Kathy Andrews - Show me more, mom!

With a cry, she strained into his hand. Her cunt convulsed tightly, the orgasm shooting through her like lightning. She cried out, straining her cunt as hard as she could into her son's hand. Tony, feeling his mother's cunt in spasms through her tight jeans, had lifted his mouth from her tit, looking down at her crotch. He groaned as her fist clamped even harder around his prick as she came.

"Ohhhh, baby, baby!" Wendy sobbed, almost crazy with ecstasy. "Abhhh, it's so good… so wonderful!"

As the convulsions faded, she felt her son starting to draw away.

"Wait!" she gasped. "Stay with me."

When she shuddered to a finish, her hips slumped to the couch, her legs loose now, wide open. She still had hold of his prick, and as Tony started to pull away once more, she gripped his cock tighter.

"Your turn," she said hotly, and began to pound on his cock in a frenzy of movement.

Tony leaned back, watching his mother's hand race up and down his cock. Wendy made soft hissing sounds as she pumped hard and fast, her eyes watching the swollen head, the slit of his piss-hole.

"Ohhh, so hard, Tony!" she squealed. "Ohhhh, I want to make you come, too! Don't hold, back, baby! Let Mother see you come!"

Tony began to squirm, her fist pounding frantically on his cock.

The moans he made told her he was close. Her fist made muffled slapping sounds on his open fly.

"Now, baby!" she urged.

With a grunt, Tony came.

The creamy juice spurted from the slit of his cock, flying high, then spattering back down her fist. With a gasp of delight, Wendy jacked on his gushing cock as fast as she could, feeling the scalding wetness coat her hand. As the quick spurts slowed, she squeezed his cock at the base, drawing upward, bringing a final head of come juice to the slit. Then she ran her palm over it, enjoying the hot wetness.

A few minutes later, while Tony leaned back, his cock limp but still out of his open fly, he began to make shy giggling sounds.

"Is something funny?" Wendy asked. Her t-shirt had slipped down from her neck, but caught above her nipples.

"You said…" He glanced at her shyly. "You were saying some nasty things, Mom."

"I was?" she asked, genuinely puzzled. "What things…? When?"

"While we were… you know, touching each other."

"What things?" she said again. "You know," Tony said. "Ahhhh," she smiled. "You mean cock and cunt!"

He nodded.

"Well, I was hot," she said, and stood up. "So hot, I've got to take another shower."

Wendy had hoped Tony would come with her, but he didn't.

At least, she thought, he wasn't as embarrassed as he had been when he fucked her. Or she had fucked him, she thought with a smile. Ether way, his cock had been in her cunt and that was what counted.

In her room, she stripped her t-shirt off, then her jeans. Shoving her panties down, they turned inside out. She lifted them and stared. The crotch was very wet, most of it the juices of her son's balls that had seeped from her cunt.

She held, them up, looking toward her open bedroom door, then feeling slightly embarrassed herself, she brought the wet crotch of her panties to her lips, kissing them. The wetness smeared her lips, and the tip of her tongue poked at it. She tasted her son's juices on her, panties, and with a soft moan, began to lick them. Swishing her tongue at the wetness, she ran her hand between her legs, feeling her pussy. Sucking the crotch of her panties into her mouth, she savored the taste of her son's juices, sucking them from the crotch of her panties with breathless excitement.

"Oh, shit, Wendy!" she snapped at herself, flinging her panties onto her bed. She walked naked into her bathroom and stood under the spray of water so hot it turned her flesh a bright pink. Wendy loved water as hot as she could stand it.

She kept hoping Tony would come in, but by the time she finished her shower, she was still alone. She hoped he wasn't brooding and feeling embarrassed again. She considered going to him naked, but that wouldn't do if he was embarrassed. She thought about wrapping a towel about her body and going to him, but that would be almost the same as being naked. She didn't want to dress, but it was necessary she had dinner to prepare for them, and her son might not like seeing her naked in the kitchen especially if he was feeling embarrassed.

Stepping into a fresh pair of bikini panties, this time a pink pair with dark-pink rose buds, she began to feel she could teach her son what she liked best when it came to sex. If, that is, he wasn't too embarrassed about fucking his mother. When it came to a hot, wet cunt and beautiful hard cock, Wendy didn't find anything to be embarrassed about.

She slipped her arms into a house dress, tying the slender belt at her waist. As before, she left her tits free and naked. Her tits strained out and up, as firm as they had been when she was a teenager. She enjoyed the gentle brush of her nipples against the cloth. When she moved, her tits swayed and bounced provocatively.

Before she left her room, she saw her discarded panties on her bed. Picking them up, she balled her t-shirt and jeans into her other hand, and carried them down the ball. Tony was still on the couch, but the television had been turned off. And, she was quick to notice, he had stuffed his cock back into his pants. She had to walk in front of him on her way to the kitchen and laundry room.

As she passed him, she tossed her worn panties at him, laughing softly as they draped over his head.

"Want to get into my panties?" she teased, waggling her ass as she entered the kitchen. Tossing her jeans and t-shirt into the hamper, she turned to prepare their dinner, taking out a lovely steak for them to share.

As she placed the steak in the oven, her son came in.

She saw he still had her panties, but they were in his hand now. He sat at the small work table in the kitchen, glancing at her as he played with the skimpy panties. Wendy searched her son's face for evidence of embarrassment, but failed to see any. Elated, she moved toward him and hugged his head into her stomach, stroking his hair.

"Did you have fun, honey?" she asked softly.

Tony nodded his head against her stomach.

"Well, you could let me know," she teased. "Come on, put your arms around me and give Mother a hug."

When he squeezed her, he lifted his face to look up at her. He gave her a nervous grin.

She grinned down at him, and pulled bin tight.

"You're not embarrassed anymore?"

He shook his head, but a faint flush came to his cheeks.

With a soft giggle, she pulled back, leaning down, and kissing his mouth as she cupped his face. The tip of her tongue played along his lips, then she stood up again.

She pushed his hands down to the cheeks of her ass, holding them there. "If you had fun, you could at least show me by touching me."

Tony gave his mother's ass a tentative squeeze.

"That's better," she laughed softly, then wrinkled her nose at him. "I'd love to stand here and have you play with my ass, but I think I smell something burning."

She checked the steak, turning it over. "I guess that was me burning, not the steak," she giggled. "Either me or you."

"Both, Mom?" he ventured.

"Probably," she agreed, lifting her shoulders to make her tits stand out against her dress. "Tony, it is okay, isn't it?"

Knowing what she meant, he nodded, quickly.

She gazed at him for a long time, then went back to him. She pulled his head into her stomach again, holding the back of his head. She ran her hand through his hair, and then cupped his face, pressing him tight into her stomach. This time he placed his hands on his mother's ass without her helping him. She purred with happiness when he dug his fingers into the soft cheeks of her ass, squeezing them.