Kathy Andrews: Making Mom Suck

It had never felt this good, never been this good before. Her cunt was deliciously stretched, so wonderfully filled. The orgasms ripping through her caused her wet cunt to clamp around her son's cock with the wet heat, squeezing and drawing on it. The sobs tearing from her throat were the sounds of a woman experiencing the ultimate of ecstasy. Each throbbing ridge seemed like rippling waves inside her velvety pussy. The length of his cock seemed to reach into places she had never been aware of, deliciously sensitive areas deep in her cunt that had never been probed before.

Judy was coming and coming and her son was still hard and banging her. His sweet balls rained hotly upon her shaking ass cheeks, striking the tight pucker of her asshole, sending sparks of crackling orgasms rushing about her convulsing cunt. Her mind was reeling with the frantic pleasure she seldom found.

So great was her ecstasy, she was hardly aware when her son slammed deep and hard into her hairy cunt, his body stiffening, holding his cock deep. She was vaguely aware of the increase in his throbbing, but her orgasms were so powerful, she wasn't certain. She heard her son grunt twice, then it seemed as if a dam had fractured, then broke open far inside her greedy pussy.

Thick come juice boiled from her son's cock and splashed against the satiny walls of her pussy in a drenching rain of lewd ecstasy.

The rapid spurts of his come juice sent shudders of mind-warping orgasms bursting throughout her almost naked body. Judy was screaming loudly, although she didn't know it. The hair-rimmed lips of her cunt were gripping her son's spewing cock in flexing waves, as if it were sucking him off with wild delight. Through her orgiastic mist Judy could feel her son's balls writhing against her asshole as the spasms of them sent his come juice flying from his piss hole.

Her orgasms ceased when his did, and Johnny kept his cock pressed deep into his mother's cunt, gasping harshly as he rested, his hands still on the backs of her thighs. But Judy lowered her uplifted ass to the seat, and as she did, his cock came free with an audible moist sound. She felt her son's cock drag up the slit of her cunt and brush her nervy clitoris. She moaned softly as it passed and left a wet, slimy trail along her inner thigh and thick patch of cunt hair.

As Johnny pulled his pants up, she noticed he was suddenly unusually quiet. She stepped from the car and smoothed her skirt over her hips, watching him from the corners of her eyes, wondering what was bothering him. She buttoned her blouse and climbed behind the wheel of the car. She sat and waited while her son gazed out into the desert. Then he opened his pants and pulled his cock out again. She watched him piss, but her eyes were on his face, not his cock.

He didn't look troubled, she thought. He just looked as if he had a lot to think about.

Well, sure he has, Judy thought. In one afternoon his own mother had jacked him off, sucked his prick until he came in her mouth, and now he had just fucked her. Any boy his age would have had some thinking to do.

The rest of the drive home was very quiet.

Judy did not try to break in on her son's thoughts. If he had to sort all this out in his mind, if he needed any help or explanations from her, he would ask. And until he asked, she would not interfere.

The one thing she hoped, desperately, was that he was not ashamed of fucking her. That would destroy her, she felt. If her son hated her or was disgusted by her and turned away now that she had revealed her innermost desires to him, it would destroy her completely.

This desire to be forced into sex was something not many people knew about. Once her ex-husband had learned of it, he had been unable to cope and so she was no longer married. Judy would not have told Johnny if his father had not tried to turn him from her. She would have gone on being in love with her own son and suffered in total silence.

Was this wild, raging desire to be abused and degraded and forced to perform those deviant sexual things about to turn Johnny from her, too? Why did she have to be forced into doing those things? Why couldn't she be like other women, like other mothers? Why couldn't she be turned on in the so-called proper way? What was this driving need to be made to do those things? Judy knew that if she wasn't forced, wasn't told to do them, sex was no fun for her.

Judy drove into the long lane leading up to their old, weatherbeaten clap-board house. Old, but very well taken care, the home had been in her family for generations. It was now hers, and she had moved into it after her divorce. Johnny loved the place. It was out in the open, at the edge of the desert. It was hot, but the heat was dry, easy to take. The ground was fertile and she had plenty of water. Tall, graceful trees surrounded the house, helping to cool it. There was a wide expanse of lawn with a grape arbor. The arbor had been constructed with a sprinkling system throughout, and Judy loved being inside it on very hot days, the cooling mist keeping her body cool and comfortable.

Behind the house was a small but thriving garden of vegetables. There were also a couple of fruit trees, old but still productive and very beautiful.

She parked at the side of the house beneath an ancient oak. Johnny was out of the car before she had time to set the brake, and she watched him disappear into the house before she had closed her car door.

Troubled, she entered behind him. The door led through a huge, farm-sized kitchen and into a living room. At one wall was a stone fireplace huge enough for a man to stand inside of. The furniture was modern and comfortable.

Her room was off the living room, and she went into it and removed her clothing. She stood naked, the door of her bedroom left open with her son in the house for the first time. She lifted her shapely tits in her hands, looking down at them, seeing the shape was as good as any saucy-titted young girl's. Her waist was still narrow, her stomach still flat. Her hips were rounded, but still like a teenaged girl's hips.

Her legs were long, tantalizingly smooth, and very well tanned. Her ass jutted out in a teasing way, the cheeks rippling tightly when she walked. The dark patch of hair at the base of her stomach was curly and very thick. The lips of her cunt were not fat, but they weren't slim, either. They were puffy, always puffy, swelling with the heat that tormented her. Judy's cunt was tight, very tight.

She was fortunate, she thought, to have such a tight cunt. It could clamp hard on a slim cock or a thick one, and each prick could excite and thrill her equally. The size of a cock meant nothing to her, she loved all sizes. Her clitoris was long and extremely sensitive. A touch, even a very light touch, would send her cunt into steamy desire and throw her mind into an eager, lewd willingness to do anything her partner wanted of her – if he told her to do it.

But it was important that he tell her, make her, force her.

She found her shorts and halter and cupped her tits into the halter and tied it between her shoulder blades. Then she stepped into the shorts, zipping them up in back. The shorts were cut high on her hips, exposing more thigh than most shorts and making her legs look even longer. Sliding her feet into a pair of thongs, she left her room and passed through the living area and into the kitchen. She found a frosted beer in the refrigerator and uncapped it. She leaned against the huge, oak table and sipped it, wondering what was wrong with her son.

His shuffling feet made her lift her head. Johnny came in wearing his usual faded cutoff jeans. Seeing his mother sipping a beer, he opened one for himself. He had never drunk beer in front of her before, but she knew he had had one or two on very hot days.