Kathy Andrews Collection, page 350
She placed her foot on the bottom strand, pulling the other with bath hands. The torn skirt parted, and her slender, creamy thigh showed, along with a teasing bit of pink panties.
Tony, halfway through the fence, facing her, paused and stared. Then he moved quickly through the fence.
Hand in hand, they walked over the pasture, through the scattered trees. They had no business being there, except that it was a nice day for a walk. They had been driving about five miles from home, when they decided to stop to enjoy the warm day. Judy usually drove once a month to a nearby farm, where she bought fresh vegetables. The car was loaded, and the vegetables would be cleaned and put in the freezer once they got home.
Judy seldom became too friendly with people, men or women. She preferred her life with her son, without close friends. She was a loner, and had always been a loner. Her son, it seemed, was taking that habit up. Like her, he had no close friends, wanted no close friends. He had told his mother many times he was content to be with her, always with her. He was not athletic, but loved books and was very intelligent. His interests varied, but mostly he liked history. Roman and Greek history. He was an avid reader of mythology, and was particularly interested in the sex-life of the ancient Romans and Greeks.
Judy encouraged his reading, often discussing with him the Gods of old, but would usually draw back when he ventured into the more erotic aspects of those civilizations. But it didn’t stop her mind from thinking, wondering, wanting. What it did was make her more aware of her being alone with her son, of her deeply bubbling passions and desires, desires she had never been able to explain, never talked about, even with her long-dead husband. She had been ashamed of those crazy desires for years, but had, in the past year or so, allowed herself to imagine, to fantasize, to wonder what if…
She clung to her son’s hand as they walked slowly until they were over a low rise and out of sight of the road. She had allowed her torn skirt to flap in the breeze. Tony couldn’t see anything; he was on the other side of her.
They paused and sat beneath an old twisted tree. Judy leaned against the trunk, making sure her skirt was tucked to cover her thighs and panties, while Tony sat cross-legged a few feet away, facing her. She studied his face. She could see the desire in his dark eyes, knowing her son wanted to see more of her, but not knowing how to ask. She wasn’t sure she could allow him to look beneath her skirt. Judy was afraid she would do more, like grab his cock, take it out and fuck him. For weeks Judy had known she wanted her son. At first it had startled her, but she had to be honest with herself. She could teach him so much, so very much.
Tony looked at her, silent.
She looked back at him, just as silent.
Tony was trying to look under her dress, and he wasn’t trying to conceal his interest. It was the fir si time he had looked so boldly at her, his eyes not wavering.
Judy felt her cunt throb inside the tight crotch of her panties. Her tits seemed to swell into a hardness, and her nipples became rigid. She drew her knees back to her chest, hugging them, still gazing into her son’s face.
“You’re very good-looking, Tony,” she said softly.
“You’re beautiful, Mother,” he replied, but his eyes never lifted.
Judy slipped her right hand don, sliding her fingers along her thigh. She felt the rip of her skirt, and slowly pulled it away. She heard a soft gasp from Tony, and his eyes widened slightly.
“Is this what you’re trying to look at Tony?” she asked, her voice whispery.
Tony stared at the back of his mother’s satiny thigh, seeing where her tan ended and the white of her hip began. His breathing increased, and Judy glanced at his crotch. She kept her eyes there, and lifted the torn skirt away, fanning it wide.
“Why are you looking at me, Tony?”
“Because… Mother, you’re beautiful!”
“But why are you looking… there?”
“I want to see, Mother,” he said, and now Judy noticed his cock starting to bulge in hardness inside his pants.
“We shouldn’t,” Judy whispered. “I mean, I shouldn’t let you see me this way.”
“Yes, you should,” Tony answered. “I want to see, Mother.”
Judy trembled. She wanted to show her son, show her body to him, let him see what she had for him, but despite Tony’s burning interest, she had to be certain, completely certain.
“Honey,” she said softly. “Would you… would you still love me if you saw? You wouldn’t hate me?”
“Mother, I’d love you anyway,” he replied. “No matter what, I’ll love you forever, and want to stay with you forever.”
Judy knew he was being honest with her, he just didn’t know. She leaned against the tree, her thigh showing, the ridge of her pink panties just visible to her son’s hot gaze. Her cunt was burning wetly, feeling as if it would melt the crotch of her panties, and if that happened, she would be sitting there with her pussy on display, deliciously, lewdly, wantonly, exposed to her son.
“You first,” she whispered, feeling childish.
“Okay,” Tony agreed quickly.
But he remained sitting.
Judy breathed deeply, her tits pushing at her blouse, her eyes seeing his cock starting to strain very hard at his pants now.
“You first,” she said again, her voice very low.
Tony stood up, and she stared straight at his cock. It pressed out at his pants, outlined. She could see his cock was not very big, but it was mouthwateringly beautiful to her. The turning point had arrived, Judy knew. She knew she wouldn’t stop now, not now. She wanted to see her son’s cock, see it out of his pants. She wanted to look at it and let her pussy soak her panties.
Tony stood straight, his hips arching slightly, as if proud of his hard-on. But he just stood there, not opening his pants.
“You first,” Judy said again, her voice barely audible.
“You promise, Mother?” Tony asked, excitement in his voice. “You’ll let me see, too? You won’t change your mind?”
Judy shook her head. “No, I won’t change my mind, darling.”
