Kathy Andrews Collection, page 108
She nodded her head, biting into her bottom lip.
“Really, Mom?” Billy asked, gripping his cock in a tight fist. The swollen cockhead bulged out, his piss hole wide open. She saw it beaded with a clear juice. “I can, Mom?”
Again she nodded, and her flush seemed to leave her face. Her eyes smoldered with eagerness, fixed upon the head of his cock.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Billy stepped out of his pants and shorts, covered by his shirt only now. Joan felt her cunt pulse, and she came very close to orgasm as she looked at him. Not knowing she was doing it, she sat on the edge of her bed, spreading her knees. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. She leaned back, bracing herself with her hands behind her. She opened her knees very wide, her ass already twisting with eagerness.
“Mom, you look like that girl in the doctor’s office,” Billy said excitedly.
“Do it, Billy,” she whispered throatily. “Do it to me, baby.”
Billy, a grin spreading over his face, moved to his mother. Joan’s eyes remained on his cock.
Billy stood between his mother’s open legs, staring down at her hairlined cunt, seeing the pink wetness, the tiny protrusion of her clit. Joan could feel the heat of her son’s eyes on her crotch, and her naked body trembled. With a moan of hunger, she darted her hand to her son’s cock, closing her fingers about it tightly. She pulled, smashing the dripping cockhead upon her rigid clit. Her eyes turned dreamy, her hips rolling as she sighed at the contact.
“Oohhh, Billy!” she hissed, rubbing the had of his cock about her tingling clit. “Oh, Billy, Billy.”
Quickly, she pressed his cock downward, sliding it along her steaming cunt slit. She moved her hips slightly, and the head of her son’s cock moved between the fiery pussy lips. Joan gave a soft, eager sob of anticipation, her hips twisting.
“Oooo, God!” she sighed, moving her hips, fucking her cunt onto her son’s throbbing hard prick. “Oh, God, Billy!”
Billy’s young body was shaking in pleasure. He stared down at his mother’s cunt fucking onto his prick, feeling the wet heat. Joan paused with half his cock inside her cunt, purring with pleasure. Her cunt tightened about his cock. Billy’s eyes almost closed with pleasure. Slowly, very slowly, Joan pulled the rest of her son’s cock into her cunt. She felt the sensitive lips of her cunt on the base, his cock deeply buried, his balls pressed against the cheeks of her ass. For a long, breathless moment, she held him there, neither of them moving. They hardly breathed.
Her son’s cock, so young and yet so big, seemed to fill her cunt to capacity. Her pussy felt deliciously stretched around the hardness. She felt his cock throbbing inside her cunt, and her cunt responded by squeezing.
“Ohhh, do it, do it!” she groaned, her eyes now closed tightly. “Do it to mother, Billy! I want it… I need it! Fuck me, darling! Oh, baby, fuck mother!”
Her hips began to churn up and down as she sat on the edge of the bed, ass hanging over. Billy was just small enough to stand between her creamy thighs. Joan lay back, her hands clutching the edge of the mattress, her hips grinding frantically, her cunt fucking back and forth on his cock. Billy, amazed to see his mother fucking him, stood stiffly, his eyes watching the way her hairy cunt fucked back and forth on his prick.
“Help me!” Joan shouted in mindless passion. “Oh, Billy! Help me, please! Don’t make me do all the work! Fuck me, baby! Ohhhh, fuck mother!”
Billy grabbed his mother’s bounding hips, digging his fingers into her flesh. But he wasn’t strong enough to stop the grinding thrusts of her hips. Working his ass, he began fucking his cock in and out of his mother’s boiling cunt. The sensations that flooded his young body were different than when Doctor Nancy sucked his cock. The doctor’s mouth had been wet and hot, too, but there was a definite difference in the feeling.
“Yes, yes, darling!” Joan wailed as her son began to fuck into her cunt, driving his hard cock deeply, his balls beating against her twisting, naked ass. “That’s it, Billy! Fuck me! Oh, yes, fuck mother!”
Joan’s head twisted from side to side on the bed, her hair flying. Tremors of lewd ecstasy rippled up and down her flesh.
