Kathy Andrews - A mother without panties

She felt no disappointment this time when Hal, her husband, called to let her know he would not be home until very late. When he had to work late, she usually hated it, but not now. Karen was anxiously thinking of fucking her son, if he was agreeable. If he was not ashamed of what she had done for him. If he was not afraid of her.

Judy came home, sweaty from playing with her friend.

Karen hugged her exquisitely pretty daughter, then slapped her tight little ass affectionately telling her she had to take a bath before dinner. Judy skipped off happily, already puffing her shirt off. Karen noticed the tiny roundness of her daughter's burgeoning tits, hardly more than two pink nipples.

Her son came home just as she finished cooking, and went immediately to the shower. Setting the table, Karen visualized her son under the spray, soaping his cock and balls, and felt her cunt responding.

There was little talk as they ate, with Judy chattering away about her day, Karen listening with one ear, sneaking peeks at her son. She was pleased to notice he was glancing at her straining tits often, but when she looked at him, he quickly turned away.

Karen could hardly wait for bedtime. If not for her daughter, Karen would have initiated her son then and there, on the floor, the couch, a chair. Fuck him she would have, not wanting to wait another second.

As she waited for her daughter to go to bed, Karen lay on the couch on her stomach. She positioned herself this way so her son could see the swell of her ass and her long thighs.

In the middle of the floor, Judy was sprawled on her stomach, reading a book, her feet lifted into the air, waving slowly, now and then parting and coming together again. She had her baby doll gown on, and the bottom was hiked over the pink tightness of her panties. A day earlier, Karen would have mentioned her daughter's high gown, but not now.

Robbie was sitting in the lounge chair, the foot rest up, pretending to read his father's newspaper, but Karen was not fooled. Robbie had no interest in the newspaper. He was using it as a cover-up to peek at his sister's bunching little ass and satiny thighs.

Robbie did not look only at his sister, but sneaked looks at his mother's curvy ass, too. His cock was throbbing inside his pants, but he kept it hidden with the paper. What his mother didn't know was he had not been ashamed of her jacking him off. He wanted her to do it again, finding it much more fun than doing it for himself. He was trying to think of some way to have his mother do it again for him, but every idea he came up with was far-fetched.

After a while, Judy sat up and rubbed at her eyes, sleepily.

"I gotta go to bed," she announced, standing up and stretching her exquisite body, her sweet tight ass pushing out. She kissed her mother's cheek, gave her brother a little wave with her hand, and went off to bed.

For a little longer, Karen remained on the couch, and when she saw her son looking directly at her, she opened her legs, closed them, opened them again, leaving them parted this time. Robbie gazed between them, seeing the tightness of her shorts over her cunt, a few hairs straying from the band, the way they molded her shapely ass. His cock felt like it was about to push from his pants.

Karen lifted her ass, then pushed it down, lifted it again, and started squirming her cunt at the cushions, her ass flexing. As she wiggled and twisted, she looked into her son's eyes, seeing the desire hot in them. The paper fell from his hands, and she saw his cock bulging.

"Mom…" he said thickly.

"Yes, Robbie?" she purred, twisting her ass with obvious meaning. "What is it, baby?"

"Ahhh, Mom…"

Karen twisted and sat up, swinging her long legs over the couch, looking at him. She slowly parted her knees and stroked her hands up the satiny insides of her thighs, licking her lips suggestively. Robbie gasped when she pulled her hands into the crotch of her tight shorts, her fingers spreading over the cloth. She sat up straight, pushing her tits against the T-shirt, her nipples straining.

Karen slowly stood up, running her hands up and down her sides, over her hips, then her ass, back to her stomach again! Her eyes blazed at the bulge in her son's pants, and she moved her hands up to cup her tits, squeezing them. She pushed her hands downward and slipped them under her tight T-shirt.

Robbie made gasping sounds as he watched. Karen pushed her hands upward, the T-shirt climbing. She covered her tits with her palms as she gazed hungrily at his concealed hard-on. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the T-shirt above her tits, showing them to her son. Her tits were rounded, firm, spaced widely, light brown nipples jutting upward stiffly.

With a quick motion, Karen pulled the T-shirt over her head, standing before her son naked from the waist up. Robbie sucked in his breath, his eyes wide open. His hand pressed against his cock, moaning softly as he looked at his mother.

Karen tugged at the zipper in the back of her shorts, bringing it down, then slowly pushed her shorts down, wiggling her ass because they were so tight. She was not wearing panties, and when the thick patch of curly pussy hair became exposed, Robbie moaned loudly, smashing his palm hard-on his cock, his balls on fire.

"Don't do it, Robbie," Karen whispered. "Not in your pants."

Naked, she moved toward him, her hips swaying. Robbie was mesmerized by his naked mother. His lips were parted and he breathed heavily. Karen stood at his side, and began to work on his pants. She opened his fly while he sat there trembling. She ran her hand into her son's pants, and pulled his cock out.

"Oh, look at it!" she gasped. "It's so hard, Robbie!"

He lay back in the lounge chair, his cock out of his pants, standing up with jerking hardness. Karen thought he looked even more desirable this way than he had on his bed with his pants at his ankles.

She stood and looked at him, spreading her feet and pushing her hips forward, her fingers framing her pussy. She spread the silky hair of her cunt, showing the wet, pink slit to her son's hungry eyes, then she opened her cunt with her fingers, her clit pushing forward in throbbing hardness.

"Feel me, baby," she whispered. "Feel mother up!"

Robbie couldn't move. He stared at her open cunt, shaking but unable to move his hand toward her.

Karen picked up his hand.

"Feel me!" she hissed hotly, curling his fingers about her cunt. "Feel mother's pussy, baby!" With her hand on top of his between her thighs, she twisted her hips, "Oooooh, can you feel how hot and wet mother's pussy is, Robbie?"

All he could do was make a noisy swallowing sound as he look at and felt her cunt. His balls seemed swollen inside his pants, aching with a dull throb, so full he could hardly stand it. When his mother pulled her hand off his, he rubbed at her cunt of his own volition, feeling her juices dripping into his palm. Karen, panting with excitement, gripped his cock and pumped it, making her son groan. She let out a soft squeal when she felt her son slip a finger into her cunt, and she bent her knees, half crouching.

The stabbing friction of her son's finger sent her ass into a shivering dance, her fist pumping almost furiously on his throbbing cock.

"Oooooh!" she suddenly gasped, an instant orgasm rippling around her son's penetrating finger. "Oooohhhh… oooooh!"

Her cunt squeezed his finger a number of times, then stopped.

"Robbie… Robbie, baby," she moaned, swinging a leg up and over her son, climbing across his lap. "Mother wants it! Mother needs it, darling! I've got to have it… have it inside me… deep inside me!"

Sitting on his upper thighs, her knees around his hips, Karen grasped her son's cock with both hands, pumping frantically. Robbie moaned, his eyes jerking from her shapely tits to her hairy crotch to her hands on his cock. With a soft yelp, placed his hands on his mother's thighs, near her hips, and began to pull her cunt forward.