Kathy Andrews - Coming onto mom

Joan's head twisted from side to side on the bed, her hair flying. Tremors of lewd ecstasy rippled up and down her flesh.

Billy released his mother's hips and grabbed her tits in both hands. He smashed them, squeezed them, making his mother cry out with delight. Her hips churned and bounced, her cunt sucking at his cock in a furious, hungry heat. Gurgles kept coming from her throat, her eyes opening and closing. Her hips bounced as her son rammed his cock with powerful stabbing motions. The base of his cock smashed time and again upon her painfully distended clit, sending the most delicious feeling of fire throughout her naked body. Wet, sucking sounds came from between them, increasing the wild excitement they felt.

"Oooo, yes, yes!" Joan gurgled, slamming her cunt hard onto her son's pounding cock. "So good, so fucking good, Billy! Oh, baby, baby, give it to me! Hurt me, darling, hurt mother's cunt! Bruise mother's cunt… fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!"

Billy had never heard his mother saying those things before. Her words sent a burning heat up and down his body, and her cunt was grabbing at his cock every time he started to pull backwards, the hairy cunt lips squeezing. He felt his balls tighten, drawing up to the base of his cock. They were no longer swinging, and each fuck-thrust into his mother's cunt smashed them against her ass.

"All the way, darling!" Joan urged, grunting as she slammed her ass up and down, meeting his wild cock-thrusts with her cunt. "Fuck me all the way… any way, every way! Oooo, give that cock to me, darling! Fuck me fast and hard!"

Billy fell across his mother's body, his hips ramming in a frenzy, fucking his cock as deep as he could. He closed his mouth about one of his mother's swollen tits, sucking harshly on her nipple. One hand jerked downward to her hip, sliding under and gripping a smooth cheek of her bouncing ass. His other hand clutched her tit, his fingers digging into the spongy tit flesh almost brutally. The more he squeezed her tit, the harder he sucked her nipple, the more ecstasy Joan experienced. She released her grip on the mattress, grabbing at his bouncing ass. She dug her hands into his ass cheeks, pulling him between her thighs. She lifted her feet from the floor, wrapping her silky legs about his small body, beating her heels at his thighs.

"Fuck it, fuck it!" she screamed. "Fuck that cunt! Fuck mother's cunt with that hard cock, baby! Ohhhh, I want it all in me! I want your cock and your balls all inside my hot cunt, baby!"

Billy noisily sucked at his mother's tit, bouncing his ass up and down. His cock seemed bigger then he remembered, and the wetness of his mother's cunt caused it to fuck in and out easily. The heat seemed consuming, devouring his cock. His balls were getting tighter and tighter, and the feeling of climax was growing swiftly.

Joan felt her son's cock swelling and throbbing with the sensitive lips of her cunt. The friction of his cock sliding between the gripping wetness was causing a rippling sensation in her stomach. The orgasm was turning very hot, so hot she could hardly stand it.

"Oh, baby! You're going to make me… ooooo! Darling, baby, honey! You're going to make mother… ohhh, yes! You're going to make me come!"

Her hips twisted in tight circles as she began to grind in a frenzy onto his thrusting cock. The orgasm kept swelling, almost excruciating now. It was so close, yet so far away. She sobbed with tormented ecstasy, straining to make her orgasm explode. Still, she could feel her son's cock throbbing deep inside her cunt. The more it throbbed, the more pleasure she felt. She slammed her cunt hard onto his prick, grinding in a frantic attempt to make her cunt come. She moaned and whimpered, and suddenly she came.

"Ooooo, God!" she shrieked as the orgasm exploded. Her hips jerked as her cunt began gripping and sucking at his prick.

Billy could not resist the hot gripping of his mother's cunt. He fucked into her cunt, forcing his cock as deep as he could, and grunted.

The boiling thick come juice spewed, splashing into his mother's spuming pussy. Feeling it, Joan screamed again as her cunt started to go through a series of multiple orgasms. She had never experienced that before, and her mind seemed to explode along with her cunt. The ecstasy was unbearable, and she loved it. She came and came, her hairy cunt gripping and contracting around her son's jizz-gushing cock.

"Come, come, come!" she screamed, her hands rushing up from his ass to hug him tightly to her tits. "Give it all to me, Billy! Come in my cunt… fill mother's hot pussy with thick, sweet come juice! Oh, God… I'm starved for that come juice, darling! Drown me with it… drown mother's cunt with come juice!"

Billy was still sucking on her nipple, stretching it as he came in her cunt. To Joan, it seemed as if her son's cock would never stop squirting. Her pussy filled, and his cock cream began to seep from the lips of her pussy. She felt it seeping out, running along the cheeks of her ass, into the ass crack and wetting her puckering asshole. She had never felt anything like it before. Her son came so much, more than she would have ever suspected.

His balls empty, finally. Billy slumped on his mother's naked body, gasping. Joan hugged his hips with her creamy thighs, caressing her hands up and down his back. She shivered with pleasure, surprised at what they had done. She was more surprised at herself than with Billy. He was young, feeling his sexuality bubbling hotly. She was his mother, and she felt she should have known better.

Yet, Joan had allowed her cunt to guide her thoughts, allowed her pussy to cause this. Part of it was, she knew, because of that pretty receptionist. She had allowed that to happen because her need had been so long denied, and she had allowed her son to fuck her because that gnawing need had been awakened by what happened in the doctor's office.

But Billy.

Why had he suddenly shown such an interest in her, his own mother? Joan didn't understand that. Looking up the girl's dress had started it, of course. But wouldn't her son have wanted to fuck that girl, instead of her, his mother? The truth of that, she realized, was that she, his mother, was available where the girl in the office had not been. She had undressed while he stood watching her, and the fact that she had not known it did not relieve her of guilt. She could have covered herself when she found out he was looking, but she hadn't.

All it took was for her son to say he wanted to fuck her, and she was on her back, legs open. It was a disgrace.

"Please, Billy," she whispered. "Get off me."

Billy pulled his cock free of her cunt, looking down at her. Feeling ashamed now, Joan tried to hide her nakedness from him.

"Go away, honey," she whispered. "Don't look at me, please."

Billy left her, and Joan began to sob, but she wasn't sure whether her crying was with delight, or guilt.

Joan tried to avoid contact with her son. She found herself looking at him when he was occupied with something, remembering how his cock had felt, how he had fucked her. She wanted him to grab her and fuck her again, throw her to the floor and ram his cock up her cunt.

But she didn't make any move that would encourage him. She felt ashamed of her wanton behavior. But her shame failed to make her desire any less. There was a hunger between her legs, a hunger she couldn't deny. She wanted her son's cock up her cunt, wanted it with increasing desperation, yet she didn't know how to go about letting him know she wanted a repeat of what happened a few days ago. She couldn't bring herself to expose her body the way the girl did in the doctor's office, although she wanted to. That, she knew, would get her son's attention. And that, too, bothered her. Why wasn't Billy after her, try to feel her up?