Kathy Andrews - Mom_s on the make

"Do you like that, Mom?" he asked. "I mean, the taste of come juice?"

"Mmmmm, I love it!" she answered honestly. She swirled her tongue through the wetness, then sucked at his shorts. "I've loved the taste since I was a little girl. I used to love it very much with your father. I don't know how to explain it, but the hot juice from a guy's balls really turns me on, darling."

"Showing yourself does, too," he giggled.

"Yes, it does," she said.

Finished with his shorts, she dropped them on the floor. Her hand lifted for him, and Billy came toward her. Sitting upright on the chair, Misty cupped her son's balls, feeling them tenderly.

"These feel so nice in my hand, so soft and hot." She gave his young balls a gentle squeeze, looking up at him. "Is it okay if mother feels your balls, baby?"

"Yeah," Billy grunted, trembling as his mother manipulated his balls gently.

"Billy, did you really like what I did today? I mean at the drive-in, and then after we got home? I have to know that."

"It kind of shook meat first, Mom," he said.

"I mean, I turn around and see you with your legs open, in those nylons, and your panties, I almost dropped the Cokes."

She giggled softly, twisting his balls. "I know you did. But it was fun, wasn't it?"

He nodded, his cock starting to lift with hardness again.

"Would you like me to do that more often?"

"You mean outside?"

"Yes, outside."

"What if someone else saw you, too?"

"I'd probably come… the way you did," she giggled. "Ooooh, that would be very nice if I did!"

Billy trembled, partly because his mother was feeling his balls, her other hand on his hip, and partly because he could see, in his mind, his mother showing her panties outside the house, and coming.

"Can I watch you do it, Mom?" he asked, his voice shaking with excitement. "Can I watch you do that?"

Misty squeezed his balls just hard enough to make him moan in pleasure. "I'd like it if you did, Billy."

His cock was up hard, straight out. Misty kept fondling her son's balls, gazing at the smoothly swollen head of his cock, his piss-hole seeping a clear liquid that dropped onto her lower arm.

"You'd sure give guys a hard-on, Mom," he groaned.

"I'd love that," she murmured softly, twisting his balls and watching his cock jerk up and down. "Making all those cocks hard… ooooh, very nice! Sticking out in pants, coming off in their pants… looking up my dress, seeing my pussy…"

Billy was trembling more, his legs weak. He shuffled his feet, looking down at her. He could see his mother's nipples pushing at her sweater, her long thighs below. Her hand was hot on his balls, and he wished she would stroke his cock, but was afraid to ask her.

Instead, he said, his voice hoarse, "You wanna show your pussy to guys, Mom? You really wanna show your pussy to them and see if they get hot… and come in their pants?"

"It would make me come, too, baby. I'm sure it would make mother come, too. I did, you know. I came with you this afternoon…"

"Sure, but… look what you did with me, Mom. Are you gonna lick it up on other guys, too?"

The idea appealed to Misty, but she shook her head. "No, honey… just you. I'd love to show my pussy to people, make them come, but I want to lick only you."

"You wanna lick me?" he asked. "Not just my come."

Misty sobbed softly, her lips brushing across the head of her son's cock. Her lips tingled and she darted her tongue around his dripping pisshole.

"Mom!" Billy gasped.

"Mmmmm, sweet," she murmured, running her tongue over the smooth head of her son's cock. "Very sweet and so hot… mmmmnnn, delicious!"

She kissed his cock, her lips barely covering his piss-hole. She created suction, and drew his juices into her mouth, her hand gripping his hot young balls.

"Mom, you better not do that!" Billy cried out, but couldn't pull away. He was rigid, shaking, but rigid.

Misty drew back, looking up at her son. "Why not? Doesn't it feel good, darling. It sure tastes good."

"Because… Mom, because… ohhh!" His cock gushed, spraying his mother in the face. Squirt after squirt splashed over her cheeks, her nose, her chin and forehead.

"Oh, I see," Misty giggled wantonly, taking his come juice into her face with pleasure.

She manipulated his balls as he came, his cock jerking up and down, spewing rapidly. The wetness of his come juice dripped down her face, onto her sweater, and her cunt began to lurch and squeeze, her cunt knotted.

"Oooooh, my pussy!" she gasped, her hand on his hip suddenly jerking downward, her palm cupping her pantied cunt. "Oh, my pussy! I'm coming, too, Billy! Mother's pussy… ohhh, squirt it in my face, darling! Come in mother's face!"

As he finished, Billy's legs were very weak. He couldn't stand, and slumped to the floor, his mother's hand sliding from his balls. He looked between her knees, watching her hand rub up and down swiftly at her cunt. Her panties twisted and moved under her hand, exposing her bushy cunt, then hiding it, showing it again.

As she rubbed her spasming cunt, Misty smeared her son's come juice over her face, licking her hand and moaning softly with ecstasy.

Misty had put on a fresh pair of panties, a pale-blue, bikini cut. Otherwise she still had on what she wore earlier, even her sweater with the spots near her tits.

She and Billy sat outside, underneath a large umbrella, at a small drive-in, fast-food place. They were on a corner, and traffic was heavy, both pedestrian and automobile. She sat facing the sidewalk, her son at her side, sipping soft drinks, the remains of hamburgers on the table. She had her legs crossed beneath it, but anyone passing them could see her legs.

It was dusk, and the street lights were coming on.

Billy was as excited as his mother was. He kept asking when she was going to show her pussy, whispering in her ear so no one could overhear his words.

"I've already opened my legs a few times, baby," she said.

"You didn't tell me, Mom."

"Well, I did, just the same," she grinned. "You should go out to the sidewalk if you want to see me do it. How can you see sitting next to me?"

Billy got up and walked to the sidewalk, turning to face her, leaning against a lamp post. Misty smiled at him, spreading her legs under the table, very wide. She saw his eyes light up as she saw her panties, giving him a lewd wink. She noticed a car had been driving by the same corner often, apparently going around the block. She watched it drive by again, and saw the teen-aged face of a good-looking boy looking at her. She held her legs very wide, and as the boy paused for the traffic light, slipped her hand down and deliberately rubbed her pantied cunt. Billy thought she was doing it for him, not knowing the boy in the car was behind him, looking hard.

As the boy turned the corner, Misty motioned her son back to the table.

"Did you see me?" she asked, grinning lewdly.

He nodded, grinning back.

"So did the guy in the car behind you," she told him. "He's been circling the block to look at me."

"I didn't know that, Mom."

"I told you I was opening my legs."

As they finished the drinks, Misty saw the car pull into the parking area and stop. Suddenly she was nervous. She had not counted on anyone, especially a teen-aged boy, to be so bold after seeing her expose herself.

"Let's go," she said, getting up.

She hurried to the car, her son behind her, watching her long legs flash under the short skirt, the exciting bunching of her ass. She climbed under the wheel of her car as Billy got in on the other side. Before she started the car, she looked out the window and saw the teenaged driver leaning on the fender of his car, about two spaces away.