Billy released his mother’s hips and grabbed her tits in both hands. He smashed them, squeezed them, making his mother cry out with delight. Her hips churned and bounced, her cunt sucking at his cock in a furious, hungry heat. Gurgles kept coming from her throat, her eyes opening and closing. Her hips bounced as her son rammed his cock with powerful stabbing motions. The base of his cock smashed time and again upon her painfully distended clit, sending the most delicious feeling of fire throughout her naked body. Wet, sucking sounds came from between them, increasing the wild excitement they felt.
“Oooo, yes, yes!” Joan gurgled, slamming her cunt hard onto her son’s pounding cock. “So good, so fucking good, Billy! Oh, baby, baby, give it to me! Hurt me, darling, hurt mother’s cunt! Bruise mother’s cunt… fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!”
Billy had never heard his mother saying those things before. Her words sent a burning heat up and down his body, and her cunt was grabbing at his cock every time he started to pull backwards, the hairy cunt lips squeezing. He felt his balls tighten, drawing up to the base of his cock. They were no longer swinging, and each fuckthrust into his mother’s cunt smashed them against her ass.
“All the way, darling!” Joan urged, grunting as she slammed her ass up and down, meeting his wild cock-thrusts with her cunt. “Fuck me all the way… any way, every way! Oooo, give that cock to me, darling! Fuck me fast and hard!”
Billy fell across his mother’s body, his hips ramming in a frenzy, fucking his cock as deep as he could. He closed his mouth about one of his mother’s swollen tits, sucking harshly on her nipple. One hand jerked downward to her hip, sliding under and gripping a smooth cheek of her bouncing ass. His other hand clutched her tit, his fingers digging into the spongy tit flesh almost brutally. The more he squeezed her tit, the harder he sucked her nipple, the more ecstasy Joan experienced. She released her grip on the mattress, grabbing at his bouncing ass. She dug her hands into his ass cheeks, pulling him between her thighs. She lifted her feet from the floor, wrapping her silky legs about his small body, beating her heels at his thighs.
“Fuck it, fuck it!” she screamed. “Fuck that cunt! Fuck mother’s cunt with that hard cock, baby! Ohhhh, I want it all in me! I want your cock and your balls all inside my hot cunt, baby!”
Billy noisily sucked at his mother’s tit, bouncing his ass up and down. His cock seemed bigger then he remembered, and the wetness of his mother’s cunt caused it to fuck in and out easily. The heat seemed consuming, devouring his cock. His balls were getting tighter and tighter, and the feeling of climax was growing swiftly.
Joan felt her son’s cock swelling and throbbing with the sensitive lips of her cunt. The friction of his cock sliding between the gripping wetness was causing a rippling sensation in her stomach. The orgasm was turning very hot, so hot she could hardly stand it.
“Oh, baby! You’re going to make me… ooooo! Darling, baby, honey! You’re going to make mother… ohhh, yes! You’re going to make me come!”
Her hips twisted in tight circles as she began to grind in a frenzy onto his thrusting cock. The orgasm kept swelling, almost excruciating now. It was so close, yet so far away. She sobbed with tormented ecstasy, straining to make her orgasm explode. Still, she could feel her son’s cock throbbing deep inside her cunt. The more it throbbed, the more pleasure she felt. She slammed her cunt hard onto his prick, grinding in a frantic attempt to make her cunt come. She moaned and whimpered, and suddenly she came.
“Ooooo, God!” she shrieked as the orgasm exploded. Her hips jerked as her cunt began gripping and sucking at his prick.
Billy could not resist the hot gripping of his mother’s cunt. He fucked into her cunt, forcing his cock as deep as he could, and grunted.
The boiling thick come juice spewed, splashing into his mother’s spuming pussy. Feeling it, Joan screamed again as her cunt started to go through a series of multiple orgasms. She had never experienced that before, and her mind seemed to explode along with her cunt. The ecstasy was unbearable, and she loved it. She came and came, her hairy cunt gripping and contracting around her son’s jizzgushing cock.
“Come, come, come!” she screamed, her hands rushing up from his ass to hug him tightly to her tits. “Give it all to me, Billy! Come in my cunt… fill mother’s hot pussy with thick, sweet come juice! Oh, God… I’m starved for that come juice, darling! Drown me with it… drown mother’s cunt with come juice!”
