Kathy Andrews - Flasher mom

"I know it's cramped," she hissed over her shoulder, "but it's all we can find. Please hurry up!"

The man's cock slipped into the fiery heat of her cunt now. Karen gave a soft cry of pleasure as she felt her pussy stretching to accept this unknown man's cock. She shoved her ass back against him as his cock fucked deeper. Although her eyes glazed a bit as the ecstasy flowed through her, she could still see men and women walking past them, only a few feet away. It gave her a strange, perverse thrill to be taking a cock from a total stranger up her cunt in a telephone booth of a very active air terminal. Any one of those passing men and women could have seen what they were doing if they had paid attention, and that, too, excited her.

The booth was much too crowded by the two of them and the man could not get the depth he wanted. About half his cock was all he could fuck into Karen's cunt. Karen, holding the telephone to her face as though carrying on a conversation, thrust her ass back against him, trying to help the man fuck deeper into her fiery pussy. The sensations enveloping her seemed to be scalding. Her eyes were glazed with the pleasure she felt. Even in the cramped booth, she could feel the rounded head of his cock with her highly sensitive cunt lips, could feel his prick throbbing as he fucked in and out. His gasped breaths seared the flesh of her neck as she twisted her ass for him.

Unexpectedly, Karen started coming.

"Ooooo… ohhhh!" she moaned, her eyes closing as the heat of orgasm swept through her like wildfire. Her cunt closed and squeezed at the man's cock, gripping tightly with a convulsive motion.

"Goddamn!" the man snorted. "You're hot, lady!"

Karen made no reply. Her cunt was squeezing his cock hard and wet, drawing on his prick. Her legs were very weak, and, if she had not been pressed against the phone, she would have slumped to the floor.

The man fucked faster and faster into her clasping cunt, as his own discharge swelled inside his balls. Karen grunted hotly, trying to ram her ass back against him in the tight confines, her cunt going through spasm after spasm of ecstatic orgasms. The series of orgasms seemed hotter and more pronounced than any orgasms she had enjoyed before.

It was crazy, like a dream. She was in a phone booth with a man she had never seen in her entire life, fucking swiftly, her cunt convulsing, and people swirled about only a few feet away. Crazy, to be sure, but so very exciting!

"I'm going to come, lady!" the man grunted, fucking his cock as deep as he could under the circumstances. "I'm going to come!"

"Yes! God, yes!" she hissed in a hoarse voice. "Hurry and come! Please, hurry!"

She felt his cock jerking inside her cunt, although she was still gripped by orgasmic ecstasy. She felt his cock become larger inside her pussy, the head of his prick seeming to be the size of a small apple now. The man groaned a sound that would have been a bellow if they had been alone.

The rushing spurts of his come seemed to splash along the satiny walls of her cunt like water from a garden hose with full pressure. His come squirting into her cunt sent Karen into a shaking spasm of final orgasm, an orgasm that brought a tight squeal from her constricted throat.

She was vaguely aware that the man was pulling her panties back up, stuffing his cock into his pants. It was a moment or so before she trusted her legs to move. The man opened the booth and stepped out, Karen following. The man allowed her to lead the way again, back to the waiting room. Again she felt his gaze on her ass, and she could not resist a tempting twitch for him.

Back in the molded chairs again, the man elected to sit next to her, talking. But Karen wasn't interested in conversation with him. She was wondering what had come over her, why she had deliberately fucked this man in such a crowded and public place. It had been shameful of her, something she would never have done before. But Karen could not deny the erotic excitement she had felt.

The man introduced himself, handing Karen a business card, a card she took but didn't look at.

"I live in the city," the man was saying. "Perhaps we could have dinner some evening, a show maybe."

"Please, I have no interest in going out with you," Karen said. "I don't even care to know your name."

"But," the man said, puzzled, "what about, you know, what we did? Surely you'd like to."

"Surely I'd like you to shut up," Karen said.

"But won't you tell me your name?"

"No, I won't," she replied. "Listen, guy."

She faced him. "You got what you wanted, so what's the big deal? A simple fuck doesn't make us asshole buddies, you know. I have no interest or desire in seeing you again, or going out with you, or ever fucking you again, understand?"

"Well, sure… okay," the man said, blushing a little.

Karen crossed her long legs, rocking one foot slowly as she waited for her son's plane to arrive. There was another man sitting across from her now, a man with a paunch and silvery hair. She noticed he was gazing at her thigh, and she smiled to herself, wishing there were time to…

Time…

She glanced at the clock and saw her son's plane had landed a few minutes ago. She turned to see the deplaning passengers, and saw the man she had fucked greeting an attractive woman with two teenagers in tow. One of the teenagers, a very pretty blonde girl, was hanging onto his arm and chattering away excitedly, calling him "Daddy". When the man glanced at her, Karen very deliberately allowed her knees to open so he could have a last peek at her crotch. The man hurried away with his family, not even looking, back at her.

"Asshole," she said under her breath, watching the man swiftly hustle his family away.

She turned her gaze back to the passengers coming through the door, her eyes raking over the silver-haired man across from her. The man's eyes bulged out, his mouth open. She glanced at his pants and saw a spreading stain there. Karen giggled to herself, knowing the man had come off and made a mess in his pants, all because he had seen her open her knees briefly for the departing man and his family.

Somehow, knowing the man had come off in his pants just from seeing the crotch of her panties was even more exciting than fucking that man in the telephone booth. She gave the man a radiant smile, closed her thighs, and searched the crowd for her son.

"Mother?"

She turned toward the voice and saw Tommy a few feet away. With a shock, she realized her son had seen what she had done, exposing herself that way. For a moment she felt ashamed of herself, then saw the bulge in her son's pants.

Getting to her feet, she ran to him, flinging her arms around him and holding him tightly. She kissed his cheek and smoothed his hair back over his forehead.

"I've been waiting and waiting," she said. "You hear so much about planes crashing, and I was worried and your plane was late and…"

Tommy had never heard his mother talk this way, talk so excitedly. He took her hand as they started to retrieve his luggage, trying to hide big hard-on.

Karen knew her son had seen her flash her crotch at those men, but he said nothing about it. She knew, too, that Tommy had a hard-on himself, and she knew he tried to conceal it.

What she had done in the air terminal had been strange behavior for her, but it had excited her tremendously. She had never done anything like that before, but as the impulse to do so came, Karen gave not one more thought about the wrong but flashed the man eagerly. Even then, she had no thought of fucking him, but still, she had done that, too.

In the cab, on the way home, she noticed that her son was unusually quiet, glancing at her knees often. Shivering with that strange feeling again, Karen managed to hike her skirt without being obvious. Feeling her son's gaze on her nyloned knees was turning her on, something she found unusually exciting. Her skirt rested halfway up her thighs, almost to the tops of her nylons. She pretended to look out the window of the speeding cab, letting her son look at her thighs without knowing she was letting him.