Kathy Andrews - Davy_s loving mother

But when she tried to suck, she found she couldn't. All she could do was slide her lips back and forth on the throbbing, thick prickshaft. She heard a moan from the faceless man, and without touching him, Molly began fucking him with her mouth. She didn't have to hold her lips tight; his cock did that for her. Her tongue was pressed downward, and she could feel his swollen cockhead brushing back and forth on the roof of her mouth. She heard the unknown man sigh as she darted her lips back and forth. This time her cunt didn't swell, although her clit started to throb. It was partly with fear of discovery, but also because she wasn't very comfortable with the size of this cock.

Her lips felt as if they would split as she pushed and pulled her mouth on the man's prick. She closed her eyes, and tried to make him come swiftly.

Without a sound, the man came.

Boiling come juice squirted from his huge piss hole, nearly choking Molly. She tried to keep from swallowing it, but it came so fast and hard, it ran down her throat anyway. Her mouth filled time and again, and the creamy juices of his balls seeped from her tightly stretched lips and ran to her chin. She tried once to pull off his cock, but he held her face tightly on it, his prick throbbing with spurt after spurt.

Then the cock was gone.

Molly remained squatting, wiping at her chin and lips. Her lips felt bruised, and she was afraid to sneak from the packed shirts.

"You can come out now, Mother," she heard her son whisper. "He's gone."

Peeking fearfully from the shirts, Molly moved forward, and then stood up, her legs like rubber. She looked around, her face burning with embarrassment. She saw only one man, and he was leaving the store. A young woman lounged near the cashier's desk, and there was no one else around.

"I told you to warn me," Molly hissed. "Why didn't you tell me there was someone watching us?"

"I didn't have time, Mother," Davy said. "He was standing behind me when I turned around. I couldn't warn you. What happened?"

"I got fucked in the mouth, that's what happened," Molly said, her face flushed pink. "That son of a bitch made me suck his cock off."

"I'm sorry, Mother," Davy said, looking down shyly. "I didn't have time to let you know he was there."

"I understand, Davy," she replied, hugging him quickly. "It isn't your fault. I should have known better than to try that in a store."

She found the shorts she wanted to buy for her son. She kept tasting the come juice of the man in her mouth, and there was a quivering in her cunt. The insides of her thighs were slippery with her own juices. She paid for the shorts and hurried out with her son close behind her. She felt as if everyone knew what she had done, and she looked straight ahead of her and walked hurriedly, Davy behind her again.

They were halfway home when she stopped, Davy came up beside her, and Molly giggled suddenly.

"That was crazy," she said. "Sucking some asshole off in a store, and not knowing who he was."

Davy grinned. "Did you like it, Mother?"

Molly thought about it for a moment, then with her eyes sparkling, nodded her head. "I liked it, but he was too big. I couldn't suck him very well at all."

Davy grinned again. "But you liked it, huh?"

"I was so afraid! I thought I would piss my panties, honey," she said, laughing in a low sound. "But, yes… I enjoyed it."

"Did it make your cunt hot, Mother?"

Molly looked about quickly. They were the only ones on the sidewalk. She grabbed her son's hand, jerked it under her skirt and pressed his palm over her crotch.

"Is that hot enough?" she whispered, smearing his hand into her drenched panties.

Davy giggled as she released his hand. He lifted his hand to his face and kissed his wet fingers. Molly moaned softly, and grabbed his hand again. "We've got to hurry home now," she said.

"Why?"

"Because I'll come right here if we don't!" She began skipping like a child, gripping her son's hand tightly. The wind plastered her yellow dress against her slender body, but now she didn't care if it blew up. She didn't care if it blew over her head and five dozen people saw her shapely ass.

Turning up the walk to the house, she said: "You better have a hard cock by the time I get the door open, Davy."

She fumbled with the lock, her fingers shaking so badly she had some trouble. Behind her, Davy was grinning. The wind had her skirt molded against his slender thighs and ass, and his cock was already lifting out of his cut-offs.

With a sudden giggle, Davy flipped his mother's skirt upward, and the wind pressed it there. He stared at his mother's pantied ass, exposed to anyone who might be looking.

The door opened, and Molly darted into the house, shrieking in alarm.

Slamming the door as soon as her son was in the house, Molly whirled on him.

"You little sneak!" she cried, and immediately jerked his cut-offs down. His cock swung free, jutting upward. "You want everyone to see my ass, do you?"

She was laughing as she clutched at his cock. With her free hand, she was trying to get out of her dress. Davy pulled the straps off her shoulders, and somehow, between the two of them, with Molly, clinging to his cock, they managed to unzip the dress. It fell at her feet, and she stood in her flimsy panties. Davy's fingers jerked the soaked crotch of his mother's panties aside, and Molly pressed her naked son backward until he leaned against the door. She spread her legs and fitted his hard cock to her bushy cunt. She was just tall enough, Davy just short enough, so that his cock fit into her hairy cunt as they stood there.

With a gurgle of pleasure, Molly stuffed her son's cock into her cunt and began jiggling her ass up and down, fucking him. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh. She hissed and whimpered as she squirmed her hips up and down, her cunt riding his cock. Davy leaned against the door, gasping with pleasure.

"Flip my dress up outside, would you!" Molly panted, thrusting her cunt onto his cock hard. "Show Mother's ass, would you? Not tell me some fucking strange man was watching me suck your cock, would you? Walk off while I have to suck that fucking cock in the store, would you? I'll show you, Davy! I'll fuck your young cock off! Mother's cunt will burn your fucking cock off!"

"Do it, Mother!" he gasped, grabbing for her hips. "Fuck my cock off, Mother! Fuck it hard, Mother!"

But Molly yanked her ass backwards.

With a single motion, she stripped her panties off. Then she once again spread her thighs and pulled her son's cock into her cunt. She churned her naked ass furiously, fucking him easily as they stood there. She brought her panties to his face, smearing the pussy-wet crotch about his mouth.

"Taste my panties," she hissed hotly. "Suck on the crotch of my pussy-wet panties, Davy!"

She stuffed her panties into his mouth, and seeing him sucking at the crotch so eagerly sent wild fire through Molly. She humped her hips powerfully, the upper part of her body almost rigid. She watched his young face contort with rapture.

"Hold my hips, Davy!" she urged. "Hold Mother's hips, because I'm going to fuck your hard cock so fast! Ohhh, hang on, Davy! Suck on my panties and hang on tight!"

She could feel his cock throbbing with the sensitive lips of her hairy cunt. Her extra-long clit seemed to become the size of his cock as she smashed it time and again at his cockroot. She shoved her hand down and squeezed his tight balls, squealing with ecstasy. Leaving his balls, she scooted her hand feverishly behind him. Cupping a tight cheek of her son's ass, she strained her cunt to him, whimpering hotly. Davy's knees bent as he tried to hump his cock up and down in his mother's thrashing cunt. He had sucked half her panties into his mouth, and his eyes rolled about with rapture. Molly gasped and clung to his shoulder with one hand, the other clasping a naked cheek of his ass. She pounded frantically on his cock, feeling an orgasm starting to burn and bubble deep inside her cunt.