Kathy Andrews: More, Mom, more

Susan was certain her daughter suspected something. It seemed to show in her young eyes when she looked at her or her brother. She considered for a moment if it really mattered if Karen knew, if her daughter thought badly of her. Then she decided it did not matter to her at all if Karen felt she and Billy were involved sexually.

Throughout the rest of the day, her children remained at home, in the house. Her son's eyes followed her wherever she was, what she was doing. Now and then she caught Karen glance at her brother. It was early afternoon when she realized she hadn't rebuttoned her shorts all the way, and that her thighs flashed all the way to her hip as she moved about the house, dusting, cleaning. Once she realized it, she did nothing about it. Being seen was a thrill to her, and she found it exciting to know that both her son and daughter kept watching her thighs and hip.

That evening, when it was time for bed, Susan showered as usual, putting on a clinging gown. The gown was almost transparent, and her nipples could clearly be seen. The thick patch of dark cunt hair was shadowed, too, and she knew very well the curvy cheeks of her ass could be seen.

She went down the stairs and into the family room where Karen and Billy were watching television. She stood in the doorway, one knee out. "Don't you think it's time for bed, you two?"

Karen and Billy looked at her, and Billy licked at his lips when he saw her. Karen's eyes opened, and Susan was sure there was a sparkle of excitement in them.

"Okay, mother," Karen said, turning off the television. "Come on, Billy. Time for bed…like mother said."

Susan walked ahead of her children, feeling their eyes on her exposed ass. She could not help but wiggle a bit for them. She heard a soft giggle from one of them, and a flush of excitement bubbled through her body, tingling and hotly.

Susan entered her own bedroom as the children went to theirs. She remained in her room for half an hour, waiting for Billy to come to her. But after a while she could wait no longer. She went into the hallway and toward his room. She found him in his bed, the sheets kicked to the floor. He was naked, his cock hard. His fist pumped on it.

"Why didn't you come to me, darling?" she asked, stepping close to his bed. "I waited."

"What about Karen?" he questioned.

Susan reached down and fondled her son's balls as he continued to stroke his cock. "1 have a feeling…"she said, then paused. "I have this strange feeling she already knows what we're doing."

She sat on the side of her son's bed, tugging and squeezing gently at his balls, her eyes burning down as she watched him stroking his cock. "I love to see you playing with your cock, baby," she whispered.

He arched his hips up, squeezing his cock hard. "Don't hurt it, Billy," she warned.

"That don't hurt, Morn," he replied. "It feels good when I squeeze it."

"Don't come, though. When you come, I want it in me."

She stretched out at his side, thrusting her tongue into his eager mouth. Billy sucked at her tongue hungrily. When she pulled away, she smiled down at him. "You're learning fast for a kid your age, you horny little shit."

"I'm horny for your cunt, Mom," he laughed huskily.

"And you're learning fast about how to talk to your mother, too," she laughed with pleasure. They fondled each other, and she was thrilled when Billy pulled her gown to her waist without urging. He ran his fingers through her cunt hair, then up and down the puffy, wet lips. She cooed with delight, wiggling for him and spreading her legs wide. Billy slowly pressed a finger into his mother's cunt.

"Ooooo, baby, that's it! Finger me, Billy! Finger mother's cunt! God, I love a good finger fucking! Fuck mother's cunt with your finger, baby!"

"I'd rather fuck your cunt with my cock, mother," he said hoarsely. "I'd rather have my cock up your cunt than my finger."

"Then what are you waiting for?" she said wickedly.

Billy rolled on top of his mother, fitting himself between her thighs. Susan ran her hand down and gripped his cock, pulling it to her uplifted pussy. As the swollen head of her son's prick entered her steaming cunt, she gurgled softly. "I'll never get enough of your sweet cock, Billy! I want it all the time. I want you fuckinh me all the time…making my cunt come and come and come!"

She took hold of his tight, muscular ass, her fingers digging into the flesh. She ground her cunt against him as he pulled her tits free. His face was level with her shapely, upstanding tits, and he began to suck vigorously on a hard nipple as his cock thrust in and out of her cunt.Susan whimpered with ecstasy, twisting and rolling and pumping her cunt with him.

"Oh, honey," she mewled. "I can feel your cock in me, feel how hard it is; the way it throbs! Oh God…I love your sweet cock up my cunt, fucking it! Fuck me, Billy! Ohhhh, I love you, darling, love you so fucking much! Fuck it good for me! Rip my hot fucking cunt apart! Fuck it and come in it and fuck me hard and fast!"

Billy chewed and sucked and licked at her tits as he fucked his mother, making her gurgle and mewl and whimper as her mind reeled with absolute ecstasy. Susan had never felt it this way before, with any man, including her ex- husband. Her son, her young son, was making her feel better than any man had ever done. She loved the way his cock fit her cunt more than any other cock. Being fucked by her son was the peak of ecstasy to her, the most blissful sensation in the world.

"Mmmmmm, I love your tits, Mom," Billy said, running his tongue from one nipple to the other. "I could suck on them all night."

She clung to his ass, banging her hairy cunt in a near frenzy against his stabbing cock. "You just may have to suck on them all night, hot-ass kid!"

"Hot-ass mother!" he retorted.

"Hard cock little shit!" "Hot cunt mother!" Horny punk!"

"I am not!" he protested, slamming hard into her pussy.

"Not what?" "A punk."

"Why aren't you?" she teased, digging her fingers into the crack of his ass and rubbing at his tight asshole.

"A punk takes it up the ass."

Susan laughed. "How do you know about things like that?"

"Oh, talking, the guys.

"Would I be a punk?" she giggled, rubbing his tight asshole in a teasing way.

"You're a girl," he said. "Girls aren't punks. Only guys."

"Suppose I wanted your cock up my ass?" "Girls can do that, but not a guy," he said, sucking hard on a nipple once more. He began pumping furiously in her clinging cunt now, his balls swelling.

"Ohhhh, baby!" she squealed in pleasure. "I think you're about to come! I feel your cock getting harder in me!"

"I'm gonna come, Mom!"

"Squirt it, darling!" she urged, grinding in a frenzy against him. "Squirt it all up mother's cunt! Ohhh, my pussy wants it! My hot cunt is hungry for your come juice!"

Susan's pussy convulsed powerfully, milking at her son's throbbing cock. Billy slammed hard into her pussy, holding himself tightly into her, one nipple sucked deep into his mouth. Susan rubbed at his tight asshole and felt it clench as his hot come juice spurted against the walls of her sensitive cunt.

"Ooooo, yes, yes!" she gurgled, writhing on his spewing prick. "Oooo, I feel it! I feel your come juice…inside my pussy! Flood my cunt with your come juice! Give it all to me…all of it!"

They slumped when it was over, Billy resting on her firm fits, his hot breath feeling wonderful against her flesh. She held his ass gently now, caressing the cheeks fondly, feeling his cock still clutched by the tightness of her cunt.

A few minutes later, she rolled him from her and stood up. She looked down at her exhausted son, feeling a deep love for him. His cock glistened with the cunt juice and his come juice. On an impulse, she leaned down and kissed the wet head of his cock.