Kathy Andrews: Coming onto mom

Suddenly, her crotch jerked, smashing her cunt into the girl's face. The eruption was unbelievable. Every inch of Joan's slender body exploded with the most intense ecstasy she had ever experienced. She cried out as she came, her cunt gripping in tight contractions about the girl's thrusting tongue. She felt a pressure against her asshole, and a sob of pleasure came from her when the girt unexpectedly rammed her finger up her ass. This unusual sensation triggered another orgasm in Joan, and she began to sob with the intense explosions. She was coming in such intense waves of ecstasy, she hardly realized this exquisite girl was fucking her in the ass with her finger as her tongue fucked her cunt.

As the orgasms began to fade, she was only vaguely aware when the girl slipped her finger out of her ass, when she pulled her tongue from the tightness of her cunt. She lay limply on the desk, mewling softly as the girl kissed and licked at her inner thighs, the tip of her tongue swirling up and down the sides of her cunt lips.

"So sweet," the girl whispered, stroking her fingers through the cunt hair. "You have a sweet, hot cunt. And so juicy!"

The girl pressed her face once again into Joan's still-twitching cunt, it. Then the girl stood, caressing her hands along Joan's thighs to her stomach. Joan stirred, scooting off the desk and bending to pull her jeans on. The girl stroked her ass, then moved behind the desk as Joan pulled her jeans up and buttoned them, tugging the zipper upward.

She looked at the girl, who returned to her chair, sitting down primly. The girl ignored ha, and Joan began to wonder if it had really happened. She pecked under the desk, and the girl had her knees closed, her short white uniform skirt pulled down.

Impossible, she told herself. It was just a wild daydream. It didn't happen at all…

Inside the doctor's office, Billy sat on the examining table. His mother had just left, but his cock continued to stand up beneath his white Jockey shorts.

Nancy, the lovely doctor, stood back a pace or so, looking at him. Taking her stethoscope, she listened to his chest and lungs. She tapped his knees and elbows. She looked into his throat and ears. Her examination was swift and professional. Finished, she sat down at her small desk and wrote her findings in his chart. Billy watched her, his interest already aroused by looking up the receptionist's skirt. He had not lost his hard-on during the physical.

As Doctor Nancy sat at the desk, the smock parted, exposing an expanse of a creamy thigh, halfway up. Billy's eyes gazed there. From the corners of her eyes, she was watching the boy. Putting her pen down, she turned in the chair, facing him. Leaning on her elbow, she slumped, still looking at him with a supposedly professional interest. She saw a young boy, slim, but well nourished. He was good-looking, his chest hairless, as were his thighs.

Billy swung his feet back and forth. He wasn't the least bit nervous, nor did he show any embarrassment because his cock was still hard.

Nancy ran her eyes up and down the boy's body. She was interested in young boys Billy's age, very interested. In fact, her interest in young boys was so great, she had difficulty keeping her hands off their bodies when she examined them. Sometimes she could touch them intimately with a pretense of medical interest, but she was very careful, choosing the boys that accepted it as part of her examination.

Looking at Billy, she thought he wouldn't protest where she touched. He had a hard-on, already, which was a good sign to her. Looking at the clock, she saw she had kept Billy in her office longer than her allotted fifteen minutes. But her excitement was growing. She was sure his mother wouldn't come barging in. She had been watching Joan and Billy for some time. Joan wore tight, sexy clothing, and Nancy was certain she understood Joan very well.

Joan was, she decided, starved for sex. She was just as certain that Joan, once aroused, would be wild with a man or woman. Nancy was also sure that Billy would not only enjoy the things she wanted to do with him, but that he would keep his mouth shut, too. He wouldn't be like the last young boy, who had cried to his mother. The woman had been furious, threatening lawsuits and all kinds of things.

Nancy's eyes dropped to Billy's straining cock. She ran her tongue over her lips. She let her knees part, exposing a good expanse of her thighs. She saw Billy's cock jerk, and a smile spread over her face. Billy was, she knew, very interested in looking at girls.

Billy looked between Doctor Nancy's legs without shame. He could almost see all the way up. And he wanted to. Doctor Nancy read his expression, and smiled at him. Getting to her feet, she stood before him.

"Billy," she said, her voice soft, "you're in excellent health. There does, however, seem to be a slight problem. I can certainly fix it, though."

She rested her warm palms on his thighs, and when she began to caress them, Billy's body shivered.

"I'll fix it, but you've got to promise never to tell, not even your mother," she said.

"Why?" Billy asked innocently. "Because she might not understand," Doctor Nancy said in a low, throaty voice. "I'll fix the problem, but it must be between you and I, no one else."

"Sure, Doctor Nancy," Billy agreed. "You'll have to remove your shorts." Her hands had stroked up his thighs to his hips, and she began to pull his shorts down. She pulled them slowly, teasing herself. Her eyes stared down at his cock, her tongue licking across her lips. Billy lifted his ass. He wasn't worried; he'd been naked in front of Doctor Nancy many times. His shorts caught on his cock, and Doctor Nancy paused.

"It will be our secret, okay?" Billy nodded, a grin on his face. Doctor Nancy slipped his shorts down, gasping as she saw his hard-on. Her hands trembled as she pulled his shorts from his feet. Tossing them onto her chair, she stood gazing at his cock, his young balls. Her tits swelled, nipples straining. Her cunt began seeping juices, her clit turning hard. Billy's cock and balls were just what she desired. She didn't care for men, only young boys. She preferred the boy not to have hair at the base of his cock, or on his balls. Yet, she wanted the boy to come, to squirt that delicious juice out of his balls, up his cock. There were not many, she had found that could come without some hair. But Billy.

His cock and balls were naked. His cock was beautiful, the cockhead smooth and swollen, shining. His little piss hole had a glistening drop of fluid on it. That was enough evidence to her that Billy could come. His precious balls looked full, too.

"Lie back, honey," Doctor Nancy whispered, her voice barely controlled.

Billy lay back on the examining table, his cock standing straight up. Doctor Nancy rested a hand on his thigh, the other on his stomach. Her eyes glowed hotly at his cock.

"Now, Billy," she whispered, "I'm going to fix this. Remember, you're not to say anything about it. Promise?"

Billy nodded his head.

Doctor Nancy moved her hand up his thigh. She lightly probed a fingertip at his balls. Billy moaned as she closed her hand about his balls… She squeezed tenderly, making a soft gasping sound. Her hand moved up to his cock. Closing her fingers about his hard-on, she pumped slowly, feeling the delicious heat of his prick, the beautiful way it throbbed in her fist.

"Beautiful," she murmured. She cupped his balls again in her left hand, sliding her other hand downward. She closed her fist about his cock tightly. "Remember, Billy, not a word to anyone. I won't fix this if you tell."

"I won't tell, Doctor Nancy," Billy said, squirming his naked ass on the table. "I promise."

Doctor Nancy began moving her hand up and down his cock, clinging to his balls with the other hand. She was making soft hissing sounds of pleasure. Billy watched the doctor's hand jacking his cock.