Kathy Andrews: Make room for mother

She waggled her ass from side to side, whimpering softly as she squeezed his bunching ass. Sammy was awed by having his cock inside his mother's cunt. He would have been awed to have it inside any cunt, but this pussy, this fiery wet, tight pussy belonged to his mother, and that made it a special cunt for him.

Laura loved the feeling of her sensitive cunt spreading about her son's hardness. She loved the hard way it throbbed, the depth he could push it, the way his balls burned against her naked ass. She lifted her ass higher, and Sammy was almost on his feet, leaning across her crotch to keep sucking on her delicious tits. He moved from one tit to the other, plunging his cock up and down a little faster.

"Ooooh, that's nice!" Laura gurgled, arching and lowering her ass with his movement. "That's very nice, Sammy!"

Each time her son pulled up, she lowered her ass, but when he stabbed down, she jerked her cunt up onto his cock with a soft squeal. His cock made soft slapping sounds as he fucked faster and faster. The sounds were wet, exciting.

"Faster, darling!" she cried out, squirming against him now. "Oh, please, faster! It feels like… it feels wonderful and I think you're going to make me come again!"

Sammy began to pound up and down, his cock almost pulling from her cunt, but lunged down just before the head came free. Laura had never felt it this way before. It was teasing her, exciting her. Her cunt seemed to be as swollen as his cock now, rubbing along the shaft of his prick until her mind reeled with sensation.

Thrashing her naked ass about wildly, she lifted her head and pressed her lips into his neck and shoulder. She kissed and sucked at his flesh, licking at it hungrily, groaning and sobbing. Her knees pulled farther back, farther than she would have thought possible. The whole expanse of her cunt was open to her son now. The cheeks of her ass parted, and his balls began to slap upon her asshole, making it crinkle and draw inward with a delightful feeling. The tippling feel of another orgasm was bubbling inside her cunt, radiating outward and threatening to consume the swollen lips and distended clit.

"Ohhhh, faster and deeper and harder!" she shrieked, clawing at his bobbing ass frantically. "I'm going to come again! Oh, my God, you're going to make Mother come again!"

Sammy pounded into his mother's gripping cunt, panting with effort, but mostly with the rapture he was experiencing. His cock was going to burst, his balls melt. He lifted his mouth from her tit, eyes tightly closed. Laura, through the haze of her vision, saw his contorted expression, and understood.

"Come!" she screamed. "Come in me!"

Sammy rammed and thrust almost violently, straining hard. His hands were mashing her tits, his weight holding her shoulders down. Laura didn't care; she didn't feel anything but the heat of her cunt, the hardness of his cock.

"Mom!" Sammy panted. "Ooooh, Mom!" He rammed deep, his body stiff. Then he shuddered, and Laura's cunt grabbed his cock at the base. Despite the force of her orgasm, she felt the hot spurts of her son's juices splashing along the walls of her cunt. As the contractions of her pussy sucked hard and greedily on his gushing cock, she strained as hard as she could against him.

"Ooooh, fill me!" she sobbed. "Fill me up, darling! I love it… love that feeling! Drown me with juice, darling! Mother needs that come-juice so much!"

Sammy weakened, slumping down on top of his mother. Laura lowered her ass, sliding her silky thighs back down his body, spreading them very wide. Her arms relaxed, and fell to her sides. Her face was flushed with the sweetness she felt. Her cunt kept pulsating, full of bet son's come-juice. Her pussy held his cock until it began to go soft, and then squeezed it, out. She made a soft mewling sound as his cock dropped along the crack of her ass.

While he breathed hard, she caressed his back, her hands going from his shoulders and into his pajamas to feel his ass again.

Without saying anything, Sammy lifted from his mother, and without turning to look at her, walked out of the room.

Laura lay quietly, feeling his come-juice seeping out of her cunt, wondering why Sammy didn't stay with her.

Soon, she slept.

The next morning when Jason came by to walk to school with Sammy, Laura told him her son felt bad, and would be staying home from school.

Sammy didn't feel bad, but he was still in bed. As she prepared his breakfast later that morning, she wondered again why he had left her last night instead of curling up against her and sleeping there. He had said nothing after fucking her, whether he liked it or hated it, nothing at all.

But Laura had no such problem.

She felt alive, more alive than she had in many, many years. Her cunt had the strange feeling that his cock was still inside it. When she heard the shower going, she set the table, and while pouring herself a second cup of coffee to have while he ate, she pushed her hand to her crotch. She still had her gown and robe on, and slipped her hand inside her robe to better feel her cunt. The image of her son on top of her last night, ramming his cock so vigorously into her cunt, filled her mind, and she moaned softly as an unexpected orgasm burst between her legs.

Sammy entered soon after her orgasm was over, sitting at the table and eating, but keeping his eyes away from her. Laura sat across the table from him, sipping her coffee, watching him, searching his face. He was so young, she realized. Maybe that was what bothered him. Maybe he wasn't quite ready for girls, far pussy. Still, he had fucked her so vigorously, and he came so much. How could he not be interested in pussy, she thought.

"Were you tired this morning, honey?" she asked.

He nodded.

"You didn't feel like school today, huh?"

He shook his head.

He wore a clean, white t-shirt and jeans, his hair still damp from his shower. It reminded Laura that she had not showered yet. She had gone to sleep with her cunt dripping come-juice, and loved it.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Mom," he said in a quiet voice.

"Something is bothering you, Sammy. Won't you tell me what it is?"

"It's nothing, Mom," he said, finishing his breakfast.

"Well, if it's nothing," she said, "what do you plan to do today since you're not in school?"

"Hang around," he replied.

She stood and moved to his side. Placing her hand on his face, she pulled it into her stomach, hugging him. "Honey, please, what's bothering you? How was it last night?"

"It was okay, Mom."

"Okay?" she asked. "Okay? Sammy, is that all it was – okay?"

"Well, it was better than okay, Mom," he said against her stomach.

"Didn't you enjoy it?"

"I loved it," he said.

"Then what's bothering you if it isn't last night?"

"I wanted… aw, Mom," he said, sounding as if he were about to cry.

"Come on, let it out," she urged.

"I really loved doing it with you," he said. "But I wanted to… aw, you wouldn't let me anyway."

"How do you know I wouldn't?"

"You're a girl," he said, as if that explained everything.

"Of course I'm a girl," she said softly, smiling and running her fingers through his hair. "We couldn't have done that last night if I wasn't a girl."

He fell silent again, but did wrap his arms about her waist. She remembered listening to her son and brother the day before when they thought she was sleeping on the couch.

"Moms do fuck, don't they?" she said softly. Sammy nodded his head against her flat stomach. She felt him squeeze her waist.

"Is your mom a good fuck?"

Although he didn't know a good fuck from a decent hand-job, Sammy again nodded his head.

"Sammy, I wish you would tell me what's wrong?"

"Mom, I wanted to… you know," he said. "I don't know unless you tell me." She felt him squeeze her waist again, his lips pushing into her stomach. When he spoke, his words were a mumble.