Kathy Andrews - Show me more, mom!

She spread her legs wider as she rested her head on the back of the couch, looking down at her nakedness. She ran her fingers through the blonde curls again, wondering why her father never touched her cunt. So many men and boys had wanted to touch her cunt, to feel it, but her father never had. But he knew, surely, that she wanted him to. She didn't understand why he loved to have her hand on his cock, jacking him off over her stomach, but never touching her body at all. Despite the heat she felt, despite the yearning to have her father touch her, fuck her, she was pleased to give him his pleasure by her hands just the same.

Her tits jutted up firmly, her nipples a darker pink now than they had been when she was a teenager. She knew her father would love her tits now. She thought how strange it was that he had stopped playing those delightful games with her when she married. Maybe it was due to her moving out and into a place of her own with her husband, not being as available as before.

She listened to the shower going, thinking of her son again as she fondled the soft hair of her cunt. She was getting quite wet now, and when she touched her pussy with her fingertip, her hips jerked with sensation. She felt the heat start, the same sort of heat she had felt with her father.

Getting to her feet, Wendy pulled her robe about her nakedness, drew in a deep breath, and started for the hall.

She stood outside the closed door of the bathroom, trembling, not trying to turn her wild thoughts away. Her clit was very hard now, and her juices were making her thighs slippery.

She pushed at the door and steam came at her.

She stood looking at the sliding doors of the shower. Her son's body was outlined behind them, but not clearly. She saw him shampooing his hair, and her eyes moved down the vague outline of his body. She could just see a shadowy protrusion that was his cock and balls, the curve of his tight ass and long legs.

She opened the belt of her robe, puffing it aside to show her body. She moved to the shower doors, and with her breath caught in her throat, slowly pushed the door open with the hiss of the shower, Tony did not hear the door move. He had his eyes closed against the shampoo, scrubbing at his hair. Wendy stared at his body, seeing his cock and balls. A tuft of hair grew about the base of her son's cock, and his balls looked full and heavy. She imagined his cock hard, sliding into some young girl's bubbling cunt, and felt a lurch between her thighs.

She pushed her robe behind her, sliding a hand between her thighs as she stared at her son's cock and balls.

Something, maybe the sound of her breathing, or the cool air that came to him with the door open, made Tony's eyes snap open.

"Mom!" he gasped, his hands flying to his crotch, covering his cock and balls. But then he saw her body, her robe parted, her tits jutting out and her hand between her legs, and he saw the way her eyes stared down at him.

Wendy, without speaking, gently pulled her son's hands away from his crotch, Tony didn't resist; he was staring hard at her nakedness now.

While Tony stood with his arms at his sides now Wendy parted her feet on the floor, bending her knees slightly, and using the fingers of both hands, she parted the hairy lips of her cunt, exposing her clit and pink, wet flesh to her son's eyes. She saw his young cock stir, then start to lift and swell. She ran her tongue over her lips as she slowly moved a finger into her cunt. When her son's cock was half hard, she looked into his eyes. She saw desire, hot, wild hunger, in them. She spread her cunt open as much as she could, and while her son stared, she rubbed at her swollen clit. His cock lurched into full hardness.

"Tony," she breathed, puffing up on her pussy, her hips swaying. "Tony… baby."

"Gosh, Mom!" Tony gulped, staring at her hairy cunt, then her tits, back to her cunt again. "Gosh… Mom, what's going on?"

"I need you, Tony," she whispered. "I need you very much."

Tony didn't answer, but his willingness was in his eyes, on his young face, in the hardness of his cock. Wendy shrugged her shoulders, and the robe fell to her feet. She stood naked before her son, and then she turned the shower off. She stepped a few feet back, one hand on a cheek of her ass, the other cupping a full tit, her nipple peeking between her fingers. She gazed with hot eyes at his very hard cock, angled upward, his young, sweet balls drawn up tight at the base. She stared at the small slit of his prick, trying to see if juices bubbled from it, but he was wet from the shower.

"Tony," she breathed, the hand on her ass sliding forward, her fingers curled as she reached for his cock. "Darling… Mother is… Mother needs… wants… ohhh, Tony!"

Her fingers curled about her son's cock, and she felt the heat of it, the powerful throb against her palm and fingers. She squeezed his cock, making Tony groan softly. She pushed and pulled her tight fist on his cock slowly, watching the head bulge. She moved closer to him, and Tony trembled, but not in fear. He shook with anticipation, with excitement. Wendy took hold of her son's wrist, bringing his hand up, then placed it on her tit.

"Hold it, baby," she murmured. "Hold it tight."

As her son's fingers dug into her firm tit, she stroked his cock a little faster. She arched her hips, and ran the swollen head through the soft hair of her cunt. She dipped her head to see, and moved the head of his cock about her pussy hair, still moving her hand back and forth slowly, but firmly.

"Mom!"

The single word exploded from his mouth as his cock exploded against the hair of her cunt.

The hot gush of her son's come-juice spurted through the blonde hair of her cunt, and Wendy mewled softly. She pumped at her son's cock faster as he came, turning the head about, smearing the juices into the hair of her cunt. Her lips were parted and she gasped with pleasure. As he came, Tony clung to his mother's naked tit almost in desperation.

"I didn't mean to do that, Mom," Tony gasped as he pulled from her.

Wendy kept her fingers about his cock, looking into his face now, she said softly. "God, I needed you, Tony, how I've needed this! Please, darling, don't be angry with me."

"I'm not mad, Mom," he said, looking up and down her body. "Surprised but not mad. I don't understand this, but if you want to jack me off, I'm willing."

Wendy let out a nervous giggle.

"Are you? Really?"

He nodded, trying to grin, but still unsure of her actions.

She stepped into the tub with him, pulling the doer closed. She turned on the shower again, and used his soap, although it was harsh on her delicate skin. She scrubbed at her cunt until the blonde hair was clean of his come-juice. Then she pushed him under the spray and washed him. Tony stood still for a short time, but when she faced him, his arms went around her waist and pulled her close. Wendy looked into his glowing face, and wrapped her arms about him, puckering her lips.

"Kiss me, Tony," she mewled, and pushed her mouth onto his. She gasped at the fury of her son's lips crushing against hers. She squeezed his shoulders as he pulled her naked body tight against his, his cock resting on the mat of pussy-hair. Her son's tongue slipped past her teeth, and Wendy purred as she began to suck on it. Her hands moved down from his shoulders, around his waist, and cupped his tight ass. She pulled his cock as tight as she could into her pussy-hair, squirming against it.

When Tony pulled his tongue out of her mouth, she gazed into his eyes, searching them for reluctance. All she saw was eager anticipation.

She opened her legs slightly, and when his cock was between them, cloned them again. She squeezed his cock with her thighs, feeling the heat of it. She smiled, a nervous, tentative smile.