Kathy Andrews - Mom_s on the make

She then fit a bra on her tits, a bra that lifted, but kept her tits exposed. She pulled a pink sweater on, and was pleased with the effect. Her nipples pushed at the sweater, molded, pointed. She frowned as she looked through her collection of shorts, and decided on a short skirt. Short skirts were coming back into fashion, and that delighted her. She was the type of woman who could wear short skirts very well, with her exquisitely long legs and lovely body. After putting the skirt on, she slipped her feet into soft leather, knee-high boots with high heels. Her dark hair swirled about her shoulders as she examined herself in a long mirror.

When she returned to the living room, Billy was there. He looked at her, a light starting in his eyes. He had slipped into fresh shorts, with a white T-shirt, and was bare-footed.

"Are you going someplace, Mom?" he asked. "I wasn't thinking about it," she replied, standing at his side and running her hand through his hair.

"Then why dress up?"

"Dress up? Honey, this isn't dressed up," she laughed softly.

"You sure look pretty," he said, looking at her thighs, then at the way her tits pushed out. Misty stepped back, one hand on her hip, and cocked a knee. "Do you really think so?"

"Yeah," he said, his voice lowering as his eyes moved up and down her body.

She moved to a chair, sitting down, crossing her long legs. Billy's eyes followed her, and he kept staring at her thighs.

"Billy," she asked softly, "do you like looking at girls? I mean, in those really short shorts?"

Billy had no reason to deny it, or be nervous about it, not now. He nodded his head, still gazing at his mother's thighs.

"And… under their dresses?"

Again he nodded.

A tingle rippled through Misty, and her cunt seemed to start a low, slow throbbing.

"Do you look at them often?"

"As often as I can, Mom," he said, and made no effort to hide the growing hardness of his cock in his shorts.

"Do you see many? I mean many girls with their dresses up?"

"Not as many as I'd like to see." The more she heard from her son, the more interested she became. Being a voyeur herself, and now an exhibitionist, too, knowing her son enjoyed looking made it easier for her.

She uncrossed her legs, and as her son stared, she slowly spread them open. She watched his pleasure flood his young face.

Billy gazed unabashedly up between his mother's thighs, seeing the satiny insides, the stretched band of her panties, a few stray cunt hairs curling along the edges. His cock lurched up into a full hardness, pushing at his shorts, and he shivered slightly, running his tongue over his lips. His balls had a fullness in them that was almost painful, but felt good, too.

Misty remained with her legs wide, leaning back on the chair, hands folded on her flat stomach, letting her son look all he wanted. Her pussy was steaming, and she knew wetness was forming on her panties and wondered if her son could see that.

Misty's pussy pulsated with wet heat, and she wondered if her son could see it twitch in her panties. As he looked up her legs, she looked steadily at his cock making a tent in his shorts.

"Billy, have you ever had a piece of ass?"

"A piece of…" He giggled. "No, Mom." She smiled, satisfied with his reply.

"It must be miserable for you," she said softly. "All those delicious girls, showing those pretty little asses and legs, and not being able to get one, huh?"

Billy nodded, making a wet sound as he swallowed.

Misty was swinging her legs open and closed now, making soft fleshy sounds as her thighs met the band of her panties flashed, then disappeared, flashed again. She kept her eyes on his hard-on, her fingers curling tightly together on her stomach.

"Am I exciting you, darling?" she purred throatily.

Billy nodded his head vigorously.

"Do you wish you could see girls do this?" Again he nodded, licking his lips again, his eyes burning with desire.

Misty flung her legs wide, and lifted her ass, pushing her pantied cunt into the air, then made grinding motions as if she were fucking. Her eyes smoldered. Her hands moved down her hips, caressing her thighs as Billy gulped softly, mesmerized by her. Dragging a finger up her inner thigh, Misty teased by sliding it into the crotch of her panties, lifting them slightly. She mewled as the heat increased in her body. Suddenly, she jerked the crotch of her panties to one side, giving her son a brief peek at her cunt. It was fast, but Billy had seen the wet slit of her pussy.

"Mom, don't do that!" he gasped.

"I thought you would like it," she purred. "I do, Mom! But… you're gonna make me come again!"

"Mmmmm, that would be wonderful," she murmured with a thick voice.

"I don't wanna come that way," he protested.

"Oh? How do you want to come, honey?"

"You know," he said. "Mom, you know!" Misty ran her tongue over her lips slowly, suggestively, her eyes slitted with bubbling hunger.

"You know what mother would do if you did, don't you?"

"Like before?"

"Just like before."

"Ohhhh, Mom."

Misty had pulled her panties part way to one side again, exposing the soft hair at the edge of her pussy. She was running a finger up and down it, very slowly twisting her ass.

"What's the matter, baby?" she purred.

"You're gonna make me come!" he protested, and now gripped his cock through his shorts, making the head swell even more. A wet spot where his piss-hole was grew outward.

"I'd love for you to come, Billy," she purred hotly, pulling her panties all the way to the side, her bushy cunt showing. Wetness glistened on the slit and the soft hairs. The crease of her ass could be seen by him, too. "I love to show myself… to you, baby. Don't you like looking at mother this way? Seeing between my legs… my panties, my…" she breathed deeply, then finished it. "My pussy?"

"Mom, don't!"

His fist squeezed his cock as he stared at her cunt. Misty could see his prick throb from this short distance. The wet spot spread wide. Holding her panties to one side, she lifted her ass off the chair again, legs as wide as she could get them. She churned her ass, pumping up and down as though her pussy was sliding along a hard cock. Then she spread her pussy open with two fingers, her clit bulging out with vibrating hardness, the satiny flesh of her cunt exposed to her son's boiling eyes.

"Mom, I'm…"

Billy began to jerk on his cock frantically, holding it inside his shorts. After a few strokes, he grunted, and came, in his shorts.

"Ahhh, nice, baby," Misty purred. "That's very nice."

Billy slumped, sucking in air, but still staring between his mother's thighs.

"Now look at me, Mom. I've made a mess in my shorts."

"You couldn't help it, baby," she whispered. "Mother was only doing what you wanted to see a pretty girl do."

Billy, now that the edge of his passion was over, grinned at her.

Misty grinned back, adjusted her panties and sat up with her legs together. Then she stuck her tongue out, waggling it suggestively at him.

"Well, aren't you going to give me what I want, now?" she asked.

"I don't know what you want, Mom."

"Like before, baby," she reminded him. "I did what you wanted to see me do, and now you've got to let me lave what I want. Take your shorts off."

"Here? You mean with you here, Mom?"

"Why not? I saw it earlier, didn't I?" Billy showed a slight bashfulness as he removed his shorts, handing them to his mother when she reached outward. He stood up, his cock dangling, wet with his come juice. Misty gazed at him with steady eyes. He looked so delicious, standing there wearing only his T-shirt. She saw fuzz around the base of her son's cock, his preciously young balls dangling. As she looked at him, she turned his shorts inside out, and ran her tongue through the come juice on them. Billy watched, excited.