Kathy Andrews - Mom_s on the make

Misty could not miss the bulging hard-on the guy's jeans. She gripped the steering wheel hard, staring at the boy's hard-on, her cunt vibrating, drenching her panties. This was exactly what she had wanted to do – make a guy get a nice hard-on by pecking at her. But there was something she had not counted on. She was steaming, burning up, her cunt about to explode with an orgasm. That, too, was what she warned to feel. But as she stared at the boy, who was jutting his hips forward to show off his hard-on, Misty swallowed hard, her tongue moving over her lips.

It was a bit darker now, and she began to shake when the teen-aged boy started moving toward her, his cock pushing out so beautifully in his jeans. He came boldly, stopping at the door, leaning down to look in at her. He glanced at Billy, then at Misty's sweatered tits. Billy watched him, wondering what his mother was doing. The boy reached in and cupped one of Misty's tits, causing her to moan softly. She made no effort to push his hand away, but sat there while he felt her tits through her sweater. Her cunt was on fire, about to come, and her ass squirmed on the seat of the car. She felt no fear, only an intense, unbearable excitement. Her son watching this strange teen-aged boy feel her tits made it more exciting, too.

The boy turned her tits loose and stepped back. Misty and her son watched as he unzipped his pants, and pulled out a long, thick cock, a very hard cock. Misty's eyes slitted, and she swallowed wetly, her tongue again moving across her lips as she stared at the big cock.

Then the boy pushed his prick through the window of the car.

Misty made a low, thick gurgling sound, shoving her mouth toward the boy's cock.

"Mom, are you gonna…" Billy gasped. But by then Misty had her lips around the head of the boy's cock, sucking hard, moaning deep in her throat, still gripping the steering wheel. Billy watched his mother sucking the boy's cock. He was so excited to see this that his own cock bulged in his pants.

"Suck it, lady!" the teen-aged boy encouraged Misty, his hands gripping the door of the car. "Suck my cock good!"

Misty made a whimpering sound, pushing her mouth far onto the boy's throbbing cock, feeling it brush her throat, her tongue swirling hungrily. She made wet sounds, bobbing her face back and forth, her lips sliding on the hot cock. Billy, so excited to see his mother sucking a hard cock, slipped close to her, watching with hot eyes. His hand brushed one of his mother's naked thighs, and Misty shivered as she felt it there. One hand came off the steering wheel, grabbing her sons wrist and puffing his hand under her short skirt, clasping his palm on her pantied cunt.

She spread her legs wide open, sucking on the cock. She rubbed her son's palm up and down her drenched panties, rubbing her cunt with it. She moaned and whimpered with passion as the boy standing outside the car began to thrust back and forth, fucking her mouth as she sucked him.

Taking her hand off her son's wrist, she fished blindly at his lap, and found his cock throbbing in his pants. Billy moaned and shoved his hand down the elastic waist of his mother's panties, through the soft hair of her cunt to the wet slit. Misty sobbed, her mouth filled with hard cock, and freed her son's cock from his pants. She gripped Billy's cock hard as she felt her son plunge a finger into her slippery cunt, fucking in and out. Her eyes fluttered, and she saw her son with his face close to hers, watching her mouth gobbling the hard-on. She flung her legs wide, pushing her pussy onto his penetrating finger, and began to jack up and down on her son's cock.

"Suck my cock, lady!" the teen-aged boy urged, reaching into the window and clutching the back of Misty's head. "Eat my hard prick, you cocksucker! Eat my come… I'm going to come in your fucking hot mouth, lady! You want my cock… my come juice… you're going to get it!"

Misty sucked frantically, the friction of her son's finger inside her flexing cunt creating a wildness she wanted. Her fist gripped her son's cock very hard, jerking up and down swiftly. The teen-aged cock in her mouth was so hot, so hard, and she wanted him to squirt, to spew his juices down her throat. Her eyes opened and closed, seeing her son's excitement on his face as she sucked wantonly. His finger pounding in and out of her pussy was driving her as wild as sucking this strange cock was.

The boy outside the car grunted, pushing his cock deep into Misty's mouth. The fiery spurt of his juices splashed into her throat, burning deliciously as she gulped it down. While the boy came in her mouth, her cunt rippled, then exploded. She groaned as her orgasm whipped through her, her pussy clamping about her son's buried finger. She gulped wetly as the spewing juices of the boy's cock, no longer jacking on her son's prick, but clutching it as tightly as she could.

When she had drained the teen-aged boy's balls, he pulled his cock from her mouth, stuffing it into his pants. He leaned down and looked in, seeing Billy's hand inside her panties, her fist gripping his cock. He grinned at Misty.

"That was damn good blow job, cunt!" he said. "I've never had anyone that could suck cock so good. See you around again, maybe."

After the boy drove off, Misty sat there, holding her son's cock tightly, her pussy pulsating about his still-buried finger. Her lips felt bruised and puffy, the taste of the boy's come juice lingering in her mouth.

"My God," she whispered finally. "I didn't expect anything like that. I… Billy, we better get home."

She released his cock and lifted his hand from her panties, adjusting them, smoothing the short skirt down, which didn't cover much of her thighs. She drove quickly home, parking in the drive instead of entering the garage. She turned to her son, who sat there with his cock out of his pants, still very hard.

"You must think I'm a whore," she said. "But, honey, I had no idea anything like that would happen."

"You sucked him, Mom," Billy said accusingly. "He didn't make you do it. You sucked him off because you wanted to."

"Oh, baby!" she cried softly, pulling his head down onto her tits, cuddling him. "You're jealous."

"You didn't do that to me," he pouted. "You just kissed me there."

Misty lifted her sweater, pushing a nipple to her son's mouth.

"Suck mother's tit, darling," she whispered softly. "I'll take care of you, Billy. I know how frustrating it must have been for you. Believe me, I had no idea that would happen. Here, suck mother's tit and I'll…"

She gripped his cock and pumped it slowly, feeling it throb in her hand. The way he eagerly sucked her tit was getting her cunt wet again. She pulled his hand under her short skirt, and pushed it into her panties as it had been while she sucked the cock.

"Feel me up, Billy," she mewled. "It's okay suck mother's tit and feel my pussy. Push your finger up mother's pussy if you want to. I'll play with your hard-on, make it feel good."

They sat in the car in the drive, her sweater at her neck, with Billy sucking and squeezing her tits, finger-fucking her as she stroked his wonderfully hard cock. But it wasn't enough for Misty. She gently pushed him up and off her tits, looking into his eyes. It was dark but not so dark that she couldn't see his expression. "Scoot over a little!" she whispered.

When he did, she leaned down to his lap, and ran her tongue over his cock, finally taking it into her mouth. Billy cried out as the wet heat of his mother's mouth closed about his cock, and he leaned against the door, pushing his hips upward as his mother swallowed his cock.

But Misty didn't keep sucking him.

She lifted her head, her eyes smoldering.

"Billy, mother is going to do something very nice for you."

"You were doing something nice for me, Mom," he gasped, wanting his cock back in her mouth. "I liked that."