Kathy Andrews - Let_s do mom!

That was when Jennifer came.

The spasms of her cunt started with a strong, hard grip on her finger, making her cry out in ecstasy. Then the rippling waves of her orgasm pulled and clenched at her buried finger. She cried out as her orgasm boiled about her cunt, tightening, loosening, tightening again.

Her one leg was all that held her upright, and it was giving way. She turned slightly as her knee buckled, and she sat on the edge of her son's bed, coming very hard. She flung her knees wide open, but Johnny could no longer see her cunt in this position. He lifted his head and moved to his mother's thigh, watching but seeing very little now. Her hips jerked, and it looked as if his mother was holding her cunt in her cupped hand. His chin touched her nyloned thigh.

"Ohhhh, Johnny!" she gasped, her free hand on his head.

When she stopped coming, she relaxed, leaning back, one hand behind her with the other on his head. She held her knees wide apart and let him gaze at her cunt for as long as he wanted.

After a minute or so, Johnny lifted his head and stared at his mother's naked titties, her pink nipples still jutting up with hardness, the flesh firm, rounded. She pulled her hand off his head to his shoulder, a nervous smile curling her lips, her face flushed.

For a long time neither of them spoke. Then they did at the same time.

"Mom…"

"Johnny…"

Jennifer giggled. She ran her warm hand down her son's back, watching his face as he gazed at her succulent tits. She heard her son swallow wetly, saw his tongue move over his lips. Sliding her hand up to his head again, Jennifer slowly pulled his face toward her tits, arching her back to make them strain outward.

Without saying a word, Johnny closed his hot lips about one of his mother's pink nipples, taking it deeply into his mouth, his tongue licking.

Jennifer made a deep-throated purring sound as she looked down at his tight lips puffing on her tit, his eyes closed. She held the back of his head, smashing her tit into his mouth, feeling the suction of his lips and the twisting of his tongue. She moaned softly, feeling the pleasure of having her tit sucked.

Without taking his mouth off her tit, Johnny shifted in bed, sitting up and facing her, sucking greedily.

Jennifer held his face tight against her tit, then lifted one of his hands, curling his fingers about her other tit. Immediately her son began to fondle and squeeze, feeling the firm shape of her tit, making wet sounds as he sucked hungrily on the other.

Jennifer shivered with pleasure, mewling softly, urging him to suck her tit hard. Her cunt responded to the strong suction on her tit, and she pressed the back of his hand tightly on her other tit. She moved her hand along his stomach, feeling the jizz juices. She smeared her fingers about in his come juice, then lowered her son's hand down her body.

Johnny, sucking hotly at his mother's tit, moaned when he felt the soft, curly hair of her cunt brushing against his fingers.

Jennifer pushed his hand lower, holding her breath.

Again Johnny moaned around her tit. He felt the wet heat of his mother's cunt, the satiny flesh of the pussy lips and her clit. She held his hand cupped about her cunt for a long, breathless moment, then worked one of his fingers into it.

"Ohhhhh, Johnny!" Jennifer gasped softly, feeling his finger push into her cunt. "Oooooh, baby!"

Johnny opened his mouth, taking more of his mother's hot tit inside, then he moved his finger inside her cunt, feeling the satiny walls, the wetness of it. His hot breath burned on her tit, and Jennifer purred softly, her ass writhing on the edge of his bed. Now that she had his finger up her cunt as he sucked her tit, she pushed her hand back along his stomach, down toward his cock. She heard her son give out a muffled grunt when the tips of her fingers touched his cock.

"Johnny!" Jennifer cried out, dosing her hot hand around her son's cock, squeezing it, pulling on it. "Ohhhhh, Johnny!"

Then, suddenly, as if just now realizing what she was doing, Jennifer jerked her hand off his cock, pushing him gently away from her. His lips came off her tit with a smacking sound, his finger pulling out of her cunt wetly. She pushed him back onto the bed, and stood up, her legs trembling.

"Oh, baby, I'm… this is crazy, darling!" She turned, her short robe swirling about her pantied ass, and left him.

Jennifer tried to avoid her son for the next few days, but that was impossible to do in their small apartment.

She made sure she kept her skirts down, and she wore loose sweaters to conceal her tits. She knew he still had her photos and was jacking off to them. And it hurt her to see the way he would look at her, his eyes showing the hot yearning, confused because she was avoiding him.

She wasn't sure why she was, only that what she had done with him was crazy. Johnny was her son, not her lover. Still, she would stare at his back, and feel her cunt become moist and tingling, her nipples stiff. The feel of his cock seemed to stay in her hand, and the way he had pushed his finger into her cunt… she had almost come again just thinking about it.

Jennifer was angry with herself. She knew Johnny wanted more, even if only to watch her fingerfuck her cunt while he jacked off. Mutual masturbation could be a fun thing, she knew, but Johnny was her son. He was jacking off alone in his room, and at night Jennifer would finger-fuck herself to orgasm after orgasm, envisioning his young cock and balls.

After a time, she decided that what they had done was not wrong, could not be wrong. There had been so much pleasure in it, for both of them. How could pleasure be wrong? Who were they harming? Who could ever know?

No, she decided, it was not right to have her son suffer, be frustrated.

With her mind made up, Jennifer decided she would still show herself off for him in public, and in that way give him some gratification, and satisfy her own desires to expose herself.

Jennifer had decided to take her son to the post office to check her mail. But that was not her real purpose. She would flash herself in the post office, for her son, and if anyone else was there, give them a nice peek, too.

She searched her closet and found a short skirt, a miniskirt that was coming back into fashion. She then selected a pair of very skimpy bikini panties, hardly two pieces of lacy cloth with elastic to hold them on her hips. They were flimsy, and almost transparent. The pale-blue color matched the blue of her skirt and her powder-blue lightweight sweater.

When she was dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror. If her skirt was an inch shorter, she might as well have been in her panties only. She turned her back to the mirror and leaned over a little, and saw her panties.

A wicked grin spread over her face, thinking why not go all the way and remove her panties. She stripped them off, and she felt excitement starting to rumble through her already. Now she would really give a show of her body. The sweater hugged her tits, her nipples pressing out and outlined.

"Honey, come with me to the post office," she said to her son who was curled up on the couch reading. He was in an old pair of faded jeans, hacked off at the thighs, the summer uniform for most boys.

Johnny looked up at his mother, his eyes slowly lifting along her slender thighs, her short skirt, then her jutting tits.

Jennifer smiled at him. "Do I look okay?" Johnny nodded, and she saw the hot hunger in his young eyes, and the disappointment, too. She knew her son still wanted to see her cunt, suck her titties, maybe feel her up some more and jack off.

A shiver swept through Jennifer's slender body, and her clit swelled. She wanted to grab her son's cock and jack him off, see him squirt again, have his hand on her cunt. She wanted to fuck him!