Kathy Andrews: Davy_s loving mother

Drawing her feet forward, Molly used the muscles of her thighs to bounce up and down. She dug hard into her tits, her bulging nipples straining past her fingers. The slapping of her cunt on his cock seemed loud, and there was a delicious, liquid sound. Davy stared hotly, watching his mother's crotch. He saw the way her hairy cunt wrapped about his prick, saw her extra-long clit sliding up and down. His cock glistened with the juices of her pussy, his balls glowing with fullness.

"Ohhhh, yes, honey!" Molly hissed hotly, churning and thrashing on top of her son. "Yes, yes!"

Davy gave in to the urge to lift his hips, to meet the down thrust of his mother's fiery cunt. He pumped upwards as she came down, withdrawing as she lifted. He stared at his cock fucking into that wet, hairy cunt with hot eyes, fascinated and excited.

Molly leaned forward, her hands on the bed at each of her son's shoulders. As she slammed her cunt up and down, her tits jiggled. Her eyes were wide open, but unseeing. She sobbed and cried out, gasping hotly. She twisted and swung her pantied ass round and round, her cunt corkscrewing on his cock. She stretched her long legs down his, her tits smashing in his face. She shoved her arms far above her son's head, and with her hot thighs tight along his, she began to pump her ass up and down, fucking him. The only part of her body that moved was her ass.

Davy felt his mother's tits resting on each side of his face, his nose and mouth pressed between them. He hardly moved, not sure what he was supposed to do. He strained his hips upward, but wasn't thinking. His mother's ass pounded furiously, her cunt taking his cock deeply and with hard plunging motions. His hands pressed at his own hips as he struggled to breathe.

Although Molly felt her son's breath searing her flesh between her tits, she was absorbed with the ecstasy filling her cunt, with the throbbing hardness of his young cock penetrating her cunt. Her cunt burned and tingled with another swelling orgasm. The cheeks of her rounded ass, encased in her tight panties, bunched and flexed with her efforts.

With a wet sobbing sound, Molly's hands rushed down her son's sides, underneath his ass. She clutched at the young tightness of his ass cheeks, lifting him as she rammed her cunt up and down. She clung to his ass tightly, her fingers digging into the flesh. Her cunt slammed fast and hard, and each time she smashed her clit at the base of his cock, she grunted with rapture. Fire shot through her skin, searing the ends of her nerves, her cunt becoming insatiable. She slammed down hard, with his cock deep inside her boiling cunt, and began to grind wildly, gasping and sobbing with the unbelievable bliss.

"Oooooh, Davy, Davy!" she whimpered, lifting her chest off his face. "Oh, baby, it's going to happen again! I'm going to come again!"

Molly stretched her head up, her eyes clamped shut. She panted and gasped hotly, straining her cunt as hard as she could onto her son's hard cock. The checks of her ass tightened. She pulled up on Davy's ass, trying desperately to get more of his hard cock into her greedy cunt.

"Oh! Ohhhhh, my Lord!" she yelped.

Her hips jerked, then the orgasm exploded.

A scream bellowed from Molly as she came. This orgasm was more powerful than the others, threatening to rip her to pieces. Her cunt clawed and sucked at Davy's cock, hot wet waves pulling on it.

Davy's cock felt as if it were being pulled from his body. He gritted his teeth, his hands turning into tight fists.

Molly, her cunt contracting with mind shattering ecstasy, screamed. "Grab my ass, Davy! Ohhhh, please, grab my ass and squeeze it hard! Hold Mother's ass, Davy!"

Davy's hands shot past her shaking hips, his fingers spreading over the stretching nylon of her panties. At the same time, he shoved upward with his cock, an explosion of air gushing out of his lungs.

Molly shrieked.

Davy's cock was squirting rapidly, sending thick spurts of his come juice into her cunt. Molly thought she could feel his come juice spattering the hot, velvet walls of her cunt, but wasn't sure. Each throb of his cock against the tight lips of her cunt increased the mindless power of her own orgasm. "Davy!" she screamed. "Mother!"

Molly smashed her cunt as hard as she could onto her son's spurting cock, her clit crushed at his cock base. She was certain her son was filling her cunt more than it had ever been filled before. Her orgasm burned throughout the expanse of her crotch, making the hairy lips of her cunt blister, causing her asshole to suck inward.

Molly didn't know when it ended. She lost several seconds.

She went limp on top of her son, gasping for air. She became aware that his cock was slowly slipping out of her cunt, and with a groan, she lifted herself from him. She stood weakly at the side of his bed, one hand cupped between her thighs, pressing at her cunt. She felt his come juice dripping out of her pussy and onto her palm.

Suddenly, she giggled.

Then Davy was giggling with her.

Molly thought a long time about what she had done.

She couldn't find any shame or guilt. What she found was pleasure, total and absolute ecstasy. All night, her cunt burned and pulsated as if demanding more of her son's cock. Despite that, she slept alone.

She woke up and turned her head on the pillow. At the edge of the bed were her panties. A slow smile spread over her face as she picked them up. The crotch was sticky with come juice, and with a fuck of her wrist, she tossed them to the floor. Stretching luxuriously, she swung her long legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Again she stretched, catching sight of her reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall. Her tits strained outward as she stood on tiptoe, anus high above her head. Impishly, she stuck her tongue out at herself and entered her bathroom. As she filled the tub, she sat on the toilet and pissed, her piss hissing deliciously into the water.

Before she stepped into the tub, she heard her son down the hallway. She had one foot inside the tub when Davy entered, grinning at her. Molly stood, giving her son all the time he wanted to look at her. She winked, then stepped into the water and sank down, her nipples just above the surface. She sat in the tub looking at him, seeing the head of his cock showing beneath the fringe of his cut-offs.

"Are you going somewhere?" she asked, finding her voice husky already.

"No," he said, staring at her tits.

"Then why are you wearing those?"

"I have to wear something, don't I?"

"Not around me, you don't." She grinned. "You have a lot of goodies I just love to see."

Without hesitation, Davy stepped to the toilet, puffing his cock from the fringe of his cut-offs. Molly gasped and stared at the head of his cock. The golden stream of his piss gushed into the toilet. Molly's breath caught in her throat as she gazed at him pissing. Beneath the water, she felt a lurch of her clit then the starting of a tingling hunger inside her cunt. She slipped her hand under the water and between her thighs. She gently rubbed at her clit and cunt, her eyes sparkling with heat as she watched her son piss. When he finished, she made a soft moan as he shook his cock, the final bead of piss dropping from the piss hole.

Davy lowered the toilet cover and sat on it, watching his mother. His eyes fixed upon her tits, and he ran his tongue over his lips.

"Breakfast isn't ready," she said, softly.

Davy grinned at his mother. "I see my breakfast, Mother," he said.

Molly giggled, lifting her free hand to her tit and cupping it. "You want to suck my tits, honey?" she asked. "After last night, I thought you might not want… I'm not sure what I thought."

Davy glanced at his mother, and pulled his cock from his cut-offs. Unabashedly, he closed his fingers about it and began to jerk up and down slowly. Molly gasped in pleasure as she watched him jerking his cock. The fingers under the water at her cunt moved faster, agitating her swollen clit and poking between her cuntlips a few times.