Kathy Andrews - All day with mom

She sat up slowly, avoiding looking directly at her son. She closed her legs, afraid to step down. She was weak from her strong orgasm, from being fucked by her son.

"Mom – I shouldn't have – oh, shit, Mom!" Tony left her alone, and she sat there. She was surprised that she had not resisted, that she had let her son fuck her without any protest. But Jackie could not tell herself that it had not been good. It had been very good, and her cunt kept pulsating for a long time.

Feeling stronger, and stood and stepped to the kitchen sink, taking a paper towel and cleaning herself, adjusting her panties and finding her shorts on the floor, not remembering how they had been removed. She stepped into her shorts, zipped them up and finished preparing dinner.

Tony refused to come out of his room. He told her he wasn't hungry.

Jackie ate alone, puzzling over what happened. She searched herself for shame, or at last embarrassment, but she found none. She was concerned about Tony, though. She didn't want her son to feel ashamed. She didn't want him to take the full blame, and she felt that that was what he was doing in his room.

Jackie had never acted so wantonly in her life, spreading her legs for her son at the pool, feeling jealous when he talked to the pretty girl. When she had held her son's cock, she hadn't wanted to turn it loose. She had spread herself out on the kitchen table like a wanton bitch, and not only let her son fuck her, but fucked him just as hard, and then became disappointed when he didn't come inside her cunt.

Jackie realized that it felt good acting like a whore. It had felt good to open her legs to her sons hot eyes. It had felt wonderful to have his cock in her cunt.

Grinning to herself, she left the kitchen. She went into her room, closing the door. She stripped naked and stood under the shower, soaping her body, scrubbing herself squeaky clean. She was not trying to wash away the traces of fucking her son, but was preparing herself.

With her heart racing, she dried herself and found a short nightgown, a lacy garment that was sheer. She considered, then discarded, the panties that came with the nightgown. If she was going through with this, she told herself, she might as well go all the way.

She left her bedroom wearing the revealing gown. Her decision had been made instantly, and she acted before she could change her mind.

"Tony?"

There was no answer.

She tried the knob, turning it and pushing the door open. Tony was on his bed, head and shoulders propped up, wearing his pajama bottoms and nothing else. He turned to see her, then quickly looked away.

Smiling nervously, Jackie entered her son's bedroom and stood at the side of his bed, her hands clasped in front of her like a shy virgin.

She looked at him, wanting him to say something, anything.

But Tony didn't speak and he didn't look at her.

"Okay, Tony," she said softly, sitting on the edge of his bed.

She placed her hand on his knee and felt him tremble.

"I know you feel bad about what happened, but I don't."

She heard her son gulp, his eyes darting toward her tits, then away just as fast. She squeezed his knee. Jackie knew it was going to be up to her to explain.

"At the pool," Jackie said. "You were bold enough then, honey. You gave me a good look then, and you talked as if you wanted – you know, to fuck me. Now you're acting like a shy little boy. Why, Tony?"

"Mom, you're my mother," he said so softly that it was hard to hear the words.

"I know that," she said, caressing his knee. "And I'm not embarrassed! You shouldn't be, either."

"I got carried away, Mom."

"I know," she said, slipping her hand just above her son's knee. "I know you got carried away, and so did I."

Tony was staring at his mother's hand as it stroked his thigh above his knee.

"I'm still a little carried away," Jackie whispered. "That's why I have this gown on, so you can see through it. But I guess I wasted my time. You don't seem interested in seeing me now."

Tony remained quiet.

Jackie sighed, squeezed his knee again and pulled her hand away. She sat there, hands folded in her lap, looking down. Her legs were slim and satiny, with a nice tan. She pecked up and caught her son looking at her tits.

"What happened to that eager boy in the kitchen?" Jackie asked, putting her hand back on his knee. "That boy was so anxious to get his hands on me, he couldn't wait. Where did he go?"

"Mom, I shouldn't have…"

"Why not, darling? You didn't see me trying to stop you, did you? If I didn't want it to happen, I'm sure I could have prevented it."

"You wanted it, Mom?" he asked, lifting his eyes to her face, then back to her hand, which was now halfway up his thigh.

"I wanted it very much," she purred, stroking her hand back and forth, each time going a bit higher on his thigh. "God, I wanted it so very much!"

"Really? You really wanted to do it, Mom?"

"Really," she said, slipping her hand high, her fingers almost in his crotch. "It was very good, Tony. Except…"

"Except what, Mom!"

"Nothing, baby," Jackie said softly, moving the tips of her fingers to his balls, rubbing them lightly.

She took his hand and placed it on her thigh, drawing it upward. "Don't you want to feel me now? Feel me the way you started to in the kitchen? You can, you know. You can feel mother, honey. Come on, push your hand up my leg and feel me."

As Tony moved his hot hand up, Jackie opened her legs wider. She kept stroking his balls with her fingertips, and when her son had his palm on her cunt, she clutched his balls and let out a soft cry of pleasure.

"Ohhh, yes, Tony!"

Tony was no longer hesitant. He rubbed at his mother's cunt, feeling the soft wetness. He turned his head and looked at her, seeing the curls of her pussy-hair as he rubbed at the slippery cunt-lips. His eyes were gleaming again, and he gasped as his mother began to squeeze his balls gently, flexing her fingers on them.

"Put a finger in!" Jackie groaned. "You know what to do, I'm sure, baby!"

Tony slipped his middle finger into his mother's cunt. Jackie squealed, turning his balls loose and shoving her hand into the fly of his pajamas. She grasped her son's cock and lifted it free. With another squeal, she closed her fist around his cock and pumped it eagerly, sliding her hand over the prick-shaft. Her eyes burned as she stared at his cock, her hand pulling his balls out. She rolled his hot balls in one hand, jacking his cock with the other.

Tony was shoving his finger in and out of her cunt now, fucking it eagerly. Jackie squirmed on the bed, twisting until both of her legs were on it, facing her son. She let go of his cock long enough to jerk the bottom of her short nightgown on her waist, then began to jack his cock again, frantically, with little cries of ecstasy.

Within a few moments, Jackie came.

She moaned as her pussy gripped her son's finger, the cunt-lips squeezing in spasms.

"Ooooh, nice Tony!" she mooned when her orgasm was over. "That was very nice, but I'd rather come other ways." Tony was grinning at her, burying his finger deep in the wet heat of her cunt.

"If you keep pounding so hard on my cock, Mom, I'm going to come, too!"

"Oh, no!" she cried, turning his cock loose, but holding his balls. "You're not going to waste your cum this time Tony!"

"Waste it?"

"You came all over my stomach in the kitchen. That's not the way to do it. I want your cock in my pussy when you come!"

Jackie felt surprised at her boldness. She had been in front of her husband's cameras many times. She had always been modest when not posing. But she didn't want to be modest, she wanted to be wild and wicked. Talking to her son, his cock straining out of his pajamas, was exciting her. She felt as if she understood those women who wanted to be sluts, to be fucked and exposed and enjoyed.