Kathy Andrews - Flasher mom

Karen wondered if her son desired her, if he would love to stuff his cock up her cunt, to fuck her, his own mother. She knew most boys Tommy's age were very interested in seeing women, yearning to explore the mysteries beneath their dresses. She also knew that Tommy, just before going to stay with his father had been coming. She had found the evidence of his come in the sheets a day or so before he had left. Apparently he had not come before, she thought. She wasn't sure at what age a boy could discharge, but Tommy had apparently reached that age now. She wondered if seeing her thighs would make him come in his pants the way that silver-haired man had done at the air terminal. It would be nice, she thought, for her to come off as he sat next to her, gazing at her long, creamy legs. It gave her a warm, tingling sensation to think her son could come off by looking at her, that it was her – his mother – who made him spurt that sweetness from the head of his cock.

The cab pulled up before their home and stopped. The house was a sprawling ranch-style home with a well-kept lawn and lots of shrubbery. It was located in a very nice, well-kept neighborhood, showing the affluence of the residents.

Tommy got out as the driver went to the trunk to unload his luggage. He stood a few feet from the open door, watching his mother swing her long legs to the curb. Karen sensed her son's gaze on them, and she paused with one leg outside, the other still in the cab. Her skirt, halfway up her thighs, stretched and parted with her legs. Glancing at her son, she saw him staring directly between her legs. She knew he could see the creamy flesh of her thighs past her nylons as well as the bulge of her cunt in the tight crotch of her skimpy panties. A ripple of strange excitement flowed through her, and she felt a fire licking at her cunt.

She paused this way for a long time, staring at her son's young and handsome face, letting him gaze under her stretched skin. She stayed that way until the driver had deposited his bags on the curb, then she stepped out, smoothing her skirt down over her hips.

After paying the driver, she helped her son carry his suitcases to the house. She paused to search for the key in her purse, feeling her son's gaze burning on her back. The same kind of impulse she had felt at the air terminal came over her, and, before she could truly consider her actions, she dropped her purse.

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, and she bent from the waist to pick it up. Her skirt lifted very high in back, and she knew Tommy could see past her nylons. A twitching of steamy heat flowed through her cunt, and she bent even more, hoping her son could see her panties. Whether he did or not, she had no idea, but thinking that he had excited her.

The house was comfortably cool after the heat of the early afternoon.

"Honey, take your bags to your room," she said. "It's so hot and sticky, I'm taking a shower right away."

"Sure, Mother," Tommy replied, and she caught a quiver in his voice.

She glanced at him, then turned her back and began unbuttoning her blouse as she walked toward the hall. By the time she reached the hall, she had pulled her blouse off. Tommy, she knew, was gazing at her back, seeing the strap of her bra. She hoped his cock was hard again.

Karen took a long shower. By the time she finished and wandered back to the living room, wearing only a robe, she found the place empty. She had been in the shower for some time, and she peeked into Tommy's room. That, too, was empty. Going to the kitchen, she looked out into the back yard where the pool glistened in the sun. Tommy was there, wearing his trunks. She should have known that that was where he would be, she thought with a smile.

Thai she saw the blonde head of Cathy surface near where her son sat. Cathy lived next door. She was a beautiful little girl her son's age. She watched Cathy jump onto the deck, her lithe young body, slender and lovely, dripping water. Cathy was wearing a very tiny polka dot bikini, bright yellow with black dots. Her small tits barely jutted from her chest, and the bottoms of her bikini clung wet and tight to her sweet little ass. The lower cheeks of Cathy's ass were exposed, and the girl made no move to pull the material from the crack of her ass.

Karen watched the girl sit before her son, her legs drawn up with her chin resting on her dimpled knees. Her son, too, sat with his knees up, and a small gasp came from Karen. She could see the head of her son's cock peeking from his trunks, and it was obvious the little girl could, too. She watched her son's cock grow, swelling into hardness. She could not hear what they were saying, but they were talking. Her eyes became fixed upon her son's cock as his prick grew into a full hard-on, the head of his cock now standing from his trunks completely. Although Tommy acted as if he was not showing his cock, it was obvious to Karen that Cathy saw his prick. The girl's eyes sparkled and she was looking directly at Tommy's prick.

Then Cathy darted a hand for Tommy's cock. Karen saw those small fingers grip her son's cock for a brief moment, then Tommy jerked away and dived sideways into the pool.

Seeing her son's cock shook Karen more than she wanted to admit. Her cunt had almost convulsed with orgasm as his cock grew. She wandered through the house, the image of his cock branded on her brain. The heat in her cunt was becoming more pronounced. The way Cathy had reached for Tommy's cock told Karen that this couldn't possibly be the first time she had seen his prick. She wondered how long this had been going on. Cathy had lived next door to them for three years, and Karen knew how close Tommy and the girl were.

Returning to her room, Karen slipped into a pair of bikini panties, leaving her robe on. Taking her nail polish, she went back to the living room and began to paint her toenails.

Hearing her son enter, she looked up and smiled. She had one foot on the couch, half her toenails finished. "Hey, guy; you're dripping water all over the carpet."

"Sorry, Mother," he said and started to turn. But he had caught a glimpse of his mother's thigh.

Karen felt her son's eyes burning on her flesh, and her gaze moved immediately to the front of his wet trunks. His cock swelled before her eyes, straining at the thin fabric of his trunks. She ran her tongue over her lips, knowing her son was watching her. Glancing down, she saw what he was gazing so intently at. Her robe was open, the crotch of her panties showing. But that wasn't all. The dark auburn curls of her cunt swirled around each side of the tight band, and her cunt was outlined, her pussy lips puffy, with the slit clearly showing.

Tommy was not in the least bashful as her gaze went down his body to stop at his throbbing hard-on again. He stared openly at his mother, his eyes showing his excitement at what he saw.

There was a heavy but thrilling tension between them. They didn't speak for a long time, just looked at each other. Finally, Karen spoke, her voice throaty with desire.

"What have you been doing at your father's, honey?" she asked. "Maybe you shouldn't visit him anymore. You're getting older and taking an interest in girls."

"I saw her, too," Tommy said, his gaze never moving from his mother's crotch.

"Saw who? Cathy?"

"Dad's new wife."

"Oh? What do you mean… you saw her, too?"

"Like this," Tommy said. "Only she didn't have panties on."

Karen gasped at her son's boldness. But his boldness excited her. The fact that Tommy wasn't at all shy about seeing her so exposed, his cock so hard, sent a simmering heat about her inner thighs.

"No panties on?" Karen asked, her voice now just a whisper.

"No," Tommy replied. "She wasn't as hairy as you, Mother."

Karen surprised herself now. She stared with open admiration at her son's straining cock. "You don't like a lot of hair, baby?"