Kathy Andrews - Let_s do mom!

"Is there anything special you want, honey?" she asked.

By now Johnny was pushing the cart with one hand, his other hand stuffed into his pocket to bide his bulging hard-on. She let her eyes linger on the front of his jeans for a moment, then when he said he didn't want anything, they went to check out what small items she had selected.

As she stood waiting for the purchases to be rung up, Johnny slipped past her from behind to help bag the items. Jennifer felt the hardness of her son's cock brush over her ass, and her breath caught.

Johnny loaded the grocery bags into the trunk of the car, and Jennifer could not resist one more exposure. While her son was busy, she hooked the hem of her skirt to the edge of the trunk, and when Johnny closed it, her tight skirt was held high.

"I'm caught, Johnny," she said, trying to keep enough skirt over her legs. She handed him the key. "You have to open the trunk for me."

While he fumbled with the keys, Johnny was looking at his mother. She was sideways to him, and he was seeing the swell of her lacy panties, the curves of her mouth-watering ass. Just a little more and Jennifer's skirt would be around her waist.

When she was in the car, her skirt was again high, and this time she made sure the creamy flesh above the tops of her nylons showed.

Johnny had a very hard cock all the way home.

While her son put away the purchases, she went to her room and sat on her bed, hands folded in her lap. She was excited, very excited. There was no doubt that Johnny was looking up her dress every chance he had. And getting a hard-on, too.

She pressed her legs tightly together, and felt a tingle of her clitoris. She heard her son's footsteps in the hall, and then the sound of his bedroom door closing.

Jennifer removed her clothing, entering her bathroom and filling the tub with hot water, pouring in her fragrant bath bubbles. As she soaked in the tub, her head leaning on the rim, she wondered if her son was steamed up enough to be playing with his cock. The more she pictured her son with his cock hard, in his fist, jacking off, the more excited she became.

Her hands ran about her body, cupping and fondling her tits. She pulled and twisted her pink nipples, eyes closed as her breathing came in little hot gasps of self-induced pleasure. She ran her fingers through the silky hair of her cunt beneath the water, feeling the tip of her knotted clit. She rubbed at her clitoris lightly, her ass beginning to writhe gently.

She mewled as a finger moved along the fiery slit of her cunt, and before she knew it, her fingers was inside her pussy, stabbing in and out slowly. She arched her hips in the tub, parting her legs and bending her knees. Moaning softly, envisioning her son jacking off his young, hard cock, Jennifer began to fuck herself vigorously, her finger darting and plunging, sloshing water over the side of the tub.

"Oooooohhhhh!" she gasped, her cunt squeezing on her buried finger. Her clit stood out, feeling inflamed. "Ahhhh… ohhhh good!"

Stiffening her middle finger, she plunged it in and out of her slippery cunt swiftly, like a cock.

"Mmmmmm, nice! Very nice!"

In her excitement, Jennifer got to her knees, her legs spread, her fingers and hands agitating her cunt darting around to squeeze at her ass, rubbing the edge of her hand into the split and touching the fiery crinkle of her pink asshole. She dug almost harshly at her cunt while her other hand slid and rubbed between the cheeks of her ass. Her hips jerked and swung about, the water sloshing.

Her body turned stiff as her eyes closed tightly. Her full lips parted, and a soft, strangling whimper came from her. Her cunt convulsed, and she felt the tight, waving, flexing grip of the soft, hairy lips close and squeeze. Her asshole was in spasms, too, and she pressed her fingers against it, enhancing her orgasm.

Then, with the glow of gratification on her flesh, Jennifer finished her bath. When she was through, she toweled herself.

Nakedly, she went into her bedroom and pulled out a short, thigh-high robe, wrapping it around her and tying it with a narrow belt. As she left her room, she saw Johnny's door open, and she looked in. It was empty, and his bed was slightly mussed as if he had been lying on it. Then she saw the pictures.

Curiously, she entered her son's room and looked down at the photos of her as a teenager, in her cheerleader's costume, legs kicking high, her tights showing. And, there was the one of her getting out of the car, her blonde cunt displayed so blatantly.

She gathered them up and walked to the living room. Not only was her son peeking up her skins, but he had found those pictures of her!

Johnny was sitting in the wall-hugger chair, reared back and watching television. She noticed it was a news program, and he never watched the news. He was still wearing his jeans and white T-shirt.

Jennifer's gaze dropped to the front of his pants, but of course he didn't have a hard-on; he had jacked off, she was sure.

Making sure that her son saw the photos in her hand, she placed them on the table at the end of the couch, leaning over to let the back of her short robe lift. She remained leaning for a long moment, knowing that the lower cheeks of her naked ass showed, and that her son was looking at them. She turned and sat down on the couch, the flap of her short robe opening slightly.

She pretended to watch the newscaster with interest, but a glance down told her the hair of her cunt was showing. She lifted her legs and propped her feet on the coffee table, and at the same time giving her son an exciting peek at her ass. She glanced slyly at him and saw his cock bulging once more inside his pants. She was amused at his efforts not to let her catch him peeking.

"Are you hungry, Johnny?" she asked when the news program ended.

"No, Mom."

"I'm not, either," she said. "How about we go pot-luck, eat what we can find?"

"Okay by me," he answered, doing his best not to look when she lifted her feet from the coffee table again.

When she left for the kitchen, she saw that her son's cock was outlined along one side of his jeans, appearing very hard.

Fixing the light dinner, Jennifer began smiling.

The idea of doing it came to her while getting ready for bed.

Her son wanted her, wanted her body, there was no doubt in her mind. He had her pictures, and was jacking off to them. Whether or not her son had ever felt a soft, hot, wet cunt on his cock or not, she had no idea.

She stood naked at the side of her bed, one knee on it in preparation to climb in when the urge came over her. Her flesh was on fire and her cunt was becoming very steamy as she wondered what her son's reaction would be.

But the compulsion was strong, and she couldn't resist it.

Jennifer slipped on a pair of skimpy bikini panties, hooked her garter belt around her hips, then pulled on flesh-colored nylons. She pulled her short robe about her body and went to her son's room.

"Are you sleeping yet?" she called into his room softly.

Johnny, startled, began stuffing something under his pillow. His bedside light was on when she had walked in. Her tits pressed in twin points against the front of her short robe.

"What have you got there, honey?" she asked as he pulled his hand from beneath his pillow.

"N-nothing, Mom," he said, a flush on his young face.

"You're hiding something from me, Johnny."

"No, Mom!" He tried not to look at her lone legs or straining tits.

Jennifer shoved her hand under his pillow and pulled out the photos that she had left on the table near the couch. She looked at them, as if seeing them for the first time.

"Where did you find these?" she asked. "I thought they had disappeared years ago."