Kathy Andrews: Here comes mom

"You know I did, Mom," he replied, moving his hands down her back to fondle her shapely ass. "And I kept my promise; the other promise."

"You didn't fuck some little girl?" she asked, pleased.

"No," he said. "You asked me not to, remember?"

"You saved it for me?"

Yes! She squealed with happiness and hugged him very tightly. "Oh, darling, I was so pleased when you called a few months ago and told me you came. I've been waiting for that to happen. Hearing you talk about it made me so hot, so very hot!"

"And we're gonna fuck now, Mom?"

"Didn't I tell you that when you were able to come that we would? I won't break my promise to my baby."

Donna slipped her hands from his ass and shoved them between their tightly pressed bodies. She cupped his throbbing hard-on and squeezed. She then began tugging at his pants, gasping with a burning, desperate desire. "I want to see it, baby!" she moaned. "Is it bigger? Oh, I hope you come a lot now that you've started."

She opened her son's pants and stood gazing at his cock. His prick was long, not quite thick, but with the promise of becoming longer and thicker as he grew older. The head of his cock was smoothly swollen, beads of moisture forming on the piss hole. She ran her thumb over his prick, smearing the slippery fuck juice about the head of her son's cock. She closed her fingers and jacked on his prick slowly, mewling with the feel of his cock. Her eyes glittered as her cunt throbbed and twitched between her thighs. She lifted his balls free and cupped them. There was very little hair on his balls, and she found that delightful. The last time she had seen his cock and balls had been nine months ago, and then he had just a slight tuft of curly hair at the base of his cock. Eager to see if he had more hair on his head than in his pants until they fell to his feet.

There was more hair now, but still not much. Paul stood proudly, his cock arching out and up as his mother fondled his prick and balls.

"Oh, so beautiful, baby!" she cooed in a throaty voice, her eyes glassy with increased passion. She stroked his cock with a light fist, watching the smooth head of his prick appear and disappear between her fingers. "Just seeing it makes mother's cunt so wet! Mmmm, are you going to enjoy this summer!"

Paul laughed, almost a childish giggle, fucking his cock into his mother's pumping fist.

"I need to do something first, baby," she said, dropping to her knees before him. "Remember how you liked this last summer?"

He nodded as he looked down at her. His cock was hard, dripping just beneath her chin.

"I want to taste you, baby," she gurgled. "Oh, I want to taste your cock so much! I loved it in my mouth last summer, Paul, and I'm going to love it more this time."

She moved her head down and toward him. Her moist lips kissed the tip of his dripping cock, then her tongue slipped out and ran along the underside of his prick. She clutched his ass with one hand, his balls in the other. Donna ran her tongue all about her son's hard thick, giant prick, gazed with pleasure at his prick, then, with a soft moan, opened her lips and sucked from smooth head of his cock between them. She held his cock between her hot lips for a long moment, feeling his prick so smooth and delicious against her tongue and between her tight lips.

Soft mews bubbled from her as she sucked more of his cock into her mouth, then the wiry hair at the base was tickling her nose, her lips pressed into it. She had the full length of her son's cock inside her mouth now, and she lifted his balls and pressed them to her chin. She writhed her hot, wet lips about his cock, her tongue pressing it against the roof of her mouth as she sucked. His cock was as she had remembered, hard and sweet and delicious inside her mouth. The only difference now than last summer was his cock was thicker, longer, filling her mouth much more pleasantly.

Her pussy bubbled and twitched between her thighs as she knelt before her son, sucking now back and forth, her tongue licking hungrily. She felt her son put his hands on the top of her head as he always did when she had his cock inside her mouth. When he arched forward, as he did last summer, trying to fuck his cock deeper, she gurgled with delight.

Pulling her hot, wet mouth off his cock, she wrapped her fist about his prick and jacked his cock, looking up into his young face, her eyes shining with desire. "Oooh, baby, your cock is just as sweet as always!"

Paul tried to fuck his cock back into his mother's mouth but she gave a throaty laugh, getting to her feet. "You're so eager, darling. We have all summer, remember?"

"But I was about to come, Mom!" he wailed.

"I know you were, Paul," she said, tugging his hard cock between her thighs as she pulled him tight. Her skirt was around her waist, and she loved the heat of his hard prick between her thighs, almost touching the burning lips of her cunt.

Then as she pressed her thighs together, Paul grunted.

Donna felt the lurching of his cock and then he came, coating her inner thighs with the slippery thickness of his come juice.

"Oh, baby," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were that close to coming off."

She pulled from him, holding her skirt above her waist and feeling the come juice on her thighs. Then she used her skirt to wipe at them, and finally cleaned his cock with it, too.

The summer before, while Paul was with her, Donna had initiated the sex thing with him. Paul had been eager and willing, something that delighted her to no end. He had a mind similar to hers, erotic. So unlike her husband. Donna's husband, Gene, had enjoyed fucking her and licking between her thighs, and in general they had enjoyed a fairly good marriage and sexual life. Yet there was something neither she nor Gene could pinpoint, something lacking in their relationship. They got alone well, enjoyed each other's body to the fullest, but both seemed unfulfilled, dissatisfied with their lot.

Neither wanted a divorce so a separation had been settled upon and they now lived apart, sharing their son. Since Donna insisted on working, she allowed her son to remain with his father during the school months and kept him with her during the summer, the time she took a leave of absence from her work to be with him.

Donna still loved her husband and knew he loved her. If only they could understand what they wanted, needed, then the separation would end. They would be together again as a family. She knew Paul wanted them back with each other. Still, if it had not been for the separation, she might not have gotten involved with her son sexually. And Donna wanted this a great deal. She loved fondling and stroking her son's cock, playing with and kissing his prick. She loved having his hands on her body, sucking her nipples and feeling her hairy cunt and swelling ass. It had been so easy to involve Paul last summer. He had been ready for it, as ready as she had been.

She had found her son jacking his cock off in the bathroom. His cock had not been very big a year ago and still had a lot to grow. But it had thrilled her tremendously when she walked in and saw his cock in his hand, so sweetly hard. Paul had not been embarrassed; he had been quite proud of his prick.

Paul sat on the toilet with his knees wide, and when she gently removed his hand from his cock so she could see his prick fully, he sat relaxed, his cock standing up from his crotch, that small tuft of hair at the base, his lovely balls dangling underneath. Donna gazed upon her son's cock with burning, eager eyes, seeing its swollen head and the tiny piss hole.

She knelt before her son and fondled his cock, mewling softly. She stroked and squeezed his prick, jacked up and down on his cock. She caressed his hairless balls, tugging them tenderly. When she lowered her head and kissed his cock, the tip of her tongue barely brushing about the piss hole, Paul laughed and told her how good that felt.