Kathy Andrews: My red-hot mom

"Bobby, honey… you want to look at girls – then look at me. Maybe then you'll…"

Linda couldn't say anymore. She couldn't explain to herself why she was doing this with her son. All she knew was that she was burning up. She trembled as she pulled her dress up her thighs, pausing for a moment before she lifted it to her waist.

Bobby's eyes grew big as he stared at his mother, seeing her bikini panties and the shadow of her pussy hair through the thin nylon.

Leaning back, she drew one knee onto his bed, trembling feverishly as her son stared at the stretching crotch of her panties. She felt as if she was about to come.

"You called your sister a cunt-face, Bobby. And you don't even know what that is. This is a cunt, Bobby!"

Linda ran a finger into the tight crotch of her panties and yanked it far to one side.

Bobby groaned loudly as he gazed at his mother's cunt. Her pussy was surrounded by soft, curly hair, the pink flesh looking so wet and hot. He swallowed nervously, grabbing his cock.

"Take your hands," Linda said, a little too harshly.

"But, Mom…"

"Look at it," she interjected. "You want to see a cunt? Then look at my cunt! But from now, you don't ever lift up a girl's dress at school. You don't call your sister names. Now, look at my cunt and have yourself a ball… but you're going to have to behave from now on. Am I making myself understood, Bobby?"

Showing her cunt to her son had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, and now she found herself ready to come with such force that it was almost frightening to her. She saw his cock lurching inside his pants.

"Bobby, it's okay," she said very tenderly. "I know it hurts. You can take it out. It will feel better if you do."

Bobby frantically clawed at his pants, releasing his cock. It lurched up from his open fly, and Linda gasped, staring hotly at his prick. She was surprised to see that his cock was so thick and long.

"Oh, my!" she cried softly.

She leaned back slightly, one knee up on his bed, her other foot on the floor, holding her legs wide apart for him. She felt her clit pulsate. The edge of one finger brushing against her cunt, and she felt wetter than ever in her life. She gazed at the head of her son's cock, watching beads of juice form on the tiny piss-hole. Her ass began to writhe. The urge to take her son's cock in her fist and jack him off swiftly was very strong.

Bobby stared hypnotically at his mother's cunt.

Linda watched his young body start to shake. He had a glazed look in his wide open eyes.

"Bobby… ohhhh, Bobby!" she moaned. "Ohhhhh, Bobby?"

Her ass jerked, lifting off the bed.

Linda gasped and whimpered, biting her lip. Her orgasm had been so unexpected, yet so powerful, she couldn't believe what was happening. Her cunt seemed to open and close as she came, her clit vibrating hotly. The contractions shook her from head to toe.

She calmed slowly, but the heat did not fade.

"What happened. Mom?" Bobby asked.

"Nothing," she sighed. "Yes, something did happen, but I can't tell you what it was, Bobby. Later… some day, you might understand."

She started to get off his bed, but Bobby's hand on her knee stopped her.

"No, not yet, Mom! Please, not yet!" Bobby ran his hand up her thigh, into her panties, leaning over to look closely at her pussy.

Linda sat there as he gazed, shaking once more, unable to move or to stop him.

She heard him breathe deeply, the back of his hand resting on her thigh near her cunt as he held her panties to one side. She began to moan softly.

"Mom, it's… you're beautiful, Mom."

"That's enough, Bobby," she replied weakly, trying to push his hand away. "Bobby, you've looked long enough."

"Mom, I gotta cum!"

The hot gush of his jizz flew from his pisshole, landing on her thigh, scalding her flesh.

She stared at his cock as he came, sending spurt after spurt of come juice on her thigh until it was drenched from crotch to knee.

Bobby grunted and gasped as he came. "Ohhhhh, Bobby!" Linda sobbed, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him against her tits again. "It must feel better now, baby!"

She felt her son's hot hand on her thigh, his fingers at the edge of her panties. His other hand was sliding up her dress toward her tits. She held her breath when he cupped her tit, squeezing it gently. Her nipples bulged inside her bra, and her tits felt so tight with swollen desire. She felt his fingers working slowly into her panties, and for a moment, she held him tightly against her body.

"No, Bobby! That's far enough. No more… you've had your fun."

"But I thought… Mom, I thought…"

"I-I know what you thought," she gasped. "Just remember, you promised me never to lift girls' dresses at school again, or call your sister those names."

"I won't ever again, Mom," he said sadly as she stood up and smoothed her skirt down. "But what am I gonna do now? I mean, when it happens again?"

"You mean…" She nodded toward his cock.

"It gets worse all the time, Mom!"

Linda gazed at his cock. His prick was still half hard, glistening wetly on the head with his come juice. She licked her lips, shivering, as she leaned over without even considering what she was doing.

Linda placed her lips on the shaft of her son's cock, kissing it tenderly. But the hot touch of his cock against her lips sent a wild shudder through her. She licked along the shaft of Bobby's cock to the head. She tasted his come juice.

Suddenly she jerked upright, blushing furiously.

Bobby looked up, at her, his expression showing surprise.

Linda felt giddy, then she began to giggle. "I don't know why I did that, honey. I just… that should not have happened. None of this should have happened."

She twirled and ran from his room. She flung herself onto her bed, face buried into her arms. She knew she should feel shame, or guilt, or something. But not this excitement, this feverish hunger…

For the next day or so, Linda watched her son closely. He was on his best behavior, not tormenting Sarah as usual.

The image of his strong, young cock was in her mind all the time, remembering how it had squirted on her thigh.

Linda's first experience had been somewhat similar, she remembered. As a young teenage girl she had been with a boy who had tried hard to get into her panties. As they wrestled on the seat of his car, her clothing had become mussed, with her dress about her hips. She had not struggled very hard, but she also tried not to show too much eagerness for what was happening. She was slowly giving in to the boy, her emotions soaring, her cunt on fire. She had let the boy pushed her back, and she had shivered with wonderful pleasure when he caressed up her thighs to her panties.

She lifted her ass so he could pull her panties off easily, his fingers feeling so hot on her flesh. The boy, overly excited, had come before he had her panties off, spurting his juices over her thigh.

Linda had come very hard, yet she still remained a virgin. Linda soon found she had to be very careful or her hungers would control her. The only time she had allowed herself to let those wild feelings loose had been with her husband, a man who took great pleasure in her almost insatiable attitude in bed. After her husband had died unexpectedly, Linda had deliberately submerged those feelings.

She gazed at her son's body, looking at his ass in those tight jeans, the bulge of his cock and balls, feeling as though she would come at any moment.

Her son, however, was finding it very hard to keep his promise. Bobby tried, but the temptation was much too powerful for him. Fearful of getting another note from school, he struggled with his feelings during school hours, but at home it was harder. His sister, two years younger, didn't seem to understand how sweet and tempting her body was to him.