Kathy Andrews - Show me more, mom!

"Now it's your turn," she said, and started fucking him with her asshole again.

But she didn't keep it up.

Before Tony realized it, Wendy had pulled her ass from his cock and once more scooted down his legs and gulped his prick into her mouth, sucking at it hungrily, her hot lips moving up and down.

"You like that, Mom?"

"Mmmmmm," she purred, running her tongue about his cock as she sucked. "Love it!"

She lapped into his balls, then swallowed his cock again. It did not bather her that it had just been inside her asshole. On the contrary, it made her feel very nasty, wicked.

"Ahhhh, Mom!" he groaned. "You're going to make me come if you keep sucking so hard!"

Wendy jerked her mouth off his cock. "Wait!" she moaned. "I'm not finished with it!"

She pushed her cunt to his prick and stuffed it into her with her hand, then sat there bouncing up and down, fucking him again as she squeezed at her tits. The sloshy sounds excited her as her pussy rode up and down, and she twisted and made delicious grinding movements on his prick.

Tony was gritting his teeth as his balls throbbed, his cock so very hard and ready to gush.

Wendy knew her son was close to discharge, and she quickly jerked her cunt off him, sliding his cock up her asshole easily. Once more she bounced up and down, taking his cock into her asshole swiftly.

But she didn't keep it there, either.

Squealing, she pulled her asshole off his cock and shoved her cunt down onto it. Tony was gasping with sensation, detecting a difference between his mother's tight asshole and her fiery cunt.

"I can't hold off much longer, Mom!"

"Don't hold off!" she cried out. "Let it go, Tony! Squirt it to me! Come, baby, come!"

Her cunt rode up and down his cock in a frenzy of motion, wet sucking sounds loud now.

With a loud groan, Tony came.

Wendy cried out as she felt the hot spurt of creamy thick juice splashing into her cunt. With a wild cry, she jerked her cunt from his cock, catching a splash of hot come-juice near one hairy lip. Moving swiftly, she pushed his cock to her asshole, and by the time he squirted again, she had his cock up her ass. She felt the scalding juices spurt into her asshole, and once more she cried out, pulling her whole off him, then rushing her face down, grabbing the head of his cock and finishing him by sucking and licking hard, swallowing with rapture.

"I wasn't sure I could do that," she told her son later. "I wanted to find out if I could make you come in my cunt, my asshole, and my mouth, and I did it."

"I wouldn't have thought it possible, either, Mom," he said. "You must really love it."

"Love what, hard cock or come-juice?"

"Both, I'd say," he laughed.

"And I'd say you were right," she giggled.

They had bathed, and Tony wore jockey shorts, while she wore a pair of skimpy panties, very sheer panties, the curls of her cunt exposed through the fabric. Tony enjoyed seeing her in something instead of naked, or fully dressed, and she wanted to keep his interest in her. It felt very pleasant to sit at home this way, knowing her son, his cock, was within reach of her hand anytime she wanted it. What pleased her even more was being always available to her son if he wanted her.

"Any more great ideas, Mom?" he asked, stroking her thigh.

"Why don't you think of some?" she suggested.

"I don't know of any." He turned and kissed her nipple. "You're doing just about everything a guy could dream about."

"You'll think of some if you put your mind to it," she said, stuffing her nipple into his mouth. "Suck it a little, honey."

Tony sucked gently at her nipple, sliding his hand to her crotch. Wendy spread her legs to give him room to feel her up, and her hand lowered to his shorts. She rubbed at his cock, feeling it swell.

Suddenly Tony lifted his mouth. "Oh, fuck, I forgot!"

"Forgot what, baby?"

"We have practice tonight."

"Football practice at night?" she asked. "Since when?"

"Since this afternoon, Mom," he said, pulling from her. "The coach didn't like the plays today, and now we have to practice them tonight. He said we had to get them perfect or we'd be there all night."

"He's an asshole," Wendy said, disappointed. "You can tell him your mother said he was an asshole. I wanted… baby, I wanted you for myself this evening."

"It can't be helped, Mom," he said, leaving far his room to put on his uniform.

She sat fuming on the couch, pissed off at her son and his asshole coach. She wanted her son, wanted his cock. Now that she was deprived of it for the evening, she wanted it even more.

When Tony came back, dressed in his uniform, she said, "Tony, call and say you don't feel well. Stay with me, honey. I need you."

"Mom, he's going to make me captain," Tony said, his helmet in his hand. "Do you know what an honor that is? I can't skip practice now."

"And you want to be captain?" she said, simply.

"I sure do," he replied.

She glared at her son. "Then go, damn it! Go play your silly fucking football. Prance for those tight-assed, giggly little cunts! Go on… don't worry about your mother. I'll do fine… with my fucking fingers!"

After her son had left, she realized how irrational her anger had been. Being captain of the team was an honor as her son said. He would be the big man at school, and his popularity would soar. She could not deny her son this chance, and her anger went away.

But not the heat in her cunt.

She paced about the house, wearing her skimpy panties, feeling sorry for herself. What was the use of walking around in skimpy panties if there was no one to see her, she thought. She considered pulling every drape in the house and moving about, putting on a show for anyone walking past. But that was not her nature. She found herself in her bedroom, standing there with frustration boiling in her body. She touched her cunt, and almost came. The more cock she was getting, the more she wanted, she knew.

And when she wanted it most, her son was off playing his fucking football.

Furious, she began dressing, not caring what she put on. It turned out to be an attractive dress. Before she put her heels on, she stripped her panties off and threw them across the room, then put her heels on.

Taking her purse, she left the house, walking slowly.

Her frustration was deep, her disappointment as great. She felt the cool evening air under her dress and on her thighs and cunt, but it did nothing to cool the bubbling heat of her pussy at all. She walked for a long time in the darkness, her mind churning with erotic images.

Half an hour later, she found herself standing outside her father's house, not remembering walking there. She faced the house, and saw the light was on in the living room. If a light was on, he was still up.

She walked up the walkway, then peeked in the window. Her father sat in his chair, reading, his usual drink resting on a small table next to him. Wendy remembered how her father had always enjoyed a sip of bourbon before going to bed.

She knocked.

"Wendy!" he said, pleasure on his face… "What are you doing here this time of night? Where's Tony?"

She moved past her father into the house. "Football practice," she said, and he saw her disturbed expression.

"Football practice at night?" he asked. "That's unusual, isn't it?"

She told her father what her son had said, and how he was about to become captain of the team. Her father beamed proudly.

"Why, should that make you irritable, honey?" he asked. "I'd think you'd be very proud of him."

"Oh, I am," she said, too quickly.

Her father realized her agitated condition, and pushed her onto the couch, sitting next to her and putting his arm about her shoulders, hugging her. It wasn't like his daughter to be so upset because Tony had to practice, and he felt he knew why, but said nothing.