Kathy Andrews - Mom without panties

She sat on him, his ass again back on the bed. Her naked body shivered and trembled for some time. Her eyes opened and for a moment seemed vacant, then flickered into life. His chest heaved up and down, his hands caressing along her thighs. A final shiver went up and down her naked body, and she became still.

"My God, Richard," she mewled. "I thought I'd come forever! I've never felt it like that before. So beautiful, so fucking beautiful!"

"Yeah," her son agreed with her, his voice hoarse.

Karen's asshole clenched about his still buried prick, bringing a groan from him.

"Don't do that, Mom," he pleaded.

"I can't help it, Richard," she laughed lewdly. "My asshole won't mind me."

Between her legs, where her cunt now rested on his stomach, she saw his flesh glistening with her wetness. She ran her own hands along her inner thighs, trailing her sharp nails lightly along the sensitive flesh. She grinned wickedly down at her son as the idea came to her. Leaning back, bracing herself with one hand, his cock still up her asshole, Karen parted the hairy lips of her cunt with two fingers, exposing the wet pinkness of her pussy to him.

A stream of piss squirted from her cunt.

"Hey, what the fuck, Mom!" Richard yelped, trying to pull away.

Karen giggled lewdly, squirting a little piss, cutting it off, then squirting again. "Piss on you, you motherfucker!" She laughed.

Richard yelled again, feeling his mother's warm piss drenching his lower body. He tried to push her off him, his cock still up her asshole. But Karen remained where she was, holding her cunt wide, squirting piss in short, quick spurts over his stomach. She laughed with delight, partly playful and partly because of what she was doing made her feel very, very erotic.

"You're fucking up the bed, Mom!" Richard said. "You're fucking up the bed!"

"Who cares, Richard?" she moaned.

"We'll get another fucking bed! I'm pissing on you… for enjoying what Sissy did with you! You're mine, you motherfucker, all mine! We'll get another doctor for you."

Richard stopped struggling. He lay still, watching his mother's cunt, seeing the spurts of piss shoot from it, splashing over his body almost to his small nipples. The heat of it suddenly felt good to him. He lifted a hand and smeared the piss on his flesh.

Karen felt her son's cock starting to grow hard inside her asshole again.

"You like it, you shit!" she shouted happily. "Your cock is getting hard again! I'm going to piss on you and make your cock hard and then I'm going to fuck the shit out of it again!"

But Karen didn't get to fuck her son again.

She was still releasing squirts of piss on him when Richard suddenly groaned. "I'm coming again, Mom!"

"I know!" she yelped happily. "I feel you squirting up my asshole! Oh, give that sweet come to me, Richard! I'm going to piss on you until I get all that come in my ass!"

Richard arched into his mother's asshole as his cock spewed jism. She kept up a stream of piss as he came. Some of her piss reached to his neck, but he didn't seem to mind at all. Karen found it so exciting to piss on her son while she had his cock in her asshole, she felt the sensations of orgasm again. To her surprise, her cunt convulsed even as she pissed. That, she thought, seemed impossible. Yet she was coming and pissing at the same time.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! I don't believe it, Richard! It's impossible, but I'm coming and pissing and I can't stop!"

Her orgasm caused her cunt to piss in spurts, and as she stopped coming, so did the stream of piss. Her son was drenched with it now, and she weakly climbed off him, his cock pulling from her asshole, trying to clamp around it forever. She slumped against the headboard, her flawless tits heaving up and down, nipples arching to the ceiling.

A bit later, she swung her legs off the bed and stood up, feeling weak. "If I can make it, I'm going to get in a hot tub and soak for the rest of the night. My asshole feels raw… like I was fucked in it with sandpaper."

"If it hurt that bad, Mom," Richard asked, "why did you keep fucking?"

"Because I loved it, that's why," she laughed. "I'm a glutton for punishment, maybe." She ran her hands over her swelling asscheeks, wiggling her hips. Cupping her ass, she pumped her cunt toward her son in a lewd gesture. "I'd probably love that cock no matter where it went in me."

She waggled her ass into the bathroom then turned to look at him, "Come to think about it, I don't have any more places to put it, do I?"

She filled the tub with water as hot as she could stand it, then stepped into it, sinking slowly, feeling the water burn her flesh, but soothing it at the same time. Her asshole did feel raw, but there was still a delightful tingle in and around it. She stretched out in the tub, resting her head on the end, her feet toward the faucets. She used a thick cloth to wash her tits, lathering them with her scented soap. Bubbles lifted around her flesh, and when they broke, it felt like the wings of a butterfly kissing her.

She scrubbed her body until her flesh tingled and glowed beautifully. "Richard," she called. "The least you could do is bring your lazy ass in here and wash your mother's back."

Richard came in, dropped to his knees at the tub and took the cloth. Karen sat up, leaning over on her lifted knees and felt his hands and the soapy cloth on her back.

"Want me to wash your ass, Mom?" he asked with a giggle.

"No, you don't!" she said. "You start playing around with my ass and I know I'm going to get fucked again. You keep your hands off my ass, I can wash it myself."

"You'll make yourself hot," he laughed. "I wash it or you wash it, you're still gonna get hot, Mom."

"Maybe so," she answered. "But at least I won't have a cock going in jt."

Finished with her back, Richard sat on the toilet and watched his mother finish. She got on her knees and scrubbed between her thighs, trying not to pay any attention to him. She had never bathed this way while someone was watching her, and she felt strangely shy.

Letting the water out, she climbed from the tub and dried her body with a fluffy towel. Richard watched her with interest as the towel moved about her back, her tits arching. He found it exciting to see the way she dried her tits, almost as if she were shaking them.

Karen sat on the edge of the tub, drying her legs. She ran the towel up and down, her knees parted. She dried her cunt and fluffed the thick hair there while watching her son, pleased by his excitement. It was sort of fun to be watched as she dried herself.

"You better get into the shower," she said. "You've got piss all over you."

She sat with her legs wide, still fluffing her cunt hair. "I'll wash your back, too, baby."

Richard stood up, starting to step into the tub, when he turned swiftly to face his mother.

Before she realized it, he started pissing over her tits, laughing loudly.

"Damn you!" she squealed, shoving her hand into the stream toward the head of his cock. All she succeeded in doing was create a spray of piss that splattered her face and body. She tried to get hold of his cock to make him stop, but Richard moved back out of her reach. He held his cock in his hand, pissing up and down her tits and stomach, even drenching the hair of her pussy. It had happened so fast, Karen still sat with her knees wide. She felt the warm piss running down her body into her cunt hair, over her clit, then dripping to the floor of the bathroom. "Cut it out, Richard! Stop pissing on me! I just bathed, you shit!"

"Like you said, Mom, piss on you!"

Her flesh began to tingle as he kept pissing, the stream splashing and stinging her erect nipples, then her stomach, and finally he was pissing into the hairy curls of her cunt. Karen gasped as her surprise turned to pleasure.