Kathy Andrews: Davy_s loving mother

"Don't be embarrassed, baby," she said softly. "I understand. I'm not mad at you. If you like playing with my panties, I don't mind."

Davy wrapped his hands about his mother's waist and hugged her tightly as he pressed his face into her stomach.

"Davy," she whispered, pulling his head from her stomach and tilting his face up to hers. "Oh, Davy," she whispered again.

She leaned down to kiss his forehead, but at the last moment, pressed her lips to his. She had meant to give him a quick peck, but the feel of her son's lips against hers sent a wild, blazing fire through her body. With a moan, Molly thrust her tongue past her son's lips, deep into his mouth. A muffled gasp came from Davy, but his arms went about his mother's neck tightly.

Molly's eyes smoldered hotly. She released her son and stepped back. Her fingers trembled about her belt. She opened the belt and hesitated, then taking a deep breath, she flung her thin robe wide open.

Davy gasped, his eyes huge as he stared at his mother.

"Mother! Golly, Mother?"

Molly's body trembled as she stood holding her robe wide. Her son's eyes gazed at her nakedness, seeing her tits straining out, nipples jutting upward, the tightness of her bikini panties. The panties were orchid-colored, trimmed teasingly in black lace. Davy had turned in his chair when she hugged him, and Molly's eyes moved to the front of his cut-offs. She saw the slow lifting of them, watching his concealed cock growing hard. She pulled her gown from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She stood before her excited son, wearing only her skimpy, tantalizing panties. She cupped her tits, lifting them, thumbing her rigid nipples as her eyes blazed at the front of his cut-offs.

Davy gasped hotly as he watched his mother, his knees open.

Sliding her hands down her body, Molly drew upward on her panties, making the crotch cut into her cunt, outlining the swell of those hairy lips. Her extra-long clit throbbed hotly and she was very wet. Curls of dark pussy hair peeked from the tight panties, and Davy's eyes looked as if they were about to come out of his head. Molly parted her feet on the floor, arching her hips forward slightly. Davy gulped as he stared, seeing the curls of cunt hair, the way that lace trimmed crotch pulled into his mother's cunt. His cock throbbed into full hardness.

Molly wanted to jerk the crotch of her son's cut-offs to one side, to let that beautiful hard-on free, expose it. But she didn't, she stood pulling her panties tightly into her bubbling cunt, her hips twisting suggestively in slow motion.

Then, breathlessly, Molly began to peel her panties down.

"Oh, Mother!" Davy groaned, his eyes burning.

Molly stripped her panties off, lifting first one foot, then the other. Standing up, naked, legs now together, she held her panties out to her son. Davy lifted a shaking hand, then dropped it to his lap.

"Don't you want my panties, honey?" she asked in a husky sound.

Davy nodded, but all he could do was press his hand hard against his hard-on.

Molly stepped closer, and turned her panties inside out. She rubbed the wet crotch of them aver her son's face, then across his lips. Davy's eyes half-closed as he smelled his mother's cunt on the panties, felt the wetness on his lips.

"Nice, aren't they, Davy?" she whispered. She dropped her panties to his lap, and stepped back. She leaned near the sink, her naked body vibrating sweetly. Her tits seemed swollen, her nipples ready to burst. She stared at her son as he stared back at her. Davy's big eyes swiveled up and down, seeing his mother's tits, then the bush of her cunt. His cock throbbed powerfully.

"Show me, honey," Molly urged hotly. "Show me what you do with my panties. Let me watch you, darling!"

Davy, overcome by excitement, yanked the crotch of his cut-offs aside. Molly caught a glimpse of his young cock standing up before he wrapped her panties around it. His cockhead bulged tightly at the crotch of her panties, and she was fascinated as a slow wetness formed there. Gazing at his mother's naked body, Davy closed his fist about his pantie-wrapped cock, and began to jerk up and down.

"Ohhhh, I see," Molly gurgled, her eyes straining as she watched her son jacking off.

Davy gasped with excitement, his eyes riveted upon the thick, silky bush of his mother's cunt, his fist racing up and down his cock in short, jerky pumping motions. Molly felt her cunt responding to his display of open sexuality. Her clit bulged from the pulsating lips of her pussy, and she squeezed her thighs tightly. She twisted her naked ass against the sink, her eyes shining with strange feelings.

"Look at me, honey!" she hissed, and parted her legs. Molly thrust her hips forward, her cunt showing. She ran one hand down between her thighs, a finger on each side of her juicy cunt. Her clit thrust between her fingers and she began to rub it. "Look at this, Davy! Look at Mother and jerk yourself off! Jerk off with Mother's panties, baby!"

The words his mother was saying sent a shaking delight through Davy, who stared hungrily at his mother's cunt, his fist pounding faster and faster on his cock. The nylon stretched around his bulging cockhead, and the wet spot grew wider. Molly shivered aid rubbed at her cunt, making sure her fingers never covered her bulging clit. Her eyes burned at the head of her son's cock, anxious to see what would happen.

Her legs shook, becoming weak. There was a fire inside her cunt that she had never felt before. Her fingers, sliding along the puffy lips of her cunt, made a wet sound. She opened her thighs a bit more, bending her knees and bracing herself on the sink. Her eyes strained with liquid heat on his cock. Davy's eyes seemed unfocused as he stared between his mother's thighs, beating his fist frantically on his pantie-covered cock.

She felt as if she were going to come, yet the orgasm refused to burst.

She twisted her ass, moaning softly, gazing at her son as he sat at the table, jacking off in a frenzy.

"Look at me, Davy!" she sobbed hotly. "Watch Mother, baby! Ooooo, honey, can you do it? Can you come… in my panties?"

Davy's only reply was quicker gaspings.

Molly wanted to come, wanted to very badly, yet each time she felt as if it would happen, something seemed to make it go away. Feverishly, she shoved both hands between her legs, and wantonly began to open and close the hairy lips of her pussy, smashing them against her clit. Tears were flowing from her eyes as she strained to come, feeling total abandonment with her son watching as he jacked off with her panties.

"Oh, damn it! Damn it!" she cried, suddenly smashing her fingers against her clit violently, agitating it almost brutally.

Her hips whipped about in jerky motion as she rubbed in a frenzy at her swollen clit. Her eyes never left her son's cock or pounding fist.

"Oh, Davy!" she cried, her lovely face contorting with torment. "I can't! Damn, damn, damn! I can't come!"

Davy heard his mother's frustrated cries, but his balls were aching now, drawing tightly into his crotch. His fist banged up and down with frantic movement, his young eyes burning on his mother's hairy pussy, watching her fingers flying in a frenzy. He heard the wet sounds she made, and began to moan softly.

With a jerk of his body, creamy come juice gushed out of his cock.

Molly sobbed as she watched her panties drenched with his come juice.

Davy kept jacking his cock as he came, and within moments, her panties were soaked with that creamy sweetness.

For a moment, Davy slumped in the chair, his eyes dreamy, his mother's panties dangling from the head of his cock. Then, with a sudden blush, he jerked her panties away and flung them to the table. He jumped to his feet, and while stuffing his cock back into his cut-offs, ran from the kitchen.