Kathy Andrews - Here comes mom

Mmmmn, she gurgled moistly about his cock. "Mmmmm…" When he was almost finished coming, she sucked the full length of his prick deep into her mouth and accepted the last squirt of come juice down her throat.

She held his cock inside her mouth for a long time, her finger still up his asshole, but no longer thrusting. When she saw her son turn loose of his thighs, she lifted her mouth and finger away. Sprawling out beside him, she nuzzled at his neck, hugging him tightly against her tits.

"Did you like that, darling?" she murmured, throwing a creamy thigh over his cock.

"You sure come up with some wild ideas, Mom," he laughed, hugging her.

"It was your idea, silly," she said. "You licked my asshole in the kitchen, remember?"

"Yeah, but I was just playing."

"So was I," she replied.

"I like the way you play," he mumbled sleepily. Donna mewled and snuggled tightly against him, closing her eyes. Although she was quite sleepy, she found herself with images of Cindy in her mind, of her son's cock fucking into that sugary sweet, hairless cunt.

That was the picture in her mind as she finally went to sleep, curled tightly next to Paul.

Almost a week had gone by since Paul had arrived, and Donna had not heard from or seen Cindy.

She was not concerned, but she was surprised since the little girl had been almost a daily visitor before Paul had come for his summer visit.

She had mentioned Cindy to her son a few times, pretending she knew the girl slightly, and once saying he should meet the girl. Paul wasn't really that interested.

"But you should have friends here, honey," she said. "All you do is stay in the house with me. Don't you miss boys and girls your age?"

"No, Mom," he said. "Why should I miss any? I'd rather stay here with you."

She grinned at him. "That's because you're getting fucked silly, right?"

He laughed as he reached out and tweaked her nipple through the cotton blouse she had on. "Of course, and don't forget the blow jobs, Mom."

"Is fucking and cock sucking all you think about?"

"Anything wrong with that, Mom?" he said, cupping her tits and squeezing them. "That's all you think about, too, right?"

"Right," she agreed, sliding her hand down and grabbing his cock. "But I'm older than you. You're just a boy. You should be out running around playing baseball or something."

"I'd rather fuck you," he said, lifting her skirt and thrusting his finger up her cunt. "Baseball was never this much fun."

Paul dropped to his knees before his mother and lifted her skirt over his head. Donna spread her legs and pulled at his head.

"Eat me, you little fuck!" she said playfully as she pulled his face between her thighs. "Ear my hairy cunt. I'll show you fun… tongue fuck my pussy, darling!"

She felt her son kissing her inner thighs, and then his tongue was brushing about her hair lined cunt lips. She pulled her skirt from his head and held it about her waist, looking down at him. "Lick my cunt, Paul!" she urged in a thick voice. "Ooooh, I love the way you lick my pussy! Suck mother's hot, wet, hairy cunt, baby! Ooh, yes, yes!"

Paul slipped his tongue into his mother's soaking cunt. His upper lip pressed her distended clit as his tongue fucked deep. She held the back of his head as she writhed her hips. When Paul clutched at her tight ass cheeks, she began to grind in a more furious manner. Her legs, bent at the knees, were shaking as the pleasure flowed through her.

"Wait a minute," she hissed at him, pulling her hairy cunt out of his face. "I'll fall on my ass if you make me come this way, Paul."

He looked at his mother as she dropped to the floor with him. At her directions, he lay back. Donna opened his jeans with quick fingers, taking his cock out. She threw one leg over his face and lowered her mouth to his cock. Paul looked up into his mother's hairy crotch, sliding his hand up her thighs and gripping the smooth flesh of her ass cheeks. As Donna lowered her cunt to his mouth, he began licking swiftly, his fingers digging into her ass and pulling her cunt into his mouth. His nose was buried against her puckered asshole, and Donna mewled as she squirmed her cunt into his face, sucking up and down on his cock frantically. The moist sounds they made filled the room, making Donna sob with intense ecstasy.

She gobbled at her son's cock as if his prick would disappear from her hungry mouth, and twisted her bushy cunt violently into his lips, his tongue flying in and out of her juicy cunt. She slipped her hands underneath and clutched at his ass, wishing she had shoved his jeans down so she could feel his ass without anything between them. But at the moment she was too excited to take the time to shove his pants down.

Her lips raced up and down his cock, her tongue flying with greedy pleasure. She banged and squirmed her cunt furiously into her son's mouth, mewling with the sensations his tongue made.

Before Paul came, Donna's cunt was convulsing with tight spasms about his tongue. She was having more and more multiple orgasms during this one week than she had had in a lifetime. She was making wild, animal-like sounds around his hard, throbbing prick as she sucked in greedy hunger. She managed to lift his balls free of his pants, and she hungrily sucked them into her mouth, trying to get his cock inside, too. Finding this impossible, she quickly engulfed his cock again just in time to catch the creamy spurts of his come juice. She swallowed hungrily as her tongue raced about his piss bole, ecstasy flooding her body with the sweetness that filled her mouth.

Breathing hard, they rolled away from each other, arms and legs spread wide.

Paul's face was smeared with the juices from his mother's hairy cunt. He turned his face and grinned at her. Donna, with a low gurgle of happiness, began to kiss him, ending with her tongue deep inside his mouth. By the time they parted again, her face was as moist sitting up, her skirt bunched about her waist, she replaced his cock and balls, then tugged his zipper up. "That's enough of this for a while," she said. "Your mother has some work to do, you know. I can't lie around all day fucking and sucking your cock."

"I could," he laughed.

"That's because you're a horny little fuck face," she teased. "Now, get your sweet ass in the shower or something. I've got to clean up this house."

While his mother cleaned up the already clean house, Paul stayed near, watching her, reaching out to grab her tits or her ass when she was close. Donna would slap his hands away from her body, but playfully.

Paul was a delight to her. Last summer he had been eager and willing, but this time he was as insatiable as she was. That pleased her. In the days he had been with her this time around, she was being fucked on the average of four times a day, more than she had gotten fucked in her life. Her son seemed to keep a hard-on, something that amazed and delighted her no end. Gene, her husband, couldn't keep a hard-on this well, but then Paul was a young boy. He was still discovering the ecstasy of fucking her cunt and mouth.

When his cock was hard, which seemed to be constantly, Paul would haul his prick out and flash his cock at his mother proudly. She was amused by this, but it excited her, too. He seemed so proud of that hard prick, and rightly so.

Donna's cunt, like her sons cock, seemed to be in a constant yearning, a pulsating, steaming, desire. She stayed wet and ready between her creamy thighs, the cheeks of her ass flexing frequently. Her nipples were becoming more sensitive than ever, and she found it quite uncomfortable now to even wear a light blouse about the house. She began going without a blouse, her shapely tits free. She knew her son loved seeing her this way, so she devised a sarong affair that rode low on her rounded hips, with just the top curls of hr cunt hair exposed. It was tied at her hip, with the satiny thigh revealed. When she walked, there was a flash of her dark cunt hair.