyes gleamed, watching the head of her son's cock. When the golden piss gushed out, she moaned softly, her eyes turning a bit glassy. Seeing him piss and holding his cock reinforced her wild desire. She squeezed the base of his cock, making him squirt, then stop. Steve laughed.

The splashing of his piss into the toilet was one of the most exciting sounds in the world to her.

When he was nearly finished, Susan smiled. "Baby, wash my neck now."

"I still gotta piss," he said.

"On me!"

"Mom!"

"Please!" she begged, her eyes shining with eagerness. "Wash my neck with piss! Do it, Steve! Ohhh, please, piss on me!"

For a moment she didn't think he would do it. It was what she had been afraid of. As eager as her son was to do other things with her, she had been afraid this might turn him completely off.

But Steve turned, facing her, his cock toward her face.

"Okay, but remember, Mom, you asked for it."

"I know," she breathed, her eyes burning on the slit of his piss hole. "Piss on my neck! Oh, please, piss on my neck, darling!"

Her sweater was still high, her shapely tits jutting out, her hippies lifting into tingling hardness as she anticipated the hot sensation of her son's piss on her neck.

The stream spurted out.

"Oooooh!" she gasped as it splashed at her neck.

She tilted her face up, moving his cock, feeling the hot piss splash beneath her chin. She lowered his cock, and the piss stung her nipples. Steve giggled in a shy way, but kept pissing. He watched as his piss splashed about his mother's tits, soaking her bunched-up sweater.

Steve giggled softly, arching his hips forward. "Nice," Susan purred. "So hot and nice!" The stream slowed, losing power. She squeezed the base of his cock, stopping the piss. She glanced up at his face, her breathing coming in short, panting sounds. She lifted his cock and released the pressure on it.

A golden spurt of piss gushed out of his cock and splashed across her lips. Susan's eyes closed with pleasure. Steve gasped when he saw what his mother had done, but he didn't stop pissing. She moved his prick as the stream became a dribble, shoving her face closer to it. When it was almost over, she parted her lips.

"Mom!" Steve gasped.

"Mmmmm," Susan moaned, feeling the hot piss move past her lips and onto her tongue.

She tasted it, and her mouth widened. The final stream of his piss entered her mouth, and Susan couldn't help herself. She closed her lips about the head of his cock, her brown eyes open and pleading with him. The last gush of hot piss splashed into her mouth, and Susan swallowed, her eyes dreamy. The taste of his piss and swallowing it almost caused Susan to come again. When he finished pissing, she ran her tongue about his piss hole, her lips sucking very gently.