Kathy Andrews - Hot action with mom

"I'm still coming!" she wailed, straining hard. "My cunt is still coming, Bobby! Oooo, mother's cunt is grabbing for your hard cock! Give it to me, baby!" She pulled and twisted his balls. "Squirt it to my pussy! Mother's cunt wants that come juice! Spurt it up my fucking cunt, Bobby!"

Bobby began to gasp, his mouth gaping as he gazed wildly at his mother's ass. Her ass cheeks were spread very wide, and each time he yanked her hips backward, the scalding heat of her asshole seemed to brand a circle on his lower stomach just above his cock. Sliding his thumb down the crack of her ass, he pushed it upon the tight ass ring, still fucking his cock in and out of her greedy cunt.

"Ooao, baby!"

Bobby rammed his thumb into his mother's asshole. Sharon went wild. She tossed her ass about, riding his cock with her cunt and her asshole on his thumb, her mind spinning with erotic sensations, her orgasms bursting one after the other.

Bobby grunted, slamming his cock deep into her cunt, holding it there as he went stiff. Then he began to shudder, groaning loudly. The boiling juice of his young balls poured in rapid squirts into her heated cunt.

Sharon raised her head from the bed, screaming with ecstasy.

Sharon began to venture out of the house in her miniskirts and short dresses slowly and cautiously. At first she would only go a few blocks. She felt as if everyone was looking at her, seeing her erotic emotions on full display. Bobby went with her, constantly assuring his mother that she looked beautiful, like the other girls and women who wore such clothing. Sharon was only partly convinced. She felt naked and conspicuous.

But, she admitted to herself, she felt excited. As she became bolder, she found she could walk about with her shoulders back, her tits straining, her long, creamy thighs flashing, with comfort. She saw that other women and girls felt no embarrassment in the revealing clothing and apparently felt none even if a gust of wind lifted a short skirt to expose a teasing flash of skimpy, lacy panties. The thing she noticed most of all was that the panties always seemed the type to draw the eye. She began to understand she wasn't alone in the world, that there were many, many women who enjoyed being looked at.

A few times, Bobby would flip the back of her skirt up before she was aware of what he was doing, and that caused her to blush furiously. She wasn't sure if she would blush if the wind lifted her skirt, but having her son do it made her face burn hotly.

Bobby had convinced her that, when getting in and out of the car, she should flash her panties and legs. He called her attention to other women who did it. Sharon realized most women, otherwise modest, seldom realized they showed legs and panties getting in and out of cars. Once, she even saw a woman without panties on, and the brief flash of the hairy cunt caused her to gasp. Bobby, though, enjoyed it very much, naturally. Now, every time she climbed in and out of the car, she flashed her panties, and felt quite comfortable with it. Bobby had started opening and closing the door, but it wasn't because he was being a little gentleman, she knew. He enjoyed watching her legs part, seeing her panties, her thighs. Since her garter belt and nylons appeared to excite him most of all, she usually wore them with her knee-length boots.

At home, Bobby had developed the habit of wanting to lie on the floor, with her above him, straddling his head so he could look up between her thighs at her cunt and ass. He wanted her to wear the garter belt and nylons at those times, and although he liked when she wore panties, he often asked her to leave them off, wanting to see the hairy cunt slit, the pink, swollen pussy lips. Sometimes he would ask her to half squat above him, so he could see the tight fucker of her asshole, too. Once in a while he would jerk his cock as he gazed for long minutes up her legs.

One day, Sharon was standing above him, a foot on each side of his head. She wore a miniskirt, her garter belt, fishnet nylons, and her boots. But her cunt was naked. She faced his feet, gazing at his cock and balls as her son peered up her thighs. His cock was rigid with desire, swollen very hard, the cockhead bulging and dripping that clear, sweet fluid. She stood holding her tits in both hands, her nipples pressing between her fingers. She wasn't wearing a blouse, but was naked from her waist up.

After standing above her son a few times like this before, Sharon enjoyed it now as much as he did. She loved to stand there and feel his eyes hotly looking up at her, his cock hard, his fist often pumping his prick. She loved it when he looked up and jacked off. There was something erotic about posing this way while watching her son jack his cock, squirt that jism from the cockhead and spatter it over his stomach and thighs. Her cunt had this delicious habit of pulsating visibly, the cuntlips moving in a writhing way that Sharon had no control over. This delighted her son no end.

"Jack it off, baby," she whispered above him. "Ohhh, yes, Bobby! Jack that beautiful hard-on off! Come on your fucking fist, honey! Let mother see you pump that juice out of your sweet balls!"

Bobby stared with glazed eyes up at her naked cunt, seeing the pussylips through the thick hair, the crack of her ass. Sharon's ass clenched and bunched, her cunt throbbing. Bobby could see the wetness beading the hair of his mother's pussy. One hand held his balls tightly, the other curled about his cock hard, jerking up and down.

Sharon didn't want to stand there this time.

She wanted to feel, to touch, kiss and lick. She swallowed noisily as she gazed down at him, his cock so edible.

"Squat a little, Mom," Bobby groaned. "Squat just a little so I can see your asshole."

Sharon bent her knees, arching her ass a bit backward. She lowered her ass until it was about a foot above her son's face. She couldn't resist slipping a hand to her pussy. She stroked her inflamed tit, rubbing at the sensitive sides, taking a quick dip into the steamy wetness. She waggled her ass, her eyes glazing down on his cock.

With a moan, she leaned over, straightening her knees. She pulled the head of her son's cock into her mouth and began licking it. Bobby grunted in pleasure, seeing his mother's cunt opening above his face. The inner surfaces of her creamy smooth thighs were wet with the seeping of her pussy. He released his cock when his mother took it between her lips, but he still clung to his tight young balls. He shoved his hand up her thigh, along the inside. He felt the silky nylons, then the naked flesh at the top. He ran his fingers into the wetness, and while his mother agitated her swollen clit. He thrust a finger into her cunt, working it up and downs Sharon mewled around his prick, swinging her uplifted ass in tight, inviting circles.

The hot taste of his cock in her mouth sent rippling ecstasy through Sharon's body, and she started bending her knees.

Bobby pulled his finger from her cunt and fucked it up her asshole, his eyes on fire as he watched. Sharon sucked at his cock, her tongue twirling with wet hunger, both her hands flat on the floor at each side of his hips, bracing herself.

Bobby finger-fucked his mother in her cunt and then her asshole, darting his wet finger from one to the other. Sharon squealed and gobbled at his prick, shaking her ass lewdly, wantonly. The way he finger-fucked her cunt and asshole, taking turns, sent a wild quiver about her flesh. She moaned as a mild orgasm swelled and burst inside her crotch, her cunt opening and closing. Her asshole gripped and squeezed his finger, then when he plunged it up into her cunt, her pussy grabbed at it hungrily. She groaned and shoved her mouth down onto his cock until she had it all, her lips at the base, writhing as her tongue swirled hotly. Moaning huskily, Sharon began bouncing her face up and down, fucking her son's cock with her mouth. She fucked hard and fast, bruising her puffy, stretched lips, and loving every second of it. He dripped so much, her mouth filled time and again until she had to swallow the sweet juices of his balls. Bobby kept plunging his finger from her cunt to her asshole, creating an enormous rapture within his mother's lewdly exposed body.