Kathy Andrews - Mom_s wet panties

As the last drop of his come juice entered her mouth, Joyce relaxed, holding Jerry's prick between her lips and moving her tongue about the piss hole slowly and caressingly, fondling his ass tenderly. As his cock softened in her mouth, she pulled it deep, then managed to get his balls in, too. She held her son's cock in her mouth for a long time, breathing heavily, eyes closed as she shivered in a warm glow of perverse ecstasy. Her hands moved about his ass, shoving under his shorts and stroking lightly at his asshole, bringing a happy moan from Jerry.

Finally Joyce pushed him off her face. She sat up, grinning lewdly at her son.

"What happened?" she whispered.

"I think we got too excited, Mother," he said, stretching out on his back, arms above his head and legs wide.

"That must be it," she agreed. "I've never done anything like that before, with anyone."

"Pissing, you mean?"

She nodded her head.

"Well, I like it," her son replied. "You know what, Mother? When I sucked on your panties, tasting the piss in them, I almost came."

"Wonderful," she purred, stroking his balls. "Because… I liked it, too."

Every time Joyce passed the vacant house where it had all started, she could not help feeling affection for the place. She wanted to return some evening with her son, repeat the events of that night, perhaps make it better, even.

She wondered if it would be considered breaking and entering if she went in to look it over. She could ask the real estate office to let her see the place, but that would defeat her real purpose. It might be exciting to take her son in and fuck him someplace, the living room, bedroom, bathroom, wherever. It would be an adventure, a lark, she thought.

She stood looking at the porch now, the swing where she had first fucked Jerry in the darkness, with car lights illuminating them briefly. Again she wondered if anyone had seen them. She didn't think so, but she felt it would have been awfully exciting if they had been.

It was not yet time for Jerry to come home from school, and if she waited here, he was bound to come by on his way home. She walked up the sidewalk to the porch. She looked behind the swing where she had pissed, but there was no longer any evidence of it. She sat on the swing, rocking back and forth slowly, looking out on the residential street. The feeling of excitement came over her. She felt deliciously wicked as she rocked back and forth, the soft creaking of the swing providing a surprisingly erotic sound. She grinned, then giggled in a childish manner. Running her palms along her thighs, caressing herself through her dress, she stared at the sunlit street. No one was out in any of the yards.

"Why not?" she whispered softly, and she slipped her dress up until it was gathered in her lap. She opened her legs and rubbed at her cunt. She was not wearing panties, hoping her son would enjoy it. He would, she knew, because Jerry was excited by everything they had done. She had, in the past day, convinced him to go without underwear.

Joyce always became excited when she saw a cock-bulge on a man. It would make her cunt twitch and her mouth water.

Recalling seeing her son's cock dangling in his pants so sweetly that morning as he went off to school, Joyce rocked gently on the porch swing, rubbing at her naked cunt, feeling so wicked it sent rippling chills of pleasure up and down her spine. Although she still gazed out onto the street, she saw nothing except what was in her mind. She could sit there, rock back and forth, in broad daylight, and make herself come, and no one would ever know about it until she told her son. There was something exciting about doing this, something that bubbled like some consuming fire in the pit of her stomach, something that seemed to force her into it.

Joyce didn't fight against the feeling, she never fought against any kind of erotic feeling. She leaned forward and peered at her bushy cunt as her finger rubbed her rigid clit.

"You hot cunt," she whispered to herself. "Can't get enough hard cock, can you? Want to get fucked and sucked and… and pissed on, don't you, cunt?"

She looked up, still rubbing at her cunt. Her heart leaped when she saw it was Jerry, walking home alone. She jumped from the swing, waving at her son. Jerry saw his mother, his face splitting into a wide smile as he came up the sidewalk to her.

"Hey, little boy," Joyce said, "how would you like to have a piece of hot ass?"

"Gosh, lady," Jerry giggled, playing the game with her. "I don't know. I gotta hurry home. My mother's waiting and she always makes me fuck her as soon as I get in the door."

"It won't take long," she said. "My cunt is terribly hot and wet, and I've just been waiting for a handsome young man like you. We'll make it a quicky and she won't know."

"I'll tell her," Jerry said, eyeing his mother's straining tits. "She'd love to know about it."

"Mmmmm, she sounds like my kind of woman," Joyce said. She was standing in a shadow, and she lifted her skirt. "Wouldn't you like to have a taste of this, little boy?"

"Mother can wait," he said, reaching out to feel her hairy cunt.

"Let's see if we can get inside," she said softly. "I think that window over there is open."

The window, the old fashioned kind, was open about four inches at the bottom. Joyce gripped it and pushed, and the window lifted easily. Curtains fluttered. Joyce lifted her skirt, exposing her slender, creamy thighs, and stepped over the sill and into the room. Jerry followed. They were in a living room, empty of furniture, but clean. There was a strange odor in the house, and it was some time before Joyce identified it.

"Developing chemicals," she said. "Someone was a photographer that lived here. I wonder if anything was left behind."

They wandered about the empty house, looking at everything. It was a beautiful old place, and Joyce loved it. They found nothing downstairs, and went up to the second floor.

The master bedroom had, at one time, been a photographer's studio, they saw immediately. Unlike the ground floor, the upstairs had not been cleaned. Litter was everywhere, and a stack of old papers were in one corner.

Rummaging in the papers, Jerry found a folder, the sort a school kid would carry. He opened it, and called to his mother excitedly.

"Look what I've found, Mother."

There was a stack of large, glossy pictures in the folder, all in beautiful color. The top picture showed a middle-aged man sitting on a chair, his cock lifted up in hardness, his balls out of his open fly. Standing next to him was a woman of about the same age, totally naked with one leg cocked up on the arm of the chair, her bushy cunt revealed under her raised dress. She wore nylons and very high heels, shiny black in color.

The other picture behind this one was of the same two. The man's, cock and balls were tied by a thin rope, and the woman had her heel near them, pulling on the rope. The next picture showed the woman wearing a rubber cock, belted about her hips. A girl, apparently very young, was kneeling on hands and knees, with the tip of the rubbery cock pressing at her cunt.

Another picture was of the woman again, lying on her back with her feet drawn beneath her ass, legs wide. Between her knees the man sat, his cock and balls still tied. The woman was pissing, the golden stream very clear in the picture. Her piss arced up and right into the man's wide-open mouth.

"Beautiful," Joyce whispered, running her hand along the front of her son's pants, finding his cock hard. "Whoever took these was some photographer."

"Look, Mother!" Jerry gasped, showing her another picture.

"Why, who would have believed it?" she said, gazing at the picture of Pamie.

The exquisite little creature was spread out on a narrow cot, her legs wide and her arms above her head. She was totally naked, her fuzzy little cunt revealed, her small, sugary tits hard and round with rigid pink nipples. Standing above her, straddling her head, was the woman in the other pictures, and she was pissing down onto Pamie's tits. Between her feet was the man, and he was pissing on Pamie's succulent cunt.