Kathy Andrews: Mom_s wet panties

"Hot and wet," he moaned, moving his hands about her ass. "Your cunt is hot and wet, Mother!" He was babbling with a reeling mind now, babbling because of the intense pleasure her cunt was giving him. "Hot pussy, hot ass… wet cunt… fuck fuck!"

Hearing her son, Joyce felt tears of delight come into her eyes. She grasped his head, drawing his face to her tits as she leaned forward, her cunt fucking faster and faster on his cock. She mewled when his wet mouth closed about her covered nipple again. She wanted her naked tit in his mouth, wanted to feel his tongue licking at the sensitive, turgid nipple, his lips sucking at the firm titflesh. But she was boiling too much to stop and take time to open her dress. She was fast approaching orgasm, her cunt twitching and becoming tighter about her son's hard cock.

"Ooo, you're going to make me do it, darling!" she moaned, pulling his mouth against her tit, making it difficult for him to reply. "You're going to make me come, Jerry! Ohhh, I love you, baby! Love you and love your hard cock and love to fuck you! Ohhhh, I'm coming now, Jerry!"

Joyce shuddered as the fiery ecstasy exploded inside her body. The convulsions of her orgasm sent spasms waving up and down the satiny insides of her tightly gripping cunt.

The wail that came from her threatened to turn into a scream. Joyce choked as she tried to remain as quiet as she could, her pussy fucking up and down on her son's cock furiously.

Jerry, arching his hips high, felt the gripping waves of his mother's cunt as she came. Her cunt seemed to draw on his cock, trying to suck his cock deeper inside. His balls ached now, ached with the exquisite need to empty into his mother's searing cunt. His hands dug hard on her pantied ass, his teeth tight about her titflesh. The high-pitched whining sounds she made caused shivers of pleasure to race about his flesh.

"I gotta… uh, uh, uh," Jerry groaned, his cock throbbing as come juice abruptly spilled into his mother's cunt.

The come juice spurted time and again, like an unending stream, filling his mother's cunt, splashing at the velvety pussy walls. He rammed his cock upward as his mother slammed her cunt down onto it, grinding hard as she whimpered in that small puppy sound of ecstasy.

Joyce slumped forward, sucking in air with a harsh sound. Jerry, feeling as if every muscle in his body had become liquid, panted, still holding his mother's quivering ass.

The sudden illumination of a passing car brought Joyce up with a cry. She slipped from her son's lap, the crotch of her panties sliding back over her cunt. She leaned down and tucked her son's cock into his pants, then pulled the zipper up.

"We better go," she whispered. "This is too open – someone could see us, if they haven't already."

Holding hands, they went back to the sidewalk, starting home again. The rest of the walk was in quietness, neither speaking. Joyce was nervous, afraid her son would be disgusted, or show coldness toward her. Jerry, holding his mother's hand, was wondering if he could put his arm around her waist as if she were his date.

As they entered their house, Joyce looked at her son, trying to read what he was thinking by his expressive eyes. Jerry gazed back at his mother, wanting her to say something, anything that would let him know she would like his cock inside her cunt again.

They stood facing each other for a moment, the tension between them heavy. Then Joyce took her son's face in her hands, leaning down to kiss his mouth. It was a tender kiss, not the kind she wanted to give him, using her tongue to taste him. When her son stood still, not even lifting his hands to touch her, she pulled back, thinking he was disgusted with her. As she turned from him, walking on unsteady legs toward the hall leading to the bedrooms, she did not know her son was gazing at the swell of her swaying ass, his eyes hot and his tongue running over his lips with desire.

In her room, she undressed, tossing her panties and the dress on the floor at the side of her bed. She was not a sloppy woman, but tonight she had more important things on her mind than neatness. She went into her adjoining bathroom and spent a long time beneath the shower, scrubbing her body until her flesh glowed deliciously. She lifted her tits, looking at them. They were very good tits, hardly any sag at all. Her flesh was smooth, without the blue-veined appearance of many women her age. She had long nipples, a pink-brown color, with enormously pebbled circles at the base of them. She could pass the pencil test still, she knew.

Her waist was as slender and narrow as any high-school girl's, and her stomach was flat, with a dimpled belly button. A very thin line of dark hair grew from it, down toward the lush, thick triangle of her cunt hair. Her hips were round, her legs shapely and slender. Her ass swelled and rounded out tightly, the asscheeks smooth and creamy, with a deep, enticing asscrack.

Joyce was a beautiful woman, not yet thirty-three, not in the least vain about her exceptional good looks. She was unlike many truly beautiful women in that she was gifted with an erotic mind and a strong desire to satisfy her boiling sexual hungers. She knew that many beautiful women were selfish, demanding tribute to their looks, and she had heard most were cold when it came to fucking, true fucking.

But not Joyce. She had a beautiful face and a beautiful body and a hot ass and a constantly wet cunt… and an overwhelming desire to indulge in wild, exciting sexual acts. Nothing was perverse as far as she was concerned, as long as her partner enjoyed it and had fun. She was not in the least shy or inhibited once involved, eager to try anything and everything. And she wanted Jerry to be the same way.

As she dried herself, she thought of her son and of fucking him on the swing at that empty house. She knew a boy of her son's tender age was usually feeling so hot he would stick his cock in any hole available. He had certainly not protested when she pulled his cock from his pants. He had tried to watch her as she pissed behind the swing. He had fucked with her, shot his jizz inside her cunt and made her come. He had held her ass and told her how hot her cunt was. Jerry had loved feeling his cock inside her boiling cunt, and of course he would not be disgusted with her. Joyce was convinced of that now, after thinking it over.

Dropping the towel into the linen hamper, she went into her room and pulled a pair of tight bikini panties on, seeing the shadow of her cunt hair through them. They were a pale green color, sheer enough to expose the inviting crack of her ass, drawing up on her asscheeks to show those creamy half-moons. Dark curls of cunt hair stuck from the tight crotch, where her panties mounded, the slit of her pussy obvious.

She began brushing her wavy, long chestnut-colored hair, watching her bare tits rise and fall with the movement of her arms, her nipples tingling in hardness. She sensed, rather than heard the presence other son. She turned to see him standing in her open doorway hesitantly, his eyes burning with lust as he looked at her almost-naked body.

Joyce put the brush down, turning to face her son. They gazed at each other for a long time, hardly breathing. Jerry wore a pair of white briefs, and Joyce's eyes drifted downward, seeing the bulge of his cock and balls there. His cock was swelling into hardness as he gazed at his mother, his eyes moving from her tits to her waist to her hips and settling at the crotch of her panties.

Thinking she had to say something, knowing her son was waiting for her to make the first move, Joyce thought it best not to act shy or embarrassed, which she wasn't. A direct approach with bluntness was called for, she felt. A lewd smile spread over her face, her eyes sparkling with smoldering desire as she watched his cock grow into full hardness, outlined by his Jockey shorts.