Kathy Andrews - Coming mother

From inside the cabin, Jay was watching his mother through a window screen, his cock in his hand. He squeezed and pumped his prick, eyes staring at the exciting movements of her ass and thighs. He knew what his mother was doing, and it sent shivers of pleasure through him. When he first began to jack off a few weeks before, squirting his young cum juice with force, he had started looking at girls with intense desire, wishing he had one to shove his cock into.

Shellie, not knowing her son was watching her, smashed her throbbing clit into the mat, giving a soft cry of delight as she came. When her ass became still, Jay pounded on his cock in a frenzy, not knowing that his mother, now that her excitement was cooling, could hear his gasping breathing. Shellie knew then that her son had been watching her, and that he was inside the cabin, jerking off wildly.

She wiggled her ass for his pleasure, opening her thighs so he could see the bulge of her cunt inside the tight band of her bikini bottoms. At the same time she lifted up, looking out over the river. One of her tits showed now, and she listened to her son's quick intake of excited breathing.

She shivered in pleasure as she listened to Jay's soft grunt as he came, and then lowered herself back onto the mat, crushing her tit beneath her, but leaving her long legs open.

Later, almost asleep, she heard the door of the cabin open, and peeked.

Jay came out and walked to the side of the deck. She watched him lift the side of his swim trunks and pull his cock out. Arching his hips forward, he sent a long stream of piss into the river. Shellie knew her son thought she was asleep, and the knowledge that he would pull his cock out with her there and take a piss sent a shudder of pleasure through her. Although she could not see much of his cock, seeing him piss created a heat inside her cunt that almost caused her to come again.

Still later, after dark, she prepared a light dinner. Since she still wore her bikini, she felt her son watching her as she moved about the small kitchen. She couldn't resist, and, humming softly, did a few dance steps that made her tight ass moving suggestively.

Since being on the houseboat, she had allowed her son to climb into the top bunk before she entered, and had undressed and pulled her nightgown on in the kitchen or living area. This was accomplished in the same way tonight, but Shellie wanted to be with her son badly now.

When her son called out that he was in bed, Shellie pulled her bikini off and slipped a gown over her naked body. She switched the lights off, then climbed into the queen-sized bed beneath her son's bunk.

Almost immediately, she heard his sheets rustling. As she listened, she found a rhythm to the sounds.

Knowing her son was jacking off again, Shellie felt her cunt throb and become wet, her clit bulging out. She slipped her gown to her waist and, feeling wanton, pushed her sheets to her feet. If her son looked over the edge of his bunk, he would see her in the dim light. Shellie stroked her long clit with two fingers, listening to her son jerking at his cock. She squeezed her inflamed clit between her thumb and forefinger, and then started working on it with short jerks.

"Oh, fuck it!" Shellie suddenly gasped.

The rustling above her stopped.

"What did you say, Mom?"

For a moment, Shellie couldn't believe she had said that.

Then she giggled, a throaty, lewd sound.

"I said, fuck it!"

"Mom!"

"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," she hissed, smashing her clit hard. "I know what you're doing up there, Jay. I can hear what you're doing, you did it near the window, and you're doing it again!"

Silence greeted her words.

"Jay, you're jacking off!" she said. "I know you're playing with your cock, and I know you played with it earlier, looking at me."

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Jay asked, his voice quivering with part fear, part excitement. "I'm not doing anything like that!"

"Bullshit!" Shellie snorted, jumping to her knees and then to her feet.

She looked over the edge of her son's bunk, but Jay had pulled the sheets to his neck when he heard his mother. At the side of his bunk was a small window, and the full moon seemed to cast a silvery light right across his crotch. His cock stood up, tenting the sheet.

With a quick dart of her hand, Shellie pulled the sheet from her son's body and saw his cock sticking through the fly of his shorts. She gasped as she stared at it.

Jay grabbed for the sheet with a surprised gasp, but his mother tore it from his hands.

"Look at you," she said, her voice husky. "Lying up here above me, jacking that cock off! And me… and me…"

Her hand shot out and closed about her son's cock. Jay gasped as his mother squeezed his cock hard. He lay stiff and unmoving, not certain what he was supposed to do. What his mother said was true, but he didn't know how she knew. He wasn't afraid; he was just startled by the sudden grab his mother had made on his cock.

Shellie felt the heat of her son's cock searing her fist, felt the throbbing of it. She held his cock as tight as she could, making moaning sounds, staring at his bulging cockhead in the shaft of moonlight.

"Oh, God!" she whimpered with excitement.

Her fist moved, slowly upward. Then downward, still slowly. Up… down.

"Mom, do you know what you're doing?" Jay gasped.

"Yes, damn you," she groaned. "I know perfectly well what I'm doing. I'm jacking your Goddamn cock, that's what I'm doing!"

Jay gritted his teeth. His mother's fist wasn't moving very fast on his cock, but it was going up and down. The sensations were overwhelming him, and he struggled to remain as still as he could, not knowing if he should move or not.

Shellie pumped her son's cock as she stood on her bed, her pointing tits smashing at the edge of the overhead bunk. Her eyes were big and round, glassy with increasing desire. The head of her son's cock bulged out hotly, her fingers squeezing his prick very hard. Then she moved her hand downward, and cupped his balls through his shorts. She pressed at them, squeezing them, and Jay groaned softly with delight. With a low cry she released his balls and grasped his cock again.

"Ohhhh, Jay!" she whimpered, racing her fist up and down this time, holding his cock tightly.

"Mom!"

"Come here," she said, pulling at his cock. "Jay, climb down to my bed."

As her son swung his legs over the bunk, Shellie kept a tight grip on his cock as if afraid it would disappear. With her holding his cock, Jay couldn't drop down to her bed. Shellie brushed her cheek over this thighs as she stared at the hard-on. Then, before her son knew what she was going to do, Shellie darted her face to his prick and kissed the head. It was a quick kiss, right on his piss hole, but it was long enough for Shellie to feel his moistness, long enough to make her lips tingle, and her clit to lurch.

"Now, climb down, baby," she said in a very low, throaty, voice, turning his cock loose.

Jay lay on his mother's bed, flat on his back.

There was no moonlight here, and Shellie clicked on the small reading light on the bulkhead.

"I want to see," she whispered.

Jay gazed at his mother. He didn't feel shy, or embarrassed. He felt an intense excitement, his cock standing out of the fly of his shorts, very hard. He was proud of his hard-on, pleased that his mother found it fascinating.

He looked at her. Her silk gown clung to her slender body, outlining it. The top strained over her pointing tits, the lace exposing the creamy swells. He saw the shape of his mother's thighs, the way her nipples pressed at the tip. His cock jerked back and forth as he looked at her.

Shellie sat near his thighs, staring at her son's cock with smoldering eyes. She was pleased with the size, the long shaft and rounded head. She ran a hand up her son's thigh, toying with his balls.