Kathy Andrews - Mom_s on the make

The blonde girl stroked a finger up and down her slit slowly, then parted the lips to reveal delicious, pink wetness, a clit that was throbbing with hardness. Holding her cunt open, the girl used the fingers of her other hand to rub it, twisting and puffing. Her small ass writhed on the stool, but she held her thighs as wide apart as she could. The sound of her breathing reached Misty and Billy.

Slipping a finger into her cunt, the girl let out a muffled squeal.

Misty clutched her son's cock hard, her cunt clamping wetly.

The girl worked her finger in and out of her cunt, finger-fucking herself slowly but deeply. Her face was flushed now, eyes still closed, pouty lips parted with the tip of her tongue flicking them.

Misty stared hotly, wanting to taste the girl's sweet cunt as much as her son did. Watching this wanton display of erotic pleasure made her pussy bubble, her asshole crinkle. She could feel her son's cock throbbing with hardness inside his pants, and she squeezed and stroked it. Billy was struggling to hold his breathing quiet, not wanting to startle the pretty girl. They could see her pretty asscheeks writhe on the stool as she began to swing her legs open and closed, her finger delving deeply into her juicy, pink cunt. Billy ran his hand up the back of his mother's thigh to her pantied ass, clutching an asscheek. Misty waggled her ass for him, and was about to whisper for him to push his hand into her panties when the soft gasps of ecstasy from the girl increased.

"Oooooh… ahhhh!" she moaned.

The girl's fingers flew in and out of her cunt, fucking deeply, her head twisting now. With a long, drawn-out moan, the girl's body shuddered as she came, and Misty and Billy gazed at her juicy cunt squeezing her buried fingers.

The girl, as if ashamed of herself now, pulled her fingers out of her cunt and stepped into her panties. Misty and Billy watched her dress in her jean skirt and blouse, and picking up the dress she had brought into the cubicle with her leave.

"My God, that was beautiful," Misty whispered to her son.

"It sure was, Mom," Billy breathed.

"Fuck me, Billy," Misty moaned, clutching at her son.

But he was leaving the cubicle, following the teen-aged girl, ignoring the fact that his cock was pushing at his pants.

Following her son, Misty watched him trail along behind the girl. The gin moved to the escalators, and they were right behind her. She didn't know what her son was up to but she knew he wouldn't approach the girl directly. The girl was above them on the escalator, and Billy was bending down, peering under the girl's dress, gazing at her pretty ass with hot eyes, Misty was amused, ready to giggle, but didn't want to embarrass him.

On the second floor, the girl looked around the jewelry department, never knowing Misty and Billy were watching her. When the girl wandered to the men's department and looked at the display of jockey shorts, Billy moved up beside her while Misty stood back. She saw her son say something to the girl, who blushed and rushed away quickly.

"Billy, what in the world did you say to her?" Billy grinned. "I asked if she wanted to fuck, Mom."

"Honey, you can't just walk up to a girl and ask that."

"I just found out," he said, sheepishly.

They left the store and strolled along the sidewalk, looking into shop windows. Misty knew her son was horny, hot and ready after watching the girl finger-fuck herself.

"Ready to go home?" she asked.

"I'm ready to go anywhere," he replied, "so long as I can get a piece of ass, Mom."

"Now, you can ask me, but not other girls," she said. "Come on, I'll fuck your brains out!"

They rushed to the car, and Misty drove home fast. Her son had taken his cock out of his pants and stroked it as she drove, and she had a hard time keeping her eyes off it. His response to the pretty teen-aged girl excited her, and she began to think perhaps he would allow her to get fucked by another boy, as lang as he was getting his, too.

Inside the house, Billy was on her before she could undress. He pulled her skirt up and stuffed his cock into her cunt while they stood near the door, humping hard, the crotch of her panties pushed to one side. Misty clung to her son's shoulders, lifting one leg and wrapping it around him.

"Fuck that cunt, Billy!" she urged hotly. "Ohhh, baby, ram it up mother's cunt! Fuck me, darling! God, fuck my cunt hard!"

Billy held his mother's ass, his hands under her skin. He was trying to suck on her tits through her sweater, and Misty yanked it to her chin. Billy clamped his hot mouth on her tit, sucking hard as his cock rammed in and out of her pussy. Misty grunted and clung to him tightly, her ass whipping back and forth to the thrust of his hard cock. That his cock was, so hard and fucking her so fast was caused by the pretty teen-aged girl mattered not at all to Misty. She was excited that it had made her son so damned ready to fuck her.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she groaned.

Billy pulled one of her tits deep into his mouth, his hands clawing at her pantied ass, his cock stabbing vigorously into her juicy, gripping cunt. Misty whimpered and gasped in delight, her shoulders braced against the door. She was about to come already, and didn't fight it.

"Ooooh, baby, you're so fucking hard and my cunt is so fucking wet and I'm about to come!"

A squeal came out of her mouth when her pussy contracted. The convulsions running through her cunt dragged on Billy's cock, and with a hot grunt, he spewed, sending boiling spurts of come juice into her pussy. The rapid spray increased Misty's orgasm until she was coming over and over, squealing and shaking, about to fall to the floor.

"Oh, my God, Billy!" she breathed when things calmed. She lowered her leg that had been wrapped around him, his cock sliding out of her cunt. "That girl really turned you on, didn't she?"

Billy, gasping, hugged his mother tightly, his hands under her skirt and on her pantied ass, his cock squeezed between her still hot thighs. He buried his face in her tits as she rested. Misty wrapped her arms around him, giggling softly as he nuzzled at her tits. When he didn't answer, she said, "I was turned on, too."

"I know you were, Mom," he said, his face between her tits.

"Oh, you do, do you?"

"You were breathing kind of heavy," Billy said, lifting his face and smiling up at her. "And your cunt was sure wet."

"So what if she did turn me on, too?"

"It was… you know, exciting."

"Yes, it sure was." Misty kissed him, then pushed him away. "Leave me alone for a minute. I don't know what I'm going to do with you. You're more horny than ever. I swear you're going to fuck mother's cunt sore."

Billy grinned, his eyes flashing. "You can take it."

"You bet your sweet little ass I can take it," she said, and moved across the room, undressing as she went. "I can take it anyway you give it to me." She winked lewdly at him, peeling her panties off and dropping them on the floor. "Now, bath time."

She shot him the bird, then turned and ran, her naked ass bouncing sweetly, Billy after her.

They wrestled playfully into her room and the bathroom, where Billy allowed her to run the tub, standing behind her and caressing her creamy ass and thighs, sliding his hand around to cup a tit.

Slipping his cock into the split of her ass, he held her as he leaned over to test the water.

"Mom, if you stay this way for a little longer, I'll slip you the bird." He laughed.

Misty waggled her ass, feeling his cock pressing at the pucker of her asshole. "I've got the nest for it, honey."

"A couple of nests," he said, humping so his cock rubbed up and down the split of her lovely ass.

"You can't stick that thing in me soft," she said, grinding at him as she braced her body by placing her hands on the rim of the tub.