Kathy Andrews: Davy_s loving mother

Molly started to call after him, but stopped herself.

She had seen the sudden embarrassment on his face, and knew he had to be alone for a while. She moved on shaking legs to the table, picking up her panties. The inside of the crotch was soaked with his come juice, glistening wetly.

Picking her panties up, she gazed at the evidence of his desires. With a shiver she drew the panties to her face. She closed her eyes as a sensation of rapture seemed to burn through her naked body. Suddenly, she shoved the crotch of her panties into her mouth, sucking at the come juice her son had placed there. She tasted Davy's young come juice, finding it hot and sweet. She sucked hard at her panties and her tongue running about the crotch.

And she came.

The explosion of her orgasm ripped her to pieces. Her eyes shot open and she shook hard, her cunt convulsing like never before. She stood near the table, coming wildly, her panties dangling from her lips, eyes huge but not seeing anything.

The orgasm seemed to go on for a long time, and when it finally ended, she was so weak she slumped into Davy's chair, leaning on the table with her head on her arms.

She had never come so strongly in her life.

Molly wasn't troubled by what happened in the least.

She allowed her son to remain in his room for some time, then went down the hall, her robe covering her once more.

She found Davy sprawled across his bed, face down. She stood and looked down upon him, her eyes seeing his young back, his young thighs. She listened to him breathing, and then sat on the edge of his bed. She placed her hand on his back soothingly.

"What's wrong, Davy?" she asked in a soft voice. "Didn't you enjoy that, honey?"

Davy turned onto his back. Molly saw tears in his eyes.

"Oh, Davy! Please, honey," she said. "It's okay. I took my robe off for you, didn't I?"

"That's not it, Mother," he said. "I feel terrible."

"Why should you feel terrible?" she asked, caressing his chest. "I was the one that changed panties last night. I was the one that took my robe off a while ago. Davy, I asked you to show me what you did with my panties."

"I know, Mother," he said. "But… isn't that supposed to be weird? You know, strange. Because I like doing that with your panties, does that mean I'm some kind of nut?"

"Oh, no!" Molly said. "You're not any kind of nut, darling."

She leaned down and kissed his forehead, her hand on his stomach, her fingers at the waist of his cut-offs.

"If you enjoy that, do it," she whispered, running her hand along his stomach lightly. "Who can say what's wrong with it? You'd be surprised at what people do when they're alone. Men and women both. It's no one's business what you do, darling. Not even mine."

She moved her fingers along the waist of his cut-offs, slipping them just underneath for a moment. She drew one leg onto his bed, and the robe opened to expose her thigh almost, to her crotch. She noticed her son looking, and grinned. She took his hand and placed it on her thigh, feeling how hot his palm was.

Davy squirmed, his hand trembling on her thigh. Molly slipped her hand across his stomach again as she looked down at him. She slowly drew her hand across his cut-offs, pausing lightly on his cock, then moved her hand to his thigh. She stroked his thigh, her fingertips slipping under the fringe of his shorts.

"It's no one's business," she whispered again. "If you like to play with my panties, baby, you can play with my panties."

She probed under his shorts, the tip of her finger brushing at his precious balls, then pulling back. She felt her son tremble, and his fingers tightened against her thigh.

"Mother, would you let me… you know, see you in your panties again?"

"Of course," she gurgled softly. "I'll put a pair on right now and let you look at me. It's our business, isn't it? I'd love to let you see me in panties again."

"When?" Davy asked, showing excitement once more.

"When would you like?"

"Now?"

Molly let a soft hiss of pleasure escape her lips. She closed her palm over her son's crotch briefly, cupping his cock and balls. She gave them a tender squeeze, then stood up.

"Why not now?" she said. "We have all day, don't we?"

Davy nodded, his young eyes bright with excitement.

"I'll be right back," she murmured, and left him.

In her room, Molly pulled a pair of skimpy panties from her chest. They were very frilly, with black lace covering the front all the way to the crotch. The seat of them was blue, and they were trimmed with black. The lace in the front concealed nothing. She knew her son would like this pair, and she slipped them on. They hugged her hips with two narrow elastic bands. She adjusted the thin crotch so dark curls of hair swirled from it. She left her robe on her bed, and returned to her son's room.

Davy's eyes opened with pleasure as she stepped into the bedroom.

Molly paused, posing with one hip jutting, her tits lifted and her nipples arching to the ceiling. Dave stared open-mouthed with delight, his eyes very hot.

"You like them?" Molly asked softly.

"Golly, Mother!" Davy gulped, licking his lips. "They're beautiful!"

Molly moved toward her son, hips swaying. She loved the way he looked at her, his eyes going from her naked tits to her pantied hips. Her chestnut-colored hair framed her smoldering expression.

She stood at the side of his bed, and opened her legs. The tight band stretched cross her cunt. The shape of her pussy hair could be seen dearly through the lace. With a lewd mewling sound, Molly turned around, arching her pantied ass suggestively. She looked at her son over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with erotic wetness. The lower half of her smooth ass showed, white against the tan of her thighs. She saw her son lick his lips again, and playfully wagged her ass before facing him once more.

"Do you really like these panties?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, Mother!"

Leaning over, Molly shoved her hand under the fringed leg of his shorts. She touched his balls with her fingertips, then pushed her fingers around it. But his shorts were too tight for that.

"I want it out," she said huskily, fumbling with his shorts. "I want to see it in the open, baby!"

Molly opened her son's shorts, and his cock jerked upward. With a squeal she grabbed his cock tightly. She stared as his cockhead bulged, and the throbbing of it seemed to move all the way up her arm.

Davy grunted as his mother squeezed his cock.

"I need your panties, Mother!" he gasped. "Feel them," she moaned. "Feel my panties on me! It's okay, darling! Touch me! Feel Mother's panties while I'm wearing them."

Davy's hand moved up her thigh, stroking her hip. Molly shook her ass as he leaned over and began to pump on her son's cock. Davy shoved his hand to his mother's ass, feeling the stretching nylon eagerly. Molly shivered as her son ran his hand about her ass from cheek to cheek. She clutched his hard cock tightly, mewling softly, staring at his rounded cockhead, watching him drip from his piss hole. Davy hesitated about shoving his hand between her thighs, but Molly understood.

She released his cock and stood up, spreading her legs. She grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand to her cunt, making his fingers cup it. She then pressed her legs together.

"Feel how hot that is, baby?" she gasped. "That's what you do to Mother! You make me hot, right there!"

Davy gurgled as his cock throbbed. He could feel the heat of his mother's cunt through the thin band of her panties. He made a tentative rub, and Molly gurgled this time, her hips twisting.

"Oooooh, yes, Davy! Feel me, honey!" she urged in a thick voice. "Feel Mother's pussy, baby! Feel my panties… feel them all you want to feel! Play with me, Davy! Please, honey, play with Mother!"