Kathy Andrews - Hot action with mom

"Twice a day," she asked, her voice at throaty whisper. "Three times a day, maybe?"

Bobby lowered his book, looking at his mother. He saw her knee, and watched with interest while her skirt slipped another inch along her thigh.

"Sometimes four," he said, his own voice suddenly thick.

"Four? That many?" Sharon asked, feeling the heat starting on her lovely face. "I didn't know you did it that often."

"I do," he replied.

"The girl…" Sharon murmured, knowing he was gazing boldly at her exposed knee. "The one that dropped her books at the mall. She was very pretty, wasn't she?"

Bobby nodded.

"You saw… everything, didn't you?"

"Pretty ass," Bobby said bluntly.

Sharon felt a catch in her chest. Her face burned with shyness, but her cunt was boiling. She swung her foot faster and faster.

"Yes, she… it was nice," she agreed, her voice hoarse.

"She probably does it, Mom," Bobby said, his cock swelling inside his pants. "She probably does it all the time."

"You'd love to do it with her, wouldn't you?"

Bobby swallowed, nodding his head. His mother's skirt was past her knees quite a ways now, almost half her thigh showing. He had never known his mother to allow so much skin to show, and he was quite interested in how much more she would let him see before pulling the skirt down.

"Did you think about doing it to her when you… when you were in the bathroom?" Sharon asked, feeling the heat of her blush scalding now. She was embarrassed to even talk this way, but something was pushing her, forcing her to keep on.

Bobby looked up at his mother's face. He saw how pink it was, but he saw, too, the smoldering expression in her blue eyes. Sharon tried to hold his gaze, but couldn't. She lowered her eyes, licking her full lips. She saw how high her skirt was, and for a moment, from habit, she almost shoved it down. Her hand stopped just before she touched the hem, her foot swinging back and forth faster and faster. She felt her cunt aching with heat, her clit smashed between the wet folds. She pulled her hand back and let it drop on the couch.

Bobby caught the gesture, the hesitation, and a glow came into his eyes.

"When you're doing that, do you ever think of me?" Sharon asked, her voice very, very low, shy.

"Sometimes, Mom," Bobby admitted, his cock now straining hard inside his pants, outlined along the fly, the head of his cock inching up toward his belt.

Sharon couldn't resist peeking.

A low moan escaped her tight throat as her cunt convulsed with an orgasm. She balled her fist up near her hip, the other one on her chin pressing hard. She drew her swinging foot back, curling it about her lower leg, the pressure of her thigh hot against her contracting cunt. The blush on her face became fiery, and she felt very shy, knowing her son could tell she was coming.

Bobby gazed at his mother with interest. He saw her thigh muscles tighten below her skirt, the shudder of her shoulders.

The orgasm had been a bit stronger than the first one, but still not enough. She felt embarrassed because her son knew she came, but that fact also seemed to excite her.

"Did you come, Mom?" Bobby asked bluntly, his eyes sparkling with heat.

For a moment Sharon couldn't reply. Then, in one quick jerk of her head, she let him know she had. She couldn't turn to look at him, though. She stared down at her revealed knee, wishing she wasn't blushing so fiercely.

"Really?" Bobby asked, his voice showing his excitement. "You really came?"

"Yes," Sharon whispered, licking her lips again with her pink wet tongue, still not looking at her son.

"Good, huh?" Bobby said. "Coming sure makes a person feel good, huh, Mom?"

She caught the movement of his hand from the corners of her eyes and saw her son was rubbing his palm along his concealed cock. She couldn't make her eyes pull away. She licked at her lips quickly, then pulled in a deep breath. Her tits lifted beneath her summer sweater, her lungs filling with air. She heard a moan from her son, and felt his eyes on her straining tits. She exhaled, letting them fall slightly, but his eyes remained on her tits.

"Awwww, Mom!" Bobby suddenly gasped, and began to work frantically at his fly. "I just gotta jack off – now!"

Sharon's breath came again in her throat. This was the first open admission that he jacked off, and the first time he was deliberately exposing his cock to her. She caught the flesh of hardness as it came out of his pants, and then Bobby closed his fist about his cock and began to pump vigorously up and down.

Sharon gasped, looking straight at her son, her eyes seeing the swollen head of his cock bulging from his squeezing fist, the tiny piss hole flaring open, wet with seeping juices. Her cunt began to burn, a searing sensation that sent shivers up and down her spine. Her nipples became very hard, feeling as if they would burst inside her bra. She felt the burning on her face, yet she was mesmerized by the sight of her son's cock, by the way he was unashamedly jacking off before her.

"Bobby…" she whimpered.

"I gonna do it, Mom!" he grunted, pumping his fist up and dawn, his mouth hanging open, his eyes moving from her straining tits to her knee. Half her thigh was showing, and this seemed enough to excite her son to this intense hardness. "I just gotta jack off!"

"Bobby…" she said again, her eyes blazing as she watched his fist pounding up and down, the cockhead swelling even more than at first. "You… please… not here."

Bobby paid no attention to his mother. He jerked his fist up and down his hard cock faster and faster, his tongue almost hanging out. Sharon tried once, a feeble try, to move her eyes from his cock. She was blushing furiously, her tits swollen and her cunt painfully tight, her clit pressing past the wet folds of her pussy and onto the nylon cloth of her panties.

Bobby snaked his free hand out to her, and Sharon couldn't stop him as he drew her skirt higher on her thigh. She allowed him to pull her skirt almost to her hip, and then stopped him. She placed her hand on top of his, holding him so he couldn't lift her skirt any higher. An inch more and her panties would be exposed.

She stared openly at her son's cock now, giving in to the overpowering excitement of seeing him jack off. Her cheeks were almost a bright pink, her embarrassment deep, but there was that overwhelming desire to watch him, to see his fist pumping, his thick cock so very hard. The heat between her thighs increased, and she admitted to herself she wanted to see her son come, to see that creamy juice squirt from his prick.

Bobby didn't pull his hand back, but left it there. Sharon felt his fingers rubbing at her thigh, on her naked skin. She shivered, but it certainly wasn't from being chilled. She breathed deeply, her tits lifting and falling before her son's eyes. She knew Bobby could see her interest, and allowing him keep her skirt there, very close to her panties, Sharon realized she was consenting to this – and Bobby knew it.

Bobby turned on the couch, lifting a foot to the cushions, the other still on the floor. Sharon stared directly at him, his cock sending tremors of desire through her. She wanted to uncross her legs, to fling them as wick as she could, and rip her panties away, and scream at her son to shove that beautiful, hard cock into her cunt, to fuck her senseless. She wanted to do that desperately, but she didn't.

Bobby gasped hotly as he jerked on his cock. He kept looking at his mother, but was no longer touching her thigh since he had turned to face her. Sharon wanted to tell her son to lift his balls out, that she wanted to see them, too. She wanted to tell her son to push his pants down, let her see everything… but all she could do was sit there, whimpering softly, and watch him blatantly jacking off.