Kathy Andrews - Let_s eat now, mom!

"What makes you think you will?"

"I just will, Mom."

Becky could not stop her hand from moving. She took her son's hand in hers, pulling him closer. Her other hand rested on his shoulder. Squeezing her son's hand, she stroked his cheek, tilted his face up to her. She searched his young eyes, but Ted tried to avoid looking at her. She felt him tremble, and his flesh felt hot to her hand when she cupped his cheek.

"Ted?" she asked softly. "Have you been peeking at me?"

"Aw, Mom," he said, blushing.

"You have," Becky said in a low whisper. "You've been peeking at me. I see it on your face."

Then Becky wondered if he had watched her playing when she pissed. Her own face now blushed, but she was also excited, and becoming more so as she stood there with him. Her gaze moved downward to the front of his jeans, and she could barely see the bulge of his cock there. "Where did you peek, Ted? In my room?"

Ted nodded, not looking at her.

"When?"

"Aw, came on, Mom."

"I have to know, honey," she said, sliding her hand up and down his arm now, caressing his flesh. "Please, tell me when you peeked."

"You're gonna get pissed, Mom," he said. "I mean, you're really gonna be mad at me."

"I won't be mad at you," she said softly. "I promise, I will not, as you say, be pissed at you."

"You won't make me stay in my room or ground me and take my bike away, like you did last time?"

"I promise not to do any of those things," she said.

"Okay, but you promised, Mom," he said. Ted sucked in a deep breath, and found himself staring at his mother's tits. He could see her nipples pushing at the light sweater. He swallowed. "I saw you two times, Mom. Once you were drying off after taking a bath, and then I saw you the other morning when you slept late."

"I was… naked?" He nodded.

"Completely naked?" Again, he nodded.

"And you saw my… ass?" she asked. "And you think it's cute?"

Ted gulped, the nodded again. "I saw… well, your front, too, when you were sleeping that morning."

Becky felt a tremor of heat flow through her body. His cock was straining now, pressing at the front of his pants in hardness.

"Then you saw all of me?"

He nodded, trying not to look at his mother's tits. They were eye level with his face, round and firm inside her sweater, and her nipples made his mouth water.

"Am I… cute, all over?" Becky whispered.

"Oh, yeah, Mom!" Ted breathed.

Becky knew what she was going to do, what she had to do. Her hand moved off his face and down his chest. He wore a white T-shirt with his jeans, and her hand moved lower and lower. She felt her son shaking as he watched her hand. She paused for a moment at his belt buckle, then moved her hand lower yet. When she pressed her palm upon his staining cock, Ted felt lightheaded and his legs wobbled.

"Oh, my God!" Becky moaned softly as she felt the hardness of her son's cock through his jeans. "I can't believe… you're hard, Ted! I made you hard! I'm your mother, and you've got a… got a… ohhhh, baby!"

She squeezed his cock, drawing her son tightly against her body, pushing her tits into his face. Ted's arms went around her waist, holding her tightly. Becky ran her hands down his back and over his ass, holding the young checks tightly as she felt his cock throb against her thigh. She pressed her leg against him, her lips at the top of his head, kissing his hair.

She mewled as her son hugged her tightly about the waist. Her cunt was dripping wildly, soaking through the thin band of her panties. She had never felt so hot, so eager, so ready in her life. The only thing she thought of, the only thing she wanted, was to get his cock inside her cunt.

She stepped back, her legs touching the bed. She fell onto her back, pulling her son with her. His weight excited her as she held him on top of him. She could hear his gasping breath, but his hands had moved off her waist and were near her shoulders now. She could feel his cock pushing at her cunt, and she arched to him, rubbing up and down.

Becky opened her legs, drawing her knees upward, her skirt tight on her thighs. She locked her ankles around her son, and crushed him onto her body, shoving her cunt at his throbbing cock. Ted was breathing wildly, afraid to move.

But Becky was so far gone, there was no way she could stop now.

Feverishly, she pushed, a hand between their bodies, working at his belt buckle. She felt her son lift slightly, and she managed to get his pants open. She almost ripped his shorts in her hot haste to get his cock free. She made a soft cry of pleasure as she pulled his cock out of his pants, feeling the hard shaft with her hand. She pushed his prick downward, the swollen head brushing at the soaked crotch of her panties. When the head of her son's cock smashed at her inflamed clit. Becky gave a soft yelp and pressed back, a mild orgasm exploding inside her. Now she had to have his cock in her.

With a sobbing breath, she managed to yank the crotch of her panties to one side, her other hand now between them. She lifted her pussy… and gasped as his cock slithered past the wet, tight, hairy lips of her cunt.

"Oh, God!" she breathed, sliding her pussy onto her son's cock as if in slow motion. "Ohhhh, my God, Ted!"

Ted didn't reply. He had buried his face into his mother's sweatered tits, feeling slightly embarrassed about what was happening, but certainly not fighting against it.

With his cock buried completely inside her cunt, Becky's eyes opened wide, staring at the ceiling. She held her son tightly between her thighs, not moving. Her cunt gripped hard at the base of his cock, flexing around his hot hardness, her clit feeling smashed. Her hands darted to his ass, cupping the cheeks under his jeans. Her skirt was stretching tightly, but she didn't care if it ripped.

"Ooooooh, Ted! Oh, baby!" she sobbed. "My God, that's… darling, it's wonderful!"

The soft, tight wetness clutching his cock had made Ted gasp. Now, he moved.

As he lifted his cock upward, Becky thought he was going to take it out.

"No!" she shouted, pulling down on his ass and lifting her cunt at the same time. "Don't, Ted!"

But Ted wasn't going to remove his cock. When his mother grabbed his ass tightly, he pushed back down.

"Ahhhhhh!" Becky moaned.

Then Ted began fucking his mother.

Becky worked her hips with him, lunging up and down, holding his jeans-clad ass with her feverish hands. She twisted and churned her ass, bouncing it up and down, meeting his strong thrusts. His jeans scraped the tender, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, but she didn't want to shove his pants down. She was afraid he would stop, and she didn't want him to stop.

Squirming, she shoved her hands under his pants and shorts. The feel of his naked ass seared her palms, and she began to churn her hips, straining her pussy onto his stabbing cock. Her son's hot breaths seemed to sear through her light sweater and burn the flesh of her tits underneath.

"Ooohhh, Ted!" she moaned.

"Ahhhh, Mom!" he grunted.

Ted's cock seemed so big inside her cunt, but it was only the sensation of bigness.

Becky cried softly with each thrust of her son's prick into her cunt, her pussy so sensitive that she could actually feel his cock throb, feel the ridges sliding in and out. The friction was sensational, a feeling she had not felt in over five years. She feverishly fondled his humping ass, squeezing his asscheeks, spreading them, smashing them together. She thrashed her own ass about, grinding against his cock greedily. Her skirt had, somehow, slipped higher on her thighs, and it was now about her hips. She lurched her ass up and down, her cunt riding her son's hard cock with feverish ecstasy.

"Hold me, baby!" she cried. "Oh, God, hold me tight, darling!"