Kathy Andrews - Hot action with mom

They walked slowly, with Bobby eyeing the women and girls, as usual. She wondered why he had insisted that she dress this way and come to the shopping mall if all he wanted to do was look at the other girls and women. As they strolled along, she became a bit more comfortable, but the sensation of everyone looking at her remained.

She was acutely aware that her cunt was hot, swollen inside the skimpy panties. She was sure people could tell, smell her hot cunt, maybe. She was a little moist between her thighs, and hoped the pussy juices wouldn't soak through her panties and run down her thighs for everyone to see.

Reaching the same place they had sat before, she sat down on one of the small chairs, making sure her legs were tight together, the short skirt down on her thighs as far as she could get it. Bobby sat across from her, but turned to watch the women and girls.

"Do it now, Mom," he said.

"I can't!" Sharon wailed.

"We talked and talked about it," Bobby reminded her. "You gotta do it now, Mom."

"Bobby, please," she sobbed, looking about with lowered eyes, feeling the heat on her cheeks. "Let's go back home. I can't do it… I've changed my mind."

Bobby leaned close, hissing: "Open your legs!"

"Bobby!"

"Open your fucking legs wide, Mom!"

"Shhh!" Her face was turning bright pink. "Someone will hear."

Bobby started to shove a hand under the table.

Sharon jerked her knees to one side. "Bobby, let's go home and I'll let you… fuck me."

"Show your cunt, Mom!"

Sharon sucked in a hiss of air, staring down at the table. She had agreed to this while they had been excited, playing with each other, and now she couldn't go through with it. There was one way she could get him to let her go home. Maybe.

"Honey," she said, leaning toward him and whispering as softly as she could. "I'll let you fuck me in my pussy."

Bobby grinned. "You still gotta do this, just like we said, Mom."

"In my cunt, baby," she whispered seductively, willing to promise anything to get out of this. "You can put your cock in mother's cunt and fuck it, honey."

"Open your legs," he hissed back at her. "Flash your cunt and then we'll go home and I'll fuck your pussy."

"Bobby, please," she whimpered.

He started to shove a hand beneath the table.

"I will!" she said quickly.

She opened her thighs, but closed them quickly, looking about, frightened.

Bobby knew what she had done. "You gotta keep them open, Mom, just the way you said you would."

"Fuck me, Bobby," she whispered. "Please, take me home and fuck me in my cunt. I don't want to do this anymore."

Bobby sat still, looking at his mother.

She gave in.

With a furious heat in her face, her eyes cast down to the table, she parted her knees, leaving them open. Anyone glancing at them would have seen her panties. Sharon felt as if she would die with embarrassment, but she also felt her cunt swelling, her clit protruding in a hard knot, her nipples more pronounced beneath the clinging dress.

"Bobby," she whispered throatily, "I think I'm going to come!"

Bobby giggled. "Do it, Mom. Come!"

With a strangled sob, Sharon came. Her knees were spread open, the crotch of her panties on display. The hairy pussylips inside the tight band of her panties contracted, and she squeezed her hands into fists on top of the small table.

"That woman is looking at you, Mom!" Bobby hissed.

Sharon couldn't lift her eyes. She was coming and it felt fantastic, and her face burned with embarrassment. Her cunt went through powerful contractions, time and again, and she felt hers elf growing weak as she clenched her hands.

"Are you coming, Mom?"

"Yes," she groaned. "Oh, God, yes!"

"My cock is hard," he said.

"Is the woman still looking at me?"

"Yes, she is," Bobby replied. "She looks interested."

"Ohhh!" Sharon groaned as her orgasm increased in power, her legs spread widely. Before she could stop herself, her right hand slipped from the table and dropped into her son's lap. She felt his cock throbbing hard inside his pants. "Is she still watching?"

"Yes, Mom, and grinning, too."

Sharon clutched at her son's cock with her hand, and a final explosion inside her cunt sent rippling tremors through her. She couldn't lift her face, and her orgasm receded. She turned loose of her son's cock, and then closed her legs shyly.

Finally she looked up, and saw the woman smiling at her.

"Oh, God!" she whimpered. "Let's go! She looks like she wants to come over here!"

She clutched her son's hand as she stood up, and before she could move off, the woman winked at her, and ran her tongue over her lips.

Walking swiftly, she felt her short skirt clinging to her ass, her long thighs flashing. She pulled her son from the mall and almost ran to the car. She climbed in quickly, but her son caught the door, holding it open.

"One more peek, Mom," he said, grinning at her.

"Let's go home, please!"

"Once more," he insisted.

"I want to fuck you," she said, gripping the wheel with white knuckles. "I have to fuck you now, Bobby! Come on, get in!"

"One more peek," he said, and he reached for her knee.

"Then we'll go?"

He nodded.

Sharon shoved her leg from the car, holding it very wide. Bobby stood back and gazed between her legs, seeing her panties, the wetness of them. She started to pull the leg back, but Bobby stopped her.

"Wait," be said.

Sharon then saw why.

A man was walking along between the parked cars, his face on her. She blushed furiously, knowing he was seeing her crotch, her legs. Quickly, she pulled her foot into the car, and Bobby shut the door.

But when he sat beside her, Sharon didn't start the car. She grabbed her son's hand and pulled it between her legs.

"Feel," she said. "I'm so fucking wet!"

Bobby ran his hand into his mother's crotch, feeling her drenched panties. She pressed his hand hard against her bubbling cunt, and he pushed her panties into her pussy gash. His cock was swollen inside his pants, and holding his hand between her thighs, she grabbed his cock hard, making him pant.

"God, I came so hard in there!" she said. "Aren't you glad you did it now, Mom?"

"It was… exciting," she admitted, squeezing his cock inside his pants. "But we have to get home, fast. Hold my pussy, baby!"

Bobby sat close to her, his hand between his mother's thighs as she drove quickly. Her panties were soaked with pussy juice, and he worked a finger inside the crotch, easing it into her pussy.

"Oooo, yes, baby!" she hissed, sliding her hips forward on the seat. "Finger-fuck my cunt! Oh, make me come again!"

The car weaved as she struggled to keep it straight with one hand, her other clinging to his throbbing cock.

"DO I get some pussy now, Mom?" he asked, fucking his finger in her cunt hard and fast, making wet sounds. Sharon held her legs as wide open as she could, still driving. "Do I get to fuck your cunt now, Mom?"

Sharon drew in a deep breath, squeezing his cock as hard as she could.

"Yes!" she groaned, the word coming out choked and hot. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"It's about time," he laughed, fucking his finger in and out of her cunt swiftly. "You still wanna come now?"

"Yes, I do!"

Bobby shoved his other hand into her lap, puffing her panties to one side, and stabbed his mother's cunt hard and violently. Sharon humped her hips into his hand, her vision foggy as she weaved the car toward home.

"Faster!" she groaned. "Fuck me faster!" Bobby leaned down, watching his finger flying in and out of his mother's cunt, inhaling the exciting aroma that radiated up from her hairy, juicy cunt.

"Don't squeeze my cock so hard, Mom," he said. "You wanna make me come off, too?"

"Not yet?" she sobbed. "I want your cock in me when you come!"