Kathy Andrews Collection, page 189
“Tony, don’t came in me!” she shrieked.
But it was too late.
Her son grunted, and Janice felt the hot gush of his come juice spurt into her cunt.
“Oh, Tony!” she cried out, flinging her cunt onto his spurting cock, the convulsions of her orgasm rocking her ass wildly.
Janice was very ashamed.
She avoided her son for the rest of the day, letting him prepare whatever he could find to eat. She stayed in her room, bathing for an hour, then sprawling on her bed. She was more embarrassed than ashamed, she realized later. Embarrassed that her son had caught her watching the woman and man next door, embarrassed because he had seen what she was doing, embarrassed because he had taken her photo from behind, with her fingers stuffed into her cunt, embarrassed because he had fucked her and she had been unable to prevent it.
Her embarrassment was greater because she admitted how good it had been. She wanted more, but there was no way she could let her son know. If he knew that, there was no telling what he would do with her.
When it was dark, she finally dressed, paying no attention to the shortness of the summer dress. All her dresses and skirts were short anyway, but she had never thought they would cause anything like incest. But then, she wasn’t wearing a dress when that happened, only her panties. She pulled on a fresh pair of bikini panties, slipped her feet into open, leather sandals, and forced herself to leave the room.
She stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her son in the living room. She felt herself blushing, and she had to force herself onward.
When she was halfway down the stairs, Tony looked up.
His eyes took on a shine and he grinned.
A soft gasp came from Janice when she realized that her son could see up the front of her short dress. She almost pushed her hand between her legs to conceal herself, but she forced herself to continue down the stairs. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, her face was red.
She walked stiffly to the couch across from him. She turned on the lamp and sat down, tucking one leg underneath her. She looked at her son, fighting back her embarrassment. Tony dropped the textbook he had been studying and looked openly at her. Her long legs showed, and that was where his eyes were riveted.
“Tony, don’t look at me that way,” she said softly.
“You’re beautiful, Mom,” he said. “I like to look at you.”
“Your father…”
“Was an asshole,” Tony said. “Tony!” Janice gasped. “Well, he was,” Tony insisted. “He was the biggest asshole I’ve ever known.”
“I thought you…”
“Liked him? No way, Mom,” Tony said. “He was mean to you. I know all about it.”
“But you were so young.”
“I still remember a lot of it, Mom,” he said. “I’m glad you threw his ass out. I would have when I got older, you know.”
“Let’s don’t talk about that,” she said.
“Okay, wanna talk about that whore next door?”
Janice gazed steadily at her son, some of the heat leaving her cheeks. “Am I one, too?”
“A whore? No way, Mom!”
“I’m like her. After what I let you… upstairs… and doing… I’m no different, Tony.”
“Mom, you don’t bring strange men in here,” he said. “And even if you did, you’re a single woman, not married like her. There’s a difference, you know.”
“Then you don’t think I’m a… a…” she stuttered.
“No, I don’t,” he replied.
“Tony, I know you don’t understand, but upstairs… well, something happened to me, and I just… I couldn’t help it.”
Tony grinned at her. “I understand more than you think. Mom. I walk around with a hard-on most of the time and…”
“Don’t say that!” she gasped. “What’s wrong with saying I have a hard-on, Mom? I do, almost all the time. I can’t stand it, and I jerk off so much, it’s a wonder I have strength for school. Yes, I understand better than you think, Mom.”
“Tony, please don’t use such language.” Tony stood up, arching his hips forward. His cock pulsed in his pants. “See what I mean, Mom? I’ve got a hard-on right now just from watching you come down the stairs. I guess you don’t know I can see way up your dresses on those stairs, but I can. I look all the time.”
He staffed toward her.
“Tony, stay away from me.”
He ignored her and stood a foot or so away, his cock pushing out, outlined fully. Janice stared at it. She licked her lips and a soft moan came from her as burning sensations rippled through her cunt.
“Mom, we’ve already done it, so what’s wrong with doing it again?” he asked.
“I’m your mother,” she said weakly, still staring at his cock.
“And I love you,” be said, “but I still have a hard-on looking at you and I want some more pussy, Mom.”
