Kathy Andrews: Eat out with mom

The banging of the front door drew her attention.

She heard her son moving down the hall past her room and into the hall bath. She heard the bathroom door slam, and she knew Tommy had gotten into more trouble at school.

She left her room and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Tommy, are you all right, honey?"

She heard a muffled sob.

"Tommy, answer me!" she demanded. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mom."

"Are you sun?"

"Yes, I'm sure! Please, Mom, just let me use the bathroom, okay?"

She walked to the living room, knowing that he had some problems. Everytime he came home from school and went straight to the bathroom, she knew he had some difficulty. She sat down on the couch and waited, knees together, hands folded in her lap.

She looked up when he entered. "Oh, Tommy!" she gasped.

His nose was puffy and bloody. She jumped up and ran to him, taking his face in her hands and examining him closely. His upper lip was swollen, and there was a small split near the corner. "You've been fighting again!"

"Aw, it wasn't much of a fight, Mom," he said modestly.

"But you're hurt, darling."

"Only a bloody nose and split lips," he grinned. "You should have seen the other guy… not a mark on him."

"Oh, Tommy!" she said, hugging him. "You know I don't like you fighting. And you promised me you wouldn't fight anymore."

"I had to," he said, hugging her about the waist. "Mom, sometimes a guy has to fight…"

"There's never an excuse to fight," she replied softly, running her hand through his hair, kissing his forehead. "Fighting is primitive and vulgar and I don't like to see you hurt."

Tommy pulled away from her. She put her hand on his shoulder and felt him shaking.

"What was it this time?"

"Aw, just some silly comment," he replied.

"Was it about me again, darling?" She felt a shudder go through his shoulder. She turned him toward her, looking into his eyes. "Tommy, were you fighting about me again?"

Tommy glanced up at her, and she saw the torment in his young eyes.

He nodded, once, then tried to look away, but she caught his chin and held his face so he had to look at her.

"Tommy, I've told you so many times it doesn't matter what people say about me. Words can't harm me, you know that. Why can't you just walk away when you hear thou vile comments?"

"I can't, Mom," he said, his lips trembling. "I just can't walk away when they say bad things about you."

"What am I ever going to do with you?" she said softly, drawing his face close to hers.

She had not intended it to happen that way; she was going to kiss his cheek, near the split on his lip. Somehow, her lips smashed into those of her son's.

She felt her son's arms come around her waist and pull her tightly against his body. She was surprised to find her lips on his, but then she was kissing him, feverishly, holding him tightly, moaning softly. Her moist lips writhed against his, and her lower body pressed forward. She felt his cock stiffen along her upper thigh, and she couldn't pull away. She kissed him with even more passion, her hands clutching at his back.

When they pulled apart, Tommy's eyes were glazed with desire for her, and Peggy began to tremble, her legs feeling like rubber, her cunt on fire, her tits straining out with stiff nipples inside her dress and bra.

"Tommy…" she whispered.

"Mom, you're not a whore, are you?" he asked, barely loud enough for her to hear.

"A whore? Tommy, do you know what a whore is?"

He nodded. "A lady that takes money from… to… you know, to do it, Mom."

Peggy stared at him long and hard.

"And you're not a lesbian, either, are you?"

"Do you know what a lesbian is?" she countered.

"A girl that likes other girls and not men," he whispered.

Peggy felt him shaking, and he looked as if he was about to cry. She glanced down, and saw his cock pushing at the front of his jeans. She could even see it move with throbbing power.

"Tommy," she said in a shaky voice. "I'm not a whore and I'm not a lesbian. I've never touched another girl in my entire life, and only one man has ever… your father, Tommy, was the only man I've been with."

"But everyone calls you…"

"I've told you, darling, don't listen to them."

"Mom, how can I not listen."

"You're ashamed of me, aren't you?"

"No… no way, Mom."

"Tommy, about last night… when I stepped over you… it was, you know… wanted to."

"Mom, about your panties…"

"Hush," she said, putting a finger to his lips. "We have to… Tommy, I've got I need…"

Her hand fluttered downward, the back of it brushing across the front of his pants, feeling the heat of his hard on.

Tommy stood still, unmoving, staring at his mother's face.

Peggy brushed the back of her hand across his cock once more, slower this time. She felt her son respond by pressing forward. When she returned the pressure, she felt him tremble. She turned her hand, placing the palm against his cock, and a soft gasp came from him.

She lifted his hand upward. Tommy gasped when his mother placed it on her tit.

Peggy felt his hand shaking on her tit. Now she lightly closed her fingers around his cock, feeling it pulsate with heat though his pants. She increased the pressure until she was squeezing Tommy's prick. As her fingers closed tighter around his cock, his hand closed tighter on her tit.

Peggy could hardly stand, her legs feeling like rubber. She breathed deeply, her emotions soaring. She pulled her son's other hand up to her tit, and he stood clasping both. She massaged his cock with tight squeezes, her tits throbbing beneath his hands as she began to gasp for air.

"Oh, Tommy!" she cried softly. Then, feverishly, she began to yank at his belt and fly. "Tommy, baby… oh, God, darling!"

Tommy's pants dropped, but not below his hips. His cock jutted out with a powerful hardness, the swollen head twitching up and down. He clung to his mother's tits even as she stepped back to look down between them.

Peggy stared.

Her son's cock surprised her with its thick length and the swollen roundness of the head. She had not expected his cock to be so large. He was, to her, still a little boy, but he had a man-sized cock.

Tommy's cock looked gorgeous, truly gorgeous. She felt her hand itching to touch it, feel it, play with it. But all she could do was watch it jerk up and down. She saw the wetness glistening on the small slit of his pisshole, and she felt the strangest urge to lick the juices away.

"Ohhh, baby," she moaned as she tested the hardness.

"Mom, does this mean…" Tommy groaned, unable to finish.

Peggy couldn't answer him, either. All she could do was stand there shaking, holding his cock, squeezing it, while he clung to her tits. Her cunt was throbbing. She felt the wetness of her pussy seep against the crotch of her panties, and her ass was bunching up as she squeezed her thighs together. Tommy's cock felt as if it burned her hand.

With a soft gasp, Peggy began pumping her son's cock.

Tommy groaned and pushed his hips forward, digging into her tits hard, his eyes rolling.

Feeling the hard throbbing of her son's cock, she jerked faster and faster, making his balls swing and dance as they hung full and hot. The more she jerked on his cock, the more juice dripped from his pisshole. Her palm became slippery with it, making her fist slide easily on his cock. She closed her palm about the smooth head, sliding her fingers up and down the shaft. Her other hand was clinging to his shoulder, her hips swaying now.

"Tommy, please!" she whimpered, pulling hard on his cock. "Ohhh, baby, please!"

She dropped to her knees, bringing her son with her.

On their knees in the middle of the living room floor, Peggy smashed her mouth to her son's, licking at the corner of his mouth. She plunged her tongue deep into her son's mouth.