Kathy Andrews: Making Mom Suck

Judy glanced at her son as she wheeled the heavy car along the stretch of highway. It was after noon and they'd had lunch about fifteen miles back. There were still over a hundred miles to go. She had picked him up where he had been staying with her ex-husband three hours ago. As usual, there had been an argument between her and her ex. This time, thank God, it had been mild.

On each side of the highway, as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but desert – sand, sage brush, yucca and Joshua trees. It was desolate country, hot and dry.

But it suited Judy.

No one bothered her. She lived alone in a fifty-year-old house with her son, Johnny, when he wasn't staying with his father. He stayed with his father two weeks each year, and usually there was an argument between Judy and her son when it was time for him to go. Johnny didn't want to visit with his father, he wanted to stay home with her. Judy was not the one forcing him to go, it was the courts and her ex-husband.

Make me do it, please!

Force me! Tell me to do what you would like!

The words tumbled through her mind, almost incoherent in her need. There were other ways to do it, certainly, lots of easier ways. But Judy needed to be told, forced, made to do things like a small child.

Judy had seldom enjoyed sex, fucking, except for when she was made to do it, forced into it. If she was forced into fucking, she went wild with desire, a burning, consuming passion that could create almost the ultimate in erotic pleasure for her and her partner.

But force was the key.

Force was the way to get into her panties.

Judy would not give in willingly to anyone.

If she did, it was no good for her. She would not feel anything, not enjoy it, and never came.

She had to feel she was forced into it, forced to fuck, forced to be a cock-sucker, forced into erotic ecstasy.

When she was forced, it was good. When she was forced, it was wonderful. When she was forced, it was fantastic. Then, and only then, could she come. And when Judy came, she came in spinning, bursting screams of ecstasy. When Judy was forced, she would do anything her partner wanted of her. Perversion? Not when she was forced. When she was forced, where was no such thing as perversion. Deviant? When Judy was forced, she had never heard of the word.

Judy would fuck anything and everything… when she was forced. If someone forced her, she would become a veritable dynamo of sexual perversions, loving every fucking second of it. When forced, Judy would take on a football team, gang-bang them all when they thought they were gang-banging her.

Judy would fuck anytime, anyplace, in any way and position… if she was forced.

She had accepted this quirk of her personality long ago, accepted it and enjoyed it. The fact it caused her marriage to break up really had had nothing to do with her. Her husband had failed to see her particular needs and wanted out, calling her crazy, a nut, a mental basket case.

And Judy was in love with her son.

Not the way a mother should love her son, but the way a woman loved a man. She had known this for some time, and after getting over her initial shock, realizing there wasn't much she could do about her feelings, she accepted this, too.

Johnny was young, so very young. She was eighteen years older than him. If she were forty, the age difference wouldn't be so bad. But she wasn't forty.

There had been times when she thought Johnny knew, that he understood her true feelings for him. Sometimes it seemed their minds worked on the same wavelength. It seemed as if he knew her particular quirk. In any event, he had, in the past year, become more demanding of her, almost dominating. He seldom asked her anything now, but told her. Judy did not care to be dominated in that way, but she had gone along with Johnny, waiting, watching for signs. She didn't want domination unless it was sexual.

This time, on the long trip home, Johnny had been unusually quiet. She caught him sneaking peeks at her, his eyes almost bold on her body. He had never looked at her like this before, and it made her blood boil, caused her rounded, firm tits to tingle, her sensitive nipples to burn against the cotton blouse. His bold, sensual eyes on her body caused a bubbling wetness between her thighs.

Her cunt was fiery now, twitching as she drove. She was wet between her thighs, her cunt seeping so much, soaking the crotch of her bikini panties.

Force me to do it, Johnny! Her mind screamed at her son. Come on, darling… make me do it! Tell mother what you want… what would turn you on! Tell mother what excites you, Johnny. Mother will do it, whatever you want mother to do. Tell me, baby, tell mother what would make your beautiful, sweet cock get hard and drippy.

So hard was she concentrating on her mental messages to her son, she failed to hear him at first.

"… them out," was all she heard.

"I'm sorry, darling," she glanced at him. "I didn't hear what you said."

His eyes were hot and he was looking hungrily at her tits. Judy's cunt throbbed and she moved her shoulders back a bit, throwing her shapely tits out farther against her thin blouse. His eyes… could she believe it?

Johnny didn't repeat what he said for a while. But he kept his hot, greedy gaze on her tits. Judy hoped desperately he was understanding her frantic thoughts.

"Take them out," he said.

"Take what out, baby?" she asked, her voice barely controlled. She writhed her ass on the seat, hope gleaming in her dark, smoldering eyes. "What do you want me to take out, honey?"

"Take your tits out, Mother."

"What?"

The car lurched to the side but she corrected it quickly. Her face was flushed with excitement, her cunt almost on the brink of an orgasm. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the wheel.

"I'd like to…" Johnny paused.

Judy saw he was unsure, his confusion obvious in his eyes. Something had happened at his father's home, something had been said. But now Johnny seemed confused.

"Tell me that again, Johnny," Judy said in a soft voice, trying to let him know she understood, trying to help him. "Please, darling, say that again."

"Mother, dad told me… he said you…"

"I know what he told you, Johnny," she replied softly, breaking in when he seemed to have trouble finding the words. "And I know why you told me to take my… my tits, out."

"He said you'd do…"

For a moment Judy was silent, trying to took at her son and still watch where she was driving. Finally she said, "He's right, Johnny. What your father told you is the truth. I don't know why he would tell you that, but he didn't lie."

A spark of interest came into his eyes, and Judy gave her son a brilliant smile, a tantalizing smile, a smile that told him to tell her what he wanted, to force her into anything he wanted, anything that would excite him, anything that would make his precious cock deliciously hard, throb, drip.

In a soft, but hot voice, she said, "Tell me that again, Johnny."

"I want you to take your… take your tits out, Mother."

She saw his face redden.

"Oh, Johnny!" she said quickly. "Don't be ashamed, don't be bashful. You want me to take my tits out, I'll take my tits out."

"You will! You really will, Mother!" Now her son was very excited, she saw. Her cunt went through a mild orgasm as she pulled her hand from the wheel, toying with the top button of her blouse.

"If you tell me, I will," she whispered huskily.

"Oh, wow!" Johnny groaned, his eyes burning almost through her blouse now. "Oh, Mother! Hey, yeah! Dad was right, wasn't he?"

"Yes," she said in a low, sultry sound. "Your dad was right, darling."

"Take your tits out, Mother!"