Kathy Andrews - Harder! Mom said

"Fuck me, Mom!" Brien yelped in a tight voice, unable to be still. He arched his hips up, trying to drive his cock into her quivering stomach. "Fuck my cock… fuck my cock! Ahhh, your cunt is hot and wet… fuck me, Mom!"

"Yes, yes!" Sabrina yelled, tossing her hips in all directions as an orgasm swelled inside her body. "I'll fuck that cock! I'll fuck your Goddamn cock off with hot, hairy cunt, baby! Oooo, I'm going to fuck it until you come… make that hard cock come all over the fucking place!"

"In your pussy, Mom!" Brien groaned, arching high and staring with unfocused eyes at her cunt riding him swiftly. "I'm going to come right in your hairy pussy, Mom!"

"Ooo, yes! Come in mother's hairy cunt, darling!"

Sabrina slammed down onto her son's cock hard, grinding her pussy about in a frenzy. Her cunt went into tight, steaming convulsions. Her pussy flexed and squeezed at her son's cock at the base. She was holding his balls tight against the crack of her ass. She shuddered as the orgasm closed about her, her pussy seeming to rip apart with the liquid ecstasy. She screamed loudly, her whole body shaking with the force of the orgasm.

"I'm going to… come!" Brien shouted.

Sabrina, through the power of her own orgasm, felt her son's cock spurt. The hot, thick come juice spattered the velvety insides of her pussy, increasing the force of her orgasm. Her hairy cunt squeezed and sucked at her son's cock, desperate to have that sweetness filling her.

It seemed to Sabrina that her son came so powerfully up her cunt, she could taste it in her throat. She threw her head back, her tits arching and lifting to the ceiling. She screamed as a second orgasm shot through her body. Sabrina could no longer thrust her ass up and down. She could only sit astride her son, his cock deep inside her cunt, and come and come and come.

Slumping forward when her orgasm was over, she smashed her tight tits against her son's chest. She wrapped her arms about his head and hugged him tightly, her cunt still gripping his drained cock.

After a few moments, she lifted her head and looked at her son. She saw no shame on his young face, only pleasure. With a small sob of ecstasy, Sabrina pressed her lips to his, kissing him with a sucking, writhing pleasure.

"You're a good fuck, Mom," he said when he lifted her mouth from his.

Sabrina sat up on him, her cunt still clinging to his cock. "You've fucked someone else?"

"Aw no, Mom," he said, grinning up at her as he closed his fingers about her tits. "You're the first. But I know you're a good fuck."

"So are you, Brien," she said, climbing off him. She stood at his side, her legs shaking with weakness. His cock glistened wetly, his balls looking loose now.

She saw him shift his eyes and knew he was looking under her skirt, seeing her hairy cunt.

"I hope you won't…" she started to say, then turned from him going to her bedroom.

As she soaked her heated body in the tub, she completed to herself what she was going to say to her son.

She hoped he would not make her do something horrible.

Yet she sensed somehow, that her son would soon force her into doing things that would truly humiliate her, make her feel shame. If he did, there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She had given herself totally to him, committed her body to him, as he had said.

Sabrina knew, despite the shame she would feel, that she wanted her son to degrade her, to make her feel shame. That was part of the excitement to her. At first, she had felt very little real excitement, only shame. But last night, she felt more excitement than shame. It was strange, she thought, that shame and desire and erotic ecstasy could go together this way.

She looked up as her son entered the bathroom, sitting on the toilet to watch her bathe. She smiled lovingly at him and ran the sponge over her tits. "Want to wash me, honey?" she asked. "Any place you want to wash."

He grinned and began to soap her shapely tits, playing more than washing. When he scrubbed at her back, she squealed when he shoved his hand under the water and tried to slip a finger into the crack of her ass. But she was sitting on it and he failed. She lay back in the tub, her cunt hair wet. She lifted a long, slender thigh and felt warm as he washed it.

While her son scrubbed at her body, she told him of her dreams, of all the details. She saw his face as he listened and his eyes changed – became hot and she shivered, thinking she may have made a mistake in telling him.

"And you loved the feeling, Mom?" he asked. "I mean about being humiliated that way?"

She nodded, unable to lie to him.

"Do those dreams make you come?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"I bet you like being told what to do that way," Brien said. "I bet if I did things just like in your dreams, you'd come good, Mom."

"Probably," she replied. "I'd feel horribly ashamed, but yes… I'd come, I'm sure."

"What if I told you to go outside naked?"

"Brien, you wouldn't!" she said, fear in her voice that he might do just that. "I don't think I'd like…"

"You promised, Mom," he said.

"I know what I promised, darling. But I thought it would be just for you and me."

"That would be for us. Just because someone might see your ass or cunt… I bet you'd come."

Sabrina shook her head. "No, that would…"

"I won't ask you to do that," he broke in, "but I might do this."

He stood up at the edge of the tub, his body still naked. He took his cock in one hand and arched his hips forward. Thinking he wanted her to kiss his cock, Sabrina began to shove her face forward.

And Brien pissed.

"Oh!"

The shock of what he was doing froze her. She watched the piss streaming from his cock, splashing against her tits and neck. He was laughing hilariously and Sabrina couldn't move out of the way. Her face registered her shock and surprise. She felt the piss splashing on her tits and neck – feeling the heat of it and a sudden convulsion shook her. Her cunt bubbled into an orgasm, surprising her even more.

"Oh, stop!" she said but there was no force in her words. Her eyes burned on his cock, watching her son piss about her tits, hearing him laugh with delight.

After what seemed a very long time to Sabrina, he finally stopped.

"Why did you do that, Brien?" she asked, her voice husky. "Why did you piss on me?"

"I just wanted to," he replied.

I can accept that, Sabrina thought, admitting to herself it had excited her. I can accept my son pissing on me, but I won't go outside naked. That would be going too far. I'll do almost anything he wants but not that.

Brien watched her towel her tall, slim body and when she started to dress, he told her he wanted her naked, for her to go about the house naked so he could see all of her body. "I want to see those goodies, Mom," he said.

So for most of the day Sabrina was naked. She felt good and free. It was nice being naked with her son, she thought. Just like one of those places where people take their clothes off outside and play volleyball and things – a nudist's place.

Since they were enjoying warm weather, she was quite comfortable in the house without her clothing.

Before dinner, Brien's cock was throbbingly hard and Sabrina loved seeing it that way. She was sitting on the couch, still naked for him. Scooting her ass to the edge of the cushions, she spread her legs wide. Her hair-rimmed cunt shone with wetness, her clitoris protruding from the moist folds. She knew her son loved looking between her long thighs, loved seeing her hairy cunt.

Brien knelt between her thighs, running his hands about her cunt and inner thighs, creating a steaming desire in her. She writhed her ass about as he pressed and probed at her cunt, twisting at her clitoris and plunging a finger into her now and then. She was building to an explosive orgasm just by his feeling hands.