Kathy Andrews - Hot action with mom

She let her mouth fill with the final spurts, and then pulled her mouth off his prick. She rolled his come juice about in her mouth, her eyes unfocused as she whimpered in pleasure. Her lips glistened wetly, and her slim throat finally swallowed his jism. With a moan, she shoved her tongue out and, using the flat surface of it, licked about his cock and piss hole, making sure she missed nothing.

At Bobby's request, Sharon had slipped into a pair of her tight, sheer panties after taking another bath. She found it much easier to be dressed this way now that she had finally revealed her body to him. She didn't blush as often, either. She stood in front of her dresser, brushing her long hair, wearing only the panties.

Bobby was reclining on her bed, watching. He looked at the way her ass filled the panties, the creamy whiteness of each ass check showing because of the skimpiness of the panties. In the mirror, he could see his mother's fail, naked tits, her nipples still very hard. He wore jeans and a T-shirt, but his cock was outlined inside his pants. He had his arms behind his head, watching with interest.

Sharon still felt the tendency to blush, but fought it off. She was elated to have her son see her this way, almost naked. In fact, she might as well be naked, because her son could see the shape of her cunt hair through the thin panties in the mirror. Her cunt was still swollen, and her clit seemed to remain in a constant state of agitation, knotted deliciously. She wondered if, getting over her embarrassment and shyness, perhaps she was becoming insatiable. If so, she didn't mind, as long as her son's cock could fill her mouth, her asshole.

She found it surprising that she came so easily by sucking Bobby's cock, or letting him fuck her in the ass. Somehow there seemed something wrong about that. Having orgasms by sucking cock and taking it up the ass, always neglecting her cunt, caused her to wonder if something wasn't twisted around in her. Surely there were other women like her, able to come so powerfully while sucking cock or taking it up the ass. She didn't feel she was unique in all the world. Putting the brush down, she began to apply her make-up, wondering, why she was hesitating about letting her son fuck her in the cunt. Surely it wouldn't be any more wrong than what she was doing with him now.

She peeked at her son in the mirror, smiling at him. She gave a twitch of her pantied ass, the first time she had been able to do something like that without blushing. She winked at him, a lewd wink, and ran her tongue over her lips in a highly suggestive manner, then ovaled them and made a pretense of sucking a cock.

"Fucking cock-sucker," Bobby said, grinning at her reflection.

"Oh, that's no way to talk to your mother," she said, but she winked at him again, and made the same cock-sucking gesture, this time shoving her finger into her mouth and pumping it in and out.

"You are a fucking cock-sucker, Mom," he said, rubbing at his crotch.

Sharon turned to face her son, her eyes taking on a smoldering heat. "Yes, I am," she replied in a low, whispery voice. "I'm your cocksucker, Bobby. I may be your mother, but I'm also your fucking cock-sucking cunt, too."

"Not cunt, Mom."

"Oh?" she asked.

"I haven't fucked your cunt, have I?"

"No, you haven't," she replied, a frown creasing her smooth forehead. "Don't you like my mouth, my ass?" She could use the words freely now without being bashful. "Isn't my mouth hot and wet enough? And my ass. Don't you like to fuck me in my ass, Bobby?"

"Sure," he replied.

"My asshole is hot and tight," she murmured, her eyes straying to the front of his pants. "You fuck my ass as if you enjoy it. And I know for sure you love it when I suck your cock. What's so important about fucking me in my cunt?"

"Because I never have," Bobby said. "I don't even know what it feels like to have a cunt on my cock, Mom. I've never fucked anyone but you, you know."

She gazed at him, leaning her ass on the dresser. "Maybe you need a girlfriend," she said softly. "You could have her cunt, and you'd have my mouth and asshole."

"I wanna fuck your cunt, Mom!" he said. "I wanna fuck you in your pussy, Mom. It's so hairy and it gets so wet, I just know I'd love it."

She looked at him for a while longer, wondering why she didn't go ahead and fuck him with her cunt. She felt a tingle between her thighs, and shrugged.

She had laid out the clinging minidress, and now she reached for it.

"Don't wear a bra," Bobby said.

"I didn't intend to," she replied.

She slipped the dress over her head. It clung to her tits, outlining them, her nipples protruding. It was quite obvious she didn't have a bra on. The hem of the dress hung about three inches below her crotch, the fabric clinging to her ass, molding it deliciously. She slipped into her knee-length boots, and posed for her son's approval.

"Nice," he said. "Very, very nice, Mom."

"I'm not sure I can do it," she said.

"Sure you can," Bobby answered, sliding from the bed. "You look as good as any of them better than most, Mom."

She examined herself in the mirror. "I'm not sure about that," she said, seeing a beautiful woman in her reflection. "Look at this dress! It shows everything. I can't do it, Bobby, I just can't!"

Bobby took his mother's hand and began puffing her from the bedroom. She allowed him to pull her as far as the living room, then she tried to stop.

"No, I can't."

"You can, Mom," he insisted.

"It's so embarrassing!" she cried. "I can't go out this way. I look like a whore, Bobby."

"Bullshit!" he exclaimed. "You saw those other girls. Did they look like whores to you?"

"But that's different!" she wailed.

"How is it different?"

"I'm your mother, that's how."

"Yeah," Bobby grinned. "That's what makes it so much better."

"Oh, so I look like a whore, do I?" she asked. "You want me to look like a whore, just because I'm your mother?"

"Mom, you do not look like a fucking whore!" he said. "You look prettier and more desirable than any of those women wearing miniskirts."

Bobby opened the door.

"Let's wait until it's dark," she pleaded.

"We've, already talked about it, Mom," he said, grabbing her hand and puffing her out the door. "You said you wanted to do it, so let's do it and stop all this bullshit."

Sharon blushed, looking up and down the street, feeling as if every eye was on her body. She felt better in the car, but not much. Before she started the car, she turned to her son, eyes pleading. "Not the mall," she said. "Let's try someplace else."

"The mall," Bobby said firmly.

Shaking, feeling bashful, Sharon drove to the nearby shopping center. She parked, and looked around at the crowds going in and out of the doors of the huge complex.

Bobby climbed out, holding his door wide open. "Come on, Mom, scoot across and let's go."

She moved, feeling her clinging skirt slide across her ass. She blushed, yet there was a tingling sensation between her thighs as she scooted from the seat, her panties flashing brief ly. She looked around quickly, but thought no one saw her but her son. She stood up and smoothed her short skirt down, trying to tug the hem lower on her thighs.

Bobby took her hand, squeezing it encouragingly as they walked into the wide doors of the mall. Sharon pulled back as she saw the shoppers strolling about, feeling as if everyone was looking at her. She didn't see anyone paying particular attention to her, but the feeling persisted.

She wasn't the only one with a skimpy dress on, she noticed. She held onto her son's hand tightly, feeling it brush at her naked thigh. She tried to hold her head up, her shoulders straight, but found herself slumping as if to lower the thrust of her naked tits.