Kathy Andrews: A mother_s love

When Janice had left the room, Frank sat down next to Susan, and she could feel the heat of his thigh against hers. She could not take her eyes from his, and when he suddenly leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, she responded to his unexpected kiss.

"Oh," she gasped as he pulled away. "You shouldn't… we've just met."

"I couldn't resist," Frank said, a smile on his face. "I'm sorry if I insulted you."

"Oh, no!" Susan said quickly, a flush on her pretty cheeks. "I mean… I don't want you to…"

He cupped her chin in his fingers, holding her face to his. "I don't think anything except how beautiful you are."

Before Susan knew what was happening, Frank had his arms about her, holding her close, his lips pressing against hers. When she felt his tongue probe at her lips, she could not resist opening her mouth. Immediately, his tongue filled it, and she trembled as she sucked at it. She felt his hands sliding to her jutting tits and made no effort to stop him. Then he put one hand down on her hips, his finger caressing her inside the criss-crossed straps of her shorts. She felt as if her body was on fire, and she could not swallow a low moan of pleasure.

"Oh, my God," she gasped when he released her, "You must think I'm terrible, letting you kiss me this way. I just met you, Frank."

"Maybe so," he said, "but I think you felt the same thing I did. I'm not sure what it is, but I like the feeling."

Janice interrupted them with two cups of coffee, and Susan's hands shook so badly she almost spilled the liquid. She sipped the coffee and listened to Frank. She found out he worked hare trying to build up his own business, that sometimes he worked until after midnight. She was relieved to know he wasn't out with women. She also wished Janice would find something to do and leave them alone. But the little girl remained.

When Susan stood to leave, her legs were very weak and her cunt was boiling. At the door Frank suddenly pulled her against him, with Janice looking on with a pleased expression on her pretty face. As Frank pressed her to him, she felt his cock, hard and throbbing, against her quivering stomach. Her back was toward the door, and she felt him cup her ass-cheeks, drawing her close. Susan almost melted in his arms and her hips moved of their own volition, grinding for just a moment his hard cock.

Then she was gone.

By the time she arrive home, Susan was so steamed up she would have fucked anything that moved. She sat in the car for a long time, thinking of what had happened. She had never felt so attracted to any man in her life, and she had never allowed petting and kissing within minutes of meeting a man. But she could not deny the reactions of her body or of her cunt.

Stevie was waiting when she entered the house. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it for a few moments, trying to collect her emotions. She couldn't stop the erotic shivers that rippled up her flesh and her cunt felt as if she would come with just a light touch. Her eyes were closed, and when she opened them, she found her son staring at her, puzzled.

"Anything wrong, Mom?" he asked.

"Oh, no!" she said. "Everything is fine, just great!" She walked toward him, and pulled his head tightly against her bare stomach, hugging him. "I love you, Stevie. God, I love you so much!"

"Hey, Mom," he protested, trying to wiggle free. "What's this all about, anyway? You sick or something?"

"I'm not sick, silly," she laughed. "I just wanted to hug you. Do you know it's been over a year since I've hugged you?"

She could feel his face against her naked flesh, feel his breath. Then his arms were about her waist, holding her tightly, too. Stevie dropped one hand, and for a brief moment, she felt it on her ass. His touch was so terribly brief; he had pulled his hand away as if he had touched a hot flame. But the touch had set her off, and she felt her cunt tingle hotly. She writhed her stomach against his face, swaying her hips as she held him. Then she turned him loose.

Susan leaned down and kissed Stevie's lips, holding his face between her hands. Impulsively, she stuck the tip of her tongue into his mouth, then pulled away, giggling. She turned and skipped down the hall, and Stevie sat there, watching his mother's tight ass, wondering about his suddenly-hard cock.

Ten minute later, Susan returned to the living room. She had taken her shorts and halter off, and was wrapped is a huge towel. It barely concealed the curls of her cunt, and Stevie was certain he could see the cunt hair. When she went past him and toward the kitchen, he saw the enticing lower swell of her ass cheeks clearly, and his cock swelled inside his pants. He didn't know what was going on. He had never seen his mother this way before, but he was excited by it.

Susan made herself coffee in the kitchen, wondering just what she was up to. She wasn't sure, but it made her feel so good. After being touched and kissed by Frank, her pussy had continued to tingle hotly, and her pussy heat was growing stronger by the moment.

Taking her coffee, she returned to the living room and sat on a chair across from her son. She crossed her long legs, and saw that he was watching her with glazed eyes. She knew he could seethe curve of her hip and the swell of her tits, and her cunt was twitching until she was afraid she would have to reach down and rub her clit, even if her son did watch.

Susan noticed that Stevie was nervous. She could see the lump of his prick inside his pants, and it pleased her to know she was giving him a stiff cock.

Finishing her coffee, she stood up to get another cup, and the towel slipped. She almost lost it. As it was, she grabbed it about her tits with a squeal and walked away with her ass totally naked. Stevie grunted with desire as he gazed at his mother's rounded creamy ass and long thighs. His cock throbbed and he almost came in his pants.

When Susan returned, the towel was back in place, but her eyes were gleaming with erotic desire. She looked at her son, her eyes fixed upon the lump of his cock.

"Was she a good fuck?" Susan asked. "Janice, I mean."

"You knew?" Stevie looked startled.

"She came to the bathroom naked, darling," Susan grinned wickedly. "How could I not know you'd fucked her?"

He stared back at his mother, not knowing what to say. But Susan wouldn't drop it. Stevie was not embarrassed, she noted. "I bet she was a good fuck, darling, but I think I'm better."

"What do you mean. Mom?"

"I mean that I'm a better piece of ass," Susan said bluntly. "Want to find out?"

Stevie swallowed hard, his eyes huge. Again, there was a flush on his cheeks. Susan was amused at his confusion, and she deliberately allowed one creamy, swelling tit to become exposed to her son.

Stevie gurgled with pleasure as he saw his mother's tit – the nipple rubbery hard. Susan held her tit, placing her coffee cup on a small table near the chair. She worked her fingers into the springy flesh of her tit, her nipple standing out through her fingers.

"Would you like to kiss my tit darling?" she asked, her voice low and husky. "Want to kiss mother's titty?"

He hesitated but Susan wasn't going to let him out of it. "Come on, baby," she urged hotly. "You've been sitting there with a hard cock ever since I came home."

"But you're my mother!"

"Does that bother you, Stevie?" she asked in a soft voice, squeezing her exposed tits lovingly.

"It don't bother me. Come on, baby, kiss my tit for me."

When he stood up, he made no effort to conceal his throbbing cock. Susan gazed meaningfully at the bulge of his cocks as he started toward her. She licked her lips with anticipation. As he sat on the arm of the chair next to her, she pulled his hand to her tit, wrapping his fingers about her creamy tit-flesh. When she knew he would caress and feel her tit on his own, she ran her hand half way up his thigh.