Kathy Andrews - Flasher mom

Tommy began to grunt with effort, fucking his cock deep into his mother's asshole. He gazed in the darkness at her head as she bobbed up and down on the man's cock. The man was groaning, pressing at the back of Karen's head. Karen was making hungry sucking sounds, shaking her ass to the beat of her son's cock in her asshole. She held the man's large balls in one hand, her other hand rubbing furiously at her steaming, throbbing clit. The breathing of all three people was loud in the dark theater, and none of them cared. All that mattered was their approaching orgasms.

Tommy fucked hard into his mother's asshole, his cock throbbing. With a groan, he gushed come juice along the velvet-like walls of her ass, squirting hard, flooding her ass with the thick, creamy juices of his hairless balls. Feeling her son shooting into her asshole, Karen sucked swiftly and hungrily on the man's cock, her tongue swirling. She squeezed his hairy balls, but the sudden spurting of thick come into her mouth still came as a surprise. She gave a soft choke as the man's come juice sprayed her throat. She recovered swiftly and began to swallow as she sucked in frenzy. The man came very much, more than she would have expected. Her mouth filled with his come before she could swallow it all, some seeping from the corners of her stretched lips.

When the man finished, she lapped at his cock, licking up any come juice that had escaped her mouth. She mewled with pleasure, then groaned as her son pulled his cock from her still-burning asshole.

When she lifted her face, the man started to stuff his cock back into his pants.

"I'm not through," Karen said, grabbing his cock. "You can get hard again, can't you?"

"I think so," the man whispered back.

Tommy watched his mother, by now realizing that she was almost insatiable and that he would never be able to keep her completely satisfied. He didn't mind. He liked to watch her fucking, too.

Karen fondled the man's cock and brought his prick to a lovely hardness again. She leaned down and gazed at his cock in the dim theater, then darted her tongue to his balls. She swirled her tongue about his hairy balls, licking them eagerly, making soft mewls once more.

"You gonna fuck him now, Mother?" Tommy whispered.

"Mother? What the hell is this?" the man asked.

Karen sat upright. "That's none of your fucking business, guy," she said, holding his cock. "Do you want to fuck or not?"

"Shit!" the man said, trying to see them clearly. "Is this your son, lady?"

Karen started smoothing her skirt dawn. "What's it to you if he is? A fuck is a fuck."

"Hey, that's right. Don't get pissed, lady," the man said quickly. "Whatever turns you on, I always say."

"That's better," Karen said, taking his cock in her hand again. "Now, do you want to fuck?"

"Hell yes!"

Karen climbed onto the man's lap, facing him, spreading her legs about his. The seat was small and cramped, but she could find a way to fuck him. She lifted her legs and slid them up onto the man's shoulders, leaning her back against the seat behind her. Tommy pulled her skirt up, watching his mother stuff the man's cock into her cunt. When they started fucking, he fondled her tits with both hands, knowing she loved to be felt and fondled at times like this.

The moist sounds of the man's cock fucking in and out of his mother's cunt seemed loud to Tommy. He looked around to see if anyone was noticing, but everyone was watching the screen, seeing naked tits jiggling and bobbing. He wasn't interested anymore. He had something more exciting to watch. He watched his mother squirm her ass about, watched the man's cock fuck into her cunt hard and fast.

Karen threw her head back, moaning softly with ecstasy, not caring if they were seen. She loved the thickness of the man's cock fucking into her boiling cunt, loved it also because her son was watching and playing with her tits.

"Oh, good!" Karen whispered, twisting her ass, her knees on the man's shoulder. "So fucking good! God, I love a hard cock fucking me!"

She twisted and ground her cunt on the man's prick, churning in her awkward position. Already she could feel her cunt throbbing with impending orgasm, her hairy pussy lips sucking and squeezing the man's prick with that churning motion she had no control over.

Tommy leaned forward and started sucking one of her tits, drawing the long, hard nipple into his mouth. Karen pulled her son's face tightly against her tit, whimpering hotly as her orgasm swelled and burned between her thighs.

"Oooo, I'm about to come!" she said, catching herself to keep from screaming the words. "Oh, I'm going to come!"

The words had hardly escaped her mouth when her cunt bubbled into a tight, steaming orgasm. Her cunt started sucking at the man's cock, and her pussy was so hot and tight that he couldn't resist. With a grunt, his cock spewed stream after stream of thick come juice into her greedy pussy. Karen's body trembled with ecstasy, and her orgasm was hardly over when the movie ended.

Suddenly, the house lights came on. "Oh!" she squealed, scrambling off the man and jerking her blouse up. She shoved her skirt down quickly and sat in her seat, looking around as people started leaving the theater. The man, she saw, had crossed his legs swiftly to conceal his cock, not having enough time to stuff his prick into his pants.

Tommy, however, had pulled his pants up as soon as his mother had started fucking the man.

"I'd like to know you better," the man said, smiling at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "You could become a habit."

Now that Karen had satisfied herself, she no longer wanted anything to do with the man. "That's it," she said. "There'll be no more."

"Your phone number?" the man pressed.

"Time to go, Tommy," Karen said, getting to her feet.

The man shot his hand up her skirt and grabbed a cheek of her ass. "Come on, we could have a real ball. You, me, and your son, lady."

"Fuck off, asshole," Karen said, shoving his hand from under her skirt. "You've had your ball. Be happy with what you got."

Having a late snack at home, Karen and her son laughed again about what had happened at the movie.

"Can you imagine," she said, "that son of a fucking bitch wanted to come home with us. What does he think we are?"

"He wanted more, Mother."

"Of course he did," she agreed. "That's what pisses me off about some of these assholes, Tommy. They can't be happy with what they get. They want some long-term bull-shit. It's a turn-on for them at first, but when you stay with a guy for awhile, he starts the jealous shit; gets possessive, and tries to stop a girl from doing the things that attracted him in the first place. Assholes, all of them!"

"No, baby." She smiled at him. "You're certainly not an asshole. You don't mind what I'm doing, do you? You enjoy it, too, right?"

Tommy nodded his head, grinning at her.

"You'd never become possessive and jealous of me, would you, darling?"

"I like to watch you fucking, Mother," he said. "I like to watch about as much as I like to do it."

"We're a team, baby," she said, stroking his young face. "We're a perfect team."

"You know what I'd like to do?" he asked. "I'd like to fuck Cathy."

Karen grinned lewdly at him. "Who wouldn't? She's a sweet girl, and she has one of those bodies that make a cock nice and hard. Why don't you fuck her?"

Tommy blushed faintly. "I'm not sure she would. She looks at my cock and grabs it sometimes, but I don't know if she'd fuck, Mother."

"All girls fuck under the right circumstances," she said. "Maybe you need some help."

"What can you do?"

"What happened at the sandwich shop?"

"Yeah, but that woman wanted to suck your cunt. Cathy wouldn't do that?"