Kathy Andrews - Mom_s loving ways

"I can't help it," Robert replied. "You girls could give a statue a hard-on." Denise drove quietly, listening to her son laugh and up about erotic subjects. Her cunt was starting to boil between her thighs, and the crotch of her panties was getting uncomfortably wet. She gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles were white. She was intensely aroused, her nipples painfully hard, tits swollen inside her summer sweater.

Pulling into the driveway, Cindy and Robert got out of the car and grabbed at each other in horse-play as they ran to the front door. They stood waiting for their mother to unlock it, and Denise saw her son rubbing his crotch against his sister's arching tight ass, making Cindy giggle lewdly. She wasn't trying to pull her ass away, either, Denise saw, but twisting it against her brother.

Denise fumbled with the key, her hands shaking with nervous anxiety. Her cunt was about to explode by the time she opened the door and flicked on the lights.

"I'm gonna soak for hours," Cindy said, walking toward the hall, pulling her school sweater off.

Cindy turned briefly, her tits flashing momentarily.

Glancing at the front of her son's jeans, Denise saw his cock bulging. Tossing her purse on the couch, she sat down.

Robert sat beside her. "Mom, you've got to be careful sitting in those bleachers."

"Why, honey?" she asked, trying to keep her eyes from the front of his pants.

"Well, us guys can see," he said. "You know, between your knees."

Denise shivered, then giggled. "You can, really? I had no idea."

"It's kinda hard to keep our mind on practice when we can look up your dress," Robert said, then he gave a quick laugh. "Who wants to practice when we can look at you?"

"Oh," Denise gasped.

"The team thinks you're the most beautiful mother of all," Robert said.

"Thank them for me," Denise murmured and put her arm about her son's shoulders, her eyes darting to the bulge in his pants. She hugged him, pulling his head against her tits. Robert rested his cheek on her tit, his hand on her thigh outside her skirt. She felt the heat of his palm there, and she writhed her ass into the soft cushion. "They're sweet guys."

They could hear Cindy singing softly in the bathroom, and Denise knew her daughter had not closed the door.

She wanted to stroke her son's hard cock, to feel it through his pants. Although Robert was caressing her thigh, it was a while before she realized it. When she did, a shiver shot up and down her spine, and she sucked in a deep breath. Her tits arched against her son's face as she hugged him tight. She stroked her hand up and down his bare arm, and then she gasped. Her son had turned his head a little, nipping at her straining nipple through the light sweater.

"Oh, my God!" Denise moaned, shoving her tit toward his mouth as she gripped his arm hard. "Ohhhh, Robert!"

Denise felt her cunt burning, throbbing, her hair-lined pussy lips becoming puffy, oozing fluids into her already soaked panties. His hand moved boldly on her thigh as he bit gently at her sensitive nipple. Her skirt was coming past her knees, her thighs revealed, and Denise didn't care. She wanted this, wanted it terribly.

She twisted her ass into the cushion and moved her hand to his lap. Drawing her palm up his thigh, she placed it on his cock.

Robert groaned, trying to swallow her tit through her sweater. He gripped her thigh as Denise squeezed his cock, feeling the thick length of it. She rubbed slowly, but hotly and excitedly, and when her son moved his hand beneath her sweater, she made no protest.

Robert cupped his mother's huge tit, squeezing it hard enough to make Denise whimper with pleasure. He tweaked her nipple, then shoved her sweater to her neck, exposing her shapely, straining tits. She heard him draw in a hot gasp of breath, then his lips closed over a nipple, sucking hard and greedily, his tongue licking hot, wet circles on her sensitive flesh.

Denise mewled and pressed her palm down hard on his cock, feeling it throb so sweetly. They kept silent, unable to talk because of the steamy excitement they felt. Robert sucked his mother's tingling, rubbery nipple deeper into his mouth, his lips wide as if trying to take all of her tit into it.

Denise rubbed his cock, moving her hand up and down, feeling the hardness and trying to feel his balls. His jeans were much too tight for her to feel them, and she contented herself by rubbing his cock through his pants.

As he sucked one tit, Robert caressed and stroked and squeezed the other. Denise drew her shoulders back, arching her tits against his face. Groaning hotly, Robert sucked one, then the other, making his mother twist her ass faster on the cushion. Her boiling cunt was on fire now, her clit so rigid it was hurting her with a delicious feeling.

With a sob of ecstasy, Denise grabbed her son's hand and shoved it down, pressing it against her cunt. She parted her legs and pressed Robert's hand between them. She could feel his hand through her skirt and panties, and she closed her thighs tight on his hand. Robert sucked more aggressively on her tit, rubbing his hand up and down his mother's crotch.

Denise pressed and rubbed at his cock harder, drawing his face into her tit with her hand at the back of his head. She pressed down on his throbbing cock, wanting to take it out and close her fingers around it, to stroke it and jack it and make him come in her hand. But the heated urgency they both were feeling would not allow any momentary pause. Denise did not want to remove her hand, even to drag his cock out. She rubbed faster and harder, making her son moan. He pressed his cock into her rubbing hand.

They were panting hard. Denise could tell she would come if her son continued to rub and suck at her tit. The hot pulsation of her cunt sent her pussy lips into a quivering vibration of ecstasy. His cock felt harder and longer than before, and she tried to curl her fingers around it, but his jeans would not allow that. She rubbed and pressed the palm of her hand, burning as his cock throbbed against it. He was groaning with his mouth filled with her swollen tit, and she was gurgling deep in her throat.

They could no longer hear Cindy singing in the bathroom; they were much too excited, much too hot, to hear anything but the erotic roaring in their own heads.

Cindy was finished with her bath. Wrapped in a skimpy towel, her perky tits almost showing, her long legs exposed, Cindy was watching them from the hall. She stood in the open, her lovely eyes smoldering, watching Robert suck hard on her mother's tits, while her mother rubbed frantically now at his hard cock.

"Ooooooh, Robert!" Denise hissed. "Oh, darling! Ahhhhh, baby, baby!"

Her palm rubbed from his crotch, along his cock to the tip, then swiftly down again. She tried to cup his balls in the tight jeans, and failing as before, she kept rubbing the length of his cock. Feeling her son's hand pressing against her cunt, his fingers trying to shove her skirt and panties into it, the heel of his hand smashing her clitoris, Denise whimpered and suddenly came. The tight, boiling contractions of her orgasm caused her ass to twist on the couch, and she rubbed faster and harder on his cock. Her hand was almost a blur of speed, and then she felt her son coming.

Robert grunted against her tit, pressing his gushing cock into his mother's hand. Denise felt the wetness on his jeans as he came. A warm sensation flooded her body. The front of her son's jeans became very wet, and she ran her palm into it, feeling the swollen head of his cock. She rubbed his prick until the pulsating squirts were over, and still kept her hand resting there.

Robert pulled his lips from her tit, then his hand from between her thighs. He looked up at his mother, his eyes swimming with pleasure. Denise gave him a nervous smile, and kissed him quickly on his lips.