Kathy Andrews - Ride, mom, ride!

"Hi, gang," Keith said, racking his bike and sitting at the table across from Donna and Tommy. "I wasn't sure you'd be out in this heat, but I took a chance."

"Where's your daughter?" Donna asked. "Is it too hot for her?"

"She's spending the day with her mother," Keith replied, eyeing Donna's thrusting tits, the way her nipples almost showed through the dampness. "Once a week she visits with her mother."

"That's wonderful," Donna said.

"Not so wonderful," Keith replied. "Judy can't stand her mother, but it's an obligation."

Donna was still holding her son's head against one of her tits. She ran her hand through his hair, gazing at Keith.

"You know, Donna, I don't have your phone number."

"Or my address," she remarked. Donna smiled. "Remember the problem I mentioned before?"

Keith nodded.

Tommy knew what his mother was doing, and he pulled his head from her cunt, sipping his soft drink and watching them. Donna stood on the opposite side of the table, her feet still parted slightly.

"Men don't like it," she said slowly. "But Tommy loves it."

"Donna, don't be so mysterious," Keith said. "Whatever your problem is, we can work it out."

"Are you one of those men that will stick it into anything as long as it's wet and tight and hot, Keith?" Donna asked. "If you are, then we won't be seeing each other again."

"I don't have to chase women," he said. "I don't chase women. Why should I? You know my involvement with Judy."

"But you're not fucking her, Keith," Donna said. "Judy and Tommy have already talked, and I know you're not fucking her."

Keith smiled. "But we sure do other things."

"And if you're not getting it into her little twat," Donna went on boldly, "then you could be pussy-deprived."

"And therefore I chase women, right?"

Donna nodded.

"Which means that if you don't like what my problem is, you don't need me, and we can't work it out. You have enough pussy."

Keith glanced at Tommy, then back at Donna. "I'd say you were getting plenty as it is, Donna. Tommy knows what this mysterious problem is, but it doesn't seem to bother him."

"Tommy is my son," she said as if that explained it all.

"Will you ever get around to telling me what it is?" he asked. "Or are you going to keep up the mystery?"

Donna lifted her foot, placing it on the bench. Keith's eyes looked along the satiny flesh of her inner thigh right at her crotch. The crotch of her shorts was pulled slightly to one side, exposing some enticing curls of pussy hair, but not her cunt.

"Maybe you'd prefer to see," she said, sliding her finger along the leg of her shorts.

Keith held his breath, gazing steadily at her finger, not knowing what to expect. Tommy, too, was watching his reaction.

Donna shivered as she toyed with the leg of her shorts. She slowly pulled her shorts aside, exposing the lush curls of her cunt. Keith sucked in his breath, his eyes taking on a gleam of hunger. Holding her shorts to one side, Donna slipped her other hand through the soft hair of her cunt, then slowly parted the moist, pink lips of her pussy.

Keith gasped as be stared at Donna's long clit. "That's the problem," she said softly, making her clit bulge even more by pressing along the sides of it. "Now you know."

"That's a problem?" Keith asked in low voice.

"Isn't it enough?" Donna asked, starting to cover her cunt.

"No, wait!" he said quickly. "Let me look!" Donna jerked her shorts wide, flinging her bent knee outward and jutting her cunt forward. "Then look! Isn't it disgusting?"

"God, no!" Keith gasped. "It's beautiful, Donna!"

"Sure it is, until you find it in your mouth, then you think it's like a cock."

"I get a banana in my mouth, too, but I never thought of it as a cock, Donna. Pussy is pussy, and your pussy is gorgeous."

"Do you mean that?" she asked. "Really mean it?"

Keith glanced at Tommy, then back at Donna. "Want me to show you what I think of it?"

Donna began to tremble. She climbed onto the table, holding her shorts to one side, pushing her cunt toward, him. "Show me! Suck it and show me!"

Keith ran his hands up the backs of Donna's thighs and pushed his face into her cunt, sucking at her long cunt, his tongue darting and licking.

As his hands moved into her shorts to cup her naked ass, Donna gasped loudly, grabbing the back of his head and whipping her cunt back and forth against his sucking mouth.

Tommy watched, his cock becoming very hard.

Keith's tongue made juicy sounds as he lapped Donna's cunt, delving inside. Donna gasped and whimpered with delight, staring down at the top of his head with slitted eyes.

"Ohhhh, Keith!" she wailed, grinding wantonly. "You're going to make me come so soon! Lick me… suck me!"

Keith wrapped his lips about her long clitoris, sucking hard, his tongue whipping back and forth on the tip. Donna yelped as the strong suction on her clit sent a hot jolt of ecstasy through her body.

When Keith dug into her ass tightly, puffing as hard as he could on her clitoris, Donna came. Her cunt contracted so quickly, so powerfully, she was unprepared for it. She screamed, and her knees weakened.

Keith's tongue slid up through the sift hairs of her cunt over her rippling shorts, then as she squatted lewdly on the table, Donna pulled her T-shirt up and outward, over her head. Keith quickly began sucking at one of her stiff nipples, one of his hands still holding her ass, the other at her cunt, rubbing at the hot wetness until she started calming down.

"Oh, that was so good, Keith!" Donna sighed. She cupped his face and smashed her lips against his, kissing him wetly for the first time. "But it was too fast. You made me come too fast."

Keith looked at her, his eyes bright, grinning. "If that's your problem, Donna, I'd say you were one lucky woman."

"You mean that?"

"I mean it," he replied, puffing at her clit gently.

She kissed him again, elated by his comment.

She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.

Tommy, his cock raging with hardness, watched them. He liked the way his mother was squatting on the table before Keith, because it looked so erotic, so exciting. He pulled his cock from his shorts and began to jack up and down.

Donna glanced at her son, seeing his arm movement. She grinned.

"I think my son has a hard-on," she told Keith.

Keith looked at Tommy. "You've got to take care of it for him, Donna."

"Oh, I will!" Donna gurgled, pulling from him and lying on her back across the table, her legs dangling from one side, her head from the other. She spread her legs around Keith, who found himself gazing at her hairy cunt and at the satiny inside flesh of her long legs. Donna held her shorts stretched as wide as possible. "Fuck me, Keith! Stick your big cock up my cunt and fuck me!"

"But Tommy needs…"

"My son will get his!" she groaned, twisting her ass for him. "Tommy isn't ever left out, believe me!"

Keith stood between the bench and the table, between Donna's spread thighs. He yanked his cock from his shorts, through the frayed leg. Donna gulped with pleasure when she saw the long, thick hardness of it, pre-come dripping from his piss-hole.

"Oh, shove it in me!" she urged, arching her cunt to him. "Push that cock in my cunt and fuck my brains out, Keith!"

Tommy watched with steaming eyes, pounding on his cock.

Keith rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down Donna's juicy cunt, making her waggle her ass up and down. When he fit the smooth head of his cock just inside Donna's cunt, he shoved her T-shirt over her tits to her neck. Closing his hands about her naked titties, squeezing them, he thrust his cock up her pussy.

"Ooooo, yes!" Donna cried as her cunt was filled by his thick hardness. "Oh, Keith, that's wonderful!"