Kathy Andrews - Mom_s wet panties

She liked seeing him in his tight Jockey shorts, his balls cupped and cock straining. She loved the way his young ass was molded in the white fabric.

She handed him his sandwich and a glass of milk. As her son turned to place them on the table, Joyce moved swiftly up behind him squatting down. She shoved his shorts into the crack of his ass and pinched one ass cheek. Jerry yelped and started to jerk away, but then changed his mind and arched his ass into his mother's face.

"Mmmmm, sweet," Joyce murmured as she licked up and down the cheeks of his ass. "Your ass is as sweet as your cock, baby."

She ran her tongue all about his ass cheeks, down the backs of his thighs, then up again. She clawed the seat of his shorts away, lapping her tongue up and down the crack of his ass. With a lewd giggle, she probed for his asshole with the tip of her tongue.

"Oh, even your asshole is sweet," she gurgled as her tongue lapped the heat of his inner ass cheeks, barely touching the tight pucker of his asshole. "Bend over, baby."

"What are you gonna do, Mother?"

"Eat your asshole, that's what I'm going to do," she groaned with perverse pleasure. "I want to lick your fucking little asshole, that's what I want to do."

Giggling, Jerry leaned over, bracing himself by holding his knees. Joyce held the seat of his shorts wide, peering at the spreading of his ass cheeks. She saw the twinkling of his asshole, and with a hungry moan, shoved her face between the cheeks of his hot ass, licking in a frenzy at his asshole, circling it and tapping directly on his ass pucker. She pressed her lips around his asshole and sucked hard, then began trying to fuck her tongue up his ass.

Jerry was still giggling with the lewd pleasure of his mother's tongue lapping his asshole, shaking his ass into her face. He rammed his ass back, bringing his hands off his knees and grabbing his ass, pulling the ass cheeks apart for her. Joyce mewled and pressed the wet tip of her tongue hard against his asshole, feeling it give. As his asshole stretched, she shoved her tongue as deep as she could, licking about, then started tongue-fucking him in the ass.

"You're making my cock hard, Mother!" he giggled, waggling his ass against her face.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, darting a hand in front of him and clutching at his cock through the shorts.

His prick was hard, as he said, and she squeezed it while tongue-sucking him in the ass. Jerry pressed his ass cheeks against his mother's checks, then pulled them wide again. He was making choking sounds as Joyce thrust her tongue as deep as she could, tongue-fucking him with eager whimpers. She squeezed his throbbing cock very hard, moving her hand on it through his shorts.

She felt his asshole become tight around her tongue, and with a perverse feeling of pleasure, squeezed his cock hard and rammed her tongue in and out of his asshole swiftly.

"Mother!" Jerry yelled. "You better stop you're gonna make me come!"

"Mmmmm!" Joyce moaned, tongue-fucking her son in his asshole furiously, squeezing his cock as hard as she could. The throbbing power of his cock in her hand and the heat of his asshole on her tongue and lips sent a searing fire to her cunt.

Jerry groaned loudly.

Joyce felt his asshole flexing on her tongue, squeezing and loosening, and at the same time he came off inside his shorts. She felt the hot wetness of his come juice soaking through his shorts, and she fucked her tongue deeply into his asshole.

After he finished coming, she pulled her tongue away, kissing his asshole once, then stood up.

"That will teach you to walk around showing your ass, Jerry," she laughed.

"You do it, too," he reminded her.

"Sure, but I beat you to it, didn't I? I knew you've been thinking of tongue-fucking my asshole."

"I wasn't," he protested.

"Of course not," she smiled, looking at the front of his shorts. "You sure are a mess now."

"I'll have to change."

"Why? I just might do it again."

She ran her hand about his wet shorts, then brought it to her mouth, licking her palm.

They ate lunch, chattering with each other, most of the conversation about Pamie, with Jerry wondering what the exquisite young girl would do Saturday.

"Oh, don't worry," Joyce told him. "Pamie will do anything you and I do. You can count on that. She's a hot little cunt, you know."

They carried the conversation into the living room, where they turned playful. They began to wrestle about on the floor. Jerry began to tickle his mother, making her laugh as she tried to stop him.

"Stop, you idiot!" she groaned. "You're going to make me pee my panties! Come on, Jerry, stop!"

"So pee in your panties, Mother," he laughed, digging his fingers into her sides. "Who cares if you pee in your panties?"

"I do, you nut!" she howled. "This isn't the bathroom, you know! Now stop it before I piss all over the floor!"

But Jerry refused to stop. Joyce was particularly ticklish on her inner thighs near her cunt, and when Jerry found this out, he tickled her unmercifully as she rolled and twisted, trying to get away from him. She was on her back, lifting her legs into the air and trying to hold them together. Her cunt, concealed in the sandy-colored panties, pooched out. Darting his mouth to it, Jerry sucked at his mother's cunt as he tickled her sides again. Joyce squealed, half in delight and half in torment.

Jerry began to lick at the backs of her thighs, still tickling her. "Ohhh, damn you!" she shouted. "Now look what you made me do! I pissed in my fucking panties!"

Jerry saw the wetness spreading about the crotch of his mother's panties, and he laughed in childish pleasure. "You sure did, Mother!"

"I told you," she panted. "I always piss in my panties if I'm tickled. Now, you little pussy-licker, turn me loose so I can change."

"I wanna see you piss again," he said. "Come on, Mother, let me see you piss in your panties again!"

"Why?" she asked, feeling her pulse race.

"It excites me," he said.

She was on her back, legs lifted and knees toward her shoulders. "Like on that porch?" she asked. "Did that excite you?"

"I almost came before you fucked me," her son said.

"I thought so," Joyce replied.

"Well, are you gonna do it for me?" he urged.

"If you want me to," she teased in a throaty voice.

"Pee the way you are now, with your ass up."

Joyce didn't have to try hard. She was intensely excited. If her son had not brought it up, she would have sooner or later, she knew. She squirted piss against her panties, stopped it, and squirted again, watching him. Jerry's eyes burned as he watched the wetness of his mother's crotch spread until her panties were drenched. Piss ran over her doubled-over stomach and along her ass cheeks to her back.

Jerry ran his hand up his mother's ass and placed his hand on her cunt, feeling her warm piss against his palm. His cock lurched into a full, throbbing hard-on. He stood up, pulling his cock out of his shorts and pressing the cockhead against her piss-wet panties, rubbing it around as she pissed.

"Does it feel good, baby?" she asked in a thick, whispery voice.

"I like it, Mother," he replied, watching his cock become wet with her piss. "I like it a lot."

Moaning in delight, Joyce continued to piss in her panties as her son rubbed the head of his swollen cock back and forth over the crotch, along her cunt slit. Jerry moved the tip of his prick into the tight band, starting to press into his mother's cunt as she pissed, but before he could accomplish the penetration, Joyce finished pissing.

"Aw, shit, Mother," he complained. "I was gonna fuck you."

"While I pee?"

"I was gonna try," he said.

"We have all the time in the world, honey." She let her ass down. "Now you know what happens to me when I get tickled, so be careful."