Billy was still sucking on her nipple, stretching it as he came in her cunt. To Joan, it seemed as if her son’s cock would never stop squirting. Her pussy filled, and his cock cream began to seep from the lips of her pussy. She felt it seeping out, running along the cheeks of her ass, into the ass crack and wetting her puckering asshole. She had never felt anything like it before. Her son came so much, more than she would have ever suspected.
His balls empty, finally. Billy slumped on his mother’s naked body, gasping. Joan hugged his hips with her creamy thighs, caressing her hands up and down his back. She shivered with pleasure, surprised at what they had done. She was more surprised at herself than with Billy. He was young, feeling his sexuality bubbling hotly. She was his mother, and she felt she should have known better.
Yet, Joan had allowed her cunt to guide her thoughts, allowed her pussy to cause this. Part of it was, she knew, because of that pretty receptionist. She had allowed that to happen because her need had been so long denied, and she had allowed her son to fuck her because that gnawing need had been awakened by what happened in the doctor’s office.
But Billy.
Why had he suddenly shown such an interest in her, his own mother? Joan didn’t understand that. Looking up the girl’s dress had started it, of course. But wouldn’t her son have wanted to fuck that girl, instead of her, his mother? The truth of that, she realized, was that she, his mother, was available where the girl in the office had not been. She had undressed while he stood watching her, and the fact that she had not known it did not relieve her of guilt. She could have covered herself when she found out he was looking, but she hadn’t.
All it took was for her son to say he wanted to fuck her, and she was on her back, legs open. It was a disgrace.
“Please, Billy,” she whispered. “Get off me.”
Billy pulled his cock free of her cunt, looking down at her. Feeling ashamed now, Joan tried to hide her nakedness from him.
“Go away, honey,” she whispered. “Don’t look at me, please.”
Billy left her, and Joan began to sob, but she wasn’t sure whether her crying was with delight, or guilt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Joan tried to avoid contact with her son. She found herself looking at him when he was occupied with something, remembering how his cock had felt, how he had fucked her. She wanted him to grab her and fuck her again, throw her to the floor and ram his cock up her cunt.
But she didn’t make any move that would encourage him. She felt ashamed of her wanton behavior. But her shame failed to make her desire any less. There was a hunger between her legs, a hunger she couldn’t deny. She wanted her son’s cock up her cunt, wanted it with increasing desperation, yet she didn’t know how to go about letting him know she wanted a repeat of what happened a few days ago. She couldn’t bring herself to expose her body the way the girl did in the doctor’s office, although she wanted to. That, she knew, would get her son’s attention. And that, too, bothered her. Why wasn’t Billy after her, try to feel her up?
What Joan didn’t know was that her son wanted to do just that. He had sensed his mother’s shame, and didn’t want to embarrass her again. Therefore he kept his distance, but at night he would remember fucking her, playing with his cock, jacking off as he recalled the doctor sucking him, how it felt to have his cock inside his mother’s cunt.
He was doing that now.
Sprawled on his bed, the sheets kicked to the foot, he lay on his back, jacking on his cock, eyes closed as he remembered the wet heat of his mother’s cunt. His light was on, bathing his naked body softly.
Joan had bathed and prepared for bed, her cunt demanding more than her fingers. Her mind burned with the memory of her son’s cock in her cunt, and her fingers were a poor substitute when Billy was right there in his own bed. She pulled her gown over her head, lifting a knee to the bed. She paused, feeling her cunt twitch. She rubbed her hand through the thick pussy hair and cupped her cunt. She rubbed at her cunt, moving her ass slowly.
Without wondering, trying to blot it from her mind, she pretended she was someone else, not Billy’s mother. She moved toward the door. The gown clung to her hips, falling just beneath the curve of her ass, her long legs glowing, tits revealed through the filmy garment. She entered the hall and turned toward her son’s room.
Trying to keep the thought that she was his mother out of her mind, she shoved his door open, silently. Billy lay on his bed, pulling at his cock. She smiled to herself as she gazed at his cock and balls.
“Billy?” she whispered.
He turned and opened his eyes, looking at his mother. He started to grin, but saw the expression on her face. There was something there that made him stop grinning. If he grinned, he felt his mother would leave, ashamed. Joan stepped into his room, her eyes on his upstanding cock. Billy saw his mother’s tits through the filmy gown, the narrow waist, the flare of her hips and the long, long legs. The shadow of her dark cunt hair could be seen. His cock throb, bed, bubbling with moisture at the piss hole.
