Kathy Andrews - A mom and more

Lewis moaned, wiggling his hips. Barbara glanced up at his face, his cock half inside her mouth. She wished he would wake up. She wanted him to grab her head and plunge his cock in and out of her mouth, fuck her mouth as if it were her cunt.

Lewis remained asleep.

Barbara gurgled softly as she sucked up and dawn her son's cock. As much as she enjoyed his cock in her throat, she loved to suck up and down on it too. Sometimes she wanted to just hold that deliciously smooth cock head between her lips and roll her tongue over it. Sometimes she wanted to jack on the throbbing shaft of his prick as she sucked the head.

As she drew her lips up his prick, she held them as tight as she could, creating a hot, wet suction as her tongue dragged over it. She was thrilled to feel his swollen cock against the roof of her mouth, with her tongue pressing against it. She continued to hold his balls, very gently twisting them.

When she felt the throbs of his cock increase, she also felt her son's hand on the back of her head. She glanced up at him and saw he was grinning at her. Barbara flashed her eyes at him, then started sucking hungrily now.

She raced her mouth up and down his cock, her tongue lapping. She twisted at his balls, her eyes still glowing hotly up at his smiling face. Her hair swirled around his hips as she mewled in happiness.

Her son's cock bubbled with pre-cum.

Then the spewing of his thick, sweet come juice flooded her wet, hungry mouth. Barbara wailed softly around his cock as he came into it. Her lips jerked up until she held only the swollen head between them, sucking at his piss hole as her tongue licked in a frenzy. Her slim throat worked as she swallowed. She continued to lick at his piss hole even when he had stopped gushing, then she finally slipped her lips off it. She kissed his cock, flicked the tip of her tongue against his balls, then sat back on her heels at the side of his bed.

"Thank you, Mother," he said sleepily.

"You're welcome, darling," she replied.

Lewis tuned his back toward her, going back to sleep. Barbara sat there for a while, looking at his young, muscular ass. She cupped one of his asscheeks and gave him a gentle squeeze, then stood up. Her cunt was still burning hotly and she wanted desperately to come.

She walked from his room and waited for Lewis to wake up, wanting his cock up her cunt almost desperately.

But he slept and slept.

Finally it was time for her to go to bed, too.

She slipped beneath the cool sheets and tried to find a comfortable position. Barbara rubbed and petted and probed her pussy, bringing herself to orgasm before she could sleep.

The following morning, Barbara woke up late.

And Lewis was gone.

She bathed and dressed, pulling on a thin blouse and a checkered skirt. She found coffee already made, and she sat drinking it alone at the kitchen table. She still had to talk to Lewis about Candy, and she had not yet come up with some argument that he would understand.

Later, she left the house and walked, thinking. She was so deep in thought that she was not aware of where she was going. She was not even aware of anyone around her.

She heard the whimpers before she saw them.

There, in a car parked at the curb, was Candy. And Candy was not with Lewis. Although it was late afternoon, with the hot sun shining, Candy was straddling a boy in the front seat of the car, her ass bouncing up and dawn.

Although she could not see Candy's face, Barbara recognized that long, coppery hair. The boy had his eyes closed with ecstasy, and Barbara managed to stand there watching without being detected. The boy she knew.

George Adams was a good friend of her son's, a boy who had been in their home often.

She leaned and peered inside the car. George had his pants on, and his cock was out of his fly. Candy's dress covered them, but there was no doubt that she was fucking him eagerly.

Barbara noticed that George was not even holding Candy's ass, his hands were at his hips.

She's fucking the piss out of him, Barbara thought. All he has to do is sit there and let her cunt fuck his hard cock. And Candy's cunt was certainly doing that. The squeals of the girl came to Barbara, as did George's grunts.

Wanting to stand and watch, Barbara knew she could not. She didn't want Candy to see her. Here was more evidence to present to her son.

Barbara knew Lewis thought he was the only one fucking Candy, that she was his exclusive girlfriend.

No, she did not blame George.

When she arrived home, she found her son was there.

After closing the door, she went quickly to him and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him hotly as she pressed her lips against his. Lewis, surprised but delighted with such a hot greeting, grabbed his mother's ass and pressed his crotch against hers tightly.

Barbara moaned and wiggled against him.

"Mmmm, you taste good," she whispered, leaning back but keeping her crotch tight against his. She writhed her ass into his hands. "And what have we down there? Think I feel a hard-on, Lewis."

"That is a hard-on, Mother," he grinned. "I've been sitting here waiting for you to come home."

"Where've you been?" she asked, grinding against his hard cock.

"I was supposed to meet Candy, but she didn't show [missing text]."

Barbara envisioned Candy grinding and bouncing her ass up and down on George's cock. But now was not the time to talk to Lewis. With his cock so hard, it was time to fuck him, then talk later.

She scooted a hand between them, gripping his cock through his pants and squeezing it. When Lewis lifted her skirt in back, he found himself cupping a naked asscheek.

He looked at his mother, his eyes shining. "Since when did you stop wearing panties, Mother?"

"Since I thought it would surprise you." She giggled, twisting her ass into his hands. "Like it this way?"

"I think it's great."

She fumbled with the zipper of his pants, then sneaked her hand inside. She closed her fingers on his cock and pulled it out. She pumped his prick a bit, kissing him as her cunt boiled with heat.

"You're going to have to suck my cock again when I'm asleep, Mother," he said. "I like waking up that way."

"You didn't stay awake, damn you." She laughed to show she was not angry. "You went back to sleep and I was sp fucking hot, I had to finger fuck myself. You know, I haven't fucked my fingers for a long time."

"You won't have to ever again," he promised. "From now on, you just climb on and fuck away, Mother."

"I intend to, and you can damn well stay asleep and miss the fun," she replied. "But you're not asleep now, and I've got something very hard in my hand, and there's something very wet and hot between my legs."

"And hairy, too," he laughed, rubbing the sensitive lips of her cunt. "Yes, I'd say it was quite hairy."

"We better do something about them, don't you think, darling?" she murmured, pulling on his cock.

She released him, then dropped to the floor, going to her hands and knees. She waggled her ass as she looked at him over her shoulder.

"Shove my skirt out of the way and fuck it, baby!"

Lewis dropped behind his mother and shoved her skirt up to her waist. Barbara wiggled her naked ass for him, gasping when he ran his hands over the creamy cheeks of her ass. She lowered her head and looked between, her thighs, seeing his cock jut out in beautiful hardness.

"Drop your fucking pants, Lewis!"

His hands left her ass for a moment, then she saw his heavy balls. A soft squeal of surprise came from her. "What are you doing?"

"Just seeing what your asshole feels like, Mother," he said.

She felt him brushing the head of his cock on her asshole, smearing dripping fluids on her asscheeks. The sensations of his cock there felt good, making her tingle in perverse delight. She did not protest when he began to move the head of his cock back and forth on the tightness of her puckered asshole. The pressure felt good to her, very good. But it was her cunt that needed that thick hardness, not her asshole.