Kathy Andrews: Hot action with mom

Once again she tried to control herself.

"Bobby, not here," she moaned. "Please, go to the bathroom… don't do it in front of me… I can't."

Bobby pumped faster and faster on his cock.

"I'm gonna come, Mom!" he groaned. "I'm gonna come soon!"

"That girl." Sharon whispered in a thick voice. "She did this to you, Bobby. Seeing her lean over, what she showed, excited you too much. Please, honey, not here. Don't do that in front of mother."

Bobby pounded away, the head of his cock bulging tightly, dripping more and more. Sharon flicked her tongue across her lips, her cunt starting to squeeze and suck inward, her clit feeling as if it were going to burst.

Bobby lifted his ass, arching his hips upward, his fist flying rapidly with short, jerking strokes.

He was about to come now, Sharon thought frantically, her eyes glazed as they fixed upon the flare of his piss hole.

She watched raptly, breathing in hot panting sounds.

Bobby started grunting, his hips shaking.

"Ohhhhh!" he groaned.

Come juice squirted from his cock, arcing up and then, downward. It landed on Sharon's thigh. She felt as if she had been burned there, as though his come juice would raise a blister on her unblemished thigh flesh. She gasped as he kept gushing thick spurts of come juice. Two more splashed onto her thigh, the rest of his jism spattering the couch between them.

It seemed a long time as Bobby gasped, still clinging to his cock. Sharon wasn't breathing normally, and I her eyes seemed riveted to her son's prick. She felt his come juice on her thigh.

She was very close to spasms again, refused to explode. It was driving her crazy. She wanted to come, badly, and she couldn't.

After a while longer, Bobby stood up, his cock dangling from his open pants, a silver string of jizz dangling from the head of his cock. She watched him walk toward the hallway, his cock hanging boldly out. He glanced back at his mother just before he disappeared down the hall.

Sharon sat stiffly, trembling. She stared at her thigh, seeing his come jucie glistening on her flesh, then at the small puddle of it on the cushions of the couch. The threatening orgasm seemed to keep building in the pit of her stomach, her cunt starting to contract as her clit throbbed.

She moved her finger into the puddle of cock cream on the couch, wiping through it. Then she used her palm to smear her son's jism into her thigh flesh. It was hot and slippery.

Then, with a groan, Sharon came.

The orgasm was so powerful, it doubled her over.

Bobby came back into the room.

His cock was in his pants and they had been zipped up. Sharon had recovered by then, and her hand trembled as she shoved her skirt don, pulling it to her knee.

She blushed fiercely, and couldn't look into her son's face.

Yet, in her mind, Sharon was going wild with erotic images, thoughts.

The heat in her body had not cooled, and her cunt, despite the tremendous orgasm, continued to bubble wetly.

She was glad her son didn't say anything. If he had mentioned what happened, Sharon felt she would shrivel up and fade away with embarrassment. Yet her very embarrassment was exciting. Being embarrassed could almost make her feel as if she had not been a willing partner.

Bobby picked up his science-fiction novel and began reading again, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Sharon couldn't understand this attitude. She sat there so excited she could hardly keep still, intensely aroused – and her son could calmly curl up and start reading his book. Surely her excitement was being transmitted to him. Bobby seemed to have a nose for hot pussy. He seemed able to pick out a girl in crowds, and invariably he would be right, because the girl or woman would soon reveal a flash of thigh, or something. If he could detect such things, she didn't understand why he couldn't detect she sat there with a boiling cunt.

The thoughts in her mind startled her.

What did she want her son to do? Grab her and rape her?

Bobby wouldn't do anything unless she gave him some indication of what she wanted, of her willingness, she knew. Sure, he might sit there and jack off, but that wasn't the same as pulling her panties off and shoving his cock up her cunt, fucking her deliciously.

"How many times today?" she heard herself asking, her voice strange and low.

Bobby didn't answer, but lifted his hand with two fingers up.

Twice today, she thought. He'd jacked off two times today, and he said he does it three and four times. That means…

"Are you ready to do it again, honey?" she asked, hardly recognizing her own voice.

Bobby placed his book down on the table at the end of the couch and looked at his mother.

"You wanna see me do it again, Mom?" Despite the blush on her beautiful face, Sharon nodded her head.

"You really wanna see me jack off again, Mom?" he asked excitedly. "You're not teasing me, are you?"

"Please," she whispered. "Can you do it again… now?"

For a reply, Bobby opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Sharon stared hotly. His cock was soft, and still beautiful to her. She watched as her son boldly pulled, stretching his cock by holding it at the head of his fingers. Again her blue eyes became fiery with hunger, and she licked at her lips. His cock slowly grew, getting longer and harder. She gasped with excitement as he finally wrapped his fist about his prick and began to pump up and down. This time Bobby didn't jack fast, but slowly, twisting his fist slightly.

It was the most beautiful sight Sharon had ever seen.

Bobby stared at his mother, then lowered his eyes to her knees meaningfully. Sharon knew what he wanted, but couldn't do it. She squeezed her inner thighs hard against her swollen cunt, her eyes burning on the head of his cock. Bobby slipped his shoes off, and began to work his mother's skirt up past her thigh with his toes. He was turned toward her in the same position as before. Sharon didn't protest as he pulled her skirt in to her hip with his toes. She glanced down, and saw the crotch of her panties. Now he could seethe edge of his mother's panties.

He grinned at her, a very lewd grin, his fist working on his cock. Sharon allowed her son to hold her skirt up past her hip, letting him gaze at her crotch, his fist moving. She felt as before, mesmerized by the sight of his swollen cock. Her cunt throbbed with wet heat, her clit again pressing at the nylon fabric. Her ass began to move slightly, writhing on the cushions of the couch, a soft moan bubbling from her constricted throat.

Bobby turned loose of his cock and stretched his hand toward her.

Sharon's breath caught in her throat when he cupped her knee, pulling at it. She felt weak, unable to protest, her eyes staring at his upstanding cock. When her son pulled her knee from the other, she trembled, wondering if he was going to feel her up. If that was his intention, Sharon knew she would be unable to stop him. She knew she didn't want to stop him.

But Bobby pulled at her knee, parting her legs. He leaned forward and saw the crotch of his mother's panties. He stared at her panties a long moment, his cock jerking back and forth. Sharon blushed with embarrassment, but now with shame. Then he looked up at her face. She saw the wild heat in his young eyes, felt his hand still on her knee.

"What… what are you going to…"

"Open up, Mom," he said in a husky voice. He pulled at her knee, and brought it to the couch. She was wide open to his young eyes, and felt as if this would make her come instantly. She had not even sat so blatantly displayed before her husband. She felt lewd and embarrassed and very, very aroused.

She was so weak, her son could position her any way he wanted. He drew her knee up, pressing it at the back of the couch, making sure the other foot remained on the floor. The wide expanse of her crotch was exposed, and the only thing concealing her cunt was that thin, stretched band of wet nylon.