Joan sat on the edge of his bed, and her hand slipped along his warm thigh, moving to his throbbing hard-on. She wasn’t breathing, but when her fingers touched his balls, a loud hiss came from her.
“Ohhhh, God!” Joan gasped, and she gripped her son’s cock with a tight fist. “Oh, Billy, I… oh, I need this so much!”
She squeezed his cock, making him groan. With quick movements, Joan climbed onto her son’s bed, straddling him with her knees. She held his cock at the base, lifting her gown to her waist. Billy gazed down at her, watching her hairy cunt rubbing along the head of his prick. Joan stared into his face, excited by his hot eyes on her cunt. She lowered her hips, fucking the head of his cock into her cunt.
“Oooooo, Billy!” she sighed, settling down on his prick, the hairy lips of her cunt tight at the base. “I want it so much!”
“You got it, Mom,” he said excitedly. He ran his hands along her thighs, feeling the smooth creamy texture of her flesh.
Joan sat on her son’s cock. She shivered, lifting her gown up and off her head. Her tits strained out, nipples very hard. She sat for a long time, her cunt gripping his cock. She thrilled to the buried prick in her pussy, not wanting to move for a while, but to just sit there on him and feel that beautiful hardness deep in her cunt.
She wiggled, then grinned down at him.
“Oh, damn you,” she said. “Why do I have to have such a sexy son? Why do you have to always have such a hard-on? Damn you, baby, you know I have to have that hard cock in my cunt!”
She drew her knees up, squatting on him. She lifted and lowered her pussy, fucking him, holding her tits in both hands. Her face turned lewd, a wanton expression that showed her pleasure. Billy watched his mother’s hairy cunt fuck up and down on his cock, his tongue licking at his lips. He lifted his ass as bis mother’s cunt plunged down, dropping it as she lifted. But Joan never lifted her crotch so high that her pussy lost the swollen head of his cock. She began to make cork screwing motions as she fucked up and down him. She burbled with excitement, her eyes opening and closing as the pleasure grew.
“Oh, Mom!” Billy panted. “It feels so good!”
“I know, darling,” she whispered, fucking up and down slowly. “God, how I know! I love it, Billy! I love to feel your cock in my pussy… fucking me. I don’t understand it, not at all, but I want your cock so much!”
Billy lunged his hips upward, fucking into his mother’s tight pussy.
“Ohhhh, yes, honey!” she gurgled. “Do that to me! Ram it into me hard that way!”
She held her crotch up. Billy fucked up and down, slapping against the puffy lips of his mother’s cunt. The force of it made her tits shake.
“More! More!” she hissed.
Billy fucked into his mother’s cunt as she squatted atop him, the moist slaps loud in the roam. He watched her tits jiggle from the force, and Joan released them so he could watch. She was delighted that she could provide this ecstasy for him, and herself, of course.
“Let me,” she hissed.
She placed her hands on each side of his hand, and began to bounce her cunt up and down his cock. Billy lay rigid, watching his mother’s tits swing above his face, then looking down to her cunt fucking up and down on his cock.
“Oh, so good, darling!” Joan grunted as she slammed her cunt up and down, bruising the tender lips of her cunt. “I love that cock, Billy! God, how I love your hard cock! I’m fucking you, baby! Mother is fucking your sweet, hard cock! Mother’s cunt is going to eat your cock up! I’m going to make your cock came, squirt that sweet juice in me!”
Her gown was around her waist, her tits exposed, swinging above his face. She bounced her ass up and down wickedly, making delighted moans. She fucked him fast, then slowed down, screwing her cunt along the throbbing hard cock shaft.
“Fuck me, Mom!” Billy grunted. “Fuck my cock! You have such a hot, wet cunt, Mom!”
“Yes, I do,” she gurgled. “Mother’s cunt is yours, baby, all yours. Fuck mother’s cunt! Fuck mother’s cunt with your sweet, hard prick!”
She held her ass up and let her son bang up and down, fucking her swiftly, jiggling the tight cheeks of her ass.
“Ohhhh, fuck me that way! Fuck me, fuck me real hard and fast, darling! Oooo, drive that precious cock in me… split me from belly button to asshole!”
