Kathy Andrews - Coming with mom

Then he pulled his cock from her lips.

Carol shot her tongue out before he could pull away, licking quickly over his piss hole. As she knelt there, Mike stuffed his cock into his pants. Carol looked up at him with hot, slightly misty eyes.

"That was a good one, Carol," he said. "Listen, I gotta go-the guys are waiting. Come around and watch practice again real soon.

"Mike, what's wrong with you?" she asked, standing up and knowing she felt ashamed of herself.

"Hey, cunt," he said, "let's don't make a big deal out of a couple blow jobs and a fuck or two. We both know the score, Carol."

She stood there and watched him trot around the corner of the gym. Picking up her purse, she walked slowly to the parking lot where she had parked. Her lips felt puffy and bruised, her throat sore.

Sitting in the car, she leaned against the steering wheel, wondering about the change that had come over Mike. Finally she turned the overhead light on and looked at her face in the rearview mirror. Her lips, just as she suspected, were bruised. There was a small scratch on her nose where his zipper had scraped.

Starting the car, she drove home slowly. By the time she arrived, it was almost midnight. The house was dark and that told her Jimmy and Karen were in bed. Parking in front of the garage, she locked the car and entered the house.

Carol undressed in her bedroom, then ran a tub of hot water, tossing in oils and bubble bath. She soaked in the water for a long time, deciding to ignore Mike from now on. He was not the boy she had met two months ago.

Drying her exquisite body with a huge, fluffy towel, then draping it around her, she went into the bedroom and brushed her hair. The mirror showed the puffy, bruised condition of her lips, and she firmed her resolve to never

again see Mike.

He isn't the only one, she told herself. Those other boys on the court seemed to like me. They sure looked at me. I should have given them a good look under my dress. I bet there's at least one of them who would be nice, with a beautiful cock.

She started for the big bed, a smile on her lips as she reviewed the boys she had seen. Some of them were quite good looking. Maybe they would not have as large a cock as Mike, but that didn't matter to her. The size of a prick was not all that important to Carol. It was a teenage cock that interested her, those young, hairy balls… that was what she was interested in.

As she placed a knee on the bed, she heard a groan.

Carol paused, frowning.

With the towel still wrapped around her, tucked tightly between her straining tits, she went into the hallway. The sound had come from her son's room. Usually Carol checked on Jimmy and Karen when she came in late, but tonight she had been so mad and hurt by Mike's actions that she had forgotten.

Carol always insisted on the bedroom doors being open. She told her children it was so she could hear them if they became ill or cried out in their sleep. She looked into her son's bedroom. There was a full moon, and his window was open. The silvery light cast a dim glow over his body.

Jimmy was on top of the sheets, sleeping in nothing but his shorts. But his cock and balls were exposed from the leg of them. Carol smiled to herself as she thought of her son playing with them before he went to sleep. She knew he played with his cock because she had seen the damp spots on his sheets. There were too many of those spots to be nothing but wet dreams, she knew.

She had seen his cock before, when she had covered him with the sheet at night. But now…

There was a bellow of hunger in the pit of her stomach. The beast was pacing again, roaring, and her cunt began to pulsate like liquid fire.

Before she realized what she was doing, she stood beside his bed, looking down at his cock and balls in the light of the moon. Jimmy's cock, she noticed immediately, was not as large as Mike's. Jimmy's prick was about four inches long, slimy and smooth with a nice head. His cock was, of course, hard.

She looked at his cock, seeing the prick head so sweetly swollen and smooth, a bead of moisture on the piss hole. His balls, also smaller than Mike's, had hair but not as much. He had one leg thrown wide, bent at the knee.

Cock!

The beast within her was screaming the word, and her eyes became glassy. She felt the overpowering urge to reach out and take her son's cock in her hand, to pump up and down

on his prick, jack him off as he slept. But it wouldn't work, she knew. Jimmy would wake up, if not while she jacked on his cock then he would certainly wake up when she made him come.

Yet, Carol stood there, looking down at her son's cock and balls. She licked at her puffy bruised lips, the desire to taste his beautiful cock strong. She wanted to lean over and lick away that bead of slippery sweetness on his piss hole, and there was a fiery sensation in and around her cunt.

Maybe just a feel, she said to herself, her hand lifting and reaching. Just a quick feel of Jimmy's cock, then I'll go, and he will never know I had felt his sweet prick.

She halted her hand near his cock, watching his prick with eyes that were hot and again desperate. The need, the hunger, was there again. She lowered her hand, her palm barely grazing the moist head of his prick. She felt the fuck liquid smear into her hand.

And Carol's mind seemed to explode.

Her fingers closed about her son's cock and she very gently squeezed his prick. She could feel his cock throb between her fingers, and she could not resist a few pumping motions on his prick. It seemed as if Jimmy's cock grew harder as she jacked slowly and carefully up and down..

Then she was sitting on his bed..

Her fingers clung to her son's cock as she stared with glassy eyes. She felt his thigh

against hers, his flesh hot and exciting. She began to gasp with desire as her fist rode up and down her son's cock. She glanced at his smooth face, seeing him breathe evenly in sleep.

One taste, she said to herself. Just one taste of Jimmy's cock, then I leave for sure.

She leaned over him, the tip of her tongue between her bruised lips. She held his cock tightly now, the smooth head bulging from her fingers. Carol ran the tip of her tongue over his piss hole, tasting the bubbling fuck juices. The taste was sweet on her tongue, and a soft, very quiet whimper came from her sore throat. Her lips opened, and she had the head 6f her son's cock between them. But they hurt cracked at the corners from the brutal mouth-fuck Mike had given her.

Pulling her face up, holding it about six inches from her son's cock, she began to jack up and down his prick. Her left hand slipped up and cradled his balls. As she jerkily, but gently, jacked her son's cock, she fondled his balls, twisting and pulling them tenderly.

Carol was excited now, thoughts of her son waking up and catching her at this gone from her mind. The hunger was there, controlling her like never before. Her pussy was throbbing and getting as wet as it had been while she was at the gym. The lips of her cunt swelled between her thighs, her clit rigid with erotic excitement. The animal within her was prowling, bellowing loudly.

She tightened her fist about her son's cock, moving it up and down faster. The power that throbbed in her fist sent wild, wicked signals from her mind to her cunt. She began to moan softly, mewls of erotic delight. She gazed down at her son's cock in the moonlight as she jacked him. The idea of making her son come was strong. She wanted to see his cock come, watch his come juice fly from his piss hole. She wanted his prick in her mouth, but her mouth was just too sore, with those cracks at the corners. Again she leaned over and licked away seeping Fuck juice, her tongue twirling about the smoothness of his cock head. The tip of her tongue licked over his prickshaft, then she lapped tenderly at his balls. Her cunt was about to explode, and she could not hold back the soft whimpers of ecstasy that flowed from… her.