Kathy Andrews - Mom_s hot loving

Later, as she lay in bed unable to sleep, her cunt boiled more than it ever had in her life, and she was in torment. She could not rid herself of the torturing picture of her son fucking Judy. And the more she thought of that, the hotter and wetter her cunt became.

She was, still wide awake when she saw her bedroom door opening. Her heart thudded in her chest when she saw her son enter the room. He wore only jockey shorts. Marian had not turned off her bedside lamp and the room was illuminated with soft light.

Jack came directly into the room and stood beside his mother's bed, looking down at her. With a strange sensation of tingling anticipation, Marian gazed up at him. Not a word passed between them, and Marian made no protest when Jack reached out and took hold of the sheet covering her. He lifted it, then shoved it down.

Usually Marian wore a nightgown but this particular night she had pulled on a lacy, almost sheer shorty gown that had been her husband's favorite. He had liked it because it was so sexy, he told her. Her nipples were exposed by the lacy material and the sheer fabric hung not quite to the bottom of her ass. With the sheet at her feet, her son was seeing her body quite clearly.

Her eyes roamed down his hairless chest, then fixed upon the swelling lump in his shorts. There was a moist spot where the head of his cock pressed and she longed to reach out and touch it.

Without a word, Jack leaned over the bed and casually lifted the short gown. Marian's cunt became exposed to her son's hot eyes and as she shoved the gown upwards. She lifted herself so he could bunch it about her shoulders. Her eyes burned upon his swollen cock as he looked down at her, seeing the curve of his mother's tits, her flat, quivering stomach, and the thick triangle of her dark cunt hair. Marian's thighs were closed and she pressed them together tightly, causing her cunt to throb with sudden desire.

She could not take her eyes off her son's thrusting cock even as Jack lowered his hands and began to fondle her swollen tits. His hands felt hot upon her smooth tits as he curled his fingers into than. Holding one of her tits, she felt him, sliding his hand down her trembling stomach and caressing her thick cunt hair. He placed his hand on her thigh, gently urging his mother to open her legs.

Marian felt herself responding and her legs parted. And all the time her eyes gazed in hot desire at the point where his jockey shorts bulged out. She shivered when her son ran his hand up the inside of her smooth thigh and her hips jerked when she felt him cup her, hairy cunt. A soft whimper bubbled from her as he rubbed up and down the puffy, hairy lips of her cunt. She moved her left hand out, watching it move of its own will, unable to stop or control the motion. Her fingertips touched the moist spot of his shorts and then she traced the outline of his cock, feeling it throb powerfully.

One of her son's fingers was pressing between the lips of her burning cunt, easing inside her pussy. Her hips jerked again as he began to slowly work his finger in and out of her soaking cunt. With a low gurgle, Marian cupped her son's balls and squeezed them very gently. Jack pulled his hand off her tit, the finger of his other hand still moving in and out of her hot cunt. As she saw him pull the crotch of shorts to one side, suddenly revealing ins cock and balls, Marian's hips began to move, arching up and down to the rhythm of his finger.

Her hand curled about his balls, tugging and twisting them tenderly. Finally Jack removed his finger from his mother's pussy and crawled onto the bed with her. He sprawled along her side and, still without speaking, he began to lick her rigid, rubber-like nipple. Marian closed her hot hand around his cock, squeezing the hardness and feeling a thrill flow through her as his prick throbbed in her palm. Slowly and hesitantly she began to jack back and forth on her son's cock.

Jack sucked on his mother's nipple, gently at first, then closing his lips closed about it hard and sucking vigorously, his hips pumping into her jacking fist. His hand went back to her cunt and he started finger-fucking her again.

Marian lay almost still, her hips writhing and her fist holding his cock as he fucked into it. When Jack started to roll on top of her, she sucked in a harsh breath, but made no effort to stop him. Her cunt was boiling too hotly.

Jack was between her thighs and she felt his cock brushing about the thick mass of her pussy hair. He reached down and grasped his cock and Marian shuddered with delight when he moved it downward, scraping along her distended clitoris and finally began to press into her cunt.

Marian gazed up into his young face; her hands resting along her sides, her legs, wide. She gasped softly when the swollen head of her son's cock penetrated the slipperiness of her twitching cunt. For a long moment Jack held only the head of his cock inside his mother's cunt, then he began to inch his prick into her slowly. Marian felt her son's cock stretching the sensitive lips of her cunt and her hips moved upwards in slow motion. Jack ran his cock all the way into his mother's cunt and his balls slapped against her curvy ass checks. Marian, her eyes still wide and glazed, her mouth slightly parted, gasped at the exquisite pleasure between her legs.

Jack braced himself by placing his hands on each side of his mother's shoulders. Then he began to thrust his cock in and out of her cunt. They gazed into each other's glassy, smoldering eyes. Marian dug her fingers into the sheet as her hips began to move up and down, meeting her son's hard cock.

She felt his hips-sliding along the hotness of her inner thighs, sending sparks of delight through her naked body. Her breathing increased until she was softly gasping with ecstasy, her hips bouncing up and down in slow motion as he drove his cock into her. The way his balls slapped against her naked ass cheeks increased the pleasure that brought a flush to her flesh.

Her fingers clawed at the sheet and the desire to wrap her arms around him and pull him close, to crush her tits against his chest, was very strong. Still, she resisted the outward display of what she was feeling. She knew a man – or in this case, a boy – with a hard cock seldom suffered any shame, until the fuck was over. She didn't want her son to have any feelings of guilt, so she lay still with only her hips pumping to his, gasping softly and gazing up into his face.

Marian had always been a sensual woman. She almost always came when her husband fucked her. Now, however, she felt herself going through a series of warm, almost gentle, orgasms. She was surprised at this. She had heard of women who enjoyed multiple orgasms and had felt cheated. But now she felt them and each one was stronger than the preceding one. She could feel the throbbing hardness of her son's cock as it slid along the wet sensitive lips of her cunt and scraped her clitoris.

Jack grunted as he plunged his cock into his mother's slippery cunt. His pumping hips bounced up and down faster. Marian detected a further swelling of his cock and she could feel it jerking deep inside her pussy. She had felt that same sensation with her husband and she knew her, son was about to come. She wondered, vaguely, her hips moving up and down with him, if he would come inside her pussy. She didn't want him to yank his prick from her cunt when he came, she wanted to feel the thick sweetness of his come juice as it squirted into her.

She had loved to feel her husband's cock spewing into her pussy and if Jack suddenly jerked his prick from her cunt she knew it would be an intense loss. But Jack was speeding up, not hesitating a bit, his grunts hotter with the increased excitement. She saw his eyes film over and she arched her cunt up, writhing her crotch a little more vigorously as he fucked her, his balls swinging against her trembling ass cheeks.