Kathy Andrews - Show me more, mom!

Her mind began to spin with ecstasy, her hips frantic with motion. She whipped her ass sideways, then up and down, seemingly at the same time. Her cunt burned with a fiery hunger as the lips began to throb and grip in a series of spasms, her orgasm approaching quickly now.

"Oh, God!" she cried out. "Ohhhhh, yes! Please, Tony… please…"

Tony, his balls full to bursting, clawed at her dancing hips as his cock plunged back and forth with quick, short strokes. He lifted his head to the ceiling, eyes shut, mouth open. He let out a moan, a long drawn-out sound.

"Do it, Tony!" Wendy gasped, slamming her cunt hard onto his cock, the hairy lips crushed at the base, his balls on the split of her hot ass. "Do it now! Let it go… right in my cunt!"

With a growl, Tony came, his cock gushing rapidly into his mother's cunt. The sensation of his cock flooding her pussy triggered her long overdue orgasm. Wendy screamed, her cunt clenching, with convulsions around her son's gushing cock, squeezing the hot juices from his balls. Time and again his cock squirted, and each time her cunt responded with a strong contraction.

"Come!" Wendy sobbed, her head twisting about on the bed. "Come hard, Tony! Ahhh, fill Mother up… come in Mother's cunt! Oooooh, so good, baby! So sweet and good and… ahhhh, I'm coming again!"

Her second orgasm came right on top of her first, stronger and more fiery. Her pussy sucked in rippling waves along the shaft of her son's cock, as if demanding more of his creamy juices. But Tony as finished and his cock was softening slowly. Still her hairy cunt pulled at it, as if it refused to let it go.

"Ooooh I can't stop! I can't stop!" Wendy cried. "I don't want to stop… ohhhh, Tony, baby, darling!"

Her cunt slowly squeezed his cock out, and Wendy gave a soft moan as it drooped, resting on the soft mat of her cunt-hair. She held her hips up, her hot thighs pressing against his. She felt the urge to laugh with joy, and to cry with gratification. She wanted to grab her son and pull him on top of her body, hug him with love.

But Tony was stepping back, his face flushed, avoiding looking directly at her.

Alone, still resting on her bed in the same position Tony had left her in, Wendy wanted to comfort her son. She knew, once the ecstasy was over, her son felt embarrassed.

She hoped it wasn't shame.

Sitting up weakly, she closed her legs in an effort to keep that wonderful juice inside her cunt. Her nipples still thrust out, her tits still hard, but not as hard as they were only moments ago. As her cunt pulsated, it made her asshole pucker in a nice manner.

When she felt strong enough, she stood and moved toward her dresser, pulling a pair of pale blue bikini panties from a drawer, and slipping them on. She adjusted the crotch of the nylon panties about her cunt, hoping they would hold her son's come-juice inside her. Ignoring a bra, she slipped on a white t-shirt. Her tits molded against it, her nipples making two dark circles there. Next she pulled on a pair of tight designer jeans, zipping them up. Sliding her feet into a pair of low-heeled shoes, she ran a brush through her soft hair, then entered the bathroom adjoining her bedroom, where she sat at the small vanity. She washed her face, after which she applied her makeup. Wendy wore very little makeup, usually a blusher and lipstick, along with light eye shadow.

Wendy was a peaches-and-cream type of blonde, the sort of blonde associated with Southern California beauty. She was fortunate to have such a creamy complexion, a delicate skin that tanned lightly instead of burning in the sun. She still looked like an older teenager. Many people thought she was a teenager, especially when she wore her blonde hair in a pony tail. Wendy enjoyed her appearance, but she didn't particularly like being mistaken for a young girl.

Leaving her room, she found Tony watching some silly afternoon program on the color television. That alone told her he was bothered about fucking her, Tony seldom watched television, even in the evening. He preferred to work on his models.

She went to the kitchen and brewed herself a cup of coffee, then carried it to the living room, sitting next to her son on the huge couch. She leaned back and sipped her coffee, watching him from the corners of her blue eyes.

Tony had slipped on his jeans and a red t-shirt, but his feet were still bare. His hair was still damp from his earlier shower, but combed neatly now. She set her coffee cup on the table at the end of the couch and ran her hand over his neck.

"You're getting shaggy, honey," she said. "When was the last time you had your hair cut?"

"I don't remember," he mumbled.

She felt him tremble under her fingers, and began to manage his neck gently.

"What's bothering you?" she asked softly, kneading the muscles of his shoulders.

"Ah, Mom," he mumbled.

"Come on," she said softly. "Let's talk about it."

"I don't want to," he said.

"I do," she insisted, her fingers working at the tease muscles. "I think we should."

Tony remained silent, and she glanced at the front of his pants. She saw only a slight bulge where his cock and balls were. She had the urge to touch him there, to cup his cock and balls, feel them. But she was afraid that would be the wrong thing to do at the moment.

"Tony, was I good?" she asked in a whispery voice.

Tony's body jerked, but he said nothing.

"Come on," sir urged. "Was I good, darling?"

"Okay, Mom," he said.

"Oh? Just okay?" she giggled. "I thought I was pretty good. I thought I was better than just okay."

"Mom, I…" He flushed. "I don't know about good."

"You mean you don't have a pretty little girl you can compare me to?"

A shudder went through him, and he kept avoiding looking at her. He refused to give her an answer.

"A husky guy like you," she went on softly kneading his muscles. "A football player and all… I'd think you would have your pick, Tony. I've seen those pretty little girls hanging around you guys."

She slipped her arm about him, putting him to her tits. At first he was stiff, resisting. But she urged him to lay his head on her tits, and she cuddled him. Caressing up and down his arm, she leaned her cheek on the back of her son's head. She could see his lap, and her eyes stayed on the slight bulge there.

"Tony, it's okay if you haven't messed with any of those girls hanging around you guys," she said softly. "A guy doesn't have to make a pass at a girl just because she's there, you know. I understand many young studs. They think they have to make every girl they see. That isn't true, baby."

"Mom, I've never made."

She hugged him. "Shhhh, it's okay. You know, you were very good. I was just okay, but you were very, very good."

"Aw, Mom," he protested, his hot breath burning her nipple through the t-shirt. "You know what I meant."

She smiled. "Yes, baby, I know."

She shifted her shoulders, trying to bring her nipple in contact with his lips. If her son had been a virgin, that didn't bother her. It made her feel good to know she had given him his first fuck, his first piece of ass. That first time, she knew, could be a frightening experience, or it could be a wonderful experience. Knowing what to do, how to move, Wendy felt, could be the difference that first time.

She drew him tight, feeling the pressure of his check on the top swells of her tit. She shifted again, and felt one of his lips brush her nipple through the t-shirt. She watched his crotch as she managed to rub her nipple against him. She felt elated when Tony slid his arm behind her back, the other on his thigh. She purred when he gave her a small hug.

She moved, and her tit pushed at his lips.

She squeezed his arm as she felt his mouth loose on her tit, but the lump in his pants was growing.