Heat filled Janice, and she didn’t resist when her son pulled her leg from under her body, then pushed her knees open. His hands on her, knees burned hotly, and when he leaned down and began pushing his hands up her thighs, Janice let out a soft whimper, beginning to shiver. His hands on her satiny thighs excited her, and she almost flung her legs wide open for him.
Tony’s fingers moved under her dress.
His cock throbbed. A tremor went through her, then she moaned. Her right hand lifted and slipped between her son’s thighs, cupping his balls.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she said in a whispery voice, squeezing his balls gently.
“We both want to,” he said, pushing one hand between her legs and cupping her pantied cunt. “We both need it, Mom.”
Janice knew the truth of that, but couldn’t bring herself to admit it to her son. His balls felt so good in her hand, so hot and full. She manipulated them inside his pants, moaning softly while he pressed harder at her cunt, his fingers moving slightly, brushing and rubbing.
“So warm, Mom,” he said in a low voice. “You feel so warm here.”
“Tony… darling…” Janice held his balls tight, her eyes slitted and burning with desire. She spread her knees apart, pushing her ass forward on the couch, eagerly giving him access to her cunt. She looked into his eyes and saw his need. “Tony… baby. Oh, God!”
Her hand moved off his balls, her palm running along the throbbing hardness of his cock. She tried to close her fingers around it, but his pants were too tight. She pressed on his prick, bringing a delighted moan from her son.
Her cunt pulsated wetly, soaking into the crotch of her tight panties, smearing his palm. She gasped when his fingers slid along the slit of her pussy, touching the knot of her clit. Her ass bunched as she returned the pressure by shoving against his hand.
Tony, now rubbing his fingers along the wet crotch of her panties, brought the other hand to her tit. Janice licked her lips, finding them dry. She began to tremble as one of his fingers slipped into the band of her panties. She pressed hard on his cock as she felt her son move his fingers against her vibrating clit, then gasped again as the tip of his finger penetrated her cunt.
“Let’s do it, Mom,” he urged, drawing his hand out of her panties, standing up and working at his pants. “Let’s do it.”
Janice remained sitting on the very edge of the couch, her knees wide apart, panties exposed, feeling like some mindless wanton. She found herself anticipating his cock coming into view. She placed her hands on her knees, back straight, tits pushing outward as she watched him.
Tony gazed down at his mother’s cunt mound and he opened his belt, pulled at the zipper, and pushed his pants downward, stopping just at his knees. His cock stood straight outward, the head swollen smooth, juices beading the small opening of his pisshole. His balls, young and fiery, hung low. The hair at the base of his cock was wiry, not yet as thick as a man’s.
But his cock…
Janice stared hungrily at his prick, it was not all that long, nor that thick, but it was beautiful… and so hard. His cock throbbed, jerking up and down, ready for her.
“Tony… oh, baby!”
She clutched her son’s cock eagerly, her fingers tight about the hard prick. Her other hand cupped his balls, and she stroked him, soft little panting sounds coming from her. Her cunt was reacting with a gripping sensation. She pulled forward on his cock and watched his pisshole widen, more precome bubbling from it. She licked her lips again, the thought of swallowing his cock becoming powerful in her wind, almost irresistible. Fighting against gobbling his cock, she pumped back and forth, making soft hissing sounds while her other hand rolled and twisted his fiery balls. Her cunt seemed to open, to expand to take in her son’s cock.
Tony stood upright and watched his mother’s hands on his cock and balls. He trembled slightly, the heat of his mother’s fist on his cock, her palm holding his balls, feeling better than at any time in his life.
“Oh, that feels good, Mom,” he moaned and reached for his mother’s tits.
A sigh came from Janice when he cupped her tits, and her nipples felt as if they were about to explode from the top of her dress. She was not wearing a bra. As her son fondled her tits, she stroked a little faster on his cock, squeezing his wonderful prick.
“Take them out,” she urged. “Take them out, Tony.”
