Kathy Andrews: Billys Hot Mom

"Oooh, I have to stop!" Donna complained. "I don't want to stop, either! I want to keep pissing in my shorts! I want you to watch me piss and piss and piss!"

But she was finished, and stood with shaking legs wide apart, hot piss dripping from her shorts and down her legs. She ran her palm along the seam of her piss-wet shorts, rubbing at her cunt. Her hips trembled and jerked. She pressed her hand tight into her cunt, moaning, pressing and rubbing.

"Ooooh, I'm going to come!" she shouted.

Donna shuddered as an orgasm rumbled through her pussy. She could feel the convulsions of her cunt through her shorts, feel the tight pulsations of the puffy pussy lips and the throb of her smashed clitoris. She whimpered and gurgled as she came, her lips twitching.

"There," she gasped. "I came, Billy. God, did I come!"

She shoved a hand behind her back, and unzipped the piss-wet shorts.

She gazed at her son as she peeled them off her hips, wiggling because they were so tight and soaked in piss. Billy stared at his mother's cunt, amazed and awed by the hair, by the wet, pink cunt slit. Donna stood holding her shorts, then parting her legs so her son could look at her pussy. She turned the shorts inside out. She showed them to her son.

"See how wet they are?" she whispered, shoving them toward her son's face.

Billy pulled back, his eyes wide.

Donna giggled. "What's the matter, honey? Don't you want mother to wash your face?"

Billy made a face, shaking his head.

"Then I'll wash my face," she said, and brought her piss-wet shorts up and ran the inside crotch about her cheeks and chin. "Mmmmm, nice. It feels very nice to wash my face in piss. You should try it, Billy. I bet you'd love it."

Donna brought the piss-wet crotch of her shorts close to her mouth, her tongue darting out, licking at the seam. Her eyes became hazy with lust, her tongue licking about the piss-soaked crotch of her shorts.

"Oooh, I can taste cunt, too," she said softly. "I can taste my cunt and piss on my shorts. Ohhhh, baby, you have to try it!"

She offered her shorts to him again, but Billy still refused.

"You're no fun, baby," she pouted, pulling the shorts back to her face.

"You promised, too."

"I promised to lick your cunt, Mother," he said. "I didn't promise to taste piss."

Donna spread her legs wide, thrusting her cunt forward. "Then lick my pussy, Billy."

Without thinking, Billy shoved his face to his mother's cunt. His tongue was swiping along the wet pussy slit before he realized it.

Then, as he tasted his mother's piss on her cunt, he started to pull back.

"Oh, no!" Donna moaned. "A promise is a promise! Eat my pussy, baby!

You promised to suck mother's cunt!"

Billy didn't try to resist. He pushed his mouth into her pussy, tasting the fuck juices and piss together. To his surprise, he found them delicious. He wiggled his tongue along the hairy slit of his mother's cunt, dragging his tongue to her clitoris. Donna squealed and began to grind her pussy into his face, holding the back of his head.

"Ohhhh, stick it to me!" she groaned. "Fuck my cunt, baby! Oooooh, fuck me with your tongue! Lick my wet cunt, my hot pussy! Suck me! Ohhhh, suck mother's wet cunt, you sweet, fucking little cunt-licker!"

Billy's tongue darted in and out of the tight lips of his mother's cunt, tongue-fucking her and sucking the fuck juices out. He swallowed the pussy juices, fucking his tongue back and forth faster and faster.

The taste of her piss added to his enjoyment, and the piss-wet feel of her hot inner thighs on his head increased the throbbing of his cock.

He ran his hands up the back of her wet thighs to her ass. Clenching the cheeks of his mother's naked ass in both hands, Billy slurped happily, driving his tongue deeply, then swirling about her swollen clitoris. He sucked at his mother's clitoris hard, bringing squeals of pleasure from her. Donna spread her thighs and shoved her hot, hairy cunt into her son's face, bending him back. The only things keeping him from sprawling onto his back were her hands holding the back of his head, his hands on her naked, shaking ass.

"Eat mother's pussy!" she squealed. "Ohhhh, Billy, suck mother's cunt!

Suck the hot juice right out of mother's pissy-wet pussy, Lick the piss off my cunt! Lick me and fuck me and eat me! Ooooh, you'll make me come so fucking hard! What a tongue you have, baby! I love it, love it, love it! Ram your sweet tongue up mother's cunt… fuck… suck I'm getting so fucking close!"

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her cunt smashing into her son's sucking mouth powerfully, battering his lips and tongue. Billy held tightly to his mother's grinding, thrashing ass, squeezing hard at the creamy asscheeks. He panted and gasped, his nose buried into the pisswet hair that covered her boiling cunt. His tongue was up her pussy part of the time, swishing hungrily about her inflamed clitoris the other part. Donna could hear the wet sucking sounds her son made, which greatly enhanced the erotic sensations she felt. Her cunt was expanding and gripping with ripples of her swiftly approaching orgasm.

"Ohhhhh, Billy!" she screamed.

Her cunt exploded against her son's face. Billy fucked his tongue into his mother's cunt, feeling the gripping contractions. He felt her clitoris make tight spasms against his upper lip, and he sucked in air quickly. The scent of his mother's piss was making his mind spin with lust.

He hung on for dear life, and sucked.

They had a late dinner.

Donna could hardly believe they had been at it so long, that her son was still eager and willing.

She wore a man's shirt, white, which failed to conceal the lovely cheeks of her ass or the curls of her cunt. The three top buttons were left open, and her tits peeked provocatively at her son everytime she leaned over. She knew how she looked, and she could see the interest in her son's eyes.

Wearing something that revealed while it teased had value, Donna knew.

Eliciting expectations was more exciting than showing total nakedness, sometimes. Not always, but sometimes. Billy was in his shorts, a white pair of jockey shorts that cupped his cock and balls sweetly. She loved to see the bulge they made, the way his ass was framed in them.

After she had cleaned and straightened the kitchen, they went back to the living room, where she turned on a light. Then, with her back to him, she bent far over to select something for the stereo. Billy, sitting on the couch, watched his mother's ass become exposed as the white shirt lifted. He could see the dark hair of her cunt as she leaned over. Donna peeked at him over her shoulder.

"Do you like the view, baby?"

"It's beautiful, Mother," he replied.

She shook her ass, making her cunt pooch between her thighs. Donna kept her ass waggling lewdly as she fitted a tape into the deck, and then soft music came on. She stood and faced her son, writhing her ass sensuously. This was what had started them today, she remembered, her lewd dancing for him. But that had been going on for some time, and it had just boiled over today. She lifted the shirt, flashing her cunt at him, twirled about and raised the shirt in back, shaking her beautiful ass. She danced about the room, flashing her tits, her cunt, her ass, for her son's enjoyment.

"Now, this is a flashdance," she laughed. "Not like that movie. That girl didn't flash anything. I'm flashing everything I have."

"Go, Mother!" he encouraged. "Shake your ass… shake your tits!"

"You just watch me shake them!"

Donna went into a vigorous, body-twisting dance designed for one thing only-to make her son's cock hard. Swinging her hips, her knees driving up and down, Donna jerked at her shirt, ripping buttons until her tits were showing, jumping up and down vigorously as she danced. Her nipples jutted out hard, and she swung her legs apart so show her son her cunt.