Kathy Andrews: Make room for mother

She had never came so hard before.

That was the hardest orgasm ever, and she wanted more of the same.

Calm now, she swung her leg over the cushions of the couch and sat up, hands at her hips. Her face felt as if it was glowing, and she smiled to the empty room.

Standing, she smoothed her skirt down and adjusted her sweater, then moved slowly to her room, where she undressed and stood beneath the shower. She had just finished rinsing her body of the scented soap when she remembered she was doing just as her ex-husband had done when he finished fucking her.

Laura quickly turned off the shower and stepped from it, drying her body, feeling as if she had performed some ritual to rid her body of its exciting odors… just like her ex-husband.

Laura lay in bed, in the darkness. She felt a vague sense of apprehension. Her son had watched her carefully all afternoon until they went to bed. His eyes kept glancing at her tits, her tits, her ass. She had been very careful when she sat, making sure her skirt was fucked neatly under her legs, careful not to show anything to her son, not even her knees.

But that wasn't what she wanted to do. Laura suffered with agonizing desires, but she was honest with herself. What she wanted to do was swing her legs wide open, expose her crotch to her son, watch his young cock become hard again. She wanted to rip her panties off and let her son see her cunt, watch her fuck herself with her wild fingers, see him pull his cock out and jack it off, maybe come over her thighs.

She wanted…

But she didn't.

When she undressed and pulled her nightgown on, Laura was hotter and more excited and frustrated than ever before. Knowing that her son and brother had seen her being nasty, knowing she had caused those hard-ons, sent shivers of hunger about her creamy flesh. She climbed into bed and pulled the thin sheet to her neck, and lay there staring at the dark ceiling, her body vibrating, her cunt juicy and steamy.

She wondered if Sammy had a hard-on, lying in his bed, thinking the same things she was. Somehow, him being her son made her feel much more wanton.

Sammy didn't think moms fucked. He didn't think his Mom fucked. But his mom wanted to fuck. Sammy's Mom wanted to fuck very much. Laura couldn't keep her hands from moving over her body as she remembered the words her brother and son used, saw in her mind again the bulging of those young cocks. Her cunt was on fire and her tits hurt from being so swollen.

"Mom?"

Laura jerked her hands off her body, placing them on the sheet that covered her from neck to toe.

"Sammy?"

"Mom, I'm having trouble getting to sleep," her son said.

She could barely see him in the darkness as he stood in her doorway. Laura always left her bedroom door open, in case her son needed her.

He needed her now.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked softly. "I just can't get to sleep," he said, entering her room.

"Here, sit down beside me." She patted the bed. "Let's see why you can't go to sleep."

Sammy sat down, the back of his hand brushing lightly against her hip. Laura took his hand in hers, holding it tenderly. She could hear her son breathing in the quietness of the night. His hand felt hot, sweaty, in hers. He didn't say anything.

Laura felt she knew what his problem was. He had seen her, seen her with her legs spread wide lewdly, seen her panties, her hand inside her panties, and he was still excited by it. That had to be his problem, she was sure.

Unconsciously, Laura drew her son's hand onto her stomach. She was trembling, trying to control her own breathing. She wondered if Sammy had a hard-on. She peeked at his lap, but it was too dark to see. Sammy sat with one knee up on the bed, the other foot on the floor, turned to face her.

"Would you mind if I turned on the light?" she asked him, softly. "It's just a little light, not bright at all."

"Okay, Mom," he said, and she detected a slight quiver in his voice.

She flicked the light on, a soft, dim brightness that cast shadows about the room.

She heard Sammy suck in his breath, and noticed that he was staring at her tits. He couldn't see her tits, of course, but the sheet molded them, even showing the stiffness of her nipples.

Now she could see her son better. She noticed the fly of his pajamas gaped wide, and she searched for a peek of his cock. Her cunt seemed to throb with wet heat. She was naked under her gown, and she felt wetness on her inner thighs.

Suddenly, Laura knew what she wanted.

She knew what her son wanted.

"Mom," Sammy said, his voice nervous. "Do you… I mean," Jason said, "do moms… aw, you know what I mean."

For a moment Laura couldn't answer her son. Excitement flooded her body like never before. Her cunt seemed to expand, and then become tight, and she felt as if she were going to come.

"I was awake," she whispered. Sammy knew what she meant. "You were?"

"Yes, honey," she said softly, placing her hand on the back of his, pushing his palm tighter against her stomach. "I was awake when you and Jason came home."

"Then you were I… doing it, Mom?"

"Doing it?" She giggled. "Well, I guess you can say I was doing it, whatever that means."

"You really were? I didn't think moms did… you know – that."

Laura's eyes grew hot as she tried to see if his cock was hard again.

"Moms do a lot of things, darling," she said softly, her voice becoming thick with desire. "Moms are girls, you know. Just because they're moms does not mean they don't have feelings."

Sammy didn't say anything, but she felt his hand shaking on her stomach.

Laura moved one hand to her son's knee, and slipped it slowly up his thigh. At the same time, she pulled his hand up her stomach, stopping as his fingers barely touched the curve of her tit. She heard her son make a gasping sound. She knew he would not touch her tits by himself. She knew her son would draw his hand away if she didn't hold it there. He wanted to, she knew, but the would have to let him know she wanted it as much as he did.

"Sammy," she said in a low, throaty voice, "want to be… you know, nasty, with me?"

"Oh, Mom!" he moaned.

"Please, let's be nasty with each other, darling," she mewled.

She slipped her palm higher on his thigh, and at the same time drew his other hand upward until she had it resting on her firm tit. She closed his fingers about her tit, pawing to see what his reaction would be.

Sammy's reaction was to squeeze his mother's tit.

"Ooooh, baby," she moaned softly. "That feels so good!"

Her hand moved up his thigh, and her fingers touched the hardness of his young cock inside his pajamas. She moved her fingers along the throbbing shaft, toward the swollen head, very slowly. At the same time, she pressed his hand hard onto her tit, feeling her nipple strain into his palm through her gown and the thin sheet.

Laura fought off the urge to shove her hand into his pajama fly and grip his cock. She dragged the tips of her fingers along the cock-shaft, feeling the hardness of it, the eager, way it throbbed.

She pulled his hand to her other tit, holding his wrist and moving his palm from one tit to the other. Her nipples bulged in rubbery tightness, and her cunt was dripping like a leaking faucet. She squeezed her thighs together, moaning softly as the pressure on her cunt sent a wild, fiery ripple of desire up her body.

"Sammy, be nasty with Mother," she cried softly. "I want to be real nasty, darling! I want you and me to do nasty things to each other."

"Mom, I don't know how!" Sammy gasped.

"Mother will show you," she said, a catch in her voice. "Mother will show you how we can be so nasty, so deliciously nasty with each other."

"I want… Mom, I want to…"