Kathy Andrews - Show me more, mom!

"More!" Wendy cried out.

Slowly, Tony pushed his cock into her asshole, watching it sink inward. Wendy was holding her breath again, her eyes squeezed tight. She felt her asshole filling with her son's hard cock, and the more it filled her, the better it felt. The stinging sensation was gone, replaced by a very delicious feeling. Her cunt throbbed and bubbled, and she felt her juices flowing, running down her inner thighs. She had never been so juicy.

The full length of her son's cock was inside her asshole, and she could feel the swollen head reaching high. His balls pushed against her cunt, and when she felt his cock jerk and throb, her clit responded with sweet pulsations.

"Fuck me!" she gasped.

Tony gritted his teeth with the delight of her asshole squeezing his cock.

"Please, Tony, fuck me!" she said again. "Ahhh, fuck Mother there! Fuck Mother up the ass, darling! I want you to fuck me in my ass and squirt that sweet juice in it! Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"

Feeling as if she had lost her second virginity, Wendy began to twist her ass when her son slowly worked his cock back and forth. The motion against her whole was much different than in her cunt, but to her delight, she found it wonderful, delicious. The hardness, excited her as Tony pumped back and forth, gripping her hips with strong fingers. When he began to plunge faster, her dangling tits swayed in a nice way, her nipples bulging with desire.

The faster her son's cock stabbed, the greater it felt to Wendy. The hot friction seated the ring other asshole, making her body tingle. The fast thrust of his cock made the flesh of her ass ripple as he banged into her. His balls, bouncing against her cunt, made the slit vibrate deliciously, her clit straining almost as hard as his cock. She whined and cried out with ecstasy, shaking her ass wantonly. The wet slapping of his body smacking against the cheeks of her spreading ass excited them both.

Tony gazed with glassy eyes at his mother's asshole gripping his cock, feeling her juicy cunt on his balls. Digging his fingers into her hips, he jerked his mother's ass back as he lunged his cock deeply.

"Mom, you're so tight and hot!" he gasped. "Your asshole is so damned tight and hot, Mom!"

"Fuck it, baby, fuck it!" she gasped. "Ohhhh… ahhh, so good, Tony! Ram it deep! Ram it hard!"

"Uhhh, there," Tony grunted, plunging hard. "I am… I'm giving it to you as hard as I can, Mom! Ohhh, this is fantastic, Mom!"

"Oh, yes! Tony, it's wonderful!" Wendy sobbed, waggling her ass. "I love it, baby! I love your hard cock up my ass! It burns and stretches and… ohhhhh, I want it so much! Fuck my ass… fuck Mother in the ass hard, darling! Pound my fucking ass hard!"

Wendy shoved her right hand beneath her body and tried to grab her son's swinging balls. They brushed across her palm, and she felt the slippery wetness of her cunt on them, Tony was fucking her too fast for her to hold his balls, so she held her hand out, letting them rub back and forth. Each time her thrust into her asshole, her its jerked, her nipples swollen like ripe grapes. The heel of her right hand pushed against her throbbing clit, and she felt a stab of sudden rapture.

"Tony, you're going to make me come!" she gasped. "Ohhh, baby, you're really going to make me come… fucking me in the ass! Fill my hot asshole with sweet, hot juice, baby! Spurt it… spurt it up my ass!"

"Just about, Mom!"

"Ohhh, God, my cunt!" she groaned, straining her ass at him. "My cunt is burning and my asshole is burning and I'm going to come so fucking hard! Make me come, darling! Please, make Mother come hard!!"

With a grunt, Tony plunged his cock deeply into the tightness of his mother's asshole, his balls crushed against the hairy, juicy slit of her cunt. Wendy could feel them both pulsating. His cock throbbed deep in her asshole, and his balls seemed to writhe against her cunt.

"Mom, now!"

The hot spurt of her son's come-juice erupted inside her asshole. To Wendy it felt as if a scalding spurt of boiling liquid had been injected into her ass. She lifted her head from the rim of the tub and screamed. Her cunt convulsed against her son's balls, and her clit felt as if it, was exploding from her body. The rippling of her orgasm shot up her stomach to her tits.

She screamed time and again with the intense sensations of her orgasm and each time her cunt contracted, her asshole squeezed her son's cock hard. And each squeeze of her asshole seemed to suck more squirts of hot juice out of is balls.

As Tony weakened, her asshole kept a grip on his cock until it was soft and limp. As he pulled it out, there was a soft plopping sound.

As the days went by, Wendy became more and more satisfied with her son, with his ability to fuck her three and four times a day, sometimes five. His cock seemed tireless, and he wanted her constantly. Wendy made herself available to her son, not just for him, but because she had a growing need to have his cock in her. Also, her father was on her mind more than ever, and she relived her early years with him, able to remember almost every detail of the things they had done with each other. Even now, she could remember what his cock looked like, so long and thick and beautifully hard. She could recall the slit in the head, the great spurts of creamy juice that came from his hairy balls. If only she could return to those days, she told herself, it would be different. She would make sure her father fucked her, take his cock into her cunt and give him better and more satisfying sensations.

But those days were gone, she thought. Now her father lived alone in the house she had grown up in, still very active with work. She knew he did not have a girlfriend, that he wasn't interested in finding himself a new wife. She thought how lonely he must be, rambling about in the house and maybe… she grinned to herself. Maybe he was jerking off all the time, fantasizing about coming on her stomach, or maybe even putting his cock into her cunt and fucking her now.

She had talked to her father on the phone almost each week, and visited with him four, or five times a month. They never mentioned the things they had done when she was young. However, it was there between them.

Wendy was sure her father wanted her, her body. It had been so many years since she last saw or touched his cock.

By the time her son came home, Wendy was in a high state of arousal. The memories of her father, and her fantasies of fucking him, had created a bubbling wetness between her legs and had her clit quivering with feeling. She was ready to push her son onto the floor and straddle him and fuck him wildly, but she held herself in check until he had his afternoon snack. He had been out all afternoon, playing football, and was sweaty and dirt smeared. He ate before taking a shower, but she had insisted he at least wash his hands and face. She watched him eat, her chin cupped in a hand, her face expressing her delight at having him back home.

"How was practice?" she asked.

"Pretty good," he replied. "I think we have a good chance to win our next game."

Wendy wore a soft, fuzzy light-weight sweater, and as she watched him, she toyed with the neck, pulling it downward and then replacing it. Her nipples were outlined against the sweater, and Tony looked at them often while eating. Wendy hooked a finger into the neck of the sweater and pulled it downward, letting one nipple peek at her son.

"Got the hots, Mom?" he teased.

"I've always got the hots, and you know it," she smiled back at him.

Tony finished eating and grinned at her.

"Where are you hottest, Mom?"

"The usual place," she replied, sliding her tit completely free, toying with the rigid nipple. "Between my legs. You know."

"You mean that woolly little slit?"