Kathy Andrews - Hot action with mom

Sharon wiggled and thrust her ass, leaning on the small shelf beneath the phone. She knew her face was showing the ecstasy she felt, but there was nothing she could do about it. If someone saw her being fucked in the phone booth, she didn't care. She was sure there were a few of those women who would happily take her place, even line up for her son's hard cock.

"Ooo, I'm going to come, Bobby!" she squealed, striving to hold the sound of her voice down. "You're abut to make me come! Harder faster!"

She twirled her ass wildly, no longer caring if they were shaking the telephone booth, no longer caring if they were seen. Her eyes misted over as she tried to keep watching the strolling shoppers. Her cunt was grabbing at her son's cock desperately.

She was biting at her lip to hold the sound back, her cunt convulsing in fiery orgasm.

"Now!" she groaned.

Bobby grunted and spewed cock cream into her cunt. Sharon whipped her arching ass about with feverish ecstasy, feeling his come juice spraying the greedy walls of her cunt, the lips of her pussy sucking him dry. She held his cock inside her cunt as Bobby leaned against the wall of the booth, gasping loudly.

"Take it out," she hissed, looking directly into the face of the auburn-haired girl with her cunt almost exposed. A deep burn started on her cheeks, and the girl winked at her.

"Oh, God!" Sharon whimpered. "She saw!" Bobby turned to see the pretty girl swinging her tightly clad, half-revealed ass down the mall, her shining hair bouncing gaily.

"Fuck her," he said, dragging his cock out and zipping up his pants.

Sharon smoothed her skirt down, but there was nothing she could do about the fuck juice dripping out of her cunt, running along her inner thighs. All she could do was hope it stopped at her nylon tops. Sliding the door open, they joined the crowd of shoppers again.

Sharon was flushed, but not with embarrassment. It was the glow of satisfaction, of fucking her son in such a public place, knowing that pretty, exhibitionistic girl had seen them fucking.

"We've got to go," she said, gripping her son's hand hard. "Come juice is running down my legs."

Bobby laughed. "Wanna show me?"

"Fuck you," she whispered, leaning close to him. "Getting fucked in a phone booth is about my limit. No way will I flash my naked pussy in this crowd."

"Why not?" Bobby teased. "There's hardly any men. You won't get raped, Mom."

"I'm not so sure about that," Sharon giggled. "Some of these women don't look particular about who – what – they'd grab, cock or cunt."

They walked swiftly out the huge doors, and into the parking lot. They found the car, but near it were a woman and boy. The woman was squatting down, and the boy had his cock out, pissing. The woman held the boy's cock at the base, as if the boy couldn't hold it, himself.

Sharon gasped, stopping quickly, unable to take her eyes away.

The woman glanced up, then smiled, her eyes twinkling.

"My son couldn't wait," she said. "He has this problem."

Sharon didn't see any problem. The boy looked as if he was enjoying the hold his mother had on his cock, enjoying pissing right there in the parking lot, in full view of anyone passing by.

The boy, she noticed, was almost as old as Bobby, perhaps a year or two younger. The woman glanced at her son's cock, then back at Sharon, and finally let her eyes raked over Bobby, settling at the front of his pants.

"Your son?" the woman asked, her voice husky.

Sharon managed to nod, but her eyes burned on the head of the boy's cock, seeing the golden piss spewing onto the parking lot, the boy's mother holding it at the base. Then Sharon sucked in her breath. The woman wasn't just holding her son's cock; she was moving her thumb and finger slightly, as if jacking him.

A strange feeling came over Sharon, and on a mindless impulse, she jerked the front of her miniskirt up, flashing her cunt.

"Lovely," the squatting woman said, gazing at Sharon's bushy pussy. "You've just been fucked. That's jizz on your legs, isn't it?"

Again Sharon nodded, wondering what was coming over her.

"Your son fucks you?" the woman asked. Sharon blushed, but she nodded her head again.

The boy finished pissing, and Sharon watched his mother fondle his cock a moment, then stuff it into his pants, puffing the zipper. When the woman stood, she was as tall as Sharon, a very lovely slim woman.

"I don't suppose you'd be interested in…" The woman let it trail off, her eyes gazing at the front of Bobby's pants. "He's a lovely boy."

The woman fished into her purse, and handed Sharon a small slip of paper.

"My phone number," the woman said. "In case you'd like to…"

Sharon took the paper. "Maybe," she said, and she climbed into the car as Bobby slid in beside her. She turned and watched the woman holding her son's hand, the lovely sway of her compact ass.

"You want to fuck her?" Sharon asked her son.

"Yeah!" Bobby agreed.

"She has a lovely son," Sharon murmured, starting into a fantasy consisting of herself, the woman, and both boys.

By the time they arrived home, her fantasy had developed into some impossible combination of tangled flesh. She was boiling again, her cunt so juicy, she didn't know if it was her son's come juice or simply her own pussy juices that now dripped along her inner thighs.

Inside the house, she stripped her blouse off quickly, wanting her tits naked and exposed.

"Take your cock out!" she hissed at her son, dropping to her knees before him. "Take that sweet cock out and shove it in my mouth!"

Bobby opened his pants and shoved them to his knees. Sharon pressed her face into his cock and balls, inhaling the exciting odor of her cunt on his prick. She licked at his balls and cock, tasting herself there. She pulled his prick into her mouth, sucking quickly, feeling it swell and harden between her lips. She made hungry, growling sounds as she devoured his cock, her lips darting onto the base, then back to the cockhead, her tongue swirling with wet heat. She sucked feverishly, twisting her face as her son held her head, arching and grinding into her face.

"Your ass!" she moaned, turning him around, shoving her face into the crack of his ass, licking her tongue at his asshole frantically. Her cunt boiled and bubbled, seeping copiously. She smashed her inner thighs together, whimpering with cock-sucking, asshole-licking hunger. As she licked at his asshole, she reached a hand around and clutched his cock, pumping back and forth with a feverish fist. The taste of her cunt on him drove her out of her mind.

"Eat my ass, Mom!" Bobby yelped as her tongue stabbed past the fiery ring. "Eat my fucking asshole!"

"Mmmm, sweet and hot!" she gurgled into her son's ass.

She fucked her tongue in and out a few more times, then turned him toward her again, gobbling his cock into her throat with a wild hunger. The hard cockmeat between her lips sent wild tremors of wanton ecstasy down to her cunt. Despite the many times she had sucked him off before, this seemed the best of all. She knew it was because there was the taste of her cunt on his cock.

As she devoured his throbbing cock, pounding her mouth back and forth, smashing her lips at the base, she closed her eyes and let her earlier fantasy take over again.

The boy was pissing, his mother holding his cock. The woman had her knees apart, and Bobby was beneath her, his cock stuffed into her pussy, fucking vigorously. The woman had her face buried into Sharon's cunt, lapping with fiery hunger. But then Sharon groaned. The image that flared into her mind was strong.

The woman was holding her son's cock, and Sharon was taking the boy's piss into her face.

A loud sob escaped her cock-stuffed mouth, and Bobby began to spurt his creamy come juice down her throat. Sharon cried out in a muffled sound. Her cunt was so tight, she couldn't believe it, and she was coming in mindless waves of liquid heat. She came so intensely, all her senses tuned to her cunt, that she hardly tasted her son's thick jism as his cock filled her mouth.