Kathy Andrews - Hot action with mom

"You're not embarrassed anymore?" he asked.

"Of course I am," she replied. "Any woman can be embarrassed. I'm not as bashful as I was, though. I enjoy being embarrassed sometimes. It makes my pussy hot… but not always."

Bobby shoved his hand to one of his mother's tits, and while he held it, she drew the head of his cock to her nipple. She pressed his piss hole onto her nipple, tucking her chin down to watch. She rubbed his cock on her nipple, then about her tit, circling it, cooing with the sweetness of this contact.

Bobby's cock began to swell again.

"See," she murmured. "You're getting hard again."

Bobby, resting his cheek on her thigh, looked past the hair of her cunt and at her tits, watching as she rubbed the swelling cockhead over her nipple, twisting her shoulders to brush at her other tit. She began to stroke his cock with her fist as it grew.

"I think I'd like to make you come on my titties," she purred. "I think I'll jack your cock off and feel your hot come juice spray all over my titties."

His cock began to throb again, and Sharon closed her fingers around it, pumping back and forth, her eyes starting to glaze with passion as she kept watching it. She pulled his cock from one tit to the other, smashing his piss hole into her nipples. The wetness made her tits slippery, and it felt very good to her. She began to writhe her naked ass, one leg still uplifted to keep her hairy cunt exposed. With her son resting his cheek on her thigh, she found she could press her cunt against the top of his head. She began to rub her pussy there, mewling softly with pleasure.

"I'm giving your hair a pussy shampoo," she giggled.

Bobby grinned, pressing his head into her cunt.

"Keep jacking on my cock and I'll come on your titties, Mom," he said in a thick voice.

"I intended to," Sharon whispered, lifting his cock to her lips, kissing the dripping piss hole, then shoving it back to her tits.

She smashed her nipple against his cock, jerking faster as she sensed the increase of the throbs. She pumped and watched his balls swinging, and darted her tongue against them, licking slowly but hungrily.

With a soft cry, she squirmed her cunt at the top of her son's head, a delicious orgasm rumbling through her.

"Come," she urged. "Come on mother's titties! I want your hot, sweet comejuice spraying my titties, baby!"

She jerked faster, her eyes blazing as she stared at the head of his cock, holding his piss hole tightly upon one rigid, tingling nipple.

"Ooooo, yes!" she gurgled as his cock cream spurted. "So hot and wet and… oh, I love it, Bobby! Come on mother's titties!"

As he came, she rubbed his prick about her tits, breathing hotly as she watched both tits become drenched with his creamy jism.

The mall was crowded, as always.

Sharon wore her clinging miniskirt and her boats. She had on the garter belt and her nylons, a flesh-tinted pair. Her tits were naked and free beneath her blouse, her nipples pressing outward with boldness. The big difference was that she was also naked under the miniskirt. She could feel the coolness of the wrought-iron chair against her naked ass, the lips of her cunt. She wasn't feeling in the least embarrassed. What she was feeling was excitement, intense excitement.

She grinned often at her son, who was watching the parade of lovely women and girls. There weren't many men or boys, since it was midweek.

To Sharon, it seemed the women and girls were revealing more than ever. Perhaps it was because she was, herself. Whatever it was, Sharon preferred to think she was seeing more flesh than ever before. Like her son, she enjoyed looking at a beautiful body, and most of those in the mall were beautiful. She enjoyed looking at a beautiful body whether it belonged to a man or woman. Not that she had any desire to caress, to feel, or even kiss a woman's body; she simply appreciated the beauty of one.

"How do you feel, Mom?" Bobby asked. "Lovely," she whispered. "And naked." He grinned, and turned to look at a lovely blonde girl about twenty years old. Sharon watched her son's pleasure, knowing he would love to get his hands on the beauty, to suck her cunt and fuck her. It didn't bother her that her son wanted to fuck another woman. In a way, it excited her. She would like to watch that, she felt. See his hard cock penetrating a wet pussy, fucking into it while the girl squirmed and thrashed beneath him. She would, she decided, touch the girl, too. Perhaps play with the girl's tits, feel her hairy cunt and cute ass. Maybe, just maybe, if she became aroused enough, she would suck the girl's tits, and if the girl wanted to lick her pussy, Sharon would let it happen, but she didn't particularly care to suck a pussy, herself.

"Do you have a hard-on?" Sharon whispered.

Bobby nodded, his eyes following the ass of a young girl wearing very tight jeans.

"Want a piece of ass now?" Sharon asked, looking around without a twinge of shyness.

"Where?" he asked, his voice trembling with eagerness.

Sharon stood up. "We'll find a place," she said, taking his hand and leading him into the crowd. She saw his cock straining against his pants, and Bobby walked proudly, unconcerned. She noticed he took the opportunity in the crowd to brush his hand over some succulent young ass, pretending it was the crush of bodies that caused it. Not once did a woman or girl shoot an indignant glance at him. On the contrary, they didn't seem to notice they were being felt up, or else didn't care.

Holding her son's hand tightly, Sharon searched for a place that would give them some privacy. Her cunt was swelling and throbbing, her clit intensely inflamed. She wanted to fuck her son badly, and she wanted to fuck him now. She didn't want to take time to rush home; her cunt was boiling and the need to come drove her recklessly.

They came to a telephone booth, an old fashioned booth. There was glass halfway up, but the lower half was paneled. It was a vanishing breed, but a few were still around.

"Here," she hissed, pulling her son into the booth with her and closing the door.

"It's too crowded, Mom," he complained. "How are we gonna fuck in here?"

She turned her back to him.

"Lift my dress and shove it to me!" she urged.

She felt her son's, hands behind her, lifting her short skirt to her waist. She heard him open his pants, and then his hard cock was sliding into the crack of her ass. She looked out at the milling crowd of people, lifting the phone from the hook and pretending to use it. She arched her ass back, feeling the swollen head of her son's cock poking at her hairy cunt. She gave a cry of delight as his cock fucked up her pussy. Her eyes glazed with ecstasy. Bobby began fucking her, hunching back and forth while she pretended to use the phone. Once or twice someone came close to the booth, and if they had turned and looked, Sharon was sure they would have seen her son fucking her.

"Oooo, sweet!" she murmured. "Fuck it good, Bobby! Oooo, fuck mother's cunt good!"

Both Sharon and Bobby kept looking around at the people, but their passions were so intense, neither could have stopped if someone had opened the folding door and looked in.

"Look at that girl!" Sharon hissed, nodding her head in the direction of a lovely auburn haired girl. The girl had on very tight, short shorts, half her luscious ass showing. When the girl turned, Sharon gasped. There was visible cunt hair showing at the crotch. "Oh, the fucking hussy! Look at her showing that cunt off!"

"Yeah, Mom!" Bobby grunted, banging his cock back and forth swiftly, fucking it into his mother's cunt relentlessly. "She's a fucking cunt!"

"Ohh, baby, I'm a fucking cunt!" she sobbed.

"My cunt!"

"Yes!" she groaned, arching her ass to her son. "Your cunt! Your cock-sucker! Your everything! Oooo, fuck me, Bobby? Fuck me hard and fast and make me come!"