Kathy Andrews - Mom_s on the make

"I know you did," she giggled. "But you're going to like what I do next much better."

She adjusted her son so he sat with his feet in the floor, his cock upright. She swung her knee over him, sitting in his lap, facing him. She lifted her short skirt, pulling her panties to one side. Her other hand gripped his cock.

"I'm going to fuck you, Billy," she breathed.

"Ohhh, Mom!"

"Mother is going to fuck you good, darling! I'm going to get your cock inside my cunt and fuck you so good!"

She fit her son's cock to the slit of her fiery cunt, and slowly settled onto it. She held her breath as she felt his cock spread the lips of her hairy cunt, felt it throb as she pushed her pussy onto the base. With his cock in her cunt, she placed her hands on her son's shoulders, sitting there and shaking. She looked into his eyes, the darkness becoming more pronounced.

"Do you like the way mother's cunt feels on your cock, darling?"

"Ooooh, yes, Mom!"

She lifted her ass, the lips of her cunt gripping his cock as she drew upward. She twisted her ass, the head of her son's cock just inside her cunt, then she slammed down, making her son gasp with ecstasy. Misty's mind soared, and she began to bounce up and down, fucking her son in the car parked in the drive.

Billy, overwhelmed, shoved his hands up his mother's thighs to her ass, grasping the cheeks.

"Ohhh, Billy!" Misty cried out, smashing onto his cock and grinding in a frenzy. "Ohhh, baby! Darling!"

When he tried to speak, his mother would plunge down onto his cock, cutting off his words with an explosion of air. He clung to her bouncing ass with both hands, trying to lift his cock to her wild thrusts. Juicy sounds filled the inside of the car, the scent of hot pussy surrounding them. As Misty ran her cunt down onto her son's cock, it made a squishy sound.

"My God, I'm so wet!" she hissed, her ass moving up and down. "Mother's cunt is so fucking wet, baby! Hear my pussy?"

"Yeah!" Billy managed to gasp.

Misty was digging her fingers into his shoulders painfully, her thighs tight around his. Billy slipped his hands into his mother's panties from behind, feeling the satiny smoothness of her ass. He clawed at her asscheeks, spreading them, pressing them together, not knowing he was doing it. But Misty knew his hands on her ass that way increased the already fiery ecstasy she was experiencing. While she bounced her cunt up and down on his prick, her titties, still exposed, rubbed and caressed his face. Billy tilted his head, and caught one of his mother's stiff nipples with his lips, sucking it deeply.

"Ahhhh, baby, baby!" Misty cried out, one hand at the back of his head to hold his mouth tight on her tit. "Suck it! Suck that fucking tit, baby! Oh, yes, suck mother's tit! Ahhhh, my cunt, Billy, is on fire! God, what a hard-on you have!"

The other hand on his shoulder moved down and behind her. She felt his balls, still inside his pants. Feverishly she pulled them free, and smashed them into the steamy crack of her ass. She gurgled with delight to feel his young balls against her asshole, his cock throbbing so deliciously inside her squeezing cunt.

"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Ohhh, Billy, fuck me!"

Her son moaned around her tit, sucking wetly, lifting his cock up to her cunt. The fiery softness excited him, the satiny flesh inside stroking the shaft of his cock. There was a soft ripping sound as he tried to take a hand out of her panties.

"It's okay!" she breathed. "I don't care if you tear my panties, baby! Tear the fucking things off mother's ass if you want! Just don't take your big, hard cock out of my cunt! God, do I love it, Billy! Ooooh, mother's cunt is eating your cock up! My cunt loves you hard cock, darling!"

Suddenly Misty shrieked, almost scaring Billy.

She slammed down hard on him, his cock buried as deep as it would go. She screamed once more, and the convulsions exploded. The already tight lips of her cunt became tighter around his cock, squeezing and relaxing, squeezing again. Her ass strained on him.

"I'm coming!" she cried out with rapture. "Oooooh, my pussy… Billy, you're making me come! Ahhhh, it's so beautiful!"

Her cunt contracted over and over, gripping her son's cock wetly. Since she was still pressing his young balls into the crack of her ass, he could feel the crinkling motion of her asshole on them. He spread his mouth wider, taking as much of his mother's tit as he could into it, his tongue swirling. He pulled at her ass, opening the cheeks and Misty, squealing as her orgasm went on and on, crushed his hot balls against her puckering asshole. His cock was throbbing and his balls ached with fullness.

The spasms of her cunt slowed, and she felt her son's cock throbbing more than ever. She made a hissing sound, and began to thrust up and down again, fucking him, but without her initial frenzy. She pulled the hot, wet lips of her cunt to the swollen head of his cock, sliding back down, rising her son's prick with soft, delicious squeals.

"You're going to come, Billy," she breathed. "I can feel your cock swell… throbbing. You're about to come, and in mother's cunt!"

Thinking his mother didn't want that, he tried to pull free of her cunt, but she rammed her ass down tightly, grinding in hot circles.

"Oh, no you don't!" she gasped. "You're going to come in me, come right up mother's cunt, Billy! Don't you take it out!"

He was losing control, about to discharge. He almost pulled his mother's nipple into his throat as the irresistible urge to push came over him. He lifted his ass off the seat of the car, and his mother pushed down on him.

"Do it!" she hissed. "Squirt it to me, Billy! Oh, baby, squirt that hot juice up mother's cunt! Don't stop it… come in my pussy!"

A low, throaty grunt came from Billy.

"Now, Billy! Now!"

His cock gushed, spraying the satiny walls of his mother's greedy cunt, filling her with the powerful, rapid spurts. Misty lifted her head, eyes squeezed shut.

"Ohhhh, me, too! I'm coming again, darling!" Her cunt grabbed at his spewing cock, sucking at the base, the hairy lips pulling the juice out of his hot balls. She felt each spurt of her son's juices despite the power of her own orgasm.

When it was over, she slumped, leaning forward with her forehead resting on his shoulder, her arms limp, thighs weak and trembling slightly. She felt his cock going soft inside her pussy, and responded by closing the fiery lips even tighter on it. Billy wrapped his arms about his mother's trembling body, hugging her, caressing her back, sliding his hands over her tight panties, then up her spine again.

"That was so good, Billy," she whispered, cupping his face and kissing his mouth.

Misty had known it would come to this eventually.

She had not made any attempt to stop it. On the contrary, she had encouraged her son. It was the first fuck she had enjoyed since her husband passed away, and she had been looking forward to it since then. Now that it happened, she was elated. Guilt or shame never once reared its head. To her, it was most natural to fuck her son. Both were eager, both were hot for it, and it was no one's business in the first place.

Although they had gone to their separate bedrooms the night before after fucking in the car, Misty had wanted her son to come to bed with her. But thinking her son wanted to be alone in his thoughts, she had bathed and slipped into the bed alone, wondering if Billy was naked in his bed, playing with his cock and balls as he remembered how it felt to have her cunt wrapped around it. She spent half the night awake, feeling deliciously tingly, and then slept soundly until mid-morning.

When she woke up, she showered quickly, wrapping a loose, light robe about her nakedness and found her son in the kitchen. He had already eaten, and it pleased her to see that he had brewed her morning coffee. His hair was still damp from the shower, and he wore a pair of old, faded jeans he had hacked off at the hips for summer shorts and nothing else. He looked up at her, a nervous smile on his face. Misty pulled his head into her stomach and hugged him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.