Kathy Andrews - Davy_s loving mother

Then, just what she was afraid of happened. A quick gust of wind caught her skirt, and it billowed upward. With a squeal, Molly tried to fight it down, but her son behind her giggled. He had caught a glimpse of her upper thighs and a very quick peek at her tight panties before Molly got the skirt down again. Embarrassed, she looked around to see if anyone other than her son had noticed.

What few people she saw were not paying any attention to her. She looked over her shoulder at her son again, and she saw the head of his cock barely peeking from the fringe of his cut-offs. With a sharp intake of breath, she shook her head at him, but Davy paid her no mind. His eyes were glued to her ass, framed in her yellow skirt.

She paused, waiting for her son to catch up with her, to warn him about his cock. But Davy stopped, too. After looking around again. Molly started walking again. After her first embarrassment, she found she wanted her skirt to blow up again.

Inside the small clothing store, she tried to keep her son close, hoping his hard-on would not be seen by anyone. Fortunately, there were not many shoppers, and she began to search through racks of shirts. She had no intention of purchasing a shirt, but another idea had come to her. Davy was close, and as they stood near a ring of shirts, she shoved her hand down and caught the head of his cock. She pulled his prick from the leg of his cut-offs, making Davy giggle wickedly. With a quick glance around, Molly ducked down and into the tightly packed new shirts.

Davy stood pressed at the shirts, his cock boldly exposed. Squatting in her hidden position, Molly licked her lips, gazing at her son's cock. The head was swollen, very smooth, and clear liquid beaded from his piss hole. She leaned forward through the shirts, kissing the head of his cock. She heard her son gasp, then his hips thrust forward. Trying to swallow a giggle, Molly ran the flat surface of her tongue about Davy's prick, tasting him. Her cunt pulsated inside her skimpy panties, and she could resist sliding a hand under her yellow skirt. Rubbing at her pantied cunt, she closed her lips about the head of her son's cock, her tongue licking. After she sucked him a moment, she pulled off and whispered.

"You keep a look out, Davy. Let me know if a salesperson starts our way."

Davy didn't answer by voice, but pressed his throbbing cock toward her face. Molly swallowed, hungry to have his cock inside her mouth. She licked her tongue across his piss hole, tasting the hot juice dripping there. With a very soft moan she could not suppress, Molly opened her mouth and gulped her son's cock into it. She closed her lips tightly about his prick, swallowing it to her throat. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue pressing upward to shove Davy's hard cock against the roof. Davy made a strangling sound, and she pulled from him.

"Shhhhh!" she warned.

And pulled his cock back into her mouth.

With her hand under her skirt, her fingers rubbing at her pantied cunt, Molly started sucking her son off. She felt she had to suck him off quickly, or they might be caught. She bobbed her head back and forth, her wet, hot lips gliding smoothly. She kept her tongue in constant motion. The heat of her cunt increased, and she pressed hard at the crotch of her panties, smashing her long clit, stuffing the nylon into her juicy pussylips.

She felt her son's hand slip through the shirts and rest on top of her head. He started to move, to work his hips, and she was afraid he would be seen. She sucked as hard as she could, drawing tightly, desperate to have him coming off into her mouth before someone saw them. Molly fought the desire to whimper and moan with pleasure. She slipped her finger into the crotch of her panties, rubbing almost brutally at her burning cunt. She managed to stop her hungry moans, but there was nothing she could do about the wet sucking sounds she made. Her pussy was on fire, and reluctantly she removed her hand. She couldn't make herself come, knowing she would scream with the convulsion, yet he couldn't stop touching herself as she sucked greedily on her son's cock. She caressed the creamy smoothness of her inner thighs, letting her cunt throb with wet heat, hoping she wouldn't come.

Davy's cock throbbed hotly inside her mouth, and she felt him pressing down on her head. She knew he was struggling to be quiet, and that he was getting ready to come. With swift darts of her mouth, she fucked his cock as fast as she could. Sliding the tips of her fingers into his cut-offs, she fingered his balls, finding them hard and hot. His cock seemed to become larger between her lips, and her throat burned with anticipation. The hot gasp Davy made caused her to jerk. For a moment she thought he was letting her know someone was approaching, but then her mouth was suddenly filled with the thick, hot come juice. Gurgling softly, Molly began to swallow, her tongue tight on his cock. The fiery come juice gushed into her mouth, splashing the back of her throat. She choked once, then recovered and began to swallow with hunger, her tongue sliding about his spewing piss hole. Her cunt became tight, her pussylips sucking inward, her cunt feeling ready to burst.

With a final squirt of come juice in her mouth, Molly pulled her lips from his cock, and quickly pressed her hand to her mouth, cutting off her soft squeal as her cunt contracted. The hand against her lips was the one she had used to feel her cunt, and the pussy juices seemed to sear them. To her surprise, she began to lick at her fingers as she squatted, hidden by the shirts, coming powerfully. Her body shook and she was in danger of falling, on her ass.

It was a moment or so when she realized her son was no longer pressing his cock through the shirts. When she felt strong enough to crawl out, she stopped suddenly.

There was a cock sliding through the shirts, and it wasn't her son's cock. This cock was long and thick and with a bulbous cockhead. Molly stared at it, suddenly afraid. The shirts parted a bit, and then she saw the slacks, the fly gaping open, a pair of hairy balls exposed. She drew her head back as the cock seemed to be searching for her mouth. She was shaking with fear, yet unable to crawl away. If she did, she would be even.

The cock jerked up and down only inches from her face, the cockhead huge and smooth, the piss hole wide open. The balls looked loaded, and she could see them writhe. A big hand moved through the shirts, and Molly felt it on her head. She started to jerk her head backward, but the hand pulled her face forward.

Wondering why her son had not warned her, and where he had gone off to, Molly found herself in a position where she had to suck this strange cock or be found out. Maybe she would be found out anyway. Yet she didn't have much choice. With her face flushed with embarrassment, she found the head of this big cock brushing back and forth on her lips, from one corner to the other. The dripping juices smeared her lips, making them slippery, and the big hand on her head was urging her to take the cock between her lips.

As the head pressed against her lips, Molly found it impossible to resist. Impossible because the hand on her head was pulling her forward and the cock was moving between her lips. Her lips opened and the cock brushed her teeth. Silently sobbing, Molly found herself with a mouthful of strange cock. This one stretched her lips very wide, almost painfully so. It was so big she could hardly take it into her mouth. But the hand on her head kept puffing slowly. Her mouth filled, the hard cock crowding her tongue.

She didn't think she could take any more cock, it was so big.

The swollen prickhead pressed at her throat, but that was as far as it could go. Still, half the unknown man's cock was still out of her mouth. She had never seen such a huge cock before, and fearful that he would ram it down her throat and choke her, Molly began to suck as best she could. In that way, she thought, she could make this stranger come and she could find some way to get away. The faster she made him come, the better it would be.