Kathy Andrews - Ride, mom, ride!

"She said he likes it when she sits in his face, and he likes for her to wear dresses when they ride because he can see her panties and…" Tommy laughed, "Judy said she would sit in my face if I wanna."

Donna couldn't hold it in. She giggled, one hand over her mouth, her eyes staring at the swollen head of his cock.

"Look at you," she said, pointing at his cock. "You're showing, Tommy."

Tommy glanced down, then back up. "So what. You're the only one that sees it, Mom."

A tremor swept through Donna. She remained at the window, staring at her son's cock, and her fingers slowly bunched up her dress, lifting it higher. She stopped just before her cunt came into view, then she smoothed it down swiftly.

Without saying anything more, she walked out of the living room to her bedroom. There, she chose a skimpy pair of lacy panties, blue with white trim, and slipped them on. She had to adjust the crotch as best she could because her cunt was sticking out so hard, rubbing at the soft nylon.

Donna wasn't at all surprised that her son had a hard-on from looking through her thin dress, although part of the reason had to be what Judy told him. With her dress smoothed over her hips and thighs, she returned to the living room.

Tommy had lain back on the couch, his head propped on a comfortable throw pillow, watching television. She was disappointed that his cock wasn't showing.

She paced the room for a while, her mind spinning, erotic images whirling about in her brain. Her cunt throbbed and tingled sweetly, her tits felt swollen, nipples throbbing. What she had seen Keith do, the feel of his hard cock against her foot, their conversation, had Donna in a high state of excitement.

She turned and faced her son. "Would it be our secret?"

Tommy understood her immediately. "Yes, Mom."

Donna breathed heavily, her tits lifting and falling, nipples straining at the fabric, eyes hot.

"With or without?"

"With or without what, Mom?"

"Panties," she whispered. The cheeks of her tight ass bunched as a quiver swept through her cunt.

"Panties?" Tommy asked.

"What you said," Donna replied, barely whispering now. "You know, sit in your face, Tommy."

"You will! You'll do it, Mom!"

Donna nodded, her hands clutching her trembling stomach. She knew she was taking a step from which there would be no return.

"With or without my panties?"

Tommy squirmed on the couch, and she saw his cock pushing at his shorts again. She stared, but the head of his prick didn't come out. Her palms itched, and she licked her full lips nervously.

He was looking at her with very hot eyes, almost glazed. His young body shook, and his hands were balled into fists at his sides. Donna drew her eyes back to his face, and they stared at each other.

"What did I taste like?" she whispered. "My bike seat… what did it taste like, Tommy?"

Tommy made a gurgling sound. "Wet. Very wet."

"Have you done that before… licked a girl's bicycle seat?"

Tommy shook his head. "I didn't even think about it until I saw Judy's father do it, Mom."

Donna's cunt was on fire. She felt her pussy lips turn puffy, felt the slippery juices seep out.

"You like the wetness?" she asked in a very low, whispery voice.

Tommy nodded, his cock bulging more than ever inside, his cut-offs.

"Well… with or without panties, honey?"

"You really will, Mom?" Tommy asked, his eagerness showing in his voice. "You'll sit on my face?"

Again Donna nodded in agreement. "Do you have panties on, Mom?"

"Yes."

"Okay, with panties… first," Tommy said, starting to moan. He placed one hand over the bulge in his shorts.

"No, don't cover it up," Donna said with a little whimper.

He pulled his hand away, and she moved toward him. She stopped at the side of the couch, near his shoulder. With her eyes on his bulging cock, she lifted her dress up her thighs this time to her waist. Tommy made a low gurgling sound as he looked.

"They're wet," Donna whispered. "My panties… they're very wet now, Tommy. Are you sure?"

"Mom, I wanna!"

She spread her knees as her son gazed up at her crotch. Her panties were soaked, the front of them pushing outward by the thick mass of her pussy hair and puffy slit.

Tommy pushed against one of her knees, and she began to shake as his hand came up her thigh. When his hand was halfway up her leg, his fingers felt feathery light on her satiny flesh. She gasped when her son's fingers touched the wet crotch of her panties.

"See," she moaned softly. "I told you my panties were very wet."

Tommy's face radiated excitement as he drew the tips of his fingers along his mother's wet panties. "You didn't pee in them, did you, Mom?"

"Of course not. That's just the way girls… the way I get, baby."

"Mom, sit in my face!" Tommy groaned in a husky voice. "I don't care how wet your panties are… please, Mom, sit in my face!"

"I will!" she cried out, lifting one foot over his head, balancing the other on the floor. "See how wet my panties are!"

Tommy stared up at his mother's crotch, her widespread thighs. He licked his lips, seeing dark curls creeping from the taut stretch of her panties. He pushed his palm against the back of her thigh, and Donna slowly lowered her cunt, holding her dress bunched at her waist. She held her head up, eyes closed, lips parted as she sobbed with the anticipation of feeling her son's mouth on her cunt.

When she had her cunt only inches from his face, Tommy couldn't wait for her to lower it any more. He shoved his face into the wetness, twisting, smearing his cheeks, his nose, his chin, against her panties.

Donna gasped with the contact, with the eagerness of his buried face at her cunt. Her hands jerked up to her tits, her skirt falling to cover her sop's head as she began to twist her cunt at his face.

"Oooooh, darling!" she gasped.

Tommy spread his lips and closed them about the crotch of his mother's panties, sucking and licking at them. His hand slid along her thigh until his palm cupped her ass. He pulled the wet nylon of his mother's panties into his mouth, sucking them. His other hand jerked aside his shorts, letting his cock free. He grasped his cock tightly and began to pump it, jacking himself as he sucked the pussy juices from his mother's panties.

Donna twisted her hips, smashing her cunt down at his sucking mouth, squeezing her tits almost brutally, her nipples boring into her palms. She felt the hot breath of her son burn through her thin panties, and she squirmed harder against his mouth. She shoved one hand downward to the back of his head, her skirt over his face. She lifted his head as she pushed her fiery cunt as hard as she could at his mouth.

Through her panties, Tommy had found his mother's long throbbing clitoris, and he closed his lips around it, sucking hard, knowing that this was where most of his mother's pleasure was located.

"Ohhhh, Tommy, yes!" Donna squealed, grinding at his face as he sucked hard at her clit through her panties. "Ohhhh, baby, suck on that! Ahhh, that's wonderful, Tommy! Suck on it as hard as you can!"

She whipped her hips back and forth, feeling as if her son could pull her long clit deep into his mouth. The suction he was applying made her shake and cry out with ecstasy. She wanted to yank her panties to one side and stuff her clit into his mouth without anything between them, but already she was building to a powerful orgasm.

Tommy was holding the check of her ass in his palm, his fingers squeezing at the tight skin. He sucked hard on his mother's cunt, his fist gripping his cock and his hips lurching up to meet the down thrust of his fist. He was making wet sounds under her dress, his breathing coming hot and fast, searing past the thinness of her skimpy panties as if trying to set her pussy hair an fire by the sheer heat of it.