Kathy Andrews - Making Mom Suck

She opened the top button, pausing.

"Take them out! Come on, Mother… take your tits out and let me see them!"

Her fingers shook with excitement as she went down the row of buttons, opening each in turn. It seemed to her that those firm tits were tighter, more swollen, her nipples ready to burst. Her blouse was open now, open all the way to her skirt where it tucked into the waist. She was not wearing a bra.

The car was moving a bare twenty-five miles an hour now. But that didn't matter. There was not another car in sight on the desert highway.

"Take your tits out," Johnny said again, his eyes on the expanse of creamy flesh between those shapely mounds.

Judy glanced at him, her eyes lowering to his crotch slowly and hotly, letting her son know she was excited, as excited as he was. She pulled her open blouse to one side and a beautiful, creamy, shapely tit came into view. Her nipple, light-brown, stood tilted in hardness. Judy's cunt almost exploded with pleasure and she wiggled her ass into the seat of the car again.

She shoved the other side of her blouse away and both succulent tits were revealed to her son's blazing, hungry eyes. She saw the bulge in his pants, a wanton smile going over her face as she licked her lips.

"Like this?" she whispered throatily.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah, Mother!"

She drove that way for a while, her tits free, her son staring at them. She saw him tremble with desire.

"Would you take… Mother, would you take your blouse off for me?"

That wasn't what she wanted. Judy did not want to be asked when it came sex, she wanted to be told! But right now, she knew her son needed some help. She would help him until he became used to telling her what he wanted in sex, forcing her to his desires – and her own.

Driving with one hand, she shoved her blouse from her shoulders. The heat of the sun burned onto her flesh despite the air conditioning in the car. The blouse settled at her waist, her tits arching out in beautiful, springy mounds of creamy flesh, the light-brown nipples tilted upward, rubbery in hardness. Naked to the waist, she smiled at her son, a smile of abandonment, of wanton desire, her eyes smoldering with the juicy heat that boiled in her cunt.

"Better?" she whispered huskily.

"Oh, Mother! They're nice… beautiful!"

She knew, without being told, that the only naked tits Johnny had ever seen were in magazines. His eyes were melting with heat, and the bulge in his pants was very pronounced. She could see the outlines of his cock, even the swollen head. Her hand itched to take it, to feel it, to squeeze that sweet, precious hardness. From where she sat behind the wheel, seeing that thick outline, Johnny's cock was priceless to her.

Judy's cunt had gone through a couple of orgasms by this time, just from having her son stare at her shapely tits. She could not resist wiggling her ass against the seat in an obvious manner. She dropped her hand to her thigh, watching the shimmering highway with erotically fogged eyes. Heat waves came from the road, heat that seemed to reach out and flick between her thighs, burn her inflamed clitoris and fan the smoldering sparks of her cunt, making it fiery hot.

Running her palm up and down her thigh, she was conscious of pulling the hem of her skirt up, exposing her knees and a few inches of smooth, sugary thigh flesh. She urged her son with her mind to tell her more, to tell her to pull her skirt higher, to her waist, to show her cunt to him. She wanted her son to pull that sweet hard-on from his pants, to let it stand up in throbbing beauty for her hungry gaze.

Johnny scooted over the seat, his eyes never leaving his mother's naked tits. She felt his thigh press against hers, and she turned her head with an encouraging smile on her full, moist lips.

Johnny slipped his arm over his mother's shoulders and she felt him trembling with nervous anticipation. He draped his arm over her shoulder, his fingertips resting an inch above her throbbing nipple. His other hand moved, burning at her naked stomach, sliding up… up

… and when his hand cupped her tit, Judy gasped.

A low moan escaped her constricted throat when her son pressed his hand into her spongy tit, her nipples searing his palm. When Johnny dug his fingers into her tit, she moaned again, louder this time.

Johnny was gurgling, breathing hotly, as he began to feel her tit, testing the softness of it, hefting the weight. When he took her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, twisting it lightly and pulling at it, Judy squealed as an orgasm rushed through her distended clitoris and fiery cunt.

"Did I hurt you, Mother?" Johnny asked, starting to take his hand off her tit.

Judy quickly placed her own hand over his, pressing his hand tight onto it, trying to flatten it. "God, no, baby! I came! That's all… Mother came."

"You did?"

She nodded, smiling at him.

"You came off, Mother?"

"Very nicely, too," she said in a low voice.

"Just because I touched you… touched your tit, your nipple?"

She nodded again, wiggling her ass against the seat.

"I want to… Mother, I'd like to see…"

Judy dropped her hand on his thigh, squeezing it. The car drifted, slowing more. "Johnny, what your father told you… that's the way it has to be, darling. I can't… I just can't do it… do anything, unless it's the way your father told you."

He didn't say anything.

"That's just the way I am, baby," she went on, digging her fingers into his thigh. "It's no good for me, unless I'm… it wouldn't be any good for you, either."

"Dad said…"

"Tell me what he said," she urged, her fingers sinking into the flesh of his thigh. "Tell me!"

"He said… Dad said you had to be forced, Mother. He said you were like ice unless you were made to do it. He said, when you're made to do it, when you're touched then, you can't stop… can't stop yourself or anyone else touching you."

Judy licked her lips. "He's right. Oh, God… he's right, Johnny!"

"You want me to…" Johnny couldn't say it.

"Yes, baby," she told him. "I want you to tell me, to make me do what you'd like." The words tumbled from her, telling him how she was, and before she could stop herself, she was confessing her unusual love for him.

"So you understand, darling," she concluded. "You have to tell me what to do, how to do it, when to do it… then I'll be very cooperative with you!"

"If I told you, Mother, that I wanted to… you know, wanted to do it… you'd let me if I told you?"

Judy's hand moved on her son's thigh, sliding up to where the head of his cock was outlined. She pulled her eyes from the road and nodded to him, her smile radiant, her eyes glowing with her inner heat.

"Anything," she said in a throaty voice. "Anything you want me to do… if you just tell me, make me, do it."

"But what if you refuse, Mother, turn me down?"

"Try me," she murmured, licking her lips.

Johnny still looked as if he didn't believe this.

"You won't know until you try me, darling," she said in a soft voice. Her fingernails were very close to the head of his cock now. She thought she could feel the heat of it. "I promise I will not refuse, no matter what you want me to do… with you, with myself, with both of us, with…" she let the rest trail away.

His body was shaking close to hers, his hand cupping her naked tit tightly, his eyes down on the few inches of creamy thigh flesh.

"Anything, baby," she moaned. "Even with your… friends, your best of friends… anyone, anything, anytime… if you make me do it."

"Stop the car!" he said, his voice suddenly firm and in control. "Stop the car now, Mother!"

Judy pulled to the side of the highway, stopping on the shoulder. She waited for him to continue.