Kathy Andrews: Billys Hot Mom

Her hips were round and shapely, and her legs, as men had said, went on forever. They were slim and shapely, and she loved to feel them wrapped about a man's hips. The hair of her cunt was shaped like a fan, thick in the middle, thinning out toward her hip bones. Her cunt was sculptured, the lips puffy but not large. The tip of her clitoris protruded slightly from the folds of her pussy, just enough to touch her panties and remind her it was there.

She ran her hand through the soft hair of her cunt, smiling at her reflection. Billy had certainly enjoyed her cunt, she thought. It was a shame she didn't have a man to enjoy her pussy as well, a man who would accept her as she was without thinking she was strange.

Parting her thighs, she pulled at the lips of her pussy, enjoying the stretching feeling. Her clitoris bulged outward, and she smiled down at it. Brushing a fingertip over her clitoris, she felt an immediate response, and a shiver moved up and down her spine. She placed two fingers along her clitoris, and smashed it. A sigh of pleasure came from her. It had only been perhaps an hour since she had fucked her son, and already she wanted more cock. But that was no surprise to Donna; she thrived on hard cock, wanted prick all the time, inside her, outside her, and doing those wild things men had called her weird for.

Pulling on a fresh pair of shorts, white like the others, she wondered if her son was still in the living room. She squeezed herself into the tight shorts, adjusting them. Now that she had fucked him, she deliberately made certain her pussy slit was outlined, and even caused a few dark cunt hairs to swirl from the crotch. The white shorts were thin, and the darker shadow of her cunt hair could be seen through them.

She considered a blouse or sweater, and grinning impishly at herself, realized it no longer mattered.

Moving from her room, feeling delicious to have her tits free, she peeked into her son's room, and it was empty. She peeked into the hall bath, and it, too, was empty.

Billy was still sitting on the couch in the living room. He had stuffed his cock back into his pants, and he sat there slumped, legs stretched, looking half asleep. He looked up at his mother as she entered, and Donna paused near the door. He gazed at his mother's naked tits, then looked into her eyes.

"Well, baby, are you ashamed?" she asked.

Billy shook his head, then a grin spread over his young face, his eyes lighting up.

Donna leaned against the door jamb crossing one knee, placing her hand on her hip. "I guess I said some pretty wild things, didn't I?" Donna asked. "I couldn't help it, Billy. Sometimes it gets that way."

"It's okay, Mother," he replied, and she detected a quiver in his voice.

"What I said… those words," she asked in a soft voice, "did they… excite you?"

"Yeah, Mother!" he said, enthusiastic, his eyes burning on her beautiful tits.

She lowered her eyes to the front of his pants, seeing they were still wet from her cunt. The bulging of his cock and balls made her tremble with hunger again. She ran her tongue over her lips, and started toward him. Billy caught sight of her crotch, and she heard him suck in a sharp hiss of air.

Standing near him, Donna leaned down slightly, and cupped her son's crotch, squeezing his cock and balls gently. "Mmmmm, nice, honey," she whispered softly. "Very, very nice."

Billy parted his legs, arching his hips up.

"Ahhhh, you like this, huh?" She grinned at him, squeezing his cock and balls again.

Billy started to lift his hand to her tits, and stopped.

"Touch them if you want, baby," she urged throatily. To show her son she meant it, she rubbed up and down the crotch of his pants, feeling his cock starting to swell "You can play with mother's titties, Billy.

You can play with them, feel them, pull them, squeeze them, suck them!"

Billy closed his hands about his mother's tits, feeling the firmness.

He teased her nipples, stroking them almost as if they were fragile.

"Twist my nipples," Donna hissed. "Twist them and pull them. You won't hurt them, baby."

As he twisted and pulled at her nipples, Donna mewled softly, pressing down on his cock. When his prick was up and hard, she rubbed her palm along his cock.

"Let's take it out again, okay, darling?"

"Oh, yes, Mother!" he replied, cupping her tits tightly.

For the second time Donna opened her son's pants, and fished his cock out of his shorts. She lifted his prick free, and swallowed with delight to see the swollen cockhead again.

"Want me to talk dirty to you again?" she asked. She was almost afraid to ask her son, afraid he would be like all those others. But she had to ask.

"Yeah, Mother!" he said with enthusiasm.

Donna closed her fist about his cock, sitting down beside him. Billy turned on the couch, bringing his knees up and facing his mother. Donna held his cock, stroking and cooing softly while he toyed with her tits.

"You have a beautiful cock, Billy," she said, slightly nervous. "It's so hard and long and… oh, that sweet head! Did you enjoy feeling your cock inside my cunt? Was it good to feel mother's hot, wet pussy holding your lovely prick so deep?"

"Yeah!"

"Tell me about it," she urged, pumping at his prick.

"It felt good, Mother."

"Use the words, Billy," she said thickly. "I want to hear you say those words."

"I liked my cock in your cunt, Mother," he said without hesitation.

"Would you like to fuck me again? Would you love to stick this beautiful hard cock in mother's hot cunt and fuck it again?"

"I sure would, Mother!"

"Oooh, so would I!"

She squeezed his cock hard, bringing a moan from her son. Holding his cock, she looked into his excited face. "Would you like to put your cock between mother's tits?"

"Could I, Mother?"

"I'd love for you to do it," she said, sliding from the couch and standing on her knees. "Stand up in front of me."

Billy stood, his cock waving from his pants.

"It would feel better if we took your pants down, honey," she said softly.

She opened his belt. She pulled his pants down to his knees, and started to pull at his shorts, then stopped.

"We'll leave these on for a while," she whispered, pulling his cock to her tits.

She dipped her chin and watched as she rubbed the slit of his piss hole about her nipples, going from one to the other. She smeared her nipples with the juices seeping from his cock. She pulled the crotch of his shorts to one side, exposing his balls. They were young balls, hairless, but full and lovely. She saw a bit of wiry hair at the base of his cock, and felt excited by his youth.

"Now, let's take your shorts down," she said softly, pulling them to his knees.

Billy shoved his hips forward and pressed his balls upon her tits. His cock throbbed near her throat. With a mewl, Donna ran her hands past her son's hips, closing her fingers about the youthful cheeks of his ass, pulling him tight. She looked up at his hot face, her eyes glowing.

"Oh, it feels wonderful, Billy. Your balls feel so good on my tits."

By his own accord, Billy twisted his hips, rubbing his balls on her titties, his cock pressing at her neck, dripping.

"Put your cock between mother's titties," she said.

Billy placed his cock between them, and Donna pressed her tits around it. "Ooooh, I can feel your cock throbbing, honey!" she purred hotly.

"You feel so good between my tits."

She lowered her chin, and felt the head of his cock brush that hot wetness on it. Tucking her chin lower, she kissed the head of her son's cock, holding her tits tightly.

"Would you like to come off in my face again, Billy?"

"I thought that made you mad, Mother," he said. "I couldn't help it."

"I didn't mind." She grinned at him, rubbing her tits up and down his cock. "I wanted it to happen, honey. I wanted you to come off… in my face."