Kathy Andrews - Mom_s on the make

"Ohhh, come for me!" she cried out as she shifted to the next cock. "Come for me… for my mouth!"

Both were getting close to discharge.

Misty sucked fast and hard, her head jerking from side to side. She gripped their balls desperately, squirming her cunt on the floor, her knees flung wide apart.

The excitement became too much for the young boy.

He grabbed his cock while Misty was sucking Billy's, and began to pound it frantically, jacking off as he waited for her lips.

"Ohhh, yes!" Misty squealed when she saw him. "Jack it off! Ahhh, jack it off! You, too, Billy! You guys jack off… and come in my face! Squirt that hot sweet come juice in my cocksucking face!"

Billy and the boy jerked their cocks swiftly, hips arching forward. Misty kept her squeezing grip on their balls, her head tilted, eyes burning as she watched their fists move back and forth on their cocks. Her tongue lapped at her lips as she anticipated the hot spurt of come juice in her face.

"I'm gonna come!" the boy shouted. "Me, too!" Billy groaned. "Yes! Hurry!" Misty released a pair of balls and began to vigorously finger-fuck herself.

"Now, Mom!"

The hot spurt of her son's come juice gushed out of his cock.

Then the boy came, too.

Misty opened her mouth wide, and caught the hot squirts of their young come juice into her mouth at the same time. As her mouth filled and the taste sent her emotions reeling, her cunt exploded with a tight, almost painful, orgasm. Her mouth filled until it overflowed, the thick come juice seeping over her chin and running down her neck. She didn't swallow until they were finished, and the load was almost too much for her.

Billy showed no evidence of jealousy, just as he had promised her.

But she wanted Billy to have fun, too. She wanted him to have fun doing and not always just watching her. Billy seemed satisfied, but she knew he wasn't. The problem she had was not knowing any women intimately enough to suggest they allow Billy to fuck them as she watched. Billy talked a lot about the pretty teenaged girl they had watched finger-fucking in the dressing room, and she knew he wanted to try a different pussy.

She also knew it was up to her to find him one, a sweet little cunt that would be agreeable. She talked to him about the girls he knew at school, and realized none of them would be acceptable. They visited the shopping mall, looking over the pretty girls, unable to approach any of them, always on the lookout for another pretty girl finger-fucking. They saw many sweet crotches, tight panties, and even one naked under a skirt, but there was none approachable. They spent time in the nearby park, looking the girls over there, watching closely to see if any showed an erotic interest. They saw a lot of very young girls, tumbling about and flashing their pretty panties, but they wouldn't do, either.

Then, as strange as it may seem, they came across a young boy and a girl sneaking into the shrubbery at the park. Misty knew immediately what they were up to, and motioning for her son to be quiet, they sneaked up and watched the two.

There was no foreplay between them.

The girl rubbed the front of the boy's pants as he lifted her short dress and fondled her cunt. There was no kissing, just feeling. The boy had a nice hard-on when the girl pulled it out of his pants. The girl removed her on panties as the boy stood and stroked his cock, watching her. The girl's cunt was pink and sugary-looking with soft fuzz. She had hardly any tits to speak of, Billy's cock had become hard as he and his mother watched, and Misty squeezed it for him.

The boy lay back, and the little girl straddled him, squatting down. They watched the boy rub the head of his cock against the slit of the girl's cunt, making her squeal and wiggle her tight little ass.

Watching the two young ones made Misty's cunt burn, too. She was wearing a white T-shirt, her tits outlined, nipples straining, and a pair of hot pink, very short shorts. As they watched, moisture spread at the crotch of her shorts.

The girl squatted above the boy, letting him rub the head of his cock back and forth on her sweet, tight-looking slit. Their breathing was ragged and harsh, and Misty wished the girl would hurry and slide her almost-hairless cunt down onto that hard cock and fuck him. But they seemed satisfied with rubbing cock to cunt. The girl held her dress at her waist, peering down at his cock touching her pussy. She didn't move much, bat let the boy do most of the touching and rubbing.

They watched for what seemed a long time, and Misty began to be concerned someone would catch them. The possibilities of the young boy and girl looked good to her, and she stood up, and without letting her son know what she was doing, stepped into the bushes.

The girl gave a cry and jumped up, jerking her dress down. The boy scrambled onto his stomach, hiding his cock. They looked frightened, not startled.

"Don't be afraid," Misty said softly, taking the girl's hand. "It's okay."

Billy had been surprised at his mother's movement, and stood watching her. Misty leaned down and whispered to the girl, still holding her hand. She had turned her ass toward the still prone boy, her legs spread a bit. They boy was looking up between her long thighs at the crotch of her pink shorts.

The girl looked shy, shivering as Misty held her hand.

Billy came close, and the girl tried to jerk away, but Misty clung to her, not letting her move, the girl saw Billy's cock pushing at his pants, and a flush covered her pretty face. Misty, still whispering softly to the girl, stepped over the boy on the ground, straddling him with her back toward his face. As her son watched, she lifted the girl's dress and felt her slim hips and golden thighs, the tight swell of her small ass, and finally slid her palm between the girl's legs and felt her hot little cunt. As she felt the girl up, she bent her knees and began to squat down toward the boy's face. He was gasping and staring with huge eyes directly into her crotch.

Misty spread her crotch above the boy's face, squatting as the little girl had earlier. She held the girl's dress at her waist, and the girl was shaking, but her interest was intense. She even opened her thighs for Misty's caressing fingers. Billy, seeing the girl wasn't going to run off, pulled his cock from his pants, and Misty took the girl's hand.

"Play with it, honey," she urged. "Feel his cock."

The hot little hand gripped Billy's cock, her eyes wide, and she began to pump it. Misty, with a whimper of satisfaction, twisted her ass and lightly pushed her covered cunt to the face beneath it. She felt the boy's hands on her thighs, but not trying to push her cunt out of his face.

She lowered her crotch, rubbing the wet shorts against the boy's face and making the pretty little girl giggled suddenly.

Misty grinned up at her. "You think it tickles?"

"I know it does," she shyly replied.

"It feels very good," Misty said her voice thick.

"How can it feel good when you have your shorts on?" the girl asked.

Billy, feeling a tight, hot cheek of the girl's ass while she held his cock, said, "Anything feels good to my mom."

"Your mom!" the girl gasped. "She's your mother!"

Misty nodded. "Of course I'm his mother." The boy beneath her ass tried to push away, but Misty refused to lift her ass up. On the contrary, she pressed a little tighter on his face.

"You're not lying?" the girl asked, gripping Billy's cock very hard as she looked down into Misty's face. "You're really his mother?"

Misty nodded, smiling, sliding her fingers along the succulent slit of the girl's hairless cunt. She moved the tip of one finger into the wet tightness, making the girl gurgle and open her legs more. Moving her finger up and down slowly, Misty finger-fucked the sugary little cunt.