Feverishly, Tony opened the top of his mother’s dress and sucked in a hiss of air as he gazed at the beauty of her tits again. He thumbed her nipples while squeezing the firm flesh. Janice jerked his cock, breathing with increasing excitement, shoulders back to shove her tits to his hands. Her cunt was rippling inside her panties, the slippery juices making it wet.
“Mom, let’s do it!” Tony gasped. “Come on, Mom, let’s do it again!”
“Baby… oh, baby!” she whimpered, drawing away from him, leaning back with her tits exposed, lees wide apart, skirt above her blue panties. “Take my panties off! Hurry, Tony, take my panties off!”
Hurrying, almost tearing his mother’s panties Tony stripped them away.
Janice lifted her feet for him, and when he dropped her panties on the floor, he stared between her legs. The thick, soft hair of her cunt parted, showing the pink wetness of her slit, the tip of her clit protruding in hardness.
Tony licked his lips, his eyes glassy. He stared for a long time, and Janice lay back, slumped and vulnerable, letting her son take his time looking at her. Her cunt burned with a heat that amazed her, her need getting stronger and stronger. Without taking his eyes off his mother’s succulent pussy, Tony pushed his pants off.
Janice, sobbing softly with heat, slowly lay back on the couch. She felt only a slight embarrassment, lying there with her tits showing, her dress around her narrow waist. Her belly button was a deep dimple, a very thin line of dark hair stretching to it from the thick mat of soft cunt curls. Her cunt pulsated, the pink lips flexing as her clit throbbed with readiness. She lifted her arms to her son.
“Now, Tony. Oh, baby, do it now!”
With a groan, Tony climbed onto the couch between her open legs, his cock dripping a bead of pre-cum on one thigh. Janice stared at his cock as he lowered it. Her body jumped when the swollen head brushed against her her clit as he pushed it downward.
Tony looked at the head of his cock just touching the slit of his mother’s cunt. He held his cock at the base, his body trembling. Janice was holding her breath, anticipating the thrust of his cock into her cunt.
“Tony…” she hissed, her hands on his hips. “Oh, Tony!”
“Mom…”
He eased the head of his cock forward.
Janice caught her breath, feeling his prick slip past her cunt lips. She felt them stretch, and a hot tingle flooded her. She lifted her hips as her son slipped his cock tantalizingly into her pussy. She felt the swollen head fill her cunt, felt his cock throb against the lips of her pussy as he slowly pushed deeper.
She couldn’t stand it, he was going too slow. “Tony!” she cried out, and thrust her hips upward swiftly.
Her cunt slipped onto her son’s cock to the base.
Tony gasped, his eyes rolling.
Janice, gripping his hips tightly, whimpered with the ecstasy of feeling her son’s cock deep inside her cunt. Her pussy pulled and squeezed his cock, his balls resting on the steamy crack of her shapely ass. She looked up into his eyes, her lips parted. She felt full of cock, amazed at how deep it felt. She writhed her hips excitedly.
“Do it! Do it to me, Tony!”
Tony leaned over, his hands holding her tits tightly, and began to thrust in and out, fucking his mother.
“Ahhhh… ooohhh, yes, Tony!” Janice sobbed, rocking her ass with him, lunging up to meet the plunge, then arching as he lifted, but always keeping the smooth head inside her pussy. Her clit rubbed and scraped along the fiery shaft, taking her breath away. “Do it, baby! Oh, my God, do it to Mother!”
Soft, wet sounds came from between her legs as her son stabbed. She felt the juices of her cunt sliding down into the crack of her ass, over her puckering asshole. She couldn’t remember being so wet in her entire life. Her cunt was literally drenching his balls and cock. Her ass humped, thrashing up and down, beating the cushions of the couch. Her hands clung to his hips, jerking him downward as she tried to get his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. She gasped and cried out with the growing ecstasy. His hands on her tits squeezed and pulled, and his hips slapped back and forth between her thighs.
With a cry of rapture, her hands slipped up to his sides to his shoulders, and she pulled him down. Tilting her head, she smashed her lips against his, kissing him frantically. She darted her hands down his back, clawing at the bunching cheeks of his ass, urging him to raw fast and hard. When she thrust her tongue into her son’s mouth, Tony groaned and shoved his hands down to her grinding ass and grabbed an asscheek in each palm, lifting her cunt high. Janice licked at her son’s mouth, sucking on his tongue. She humped her ass violently, squirming and jerking to his pounding thrusts.
