Kathy Andrews - Davy_s loving mother

When she felt the warm wetness drenching her tits, she gurgled, knowing her son was pissing. She hugged him round his ass, pressing his cock tight against her tits, feeling the heat of his hot piss soaking her naked tits.

While Davy was still pissing, she put her hands on his hips and urged him lift up. As he drew his knees back under again, Molly dipped her chin down and saw the golden piss spewing from his cock, splashing over her firm, upstanding tits. She squealed softly with pleasure, and began to spurt piss against her son's resting cheek. Davy felt it, and pressed his cheek tighter into his mother's cunt. But that wasn't enough for Molly.

She pulled her son's hips back, and mewled as the hot piss streamed along her chest and then her neck. She pulled until her son's cock was a few inches from her face, taking the delicious, golden piss into her face. Davy, too, lifted his head. He stared at he hairy lips of his mother's cunt, seeing her pissing a strong stream. As his mother opened her mouth, Davy lowered his face into the hot stream of his mother's piss, gurgling softly. Molly tasted her son's piss between her lips, and spread her mouth wide. She didn't swallow, but let her mouth fill and run over her cheeks.

Davy began to suck at his mother's piss, his lips opened and around her cunt. Molly saw his cock jerk, and knew he was about finished. Eagerly, she lifted her head and closed her lips about the head of his cock, letting him finish pissing directly into her mouth, and she began to swallow wetly.

Molly kept thinking about what happened at the shopping center. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how much she had enjoyed it. Not necessarily sucking the cock of some strange man, but sucking her son off in a place where discovery was possible. She realized she had enjoyed it, too, when her dress had blown up.

She had never really thought of herself as an exhibitionist, at least not much of one. She found sonic mild pleasure in wearing skirts slit high to show off her legs, tight enough to mold to her shapely ass or tits. Most women enjoyed that sort of exhibitionism, she knew. Otherwise they wouldn't wear such clothing. But she knew now that she wanted to expose more of herself than just a tightly clad ass, her long legs, or firm, upstanding tits behind tight sweaters and blouses.

Many times she had seen a girl or woman reveal their enticing thighs, and sometimes their panties, by sitting carelessly in public places. Now she understood why they did so.

"I see your cunt, Mother," Davy said, breaking into her thoughts.

She smiled at him, opening her legs a bit more.

She was sitting on the front lawn, enjoying the hot weather, watching her son work on his bicycle. She had no idea what he was doing; anything mechanical was a mystery to her. He had chains and gears and tiny little metal pieces out of his bike, and was smearing some thick looking stuff on them. He was in his cut-offs, as usual. She wore a skirt and blouse, but was totally naked underneath.

Molly's eyes dropped significantly to the front of his cut-offs, drawing her knees to her chin. Her skirt covered her knees, but from his position, Davy could see the backs of her creamy thighs and the hairy lips of her cunt. The fact that she was facing the sidewalk excited her. If someone should walk by, they, too, would see her cunt. Some boys and girls were up the sheet, riding bicycles and tossing a ball, but no one was anywhere near them to see her exposure.

"Look all you want, darling," she murmured. "I don't mind if you see my cunt out here."

"I might get a hard-on," he grinned back at her. "Then what?"

"Anything you want," she teased, licking her lips with her pink tongue. "Anything at all."

Molly adjusted her skirt so she was sitting with her naked ass on the lawn. She looked at the boys and girls down the street, ready to lower her legs if one of them started toward them. Letting her son see her pussy outside this way was exciting.

She noticed the head of her son's cock could be seen, barely, past the fringe of his cut-offs. It pleased her that he wasn't wearing shorts, even those new hip-hugging ones. They were for play anyway.

When she saw a little girl coming toward them, Molly shoved her feet out, her legs straight on the lawn, her skirt covering her knees. The girl was a cute little blonde, the cuddly type, she saw. She was wearing a pair of very tight shorts, her exquisite little ass revealed by the tightness. Her legs were long and slim, tanned beautifully. Molly glanced at the front of the girl's T-shirt and saw only the very tiny beginnings of tits.

"Hi, Davy," the girl said as she stood near Davy. "Whatcha doing?"

"Fixing my bike," he replied.

Molly glanced at the head of his cock, wondering if the girl could see it, too. She saw the shorts of the girl were high and tight, and her little pink panties were showing. So many girls today wore shorts with the cheeks of their asses showing, she thought, and this little girl was no different. She wished it had been possible when she was this girl's age.

There was something sweet and innocently delicious about the little girl's body, those creamy slim thighs and rounded tight ass. Molly found herself wondering what it would be like to bury her face into that lovely little ass, to taste that succulent cunt, perhaps thrust her tongue into the small asshole. Then she imagined seeing the little girl pissing, perhaps squatting, knees wide open, her pretty face radiant with pleasure. She felt her own cunt starting to throb against the soft grass, and gazed at her son's cock again. She paid no attention to their conversation, although she noticed that her son peeked up between the girl's thighs secretly.

She imagined seeing her son fucking the girl, his cock stabbing into her tight, sweet, cunt. Her long clit became swollen and she wondered if she was about to come just thinking such things. The grass tickled her naked ass, and she gazed hungrily at the little girl's body. She turned her eyes back to the head of her son's cock, and almost giggled when she saw it starting to harden, stretching outward.

Someone called the little girl, and with a wave, she ran off to join the group down the street.

Watching that cute ass twist as the girl ran, Molly pulled her knees back to her chin again, and when she looked back at her son, the head of his cock was sticking from his shorts.

"You wanted to fuck her, didn't you, Davy?" she asked softly.

"I saw her panties, Mother," Davy said, staring at his mother's once-again exposed thighs and cunt. "I wonder if she fucks."

"All girls fuck," Molly said. "The right place, the right time, the right person… they'll all fuck. Just like men."

Davy wasn't working on his bike now; he was sitting there, greasy, staring at his mother's cunt, his cock stretching outward, almost half of it showing now. Molly licked her lips, swallowing with hunger. Deliberately, she began to piss. She didn't piss hard and strong, but just enough so her son could see the golden piss dribble from her hairy cunt to the grass. Davy's eyes widened with pleasure, his cock jerking into a full hardness.

Giggling, Molly lifted herself until she was squatting. She kept her skirt at her knees so no one could see, but her knees were open for her son's eyes. She didn't mind if her skirt became wet as it draped about her ass.

Once she was squatting, she let it go with force. The golden stream spewed out with a hissing sound, the curls of her pussy hair getting wet.

"Your cock is showing, baby," she said huskily.

"Yeah," Davy replied, staring at his mother's pissing cunt.

Playfully, Molly spurted piss in short bursts, giggling lewdly. She twisted her hips, trying to make designs with piss. By the time she finished, her son's cock was stretched in full hardness from his cut-offs.