Kathy Andrews - Making Mom Suck

She looked at him, seeing his handsome face, his hair curling at his neck. He was as tanned as she was, his flesh brown from the sun.

When half his beer was gone, he set the bottle on the counter near the sink and faced her, his arms crossed over his broadening chest. He looked at her unflinchingly.

"You really meant it, didn't you, Mother?"

"Mean what, Johnny?"

"About being made… you know, forced, to do those things we did on the way home."

"I was truthful with you, honey."

"But why, Mother?" he asked. "Why me?"

"Because… because…" she paused as she kept her gaze steady on his eyes. "Johnny, the most important thing about it is that I… I love you."

"I know that, Mother."

"I mean, like a man, not just as if you were my son," she said. "I love you the way a woman would – should – love a man. I love you in every way a woman is supposed to love her man, and I want you for my man."

He looked at her for a long time. Then he said, "But I have to force you and make you do it?"

"That's the only way I enjoy it, Johnny."

"The only way?"

She nodded, finishing her beer. Johnny reached out and took the bottle from her, setting it next to his unfinished one.

"You'll do anything… as long as I make you do it? Anything at all, no matter what it is?"

"That's right."

"And you'll enjoy it?"

"I'll love it, love every second of it," she admitted again to him.

"You mean rape?"

She shook her head, her hair dancing. "No, that's too violent. No, never use rape on me, baby. Just touch me… here," she cupped her tits. "Or here." She ran a hand between her thighs. "Then I'll do anything for you. All you have to do is tell me to do it, and I'll go wild with desire."

"You mean, if I say 'Mother, kiss my ass,' you will?"

She nodded again, her eyes growing hot. "That's what I mean."

He looked at her for a long time. "All I have to do is say kiss my ass and you get hot?"

"So hot I come sometimes," she said without shame.

"Did you now?"

"No, but my cunt started tingling."

"Why didn't you come?"

"Because we're just talking about it," she responded. "If you meant it – if I knew you meant it – I'd be coming by now, and so wild with the desire to kiss your ass, you couldn't get your cut-offs down fast enough for me."

Johnny fell silent, and she perched her rounded ass on the edge of the oak table, swinging a slender foot gently back and forth, watching him… waiting.

"Then, Mother, we could have a hell of a ball, couldn't we?" he said, grinning at her. "I mean, I can have everything I want, can't I? I can make you do anything? You'll do what I tell you to do?"

"And love it, darling," she murmured, her pulse racing again with anticipation.

He had come off three times this afternoon, and she wondered if he had the strength to come once more. He was young – very young – and boys his age, because it was so new and exciting and erotic, managed to maintain a beautiful hard-on for a long time and come and come and come!

"Yes, I'd love to do what you tell me. I'll be your fuck-slave, Johnny. I'll be the dream you and every kid your age dreams of… the kind of woman you visualize when you jack off, but can never find. I'll be your whore, your cunt, your cock-sucker. I'll be anything you want me to be… but remember, you have to make me do it."

Johnny grinned at his mother and she glanced at his cut-offs. His cock was lifting, starting to bulge out again.

"What if you changed your mind, Mother? I mean, what if I told you to do something you didn't want to do?"

"There's nothing I don't want to do… just as long as you make me do it," she replied, her eyes fascinated as she watched his cock lift inside his cut-offs. "I want to do everything you want me to do."

"What about your reputation?" he asked.

"What reputation?" she laughed. "I don't care what anyone thinks of me. I own this place and live here with you. I can do what I want here. No one lives within two miles and we can't even really be seen from the road. I know no one I care about, and there is no one to concern themselves with me and what I do."

She saw that her son was thinking deeply about something, and she shivered with a vague feeling of impending disaster. She knew he had a lot of friends in the small community, his school friends. She had also heard some whispered stories about wild teenaged sex games out in the desert.

"Okay, Mother," he said, grinning at her. "From now on, you'll be my fuck-slave, right? I'll be in control of the fucking department. You can still be in control of everything else. I'll still be your son to everyone, but here at home you're my fuck-slave, right?"

She nodded, her eyes glistening with delight.

"And anything I say goes… about fucking?"

"Yes, baby," she murmured.

"Don't forget, anything."

"Anything."

"You remember you said you'd do it and do it happily, right?"

"Oh, yes!"

She saw him open his cut-offs, his cock thrusting up and out as they dropped. "Since I have my own fuck-slave, Mother, why don't you prove to me you mean it."

"All you have to do is tell me, Johnny."

"Kiss my fucking ass!"

A lurch throbbed through Judy's cunt as she watched her son turn his back to her, throwing his tight, muscular ass in her direction.

"Come on, kiss my fucking ass, Mother!"

Judy moaned as she went to her knees behind her son's naked ass. She placed her hands on his hips and began to burn eager, wet kisses all over his ass cheeks.

"Use your fucking tongue!" Johnny groaned. "Lick my ass, Mother!"

Judy shot her long tongue out quickly and began racing the flat surface of it up and down the cheeks of his ass. Johnny wiggled his ass into her face as she ran one hand in front of him, grasping the throbbing hardness of his cock, pumping her tight fist back and forth on it. Her tongue licked almost frantically about his ass cheeks, and when Johnny wiggled about and her tongue raked along the split, the tip entered the crack and probed his asshole. Her pussy was convulsing inside her shorts as she whimpered in delight, her breathing hot as it fanned her son's flesh. The tip of her tongue lapped deep, tasting his tight asshole, his balls resting against her chin as he arched backwards. She jerked on his cock in a frenzy as she licked wetly about his asshole.

"Jack on my prick, Mother!" Johnny was groaning. "Oh, lick my hot asshole, Mother! Suck my ass… jack my cock! Ahhh, this is so fucking good, Mother! You're gonna jack my cock off, make me come, and lick my asshole good!"

Judy gripped her son's hip with one hand, the other flying back and forth on his hard cock. Her tongue ran against his asshole, then down to lick his balls, only to race back to his asshole once more. The inner cheeks of his ass pressed hotly against her face, her lips now rounded on his asshole, her tongue probing as she sucked with furious passion. Her cunt was convulsing in tight waves of hot, liquid orgasms, her tits tight now as they pressed the backs of his thighs.

She felt his prick throbbing in her fist. She didn't want him to come off, to spurt his come juice against the cupboard. But if he did she would lick it from the wood hungrily.

Judy whimpered into her son's asshole, her tongue pressing until the tip passed the tight ring.

"Ahhh, do it, Mother!" Johnny urged in a tight voice. "Fuck my ass with your cock-sucking tongue! That's good, good, Mother! Suck my asshole… fuck it with your tongue!"

Judy stabbed her tongue in and out of her son's asshole, trying to thrust it deep. This was new to her, she had never done anything like it before. But it was good, very good. She loved the hot tightness of his asshole around her tongue as she fucked it. She loved the way his precious balls were resting on her chin, the way his cock seemed so hard and throbbing in her pumping fist.