“Ohhh, so good, Tony!” she cried. “Ahhh, baby, give it to me! Give it to Mother! Give it all to me… deep and hard, Tony!”
Tony, squeezing her churning ass, grunted in his efforts. He lifted his head and stared down at her grimacing face. She looked even more beautiful to him, caught up in the throes of wild, mindless passion. Her mouth looked swollen, her eyes glazed with erotic ecstasy.
“Mom, it’s great! You’re so wet and hot!”
“Yes, baby!” she whimpered. “I’m hot and wet… and you’re so hard! I want it. Tony! Oh, God, I want it so much!”
“You’re getting it, Mom! I’m giving it to you!”
Images of the woman next door flashed through Janice’s mind. She saw the woman on her knees, sucking hungrily at the unknown man’s cock, her arms wrapped about his naked hips, holding his ass. She saw the thick come juice dribble from the woman’s lips. With a cry, she rammed her cunt up onto her son’s cock brutally, grinding hard, circling her ass even as she lunged her hips up and down.
The hot tingling grew, her cunt melting with the extreme ecstasy.
“Tony… baby!” she moaned, twisting her head as she felt an orgasm swelling deep inside her cunt. “Ohhh, my God, Tony, you’re about to make me… ooooh, yes, baby!”
Flinging her ass about frantically, Janice bit at her bottom lip, feeling the scream starting. She clawed at her son’s bouncing ass, her finger digging into the crack to urge him on. Her clit was about to burst. Tony was holding her ass tightly, his face buried in her soft, hot tits, panting against her flesh.
She could feel her juices on her naked ass, soaking into the cushions of the couch, and she didn’t care.
She stroked his shaking body until he became calm, and then held him tenderly, letting him recover. His cock shrank and began to slip from her cunt. With a squeal, she tried to hold it inside, but his prick came free, drooping along the crack of her ass.
She kissed at his cheek tenderly, caressing his back. The tip of her tongue tasted the sweat on his neck.
“Oh, my God!” she said suddenly. Tony lifted. “What’s wrong?” Janice’s face was red, her face turning to one side as she covered her eyes with one arm.
“Mom, what’s wrong?”
“I… what I said,” she said softly, shyly. “I said… Tony, you must be ashamed of me.”
“Why, Mom?”
“Because of what I said… those wicked words.”
“You mean fuck, Mom?”
She nodded, her face on fire with embarrassment. “I don’t say those words.”
Tony stood, laughing softly. His laughter increased her embarrassment. “Well, I did fuck you, Mom,” he said.
She kept her face averted as if this would conceal her from him, but she lay sprawled, wantonly, cunt and tits displayed. She heard him pick up his clothing, and when she peeked, he was gone.
Tony did not approach her for a few days. He was there, but neither of them mentioned what they had done. He didn’t seem shy or ashamed, but almost indifferent. It was the trait she had seen in men that she had dated who, once they had what they wanted from her, ignored her.
Tony acted no differently toward her than before. He showed her as much affection as always, but never in an intimate manner. Despite herself, Janice worried about that. Was Tony like other men, satisfied now that he had gotten what he wanted from her?
She noticed that he looked up at her every time she was on the stairs, seeing under her short skirts, but would always look away when she was at the bottom. He didn’t seem embarrassed, his face never flushing, but he didn’t show any sexual interest in her anymore. Ironically, as her son showed this indifference toward her, Janice found herself wanting her son again and again, his cock pounding away at her steamy cunt, fucking her over and over until she was too exhausted to move.
In her bedroom, she looked across at the other house. She had not watched the woman with her men for the past few days. A movement at the corner of the house caught her eye, and she looked in that direction. She saw Nancy, the little girl next door, climbing over the wooden fence into her yard. Curious, she left her room and went to the end of the hallway, where a small window overlooked the roof of the patio. She saw Nancy walking toward Tony, who was lying on a huge towel, wearing an old pair of faded jeans cut off at his thighs.
