Kathy Andrews: Hot action with mom

She didn't want to cover herself.

Soon, he walked off, leaving there.

Sharon remained where she was for five, or ten minutes, trying to understand why she had done this with her son. After a while she gave up, and got to her feet. Her panties were still stuffed into her cunt, and her inner thighs were slick. She felt her skirt stick to her stomach with her son's come juice.

She entered the bathroom and undressed, letting the tub fill with hot water. She looked at herself in the mirror above the sink, trying to see if there was any change in her appearance. She had searched herself for any, change after being fucked that first time, and as then, she saw no change now.

Sinking into the water, she tried to remember when the last time was she had fingered her clit. It had was so long ago. She leaned back on the rim of the tub, looking at the way her tits strained up, tight and firm. She ran her hands down her body and through the lush hair of her cunt. Her hips jerked as she touched her pussy and realized her cunt was still very sensitive. The orgasms had been delicious, especially the last one when her son shot his come juice on the lips of her pussy.

Even now, out of her sons sight, she was blushing.

Experimentally, she found herself beneath the water, feeling along the lips of her cunt, then the slit. She relived what happened on the couch, and knew it was somewhat similar to a couple of young, horny teenagers who couldn't wait, yet were afraid to fuck.

Working a finger into her cunt, she found it moist and hot. She poked her finger back and forth slowly, trying to remember the feeling of a hard, throbbing cock fucking her. It had been so long the feeling was only a vague memory.

Lifting her hips from the water, she spread her lop and fucked her finger in and out, then pulled the lips of her cunt open, smashing them together and mewling softly. Her clit swelled and she stroked along the edges of it. She cupped and squeezed her tits, then twisted and pulled on her nipples. They were very sensitive. She kept twisting her nipples and rubbing at her cunt, dipping a finger often into the wet depths.

Then, sticking her finger out rigidly, she began to finger-fuck herself faster and faster, her hips grinding.

"Oooooo," she moaned as she came.

But it was not as good as coming with her son.

As Sharon prepared for bed, she suddenly stood still.

Three times.

Bobby had said he often jacked off four times a day. Four times, and he had jacked off three times only that she knew of today.

She was standing naked, with her gown on her arms, ready to pull it over her head when she realized what her son had said. She paused with her gown almost to her head, wondering if he was jacking off in his room. That would make four times, she thought.

Her cunt began to tingle as she stood, her nipples lifting into hardness. But he had no reason to jack off in privacy, not now. He had shown his enjoyment of doing it in front of her, coming on her that way. He had loved watching her touching her cunt in lewdness, showing it off to him.

She pulled the gown on and smoothed it over her tits and hips. The gown was floor length, made of a satin material. It clung to her body, molding and outlining her tits, waist, hips and thighs. Her nipples were dark circles against it, and her mirror told her the dark hair of her cunt was an enticing shadow.

Leaving her room, she walked rapidly to Bobby's room.

He was in bed, propped up on his pillows, reading his science-fiction novel. Her eyes moved instantly to where his cock would be, but saw nothing tenting the blankets.

"Something wrong, Mom?" Bobby asked when he saw his mother in the doorway.

"No," she smiled, feeling herself starting to blush again as she entered his room. She sat on the edge of his bed, resting a hand on his knee beneath the blanket. "I just wondered if you were up, that's all."

He put his book down, crossing his hands behind his head, looking at her. He had never seen his mother in her nightgown before. He saw the nipples of her tits poking against the thin gown, the darkness that showed through.

"Bobby, you'd…" She lowered her eyes as she blushed. "You said you can do it four times."

"I can, Mom," he replied. "I've jerked off four times in one day plenty of times, and I bet I could do it five or six, if I wanted."

Sharon was hardly breathing, his words exciting her. She stared down at her hand resting on his knee. Her face was very warm.

"The girl…" she began softly. "The one at the mall. You wish you could… have her with you, don't you, baby?"

Bobby replied softly: "Yes."

"What would you like to do with her, Bobby?"

"Fuck her!" Bobby said, quite loudly, grinning.

Sharon's cunt almost exploded. She felt it burn and begin to grow very wet. She could not stop the slow clenching of her ass cheeks nor the subtle writhing of her ass on the edge of his bed. She moved her eyes to where his cock would be, and a soft gasp came from her. Bobby's cock was starting to show, lifting under the blanket.

"Would you, really?" she asked, her voice whispery. The pink was moving down to her neck, warming her tits.

"You bet, Mom!" Bobby said. "I'd take those panties off her and fuck her cunt good!"

"Ohhhhh!" Sharon moaned, unable to stop the sound. It came out with a very delicious lurching of her cunt, her clit. "Tell me how you'd do it to her."

She moved her hand off his knee, sliding it up onto his thigh, her eyes watching the blanket slowly lifting.

"I'd take her panties off, Mom," Bobby said, his eyes glittering. "I'd pull her panties off her ass and then her feet. Then I'd put her on her back and open her legs and look at her cunt. I'd have a real big hard-on, and then I'd stick my cock in her pussy and fuck her until I came!"

"Oh, God!" Sharon whimpered, her eyes half closed with increasing pleasure.

She felt her cunt dripping, making the back of her gown moist. She pressed her thighs together, and felt the pressure upon her cunt. She began pulling the blanket down from his waist, slowly, her body trembling, eyes hot. But her embarassment was evident on her lovely face.

"And then what, honey?" she urged in a low sound.

"I'd put her hand on my cock and make her get it hard again," Bobby said. "Then I'd fuck her – again. I'd fuck her two, three, maybe four times, Mom."

"Wouldn't you play with her… tits?" Sharon asked, hardly believing this conversation with her son. Saying the word tit embarrassed her, even. She had the blanket almost to his cock, and paused there, almost afraid to reveal that hardness, not trusting herself.

"I sure would, Mom!" Bobby said, excited by what was happening. "I'd take her tits out and feel them, maybe put one in my mouth. I'd make her jack on my cock while I had her tit in my mouth, then I'd feel her up and play with her pussy, and then I'd fuck her up the cunt again!"

Bobby shoved the blanket down past his hips himself, and his cock and balls worked like a magnet on Sharon's eyes. She stared at her son's naked body, seeing his lovely balls again, his upstanding cock, that tiny tuft of wiry hair at the base. The cockhead was smooth, very smooth, but he wasn't dripping yet. Her palm itched with the desire to touch his prick, to feel it, stroke him and jack up and down. She restrained herself, feeling like a bashful little girl about to be felt up by her boyfriend and not knowing if she would let him or not.

Bobby wrapped his hand about his cock as she stared and squeezed it hard. Sharon gasped as the cockhead bulged bigger, his piss hole opening.

"I'd put this cock right in her pussy, Mom," Bobby said, his young voice husky. "I'd put this hard cock right in her cunt and fuck her real good, too! I'd fuck her and make her come, that's what I'd do with my cock, Mom!"