Kathy Andrews - Show me more, mom!

"Ohhh, Wendy!" he moaned.

"Mmmmm," she replied, sucking harder and faster when she felt his cock begin to throb more powerfully between her lips. She wished she had taken his balls out of his pants to feel on her chin, but right now she didn't want to stop long enough to do so. She hungered for her father's cock, for the creamy, thick juice his heavy balls contained.

"Wendy, are you sure?" he gasped. "God, you're sucking so good, baby! You're so good with your mouth! Honey you're about to make me come!"

Wendy raced her lips up and down her father's cock, greedily sucking, urging him to spurt into her mouth. She cupped her fingers around his as through his pants. Her father was squeezing her ass tightly and she pushed into his hands.

"Ohhh, Wendy!" he moaned, his cock jerking with hardness, between her lips.

The eruption of his juices into her mouth, despite her readiness, almost choked her. She couldn't swallow; his cock was too thick and filled her mouth. She felt the scalding spurts of his come-juice fill her mouth, the taste making her come again. She sucked up and down as he came, unable to prevent his juices from seeping past her lips and running down the shaft of his cock. Still she kept most of his juice inside her mouth until her finally stopped squirting. With a low moan of ecstasy, Wendy sucked up his cock and then pulled her lips from the head. She swallowed, a low moan of pleasure coming from her. She darted her tongue out and licked the juices from the softening shaft of his cock, then rolled onto her back on the grass, her face radiant with happiness.

"God, Daddy, that was good," she breathed. "I knew you'd taste good, and you came so much."

Her father was gazing down at her, her panties stretched about her slender thighs. "Wendy, you have a hairy cunt now."

She giggled. "I'm not a little girl anymore, Daddy. Of course my cunt has hair."

"You're also the best cock-sucker." He grinned at her. "I've never had a blow-job like that before. You're really very good, Wendy."

"I know," she said, wrinkling her nose. "I've been getting a lot of practice lately."

"Tony?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Must run in the family," he replied.

Wendy knew it wouldn't be a good idea to tell her son what she did with her father. Tony loved him, and they spent a lot of time together. Her father had taught Tony how to fish, how to sail his small boat. They were more than grandfather and grandson they were very close friends, too.

She was afraid her son would become jealous, maybe even angry, and not want to see him anymore. The only thing she could do was keep it secret from Tony. She was pleased that her father didn't mind she was fucking Tony.

"A boy his age needs pussy, Wendy," he had told her. "I can't think of a better piece of pussy than yours?"

After sucking her father off, she had used his shower, hoping he would come to her, want to fuck her now. But by the time she finished and looked out at him, he was busy with his roses again, but now he was smiling and whistling happily.

After dressing, she went out to say goodbye to him, and he had grinned up at her. "Wendy, I wish I had."

"It's okay, Daddy," she said, leaning down and kissing his forehead. "What's past is past, and only now counts. I wish you had played with my cunt back then too, but those days are gone and no sense in thinking about what we should have done."

"Honey, give me a peek at your cunt, then get on home to that boy of yours."

She had lifted her dress and pushed her panties down, shoving her pussy forward. Her father had delighted her by slipping his face close and kissing her cunt, but too quickly.

"Now, go on." He grinned at her. "I have to finish this weeding and Tony will be home soon."

Feeling very pleased with herself, she had gone home, where she undressed and slipped into a robe, and then waited for Tony to come in from his football practice. Sucking her father off had excited her very much, and the excitement was still rumbling about in her body when Tony came home.

As soon as he entered the house, she stood up and opened her robe, letting it fall to the floor.

"Tony, strip!" she insisted.

Grinning at her, he undressed swiftly, tossbig his football uniform helter skelter about the living room.

Wendy pulled her son to the floor, spreading him on his back. She sat at his hips, her hand working at his cock and balls. She manipulated her son feverishly, touching and pulling and squeezing. Tony watched her, pleased with her enthusiasm, but wondering what had turned her on so fast.

Wendy worked her son's cock into a quick hardness, and mewled with delight as she pounded her fist up and down, twisting and tugging at his young balls. She leaned over and kissed his cock a number of times, licking at the throbbing shaft, darting her tongue to his balls, licking his thighs and stomach. The thrill she felt at having his cock and balls in her face was incredible, and she inhaled his fragrance eagerly. Since leaving her father, her cunt had been on a slow boil until Tony came home, then it erupted into a full-blown heat. She could still taste her father's cock in her mouth, and hoped it would last for a long time. After all these years, she had finally sucked his cock off, something she had wanted since her husband had introduced her to cock-sucking. She found it only partly understandable that her father had only jacked off on her stomach all those years, when she had been desperately wanting him to do more with her, like push his thick cock into her tender, virginal cunt and fuck her silly.

As much as she wanted to share her afternoon episode with her son, she felt it best to keep it a secret. Her father would never tell Tony what she had done, she knew. He had never told Tony of the games they had played when Wendy was a small girl. Her father was a private person, never talking much about himself or what he did, and certainly not about the things he and Wendy had done.

Leaving over her son, pushing her fist down on his cock to make it bulge up more, she closed her lips just around his piss-hole and sucked, dragging her tongue over the slit to taste the seeping juices. She did not shove her mouth down, but slipped her lips along the side of the shaft to his balls, where she sucked tenderly at them, working a finger into the crack of his ass to probe the crinkle of his ass hole. Her cunt was bubbling and making a wet pool beneath her. She had one leg over his, another across his stomach, leaning over his crotch. Tony watched her face, his hand grabbing one of her tits to fondle.

"Darling, do you want some pussy?" she whispered. "I know where you can get some very hot, very wet, pussy right now."

"I sure do, Mom."

"How about a nice piece of hot ass?"

"Yeah! Or a blow-job?"

"Mom, you know it!"

"How about a little of each?" she teased, tapping the piss-hole of his cock with the tip of her tongue, her eyes burning up at his.

"Yeah, Mom!"

"Mmmmm, I knew I could count on you, honey," she purred and closed her lips around the head of her son's cock. She sucked it a moment, her tongue twisting about the satiny flesh. Slowly she moved her face down, watching his face as she filled her mouth wit his hot, hard cock. As her lips pushed against the base, the wiry hair tickling them, she sucked hard, writhing her lips, feeling his balls in her hand swell. She drew her lips up, keeping them tight, and pulled from his cock. "God, you always taste so fucking good, Tony! I could suck this cock all fucking day!"

"Then suck, Mom," he urged.

"Mmmmm, I will."

She sucked up and down her son's cock swiftly a few times, racing her hot, wet lips, her tongue in motion. Tony squirmed in pleasure as he watched her mouth, clinging to her tit. She loved it when her son watched her with his cock in her mouth. It was thrilling to be seen this way. She wished she could watch his cock fucking her cunt or as shale, but that was impossible without mirrors. She didn't have the type mirrors that would be useful.