Kathy Andrews - A mother without panties

Virginity did not lower the temperature of her body, however. She had been dreaming of the day she could allow herself to let go, to be free, to enjoy the many erotic hungers she had yearned for. Her husband had been amazed, but very pleased, with her total abandonment in bed.

Karen was inventive and eager to try everything with their bodies, and in the beginning, so was he. They fucked in every room, in every position imaginable, and Karen never tired of the feel of his cock inside her mouth, the hot hardness making her lips burn, and she would gulp down his come juice with a passion that pleased him very much. It was Karen that came up with the idea of taking his cock into her asshole, and once had been fucked there, it became a welcome addition to their erotic ecstasies.

Now her husband was always too busy to enjoy what they had in the earlier years of their marriage. He was always tired, always sleeping when he wasn't in the office. Karen felt lucky if she got fucked once a month. Most times she had to gratify her boiling hungers with her fingers, but her orgasms were not at all satisfying. She had considered cheating on Hal, finding a man that would appreciate her steaming body. But cheating on her husband was not in her makeup. She simply could not do it.

She often wondered if her son and daughter were anything like her at that age. Robbie, nineteen, certainly was at the age where he should be noticing all the pretty girls. And Judy was about the age she had been when she saw her father jacking off on the porch.

Pulling her son's shorts from her panties, she pressed the moist crotch to her lips and kissed them, the scent of her cunt now on it along with the scent of his balls. She licked the wetness, twisting her ass on the bed, her dress riding up her long, slim thighs.

As she pushed the wet crotch of Robbie's shorts into her mouth, sucking in pleasure, she moved her hand into her panties and began to slowly agitate her inflamed clit. Moaning with her son's shorts stuffed into her mouth, she arched her hips up, her legs spread wide, thrusting a middle finger into her cunt and making juicy sounds. She was thrashing about and whimpering so much that she did not hear the bedroom door open.

She did, though, hear the startled gasp.

Her son stood there in the doorway, his eyes wide, mouth gaping. He was staring up between his mother's spread thighs, watching her panties stretch as her finger plunged in and out of her cunt.

For a long, breathless moment, both were frozen in position. Robbie was in the doorway, his teenaged eyes wide and, although surprised to see what his mother was doing, fascinated. Karen, with her knees drawn up, her feet wide, her crotch arched high, his shorts in her mouth, was almost senseless with hunger.

A shudder went through her body. With a cry, she began to stab her finger frantically into her cunt as her son stood staring. She lifted her ass high, twisting it, moaning past his shorts, her eyes burning on the front of his pants. Her fist inside her panties stretched the nylon crotch, exposing the soft hairs along the puffy slit. The wet sounds came, faster as Karen began to approach orgasm, her hips twirling.

"Ahhhhhh!" she squealed as her cunt grabbed her buried finger in orgasm.

She pressed her finger deep, her knuckles smashing the soft lips of her pussy. She trembled hard as she came, her eyes closing.

When she opened her eyes again, her son was gone.

Removing his shorts from her mouth, she sat up, still weak from one of the strongest orgasms she had experienced in a long time. She adjusted her panties over her cunt and smoothed her dress down, wondering why she had continued finger-fucking herself with her son watching. A lewd giggle burst from her as she felt history repeating itself, only now it was she and her son, not she and her father.

She tried to recall the expression on her son's face, but couldn't. She did not know if it had been shock, surprise, delight. She did, however, recall his cock bulging in his pants as he watched her. She wondered if Robbie had become excited enough to be in his room, pumping his cock now.

He was supposed to be at football practice, not home. He was not due home for another couple of hours. Judy would not be home until dinner time. She was alone in the house with her son, and he had caught her with her finger up her cunt, and he had to be in his room now, pounding on his cock. A boy his age, seeing what he had seen, had to be excited.

With a feeling of excitement and a little apprehension, she walked to his room and found his door open. She stood there and looked in at her son. He had his pants off, wearing only his T-shirt, and his cock was hard. It was very, very hard, sticking up from the curly bush of dark hairs. His head was on his pillow, but he was not touching himself.

"Robbie…" she said, her voice shaking, her eyes devouring her son's throbbing cock.

"You do it for me, Mom," he said, his voice husky.

Karen began to tremble, moving into his room on shaking legs, her eyes burning on his cock. She stopped at the side of his bed, looking down at him, her eyes moist with heat.

Karen leaned over and closed her fist about her son's cock, squeezing it, watching the smooth head bulge, his piss hole flare and drip. She pulled upward on his cock, making her son moan in pleasure. With a little gasp, Karen began to jack his cock, her fist moving up and down swiftly, from the base to the swollen head. She made hot, hissing sounds as she stroked him. Robbie lifted his hips from the bed, pushing his cock into his mother's hot, tight fist, fucking up and down.

She felt her son's hand move along her arm, then under it. Her breath caught as he cupped her covered tit, feeling it, squeezing it. She began to pant heavily as she jacked his cock, her tits swelling into his hands. Her fist pounded furiously, her pussy swelling and vibrating inside her panties. Her son's cock dripped heavily, his juices making the shaft of his cock very slippery for her fist. She did not say anything when he released her tit and pushed his hand down her side, over her hip, to fondle the cheeks of her ass. She just kept jerking on his hard cock, her eyes glassy, her breath hot and gasping.

She felt his hand slide down the back of her skirt, then up under it. His hand on the back of her thighs sent a ripple of heat through her, and she could not resist a wiggle of her ass. When his palm cupped her pantied ass, she hoped he would slide his fingers between her thighs, but instead he squeezed her ass tightly, arching her hips high into the air.

Robbie came.

A moan bubbled from his mouth as come juice spurted high into the air, splashing back down onto his stomach, coating his mother's pumping hand and lower arm. Karen whimpered and pulled hard-on his cock, watching beads of creamy come juice drip over her fingers.

As his cock softened, she pulled her hand from it, and started to lean down to kiss him, when he pulled his hand from her ass and skirt. She stepped back, looking at him, wiping her hand on her skirt. Robbie picked up his jeans and slipped into them, avoiding her face as if he were ashamed. She stood in his room and watched him leave.

Karen felt no guilt about what she had done with her son. She felt good about it, and wanted Robbie to feel good about it, too. But the way he had avoided looking at her, she had no idea what he felt.

She spent the rest of the afternoon thinking, wondering, hoping. She had put his shorts in the laundry hamper and bathed and changed her own clothing. She now wore shorts, tight and revealing, with a white T-shirt, her tits naked under it. The dark circles of her nipples showed, the hard tips pressing at the stretching fabric. Her cunt was outlined by the tight crotch, and the bottom swells of her shapely ass showed.