Kathy Andrews - Hot action with mom

Sharon held his tender young balls in her hand, feeling them as she drove her mouth up and down his prick, sucking with wild abandon. Her hair swirled and fanned about his hips. The taste of her son's cock was amazing, pleasing her more than she would have suspected. She liked the heat of it, the hardness, the throbbing, but best of all, and to her surprise, the taste of those dripping juices as like some precious nectar to her. She had no idea the juices of a cock could taste so delicious.

She released his balls and placed her hands on each side of his squirming hips, bracing herself. She felt her naked tit brush at his thigh as she began to bob her face up and down, fucking herself in the mouth with his extremely hard cock. She loved the way the smooth prickhead brushed at her throat, leaving it wet with juice as she sucked upward, her tongue twisting with wet hunger. She made soft bobbing sounds of erotic rapture, pounding her lips down against the base of his cock in her mouth, and gave no thought to when he would gush his came juice out of his loaded balls. She was so excited to be sucking his cock, with his finger fucking in and out of her cunt, she thought of nothing but the ecstasy she felt.

Sharon had never sucked a cock before, and wasn't sure she was doing it the best way. But she sucked Bobby's cock with enthusiasm, with a greed that made it a very good blow-job. She twisted her lips around his rock-hard cock as she sucked, making wet, gulping sounds. Her eyes opened and closed, steaming with an unfocused glaze in them. She rubbed her ass back and forth on his bed, meeting the inward fuck-thrust of his finger with her cunt. She could feel herself rapidly approaching another orgasm, her cunt burning as if on fire, her clit so very hard.

She was about to come, and the exquisite sensation made her suck all the harder on her son's cock. She bounced her face up and down, devouring the hot cock, her tongue swirling. She had to swallow often, because her mouth filled with the slippery juices dripping from his piss hole. She groaned and jerked her hips back and forth, fucking her son's finger as much as he was finger-fucking her. She wasn't blushing at the moment, but she didn't know that. Bobby looked from her sucking mouth to her cunt, then back again. His finger seemed gripped in a scalding wetness unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. His cock was surrounded with the wet heat of his mother's mouth, her lips pulling as her tongue twisted and licked.

"Mom!" Bobby yelped, his balls tight. "Oh, Mom… I'm gonna… I gotta… Mom!"

Sharon, with her mind spinning with pleasure, felt the first squirt of her son's come juice. She felt it in the harder throb of his cock, then the burning taste of it at the back of her throat. Her cunt erupted powerfully, coming with the hairy cuntlips squeezing his buried finger. Her eyes rolled back, her lips pressing into the tuft of hair at the base of his cock. The jism gushed out of his prick rapidly, drenching her throat. Sharon was squealing about her son's cock, the ecstasy tearing through her, making her body shudder and shake. She knew her son was coming off in her mouth, could feel it burning down her throat. Yet, she couldn't taste his jism very well.

She felt the swollen cockhead jerking in her throat, felt the thick creamy come juice spurting into her stomach. And she was coming with powerful waves of orgasm that seemed to squeeze her son's finger with a tightness her cunt had never achieved before.

She swallowed the final squirt of her son's cock cream, and then, as if understanding what she had done, became flustered and bashful. She held his cock in her mouth as it softened, too embarrassed to lift from it and have her son see her face. She felt him pull his finger out of her cunt, and had to peek.

Bobby was licking at his finger, again.

"Oh, God!" Sharon wailed, jerking her mouth off his cock, turning her face away as she blushed.

She jumped from his bed, running from his room. Her gown clung to her waist, and Bobby saw his mother's rounded, shapely ass, gleaming nakedly as she disappeared. He heard her sobs until they were cut off by the slam of her bedroom door.

When Sharon woke up the next morning, she felt drained emotionally. She lay on her bed as she remembered what she had done the night before with her son… what she had done to her son.

Never had she sucked a cock, never had she felt one inside her mouth, and never had she displayed such wanton behavior.

Kicking the sheets off, she entered the bathroom and bathed. She knew what she wanted to do, but wondered if she had the nerve. The only way to find out was to do it, she told herself. She was tired of being so bashful, so easily embarrassed. It wasn't that everything embarrassed her, or that she was bashful about everything. Only when it came to sex. The mere mention of sex would cause her to become bashful, yet she delighted in talking about it in the most blatant, blunt terms possible. She became very excited when her son used those exciting words, and she knew that when she was highly aroused, they slipped from her, too.

Sharon wanted to be bold, courageous, wear those revealing clothes other women and young girls wore. She wanted to display her body the way they did, but so far she had not found the courage. She knew some people derived a certain erotic pleasure from exposing themselves to others, and she felt she had those same tendencies. They were very strong in her, and she could fantasize about flashing her body, but even then would blush about it.

As she dressed, she ran her tongue over her teeth. She was sure she could still taste her son's cock in her mouth, and she decided not to brush her teeth. She was determined to try and do something about her lack of courage.

She dressed, then peeked in at her son. Bobby was sprawled on his stomach, still sound asleep. The sheet was around his waist, but she saw the rise of his young, tight ass outlined. The sight caused her cunt to twitch, and before she found herself going to him, she clutched her purse in one hand and left the house rapidly.

Her shopping cost over five hundred dollars, but she felt quite pleased about overcoming her bashfulness. She had blushed a few times over some of her purchases, but she fought the urge to run from the stores.

Home again, she spread her purchases out on her bed. Bobby was up and gone from the house, but he seldom went far and never stayed long before he let her know. She had bought herself two miniskirts and one minidress, with matching blouses. She had bought nylons and garter belt, and very high heels. She had bought a dozen new panties, some fishnet, some sheer, all trimmed with white lace. She did not buy bras. She was going to be naked beneath the blouses and sweaters from now on if it killed her. She wanted to feel her nipples rub against the fabric the way other women did, and she was not going to be embarrassed anymore.

Stripping her clothing off, she decided what to wear. She put the garter belt on over a pair of fishnet panties, then slid the sensuous nylons on her thighs, snapping them to the garter belt. She slipped her arms into a satin blouse, leaving the three upper buttons open, the creamy valley of her tits tantalizingly exposed. She slipped into the short miniskirt, a wet-look garment. The hem barely covered her ass, but she wasn't going out in public, not yet. The skirt was as short as the one they had seen in the mall, on the girl who leaned over and showed her ass.

Studying her reflection, Sharon felt so wanton, she could hardly believe it.

She was in the living room when her son came home.

His grin spread when he saw her.

And Sharon blushed.

"You look fantastic, Mom!" he said enthusiastically. "You look really great!"

Pleased, but hating the heat on her face, Sharon stood up for her son to see her. She turned slowly, bashfully hands clasped behind her like a shy little girl being shown off by proud parents. Sharon had a slender, rounded body perfect for the style. Her long legs, so slim and shapely, were displayed to perfection, and her tits strained at the satiny blouse, her nipples in danger of being revealed. Her eyes sought the front of her son's pants when she faced him again.