Kathy Andrews - Mom_s on the make

At the moment she didn't care if someone saw her. She wanted someone to watch her, to see her play with her hot cunt and stroke it and rub it. She wanted someone to see how hot she was, how lewd, how wanton, she felt. She wanted to act on a stage, naked, playing with her slender, but curvy body as men and women watched, getting turned on by her.

She rubbed and twisted at her clit, her hands inside her panties, working a finger of her other hand into her cunt. She bunched her ass on the seat of the car, moaning softly in her self-induced ecstasy. She wanted her son to come back and watch her to see her as she made herself come, to stare at her finger darting in and out of her pussy, watch his cock harden with excitement.

The sudden orgasm exploded around her fingers and she sighed, biting her bottom lip to hold back the scream of rapture.

When her orgasm was over, she stood up weakly, and smoothed the stained skirt over her legs. Slamming the car door, she entered the house. She was disappointed that no one had seen her. Still, it had been exciting to sit there finger-fucking herself, with the possibility of someone walking by and looking at her, or better yet, her son coming back and catching her at it.

Billy was watching television, and a quick glance at the front of his shorts told her he no longer had a hard-on. She stood there at the door between the living room and the kitchen, watching her son.

He confirmed that he knew she was there when he said, not looking up at her but staring at the television, "You're very pretty, too, Mom."

"Too?" she asked. "I don't understand."

"That girl," he said, his voice sounding funny. "You know, where we got the drinks. You're even prettier than she is."

Misty felt a tingle grow across her flesh. "Oh, that girl. Am I, really?"

He nodded, still not looking at her. She saw his young body tremble.

"What's wrong, Billy?"

"Mom, why did you do that?"

"Do what, honey?"

"You know," he said, a hoarse whisper. "Your dress."

Misty had not moved from the doorway. "My dress? Oh, I didn't spill the drink on purpose, honey."

"I mean… at the drive-in, and… in the garage."

"I don't know," she finally whispered. "I just… did it."

Billy looked at her, a very quick look, then at the television again.

"Do it again," she heard him say, his voice thick.

"Do it again?" she whispered, feeling the heat flow through her. "Do it again… for you?"

He nodded.

"But… you're not looking at me, darling," she replied, her voice very low and throaty.

"Would you if I looked, Mom?"

"I… I'm not sure," she said, then quickly, "Yes, I will."

Billy turned to look at her. Misty stared boldly into his eyes, seeing his desire, his hunger to see her lift her skirt. The idea of raising her skirt for her son, exposing herself to his young eyes, sent a wild tremor of liquid excitement through her.

"You really want me to?" she asked, a shake in her voice. He nodded, his eyes bright.

Misty's fingers fumbled with her skirt at her thighs. That she was about to lift her skirt for her son excited her very much. That her son had asked her to lift it excited her very much. She began to itch the pleated white skirt up her legs. She watched his face, seeing it glow with delight, his lips parted as he began to breathe faster. She paused when the hem of her skirt was at the tops of her nylons.

"More?" she asked in a whispery voice, her cunt pulsating wetly.

He nodded.

"My panties."

Again Billy nodded.

"Billy," she breathed, her eyes moving off his face to his shorts. His cock was hardening, she saw. "Baby, do you really want mother to… do you want me lift it higher… my panties… my…"

Billy's head jerked up and down, his tongue moving over his lips. He could just see the creamy flesh of her thighs above her nylons, and his balls began to ache.

"In the… I… Billy, are you sure?"

He nodded, eager.

"What will happen, honey?" she asked nervously.

"Nothing, Mom," he said, his voice thick. "I just wanna see your… you know, panties."

"You wouldn't try to… I mean, you'd stay there in the chair, won't you?"

"I promise, Mom."

"Well, if you promise."

Misty slowly lifted her white skirt. The crotch of her panties showed, and Billy stared hard at them, his cock pushing up against his red jogging shorts. Misty held her skirt just below the elastic of her bikini panties, her tits swollen and her cunt throbbing.

"More?" she moaned.

He nodded.

Misty lifted her skirt to her waist, her dimpled belly button displayed above her tight, white, lacy panties. She stood staring at his cock pushing at his shorts, feeling as if she was about to come in her panties.

The head of her son's cock slipped from his shorts.

Billy had not moved, but there it was, round and smooth.

"Oh, Billy!" Misty breathed, the cheeks of her ass tightening as her cunt began to quiver wetly. "Billy! Baby!"

Billy suddenly grunted, his cock spewing thick juice high into the air, splashing back down on his thigh. His eyes half closed as he kept looking at his mother's exposure, coining hard and rapidly, coating his thigh and front of his red shorts.

His come juice spewed high, very high.

"Billy…" Misty gasped, watching.

Then, without thinking about what she was doing, Misty ran toward her son, her skirt around her waist.

She dropped to her knees, and her long tongue snaked out, sliding up his thigh, licking away the hot come juice. Billy gasped loudly as he watched her, her tongue swirling through the come juice and moving higher on his leg. Misty lapped hungrily at his leg, tasting his sweet come juice, pulling it into her mouth and swallowing it. Her cunt burned, swelled until it seemed her panties were too tight on it. Her tongue moved through the juice on the front of his shorts, and then touched his piss-hole. It was a quick touch, and then she drew her tongue back into her mouth.

When she lifted her face to his, her eyes swimming in liquid heat, her cunt convulsed with a fiery orgasm, making her ass shake and bunch.

"I'm coming!" she cried softly, her tongue licking at her lips, lips that glistened with his come juice. "I'm coming off, too, baby!"

She clutched her son's thigh, on her knees, staring into his eyes as she came and came, wave after wave of intense orgasm.

Misty sat wrapped in her robe, fresh from her bath, feeling very good about herself.

Billy had hushed happily after what happened between them, then ran off to his room, showered, and was now taking a nap.

She stretched, lifting her arms above her heed, long legs pushed out. Her robe parted and a creamy, full tit shown, her nipple pebbled. Site glanced at it, giggling softly to herself. Billy would probably love to see it, she thought. And she would love to show it to him. Maybe show him both of her tits, do a slow strip for him until she stood naked, letting his hot young eyes drink in her slender beauty. She had never seen a guy come so hard, so much, without his cock being touched.

She parted her robe and looked down her body. The soft curls of her cunt were soft, silky, just thick enough to conceal the sensitive silt of her pussy, unless she parted her legs a little. When she did that, the pink sweetness showed, and if she was excited, the tip of her clit would stick forward slightly. She parted her legs wide, then lifted them into the air, pulling them toward her shoulders, giggling lewdly, wondering if her son would squirt now, seeing crotch, her cunt and the spreading of her rounded asscheeks. The lewd, inviting position would certainly make his young cock hard again, that was for sure.

After a while, she stood and went to her room, letting the robe fall from her shoulders. Naked, Misty was a dream, a real hard-on-producing dream. Total nakedness often was not inviting as certain articles of clothing, she knew, but absolute nakedness was delicious, too. She selected a pair of skimpy bikini panties, white, with tiny red hearts on them. They were cut high on her hips, cupping her tight ass perfectly. The crotch puffed outward with her cunt and the lush curls.