Kathy Andrews - Ride, mom, ride!

After a while, Tommy pulled away from her, standing up and looking down at her. "You're in a very strange position, Mom. How did we get turned around this way?"

"I don't know," she said softly, her ass high and legs still wide open. "Do you like seeing me this way, my ass up and legs spread out so my cunt shows?"

He grinned. "I sure do! You're beautiful from every end, Mom."

She slowly straightened around, sliding her panties from her body and tossing them to him playfully as she sat down on the couch.

"You almost sucked my asshole raw!" She grinned. "Almost as sore as you made my cunt yesterday."

Tommy grinned, proud of himself. "Want me to get you something to drink, Mom?"

Donna ran her tongue wickedly over her lips. "I think I just had a drink… out of your cock."

"I'm thirsty," he said, peeling his shorts off and dropping them on the floor before he left the room.

Donna watched his ass, still licking her lips. Tasting his whole had been a real turn-on for her. As she sat there, she saw the piece of paper Keith had given her earlier. She looked at it, remembering his pleasure at finding her naked under her tennis skirt. She grinned widely, reaching for the telephone.

When she heard his voice, she smiled. "Hi, would you like to fuck me, suck me, or smell my panties?"

A low chuckle came over the phone. "Whatever turns you on, I'm for it."

"Somehow I knew you would," Donna said, fondling her cunt as she spoke to him. "I hope I didn't catch you doing something, like licking your daughter's bicycle seat, Keith."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Not a thing that I know of," she purred. "I just thought a man like you would find something more exciting to lick."

"Oh? Like what?"

"Cunt."

"You're blunt if anything, aren't you, Donna?" Keith laughed. "But you're right. There are much nicer things to lick then bicycle seats, like hot-flesh seats."

"Mmmmm, sounds exciting," she purred.

"Maybe I could lick your seat," he suggested.

"Maybe," she mewled softly into the phone. "But I'm a hot woman, Keith. I might want more than just that."

"Tell me about it."

"Oh, I love to have my seat licked," she said, "but I have something very hot, very wet, and quite hairy that loves a nice tongue in it, too."

"You do? What would that be, Donna?"

"My cunt, Keith," she purred. "My hot, wet cunt. It's hot right now, and I'm sitting here feeling it. Wouldn't you love to feel my cunt, maybe suck it, Keith?"

As his eager answer came over the phone, Donna saw her son coming back with his soft drink. Tommy arched his eyes in question, and she pointed to the piece of paper with the phone and address on it. He grinned as sat beside her, leaning over when his mother held the phone so they both could hear.

"What if I already have a cunt to suck?" Keith said.

"I bet you do have a cunt to suck," Donna said softly. "I bet your daughter has a very sweet, soft, hot cunt. Tell me, Keith, is Judy's pussy smooth and very wet?"

"Very."

"And do you stick your tongue up your daughter's tender little cunt and fuck her, make her come?"

"Judy comes easy and quick," he replied.

"Does she lick your big cock?" Donna asked, reaching for her son's cock and balls. "Does your daughter suck on your big cock and make you squirt?"

"Donna, this conversation is getting nasty," Keith said, with a chuckle.

"Ooooh, I know! Isn't that nice?"

"Where's your son?"

"Right here with me, his cock in my hand," she answered. "Where's your daughter?"

"In the tub."

"And you're not with her? Keith, shame on you."

"I was washing her when I had to answer this dirty phone call."

"Washing her what?"

"Washing her cunt… with my tongue."

"Ooooh, Keith! That's beautiful!"

"Have you thought about meeting us?"

"All the time." Donna grinned at her son, feeling his cock harden in her pumping hand. "Keith, I have to hang up. Tommy's trying to fuck me, and I can't talk on the phone and fuck at the same time."

"Do it, Donna," Keith urged in a thick voice. "Fuck his young cock dry!"

"Mmmmm, I will," she purred. "Bye, Keith."

She turned to Tommy.

It was very hot, and Donna was sweating lightly as she rode her bike. Tommy was behind her, watching her. He enjoyed seeing her firm, high tits beneath her T-shirt, her nipples pushing out in darker colors at the garment. Of course, in her tennis skirts she never wore the tights that came with them, only her panties, and they too were the skimpiest pair possible.

Today she had on a pair of nylon running shorts, slit along each hip, very high.

The elastic of her panties showed at the top of the slit, and Tommy seemed to like that. Unlike most of her shafts that were very tight at the crotch, the ones she wore today were looser, deliberately looser. When she swung her legs onto the bike leaving the house, she had flashed her hairy cunt to her son, getting a big grin of appreciation from him.

They rode slowly, lazily, along the bike path, Donna wondering if they would see Keith and his pretty daughter again. Tommy was absorbed in watching his mother's thighs and twisting ass, his cock already half hard inside his shorts. He wasn't thinking about seeing Judy, only watching his mother.

Donna, remembering her conversation on the phone with Keith, was getting very wet between her thighs. The rub of her cunt on the bike seat helped, and her unusually long clit was vibrating in a delicious tingle. Now and then she glanced back at her son, who would grin and waggle his tongue at her.

Reaching the small rest stop, Donna was disappointed to see it empty. She racked her bike and shoved coins into the soft-drink machine, taking two cans from it.

Tommy sat at one of the benches, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. She stood at his shoulders, sipping her drink, looking up and down the bike trail.

"You wanna see him again, Mom?"

"Am I that obvious?" She smiled at him.

"I think so," Tommy said, running the cold can over his forehead. "From the way you talked on the phone, it's only a matter of time."

"Time for what?"

"Before you fuck him."

Donna searched her son's expression for signs of jealousy, but saw none. "Would it bother you if I did, honey?"

Tommy shook his head. "If that's what you want, I don't mind, Mom."

She hugged him against her damp T-shirt, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. "He may not want me… if he sees how long my clitoris is."

"Why?" Tommy asked. "I love to play with it."

"Some men are turned off by it, baby."

"Then they're nuts," he said, sliding his hand up her thigh from behind, his fingers sliding into her shorts and rubbing at her cunt tenderly, feeling her long clit respond with little throbs. "They don't know what they're missing."

She purred with pleasure while he rubbed her cunt, looking up and down the trail. "I wonder why there's no one else out today."

"It must be too hot for them," Tommy said.

"Not for me. I love it hot."

"I know, and not just the weather, either, Mom!" Tommy laughed and pushed his finger up her cunt, making her squeal softly.

"Mmmmm, do that to me!" she murmured, spreading her feet.

Tommy fucked his finger in and out of his mother's cunt as she stood there, her hips swaying in passion. The moist sounds of his finger were exciting to both of them.

"Stop!" she said suddenly, pushing his hand out of her shorts. "Someone's coming along the path!"

Tommy pulled his finger out of her pussy and licked it. They could hear the sounds of someone riding slowly just around the bend.

Then Keith came into view, sweat glistening on his bare cheat and thighs. Donna's face lit up as she smiled a greeting to him.