Kathy Andrews - Hot action with mom

Her reward was the swelling of his cock bulge.

Moving about the house, she felt her son watching her, his eyes on her the way he stared at other women and girls. She felt elated, pleased that he showed this same appreciation for her as he had others. She wondered if other boys and men would look at her in that same hot, hungry manner. She found herself twitching her hips erotically, not even thinking about it. She went out of her way to find things to do about the house, glancing at her son often, finding his eyes on her constantly, a big grin on his young face. She did blush often, something she couldn't stop, but she didn't mind so much as before.

She squatted, facing her son, but with her knees together, dusting the coffee table for the second time. Peeking at her son sitting on the couch, she saw him looking at her knees. His cock was poking out of his open fly, but she didn't remember seeing him unzip his pants. She stared at the cockhead, the smooth cockhead she had taken into her mouth the night before, sucking it, tasting it.

Sharon opened her knees.

Bobby's cock rose up from his open pants, fully exposed in sweet hardness. His eyes gazed between her parted knees, seeing the creamy flesh of her thighs above her nylons, and the fishnet panties that failed to hide her bushy cunt at all.

"Beautiful, Mom!" Bobby grunted, his hands at his sides, his cock sticking up so very hard and jerking slightly. "I can see your cunt real good."

She held her squatting, knee-open position a while longer, then stood up. She grinned at her son, a bashful grin.

She turned and, pretending to see a bit of string on the carpet, leaned over in the same way the girl in the shopping mall had. She heard her son gasp, knowing what he was seeing.

Bobby stared at the backs of his mothers thighs, her creamy flesh looking erotic at the top of her nylons. He saw the cheeks of his mother's ass through the wide spaces of the fishnet panties, even the crack of her ass. Although she was blushing, Sharon gave a wiggle with her ass before she stood up. She looked over her shoulder at her son, her eyes glowing, her face pink.

"How was that, Bobby?" she asked, her voice quivering.

"I saw your fucking ass, Mom!" he grunted, grabbing for his cock.

Sharon's cunt pulsated with heat. "Was it…"

"It was my ass."

Show me again. Let me see your ass again, Mom!"

Sharon leaned over once more, the back of her short miniskirt hiking up over the fishnet panties once more. She felt her son's eyes burning on her ass, and she shivered, causing her ass to wiggle tantalizingly. She held, her obscene pose, and Bobby stared at the crack of her ass, seeing the thick hair of her cunt just below. He pumped up and down on his cock a few times, then stood up.

"Don't move, Mom," he said in a low sound. "Don't move yet."

Sharon had her palms on the floor, bent over with her ass sticking in the air. She felt her son behind her, and she peeked between her legs. Bobby stood close, and then his hands were touching her.

"Bobby, this isn't part of the…" she moaned. "I was only trying to… be like the other girls. You're not supposed to touch me."

But she didn't move.

Bobby ran his hands over the fishnet panties, feeling his mother's ass, down to the satiny smoothness of her flesh and then her nylons. She arched her ass into the air, feeling wicked, and very erotic. She felt the head of his cock brush the back of one thigh, leaving a scalding wetness on her skin.

Despite feeling bashful, Sharon couldn't resist.

"Jack off, Bobby!" she whimpered. "Jack off on me!"

Bobby made a gulping sound and gripped his cock, pounding his fist back and forth, rubbing the dripping piss hole about the back of his mother's creamy thighs. Then he was trying to pull her panties aside, his finger hooked and stretching them.

"No, Bobby!" she cried out. "You can't!"

"Mom, I wanna fuck you!" he insisted. "I gotta fuck you, Mom!"

"No!"

But Sharon didn't move. That is, she didn't straighten up; her ass moved, twisting around. Bobby looked down at the white cheeks of his mother's ass, seeing the thick hair on her pooching cunt. He brought the head of his cock forward, and Sharon cried out as she felt it rub the slit of her fiery, wet cunt.

"Not there!" she cried. "No, Bobby, don't fuck me! I'll suck you off! I'll suck your cock, honey, but you can't fuck me… please, Bobby, don't put your cock in my cunt!"

"I gotta, Mom!" he groaned desperately.

With sobbing heat, the words tumbled from Sharon. Dressing in this revealing way had made her hot, and flashing her son had increased that heat.

"You can't fuck me! Don't put your cock in my pussy, Bobby! No, baby… I'm your mother and you can't fuck mother in the cunt! I'll suck your cock, and give you a blow-job! I'll give you two blow jobs… but you can't fuck me in my cunt!"

And still she remained bent over, her ass up, panties to one side, and Bobby rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down the slippery wetness of her cunt slit, smashing it onto her throbbing clit, then up again, and back down. He pushed forward, and Sharon felt her son's cock part the lips of her cunt. She groaned, shivering as she felt the head of his cock starting to penetrate deeper and deeper.

"No!" she cried out, jerking her ass from him. "You can't fuck me in my cunt!"

Bobby's cock jerked upright, and Sharon gasped when she felt it move into the crack of her ass. Her asshole clenched as the cockhead seemed to push against it.

"Mom, I gotta fuck you!" Bobby groaned, grabbing his mother's hips as she tried to pull forward. "I just gotta get my cock in your cunt!"

Mindlessly, Sharon hissed. "Take your pants down!"

She was leaning over so far, braced with her hands flat on the floor, her legs straight and slightly parted, she could see him. Bobby opened his belt and shoved his pants down quickly to his knees. She stared at his tight balls, his jerking cock. If he had rammed his prick into her cunt then and there, Sharon would not have stopped him.

But the head of his cock was against her asshole.

"Fuck me there!" she cried out in a thick voice. "Don't fuck mother in the cunt… fuck me in the ass!"

Why she said that, even Sharon didn't know. Like sucking her son's cock, she had never been fucked up the ass before. All she knew was she couldn't let her son fuck her in the cunt. Why she still refused after sucking him off, she really didn't know. The only thing she could think about was it seemed so horribly wrong to have her son's cock inside her cunt, fucking her, squirting his come juice into her pussy. Anyplace else didn't seem so wicked, so horrible.

"Please, darling, don't fuck me!" she sobbed, wiggling her ass. "Not in mother's cunt! Fuck me up the ass if you have to fuck me, but don't put your cock in mother's cunt!"

Bobby pulled his prick back, cupping his mother's cunt. He pulled the crotch of her fishnet panties far to one side, feeling the wet heat of her cunt on his palm. He rubbed a few times, then brought his hand to his mouth and licked his palm, tasting the juice of his mother's cunt. Sharon couldn't see what he was doing; all she could see was his cock and balls between her thighs.

"You taste so good, Mom," Bobby said, running his hand back to her cunt, rubbing and dripping his finger into it. He fucked her with his finger, and Sharon twisted her uplifted ass lewdly, mewling softly. Again he pulled his hand to his mouth, licking the wetness from his finger and palm. "You taste so good, I'm gonna kiss your hairy cunt, Mom!"

"Oh, God!" Sharon sobbed. "You can do that, Bobby. But you can't fuck my cunt!"

Bobby dropped down behind his mother's exposed ass. Clutching the crotch of her fishnet panties, holding them far to the side, he buried his face into her cunt, his lips wide open, his tongue darting about the hairy cuntlips. Sharon wailed with sensation, her eyes glazed as she peered between her legs at his cock and balls. Balancing on one hand, she shoved her right one between her legs and grasped her son's cock, pumping it. She waggled her ass into his face when Bobby thrust his tongue up her pussy.