Kathy Andrews - Ride, mom, ride!

"I thought so," Keith replied. "So, I got caught."

Donna placed her hand over his on the table, looking straight at him. "SO, which is it?"

"Which is that?"

"What I asked you… fuck, suck or smell any panties?"

"What if I said all of the above?" Donna laughed, squeezing his hand. "I'd say you were a man after my own heart… or should I say my ass?"

"That, too," he replied, returning her squeeze. "It's one of the prettiest asses I've seen in along time."

"You haven't seen it yet."

"Why do I have this feeling I'm going to see your ass?"

"Probably because I want you to," Donna answered. "Same wavelength, huh? I like that, being on the same wavelength with a guy. That's fifty percent of it, you know."

"Fifty percent of what?"

"A relationship."

"Are we entering a relationship?" Keith asked, holding her hand, but looking at her out thrust tits.

"It would be nice," Donna responded, lifting her shoulders to make her firm tits push outward. "There's only one thing…"

Keith looked at his daughter and her son. "Them?"

Donna shook her head, her dark hair shimmering with golden highlights. "I doubt they'd be a problem at all. It's this… deformity that I have. That may be the problem?"

Keith grinned widely, taking in her tits again. "I don't see a deformity."

"It's hidden," she said softly. "What is it, a tattoo that says don't enter?" Donna laughed happily. "Now who's bold? No, I don't have a tattoo. What I have is… well, some men are repulsed."

"Not me," he said.

"You don't know until you see what I'm talking about."

"Trust me," he said, squeezing her hand again.

"You know," Donna teased, "we're talking very intimately for two people who just met."

"Lady, you started it," he replied, grinning. "If you want to get fucked, or sucked, you've met your man. Hell, I'll smell your panties, too, if that turns you on."

"And lick your daughter's bicycle seat." Quickly he pulled his hand away from her.

"Hey. It's okay, Keith. I understand, don't worry. Come back to me, guy."

Keith seemed embarrassed. Donna held his hand to keep him from pulling away, and under the concealment of the table, she shoved one sneaker off her foot. She pushed her foot between his knees, up to his crotch, wiggling her toes at his cock and balls, her eyes taking on a heated expression. She felt his cock swell against her toes, and she pressured it, bringing a moan from him.

"I bet you do this to all the guys you meet," he whispered.

"No, not all. Just those I think are worth it," she replied, sliding the sole of her foot up and down his thick hard-on. "And I think you're worth it. Keith."

"Why me?"

"You licked the bicycle seat," she said softly. "That told me what kind of guy you are. I liked that."

"You want me to lick your seat, too?" he running his tongue over his lips asked.

"Which seat?" she teased.

"Both!" he answered.

"See what I mean!" Donna laughed softly.

"You're my kind of guy. I bet you love it when a girl sits in your face."

"Only certain girls," he said. "I have my standards."

"I meet those standards?"

"Absolutely!" he replied, feeling her foot rubbing his balls now.

"That's nice," Donna purred, drawing her foot away and sliding it back into her sneaker. "I think it would be fun to sit in your face, except for this… problem I have."

Keith looked at her for a long time, his cock throbbing inside his cut-offs, his balls becoming achingly hard. "You seem to have a problem with this problem."

"I don't, but you might," she said, getting to her feet. "Tommy, we better start home now, honey!"

Reluctantly, Tommy pulled his bike from the rack, waiting for his mother to get hers.

Keith and Judy sat at the table, watching them.

Donna swung her long leg over the bike, the crotch of her jogging shorts puffing to one side. She grinned at Keith, knowing he had gotten a quick glimpse of her cunt. She could feel Keith watching her as she and her son rode out of sight.

Keith intrigued her very much. He was so outspoken, and she particularly liked the way his cock hardened against her foot. Even now, her clit protruded from the moist slit of her cunt like a tiny hard-on, rubbing at the saddle of her bike. She was slightly ahead of her son, and she used one hand to adjust the crotch of her shorts. But then, with a lewd giggle, she pulled the crotch to one side and let her naked clit rub at the leather saddle seat, her clit sliding against it.

She was flushed with excitement, the rub on her cunt making her more excited. She pumped the pedals, shifting her cunt from side to side on the saddle, feeling an orgasm starting to swell. Her cunt tingled with a greater thrill than earlier, and she decided this was the only way to ride her bike.

It took them half an hour to get home.

She swung her leg off her bike as her son climbed from his. She started to turn away and enter the house when she stopped.

Tommy was looking at the seat of her bike. Wetness glistened on it the juices of her cunt.

A soft gasp came from her when she saw her son suddenly lean down and lick his tongue along the wetness…

Donna bathed, her mind still on what she had seen her son do licking her bicycle seat.

Pulling the drain, letting the bath water run out, she turned and wrapped a towel about her damp head and pulled on a thin, cotton dress that she liked to wear at home.

Tommy sat on the couch with the television flickering, still in his cut-offs and T-shirt. Rubbing her hair with the towel, Donna moved to the huge window. She stood with her feet slightly apart, the sun coming through the window and making her old dress look almost transparent.

Behind her, Tommy was looking unashamedly at his mother's body that was outlined in the thin dress. It wasn't as if he had not seen her body before; he had seen most of her modeling pictures in the catalogues, even those where she wore skimpy panties and bras.

She turned around, still in front of the window, wrapping the towel about her head. "Did you like those people, Tommy?"

"They're nice."

Donna then realized he could see through her thin dress. For a moment she was irritated, but then… Tommy had a hard-on! It was bulging inside his cut-offs, almost poking from the frayed edges. Her eyes fixed upon it, and she stood, trembling slightly, her long clit suddenly becoming very hard and her cunt instantly wet.

Tommy could still see through his mother's dress. He looked without shame, his cock visibly throbbing inside his shorts.

Donna's cunt vibrated as she imagined him leaning over her bike, his tongue lapping at the wetness of her cunt.

"Tommy…" she whispered, her hands moving up and down her hips and legs, her dress sliding up past her knees, then down again.

Tommy grinned at her. "Mom, you wanna sit in my face."

"Tommy!" she gasped.

"Maybe you want me to smell your panties."

"Tommy, what in the world…"

"We heard you and Keith Mom." Tommy giggled naughtily. "And you know what Judy told me?"

"I don't think I want to hear this," Donna said, her hips swaying gently.

She was excited, becoming aroused. Her long clit ached with tightness, hardness, and she felt hot juices starting to slide along her inside thighs.

Tommy stared openly at her body through the dress, making no attempt to hide his hard-on, which was ready to slip from the side of his shorts. He swung one leg off the couch, and Donna's breath stopped when she saw the pink tip of her son's cock.

"Judy sits in her father's face, Mom."

"No!" Donna whispered, her eyes glazed as the round, smooth head of Tommy's cock that pushed outward, his piss-hole wide and moist. "I don't believe I want to hear."