Kathy Andrews: Johnny_s wild mother

Johnny did not cry out a warning.

She felt the boiling gush of come juice on her tongue. With a husky squeal, Lisa began to gulp at his spewing cock. His come juice burned into her throat, and she swallowed eagerly. He came hard, filling her mouth before she could swallow. As he came, Lisa let out a strained cry, and her cunt convulsed with the most beautiful orgasm of all.

She came hotly as her son spurted in and over into her mouth and down her throat. Even when he finished gushing, she clung to his cock with her mouth, moaning over and over, gripping his ass tightly.

Finally, she pulled back, sitting on her heels. Her face was flushed.

"My God! What did I do?" she gasped.

"You sucked my cock off, Mom," Johnny said, giggling in a bashful manner.

Lisa looked up at him now. "I sucked your… Johnny, you must think I'm terrible!"

"Mom, I think you're wonderful!"

"How can you, after that?" she asked softly. "Let me dress, now, Johnny."

Lisa was surprised that her son was not bashful about what had happened. She was equally surprised at what he had said to her.

But she was surprised most of all by her own actions.

Not that she had sucked a cock off – she had sucked off her husband many times. But this was Johnny, her son! Never before had she thought of Johnny as a sexual being.

She searched herself to find some measure of disgust. She found only desire, desire to do it again. She kept tasting Johnny's cock in her mouth, kept, seeing it so hard before her face, remembering how sweet her own orgasm had been.

There was little conversation between them until dinner.

As they ate, he told her of his day as if nothing else had happened.

Lisa listened to him, commenting now and then. But her mind was on what they had done in her bedroom.

"Johnny, what was it you said to me earlier?"

"When, Mom?"

"You know. In my bedroom, right after…" She lowered her eyes bashfully.

Johnny giggled. "Oh, you mean about sucking my cock?"

She nodded, feeling her face burn. "What about it, Mom?"

"Johnny, I… do you want to talk about it?" she asked softly.

"What's to talk about, Mom?"

"You don't think I'm horrible?"

"I told you, Mom, I think you're wonderful."

Lisa looked at him. "Johnny, tell me again what I did."

Johnny grinned wickedly. "You wanna talk dirty, Mom?"

Lisa began to tremble. "I like… I like hearing you say that. It makes me… tingle."

"Where does it tingle, Mom?" he asked, his eyes turning hot. "Down there? If you want me to talk dirty, I'll say it this way: does it make your pussy tingle, Mom?"

Lisa breathed in hotly. She nodded, her eyes moist and hot as she stared at his face. "Yes, it does."

"Mom, I don't know what got into you," Johnny said, "but I like it. I like it very much."

"You do?"

He nodded. "All the guys I know think you're the most beautiful mom in the world. I know what they wanna do with you. I punched one in the nose because he said he wished he could fuck you."

"Fuck me?" she gasped.

"Yeah. I can't let those guys say that about you. You're my mom."

Lisa had no idea that her son's friends thought of her that way. They were all so very young. What did they know about fucking?

"Johnny, I don't want you fighting," she admonished. "What they say about me doesn't matter. I don't want you fighting."

"If you say so, Mom. But what if I said I… you know, wished I could do it, too?"

"You mean, fuck me?" Lisa's words were barely a whisper.

"You like to talk dirty, Mom?"

"Answer me, Johnny." Johnny lowered his eyes to his mother's tits.

Lisa lifted her shoulders, pushing her tits outward.

"Yes, Mom," he said, his voice lowering thickly.

"Oh, Johnny!" Lisa exclaimed, her fingers clenching. "Oh, baby."

"Does that mean we will? Mom, do you mean you'll let me?"

Lisa was breathing fast, feeling her tits swell, her cunt throb. Slowly, she jerked her head up and down. "Yes, Johnny."

"When?" he asked.

Lisa stood up, stretching her hand toward him. "Now?"

As her son stood up from the table, she saw his cock pushing at his pants, as hard nit had been earlier. With a throaty groan, she brushed her hand over it, then took his hand in hers.

They walked to her bedroom, then stood facing each other for a long moment, both of them shaking.

"Johnny!" Lisa sobbed.

She fell across her bed on her back. Feverish with desire, Lisa yanked her dress to her waist, her legs parting.

"Your panties, Mom!" Johnny moaned, staring between his mother's long legs at the crotchband of her panties.

"Hurry!" Lisa panted, hooking a finger into the crotch of her panties and yanking it aside, her cunt pulsating wetly. "Do it now, Johnny! Ohh, my God, baby! Fuck me now! Fuck mother right now!"

Staring at his mother's cunt, Johnny jerked at his pants, scooting them to his knees, his cock lurching upward with hardness.

They stared at each other, Johnny at his mother's cunt, seeing the wet pink slit framed by silky dark hair, and Lisa at his young balls and jerking cock.

She thrust her ass off the edge of the bed. "Hurry! Fuck mother, Johnny! Please, oh please hurry and fuck me!"

Johnny moved between his mother's spread thighs. He pushed the head of his cock to her cunt.

Lisa gasped, her pussy quivering. She dug her fingers into the mattress, her eyes looking inflamed.

Overcome with excitement, Johnny lunged into her pussy.

"Ohhhhh, God!" Lisa cried.

The penetration of her cunt by her son's cock stretched her pussy wide, filling her completely. The suddenness of his fuck-thrust took her breath away. She felt his balls pressing upon the crack of her ass, his cock jerking inside the tightness of her cunt.

"Ohhhh, God, baby! Ohhh, beautiful, Johnny!"

Johnny's face was contorted with ecstasy. The wet heat gripping his cock was amazing. He touched his mother's pantied hips.

"Hold me, Johnny!" Lisa sobbed. "Hold onto me! Hold onto me and fuck me!"

He palmed his mother's hips, the feel of her nylon panties in his hands exciting him. He felt her cunt squeeze his cock.

"Push, baby!" Lisa whimpered, wiggling her ass.

Holding her hips, Johnny began to pump. "Oh, yes, yes!" Lisa cried out, the fuckfriction starting to drive her wild.

She squirmed her hips sideways and thrust upward to meet the lunge of her son's cock. His balls made a soft slapping sound against her now-grinding ass.

"Fuck me! Your cock is so hard, Johnny! Your cock goes so deep inside my pussy!"

"Ahhhhhhh, Mom!" he moaned. "You're helping me!"

"Yes! Ooooh, baby, as fast as you can! Fuck me as fast as you can!"

Johnny rammed frantically, panting, digging into her thrusting hips.

Lisa squealed, moaned, then cried out. She began beating at the mattress with her fists, churning her ass in a frenzy as his cock pounded in and out of her cunt. Her clit, tightly swollen, rubbed at the throbbing shaft of her son's cock, making her shiver and shake with ecstasy. Each of his fuck-thrusts made her tits jiggle inside her blouse, made her breath come out in soft explosions. The friction along the damping lips of her cunt tingled through her, making her toes curl.

Straining upward, she gyrated her ass wantonly, unable to be still. She felt so lewd, so gloriously lewd. She stared up at him as he fucked her, watching his expression.

Johnny was gazing down at her hips, watching his cock disappear into her pussy. Her panties concealed one side of her cunt, but the other side was exposed, and he stared at it, seeing soft hair and pink, wet flesh?

"Your pussy, Mom!"

"Yes, my pussy!" she gasped. "What about my pussy?"

"It's – ohhhh, Mom, I love your pussy!"

"Ahhh, baby! You love mother's cunt?"