Kathy Andrews: Suck-loving mother

Debra pounded faster on her son's cock, her fist flying back and forth. The hard feel of his prick in her hand was good, her flesh tingling. She knew she was going to make him cum. It was too late to stop now, she felt.

"Oohhh, Mom! That's good, Mom!"

"Jerry, baby." His gush of cum juice startled her.

She saw his cock squirt, and before she could react, cum spattered the front of her dress. Her fist halted in surprise, but then she began to pump as fast as she could, watching the thick, creamy juice gush from his cock and over the front of her dress. Jerry gasped and shuddered, spurting powerfully and rapidly.

She clung to his cock, feeling it deflate in her fist. She felt a little ashamed of what she had done, but not so much to stop the deep, searing pulsations of her cunt. As his cock softened in her hand, she pulled, watching a final drop of cum-juice drip from his cock-head. She slipped her fist off and over his cock-head, feeling the juice with her palm. Debra didn't think she could stand up, she felt so weak, and her cunt seemed ready to explode with an orgasm.

"That was good, Mom," Jerry said. "I needed that."

Debra lifted her eyes to see his face. Jerry was grinning at her, not in the least ashamed.

"It was… it was wicked of me," she finally said softly. "That wasn't supposed to have happened, honey."

"I wanted you to do it," he said, standing under the spray of the shower.

Debra remained on her knees, watching the lather wash away. She stared at his cock and balls. It appeared as if he were pissing in the shower, but it was only the water streaming down his body, she was sure.

She managed to stand, and her legs trembled. She gazed at her son a moment, then turned and left him. She clamped her hands together, her mind whirling with what she had done. She entered her room, feeling anxiety like never before. She closed her door quietly, and stood near her bed, her head bowed, eyes closed. She kept seeing her son's cock, kept feeling his prick in her fist, squirting cum-juice over the front of her dress.

She looked down and saw the wet place on her dress, the glistening juice of her son's balls. She carefully removed her dress, and stood in bra and panties. His cum-juice had seeped through her dress and her bra was moist, so she removed that, too. Since her panties were drenched with her own juices, she stepped out of them.

And still she stood near her bed. She was only vaguely aware of her hands running over her body, stroking her full, straining tits, touching her tingling nipples, sliding over her hips and to the shapely swell of her creamy ass, then around in front and through the soft curls of her cunt. She shuddered when the tip of her finger touched her bulging clit. Her hips jerked and her cunt sucked inward.

She came, swiftly and without warning.

She stood, shaking, cumming hard, with only the tip of one finger pressing her clit. Then, as the spasms receded, she sank to her knees, then finally to her ass, leaning her head on the edge of her bed. Her eyes glistened with wetness, part out of shame, part out of passion. She knew she couldn't take much more, not after jacking her son off. She knew there was no way she could survive it if her hand touched his cock again. She would force her son to fuck her, force him to shove his deliciously hard cock up her cunt and fuck her and fuck her.

In the past, Debra had never been all that passionate. She could take sex or leave it. But seeing her son's cock so hard changed all that. She wasn't strong enough to avoid fucking now. She felt like a different person, a woman who now had a raging hot cunt that made crazy demands, demands that Debra was slowly giving in to. Grabbing his cock was only the beginning, she knew.

She rested her head on the bed, sitting on the floor naked, and the time passed. Her thoughts were deep, and she couldn't decide what to do. She couldn't stay away from Jerry, avoid him. She was his mother, responsible for his well being. There was no one in the family but the two of them. Debra was an orphan, and if it weren't for her, Jerry would be an orphan. There was no one she could send him to, no one for him to spend time with until she could get herself together.

She thought how eager Jerry had been for her to stroke his cock, the way he had pushed his prick toward her, telling her to wash it. She had not expected him to do that. But he had, and she had washed his cock, washed it so fast he came all over the front of her dress.

She heard a soft knock on her bedroom door.

"Mom, it's time for dinner," Jerry called.

"I'll be out soon," she replied, not moving. She fingered the bedspread, picking at it, her thoughts spinning in confusion. She didn't want to allow her deep hungers to dominate her, devour her.

"Mom!" Jerry called again, and he opened her door.

Debra heard the door open, but she stayed on the floor, her head resting on the edge of the bed. Jerry stood looking in at her. He could see she was naked, see her smooth back and the curve of her ass. He could see the thrust of one tit, but not her nipple. His eyes brightened as they gazed about his mother's naked body.

Debra knew she was naked, knew her son was looking at her, and yet she didn't move. She kept picking at the bedspread, but inside her body, she was a ball of hot, raging desire.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Jerry came close, and she could almost feel him, smell his scent. She lay still, quietly, not looking at him.

"Mom," Jerry said, squatting down and putting his hand on her shoulder.

Debra's breath caught in her throat as she stiffened up.

"Aw, come on, Mom," Jerry said soothingly. "It was only a hand-job. It doesn't mean anything."

Debra shuddered, taking a deep breath. She lifted her head and looked into his face.

Her hand darted for his crotch.

"A hand-job!" she hissed. "It was only a hand-job, was it? Jerry, I want more than some Goddamn hand-job!"

She squeezed his crotch, hard.

Jerry gasped.

"I don't want to give you a hand-job, Jerry!" she said, fighting to keep from screaming her hungers at him. "I don't want to jack you off, do you hear me? I want… I want…"

She grabbed his shoulder with her other hand, holding his balls inside his pants with the other, and smashed her mouth onto his. She kissed her son deep and hard, then pulled back, but left her palm holding his balls.

"That's what I want, damn it!" she hissed. She began working at his pants, trying to open them. But he was squatting down, and it was difficult. "Stand up!"

Jerry stood, watching her with startled eyes, but making no move to prevent her from opening his pants. Debra jerked his belt open, then grabbed the zipper of his pants and pulled it down swiftly. She reached into his pants and pulled his cock out, squeezing his prick tightly.

"I want more than just giving you hand-jobs, Jerry," she said, her voice low and husky. "I want it all, every bit of it!"

"Mom, why didn't you tell me?" Jerry asked.

"Because this is wicked, Jerry!" she replied. "You're not supposed to… I'm not supposed to do this. But can't help it! I want to! I want to feel your cock, see it hard, play with it!"

Jerry stood with his cock in her hand, grinning happily. "I don't mind, Mom."

Debra pulled at her son's cock, stretching it, feeling his cock-shaft stiffen.

"Damn you!" she hissed.

She feverishly jerked at his pants, dragging them to his knees. He stood with his cock and balls showing, looking very erotic to her with his pants down that way. She clutched at his balls, feeling the heat of them in one hand, her other pushing and puffing on his swelling prick. Her eyes flashed hotly, her lips parted as she made excited, hissing sounds of pleasure. She had turned on the floor, sitting with her feet drawn beneath her ass, and Jerry was staring down a her tits as she fondled his cock and balls.