Kathy Andrews: Make room for mother

"I didn't hear you, baby."

"I said," he whispered, "I wanted to… see you, Mom."

"See me?"

"You know, down there."

A shiver moved about Laura's flesh. She cupped his cheeks and tilted his face up, looking down into his yes. "What did you want to see?"

"Down there," he repeated.

"Say it, Sammy," she urged in a husky whisper. "Tell Mother what you wanted to see."

"Your… your thing."

Laura wanted to laugh, but knew it was the wrong time.

"Honey, it isn't a thing," she said softly. "What were you and Jason calling it yesterday? Didn't I hear you and him call it a pussy, a cunt?"

Sammy's eyes clouded over, but with excitement. He nodded.

"Then say it," she urged. "Tell Mother what you want to see."

"I wanna see your… pussy, Mom," he said. Then louder: "I wanna see your cunt!"

"Why didn't you look last night?"

"I was afraid to," he said. "I didn't know if you'd let me see it."

Laura couldn't stop the giggle. It came out lewd, her eyes bright as she gazed down into his young, expectant face. "Wouldn't let you see my cunt? But, darling, you fucked my cunt. Why wouldn't I let you see it after, you fucked it so deliciously?"

"I don't know."

"Listen," she said softly, "you wait here. I'll go take a quick shower, and when I finish, you can see Mother's cunt. You can look at my cunt all you want, touch it, feel it, play with it."

"I can?" he asked, his voice filled with eagerness.

"I want you to play with my cunt!" She smiled at him. She dipped her face, kissing his lips. "Wait for me," she said in a whispery voice. "I'll be right back."

Laura hurried through a shower, taking particular attention with her clit and ass. Remembering how her ex-husband wouldn't touch her, which he seldom did in the first place, she wanted to be squeaky clean for her son when he looked her body over. When she finished, she stretched out on her bed, naked.

"Sammy?" she called. "I'm ready, baby." Sammy stood in the doorway of her bedroom, looking at her with big eyes. Laura lay with arms at her sides, her legs closed. Sammy stared at his mother's tits, the tits he had sucked so enthusiastically the night before.

Laura's nipples were jutting up with hardness their roundness obvious. She watched his fascinated eyes move down her body, and by the time he was staring at the silky patch of her pussyhair, his cock was pushing against his jeans. Laura gazed just as avidly at his bulging cock as he did her naked body. She felt shy, but wanton.

"Oh, Mom," he breathed. "You're so beautiful!"

She smiled at him, her eyes smoldering.

Slowly, she parted her legs, spreading them outward. Sammy's eyes didn't move from her pussy. When she had her legs very wide, he stared into her cunt, seeing the soft hair alongside her slit, seeing the pinkness of her cunt, the curvy, enticing cheeks of her ass.

"Come closer and look at me," she urged breathlessly.

Sammy stumbled into the room until he was at the side of his mother's bed. Laura lay still for a while, then began to writhe her ass. She would never have been so forward and bold with her ex-husband, but with her son, she felt so wanton, she would do anything. She twisted her ass on the bed, then hooked her heels into the mattress and lifted her crotch, swinging her hips in slow motion. Her cunt gleamed with ready wetness, and the tip of her excited clit moved up between the succulent folds of her pussy.

She lifted her hand and ran the back along his bulging cock.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked softly.

"Ohhhh, Mom, it's pretty!"

She drew her feet back, bending her knees and lifting her crotch high.

"Touch it, honey," she murmured softly. "Play with it. Please, don't be shy with me. Play with Mother's cunt!"

Sammy eagerly cupped his mother's cunt, feeling the wetness, the exciting heat of it. Laura mewled as he pressed into her pussy, and strained her crotch into his hand. Sammy's other hand cupped a firm tit, and when he began to squeeze her tit and rub up and down on her cunt, Laura squealed with pleasure.

Bringing his hand from her tit down her stomach, Sammy spread the pink lips of his mother's pussy open, leaning close and peering with hot eyes. He touched the tip of her tit, and Laura almost came. Her hand closed as best it could about his cock through his pants, gripping him very hard.

"Inside!" she hissed! "Push your fingers inside me!"

Sammy was no longer hesitant now. He slipped all four of his young fingers into the fiery wetness of his mother's cunt, and Laura bucked her ass up and down, sliding her pussy on his fingers, fucking them. Feverishly, she clawed at his jeans, jerking and wishing she could tear his fly open. When she had his pants open, she used one hand to tug them downward, and his cock and balls came into view. With a whimper of delight, she grasped her son's balls, holding them tightly. Balls fascinated Laura, and she had wanted to grab her husband's balls many, many times, but he felt it was wicked for a woman to have such desire.

Not so her son.

Sammy began plunging his fingers into her wet cunt as she fucked up and down, spreading his feet on the floor, pushing his crotch on her hand. Laura fondled his balls, seeing how far she could pull and twist them before it hurt him. His cock jutted straight up from his balls, and she twisted her shoulder so she could clasp it with her other hand. She began to jerk her fist up and down, feeling him drip hot juices over her fingers. It was then she noticed that her son had low-hanging balls. They weren't drawn up tight at his crotch the way her husband's balls had been. Sammy's young, sweet balls, so hairless, hung almost five inches between his thighs.

"Baby, your balls are so beautiful," she moaned, working her cunt back and forth on all four of his fingers. "Your balls feel so hot and full! You've got a wonderful hot load in them, I bet."

Sammy was leaning lower and lower over his mother's arching cunt. The silky thick hair fascinated him as much as the pink lips did. He could inhale the intoxicating scent of his mother's wet cunt, and it caused his cock to jerk and throb in her pumping hand.

"Say something!" she groaned. "Talk to me, Sammy!"

Her ass whipped up and down.

"I don't know!" he cried out as he felt his mother's cunt squeeze his fingers. "Are you gonna come, Mom?"

"If you talk to me," she sobbed. "Ohhh, baby, talk to Mother! Ram your fingers up Mother's wet pussy and talk to me! Talk nasty to me!"

"Aw, Mom," he gasped.

"Please!" she urged. "I want to hear you say those words! Call me names, real nasty names! Please, Sammy!"

"I don't know any…"

"Yes, you do!" she cried. "Call me a cunt! Call me a cock-sucker! Call me an asshole! Call me wicked, beautiful names, darling!"

"You're a… you're a cunt, Mom."

"Ohhhh, louder!"

"You're a cunt!" Sammy gasped loudly.

"Yes, I am!" Laura sobbed, ramming her cunt up and down. She was clutching his cock hard now, pulling at his balls, her eyes glassy with boiling desire. "I'm a cunt, baby! Mother is your cunt! Mother is your hot, wet cunt!"

Sammy giggled, half bashful but mostly with excitement.

"You're my cunt, Mom!" he gasped, inhaling the wet heat of her cunt. His face was only inches above it now. "You're my cunt and my whore and my piece of ass and I love you!"

"Ooohh!" Laura sobbed, her cunt exploding around his vigorously plunging fingers. "My cunt is coming! Sammy, your hot cunt is coming! Feel it… feel Mother's cunt come, darling?"

Sammy felt it.

He saw it.

And his cock felt ready to burst.

Laura, in the throes of a powerful orgasm, jacked on his cock swiftly, gurgling in ecstasy.

"You're gonna make me come, Mom!" Sammy groaned.

"Yes, come!" she hissed.