Kathy Andrews - Here comes mom

Often he would wake, her son up in the morning by sucking on his cock, and, a few times when he woke up before her, he would suck her tits and finger fuck her until she was wide eyed and having one orgasm after another.

Doors were never closed around her house, and it became common for them to use the bathroom to shower or piss or whatever with the door open. They would watch each other, soaping each other and toweling each other's body to glowing excitement. Usually a shower or bath would end with her sucking on his cock or Paul licking her cunt.

It was then, that summer, when Donna started going out into public without anything on under her clothing. It had started with a joke by Paul, and she found she enjoyed it.

They had taken drives out into the countryside, where they would find some isolated area. Then Donna would sit and lean against a tree, her knees up so he could lie in front of her and gaze at her hairy cunt. After he began to squirm and press his cock into the grass, he would roll over and expose his cock to his mother, who would then lean over him and suck his cock for a long time.

They enjoyed sucking and licking one another outdoors, in places where the possibility of being seen could happen at any time. This possibility of being caught served only to increase their already soaring passions and increasing sexual appetites.

But Donna would not let her son fuck her.

"Maybe next summer, darling," she told him. "If you start to come between now and next summer, then I'll let you fuck me."

He didn't understand why she wanted to wait to do it; neither did Donna. The only thing she knew was that she wanted her son to come before he put his prick in her cunt. There was no real reason to wait, not after everything they had done with each other by this time, yet she wanted to wait.

However, Paul was eager to see what it would feel like to have his cock inside his mother's cunt. He pleaded and begged to stick his cock into her pussy, but she held him off. She went only as far as allowing him to rub his cock head about the hot, wet lips of her cunt and about her inflamed clit, making her come this way.

"Next summer, darling," she said. "I promise you can fuck me next summer if you can come then. I want your first fuck to be something you'll remember all your life, baby. It will be more enjoyable for you if you can come in me. Besides, I love the sensation when a cock spurts in my cunt."

Although it was true that Donna loved it when a cock spewed come juice up her pussy that was not the real reason she was holding off. Somewhere in her mind she was not quite ready for her son to fuck her.

She needed more time to get used to what she was, doing with her son, to accept it in a rational way. She was experiencing a few pangs of guilt as the summer drew to a close, and she didn't like the feeling. She wanted to fuck her son as much as he wanted to fuck her, but it was something she had to spend time thinking about.

Donna had never been unfaithful to her husband, and she still loved him deeply. Perhaps that was the reason she held her son off, but she wasn't certain. Despite being separated and living away from Gene, she had not dated other men, knowing that if she did so she would be unable to keep from fucking them. She wanted to remain faithful to him until and if they finally reached a decision about a divorce. But although she felt that by fucking her son she would be unfaithful to her husband, she never considered sucking Paul's cock or having him tongue fuck her as being unfaithful.

And, as the summer ended, Donna felt her self in an emotional turmoil. She wanted to fuck her son badly, but she wanted to remain faithful to Gene at the same time. She could not explain all this to her son because she didn't understand her mixed feelings herself.

Still, she had promised her son he could fuck her on his next visit. But she wasn't sure she would be able to keep that promise, either.

Although she hated sending her son back to his father when the time came, she knew she had to have time to consider allowing Paul to fuck her. She knew her husband was not dating other women. He told her he wasn't and Paul said he had never seen his father with a woman. Donna had no reason to disbelieve her husband and son. But she knew Gene, with his erotic mind, was suffering as much as she was. There had been times when she wanted to call him, ask him to visit her for the night at least, but felt it would be a mistake.

During the times when Paul was with his father in the next months, Donna spent a great deal of time in thought. Her nights were the worst after being with Paul next to her. She would become so inflamed, she would finger fuck herself until her cunt felt raw. After Paul had been gone two months, she called him and they had a long talk, a talk that only sent her into almost screaming desperation of need.

"I need you, baby," she had told him on the telephone. "I need that sweet tongue of yours up my cunt. Honey, I miss the way you tongue fuck mother's cunt, making me come and come so good! I can't wait for summer."

Paul reminded his mother of her promise to let him fuck her the following summer, and she reminded him that he could fuck her only if he was able to squirt come juice. Paul informed his mother that he was jacking off every day, trying to come.

Donna undressed and finger fucked herself for over an hour, coming until she was exhausted. The rest of the year was hell for Donna. Every time she called Gene, she told him of her love for him, and they had to come to some decision regarding their lives soon. She informed him she would not date, and in a small feeling of jealousy, asked him if he had been dating. When he replied negatively, she was elated. Donna came very close to asking him to visit her then.

When she hung up, she was frustrated and wandered about the house, searching for something to shove up her burning cunt, anything she could use to fuck herself with. She wished she had a rubber cock, but was embarrassed to buy one. Finding nothing in the house to use, she undressed and sat on the couch with her legs wide open, panties off, and finger fucked herself furiously, thinking of her son and Gene.

A month before her son was to arrive for his summer visit with her, her erotic mind was going at high speed. She began to understand more about herself, her desires, and perhaps, Gene's. She began to recall some of the conversations they had had about sex, and she found things falling into place, becoming clear.

Two weeks before Paul was to arrive, Donna round, quite by accident, someone nearby who had a mind as erotic as her own, and she was not bothered by feelings of unfaithfulness.

Donna had seen the girl a number of times. She had felt a strange attraction toward the girl. She found her eyes drawn time and again to the exquisitely pretty blonde. There was something about the girl that appealed to her, made her tingle. Within two days, she was certain the girl was attempting to get her attention.

In the span of two days, the girl had walked past Donna's house eight or nine times. She had walked slowly and aimlessly, and Donna noticed the girl would look at her from the corners of her eyes, almost shyly, yet with a quality of boldness. And on the second day, the girl began to openly smile at Donna.

Donna had been outside, watering the plants, wearing her shorts and a blouse. The blonde girl strolled by, her eyes flashing. Donna was struck by the beauty of the young girl immediately. The girl had on a pair of extremely tight shorts, shorts that molded her sweet little ass and emphasized the swells. They were so tight in the crotch, Donna thought they should be uncomfortable. Although the girl wore a halter, Donna could hardly tell if there were any tits on the girl. Her long blonde hair was loose and flowing, and her face was so sweet it was almost painful to look at her.