The breeze caught the hem of her torn skirt, lifting it. Her pink panties flashed to her hip.
Tony didn’t take his cock out.
He dropped his pants completely.
Judy’s breath stuck in her throat. She was staring at her son, naked between his waist and his knees, his cock jutting out with hardness, his cockhead smooth and swollen. She gazed with slitted eyes, seeing his long cockshaft, his round cockhead, his small pisshole, and his precious balls dangling below.
There was no hair, and somehow that excited her very much.
Tony seemed very excited to have his cock exposed to her, and she watched it jerk up and down. She wanted to grab his prick, to feel it, to stroke it, to play with his beautiful balls, but she sat frozen, her eyes hot, eating his cock and balls up, her cunt on fire.
“Oh, God, Tony!” she moaned, a delicious tremor going through her.
Tony took hold of his cock, closing his fist about it. When he squeezed, his cockhead looked ready to burst. His balls seemed to twitch, and Judy balled her fist up, fighting to keep from grabbing his cock and balls.
Tony didn’t say anything, but began to pump his cock. Judy stared, fascinated, sitting on the grass, her torn skirt flapping gently in the breeze, her panties flashing each time it was lifted.
“Want to see something, Mother?” Tony asked, his voice cracking with desire. “Want to see what I can do?”
“I know what you can do,” she replied in a breathless voice, her eyes never moving from his cock.
“You can watch me do it, Mother,” he said, and began to jack his cock, sliding his tight fist back and forth from his swollen cockhead to his prick base, his balls jiggling with motion.
“Tony…” she mewled, her voice husky. She hugged her knees tightly to her tits, licking her lips, staring hard at his cock and fist.
“What, Mother?” Tony gasped, pumping harder on his cock.
“Show me,” she said softly. “Show me what you can do.”
Tony pushed his hips forward, his fist pounding on his cock. His mouth hung open and his eyes were glassy. He stared right at his mother while he stood there, jacking off proudly.
Judy’s body shivered, her cunt throbbing with fiery wetness, her clit seeming to bore a hole into her tight panties. She breathed deeply, fighting hard to keep her own hands off his cock and balls. Tony moved closer to her, his feet parting. She felt his shoes touch hers, and his cock was only a foot or so away from her now. She had to tilt her head up slightly to watch him, and she was sure she could smell the scent of his crotch. It was an exciting, slightly sweaty scent, one that teased and excited her emotions.
She had never had her face that close to a cock before, and it excited her tremendously. The scent was just as she thought it would be. She had inhaled that scent on his worn shorts before, in secret, while playing with her cunt. She breathed deeply, watching the head of his cock as he pumped it. His small pisshole was getting wet now, and the wetness shone in the sun.
Tony was jacking off faster and faster, pushing his hips forward, grunting softly. His eyes seemed glazed, out of focus. Judy knew he would come soon, and she stared with awe at the head of his cock. He seemed proud to show her his hard-on, proud to let her watch him jack off.
“Now, Mother!” Tony suddenly gasped. “Oohhh!” she moaned.
A hot, thick spurt of comejuice landed on her forehead. Judy didn’t move, her eyes smoldering as she watched the creamy juice spurting out of his cock, right into her face. She felt his comejuice running about her cheeks, on her chin. She closed her lips just as a scalding spurt splashed across them. Tony jerked swiftly on his spewing prick, gasping, coming hard, sending his comejuice directly into his mother’s face.
When it was over, Tony stepped back, showing signs of embarrassment for the first time.
“I didn’t mean to come in your face, Mother,” he said, slumping, squatting with his pants at his knees.
Judy didn’t answer him. She leaned her head against the tree, her face dripping with come juice. Very slowly, tentatively, she pushed the tip of her tongue past her lips and tasted her son’s comejuice on her lips.
A shudder went through her. A soft squeal came from her lips and she had to fight to keep it from turning into a scream.
Her cunt exploded with orgasm.
CHAPTER TWO
It was several minutes before she could speak. During her orgasm, Judy had hugged her knees tightly to her tits, her eyes closed, her face dripping with her son’s comejuice. Tony had squatted and watched his mother. He knew what was happening to her; he had read all about that in a book he had at home.
Judy opened her eyes and saw him before her, and the way he was squatting, she could see his cock and balls dangling. It looked as if he was going to piss, or take a shit, or something… but it made her want to stare and stare.
“It’s your turn now, Mother,” Tony said in a low voice.
She was glad he didn’t apologize for coming in her face again. She knew it was her turn; she had promised him. But she felt fear creep through her body, a fear that it could get out of hand, that she would not leave her son alone, that she would use him to find out all those things she had dreamed of, thought of, fantasized about. Would Tony ridicule her? She didn’t think so.
“You promised, Mother,” Tony said. “You promised I could see.”
“I know,” Judy said, her voice very thick. “And I will, baby. Just let me… oh, hell! It’s now or never.”
Tony looked at her. “What does that mean, Mother?”
“It means if I don’t show you now, I probably won’t have the nerve later.”
Tony’s eyes took on a sparkle as Judy stood, her torn skirt fanning away from her body in the gentle breeze. Her face still dripped with his comejuice. She didn’t want to wipe it off. It felt good, like a precious oil. She wondered if the Romans or Greeks used to jack off into their women’s faces.
“The top first, Mother,” Tony asked, getting to his feet. His pants fell to his ankles, and he stood there with everything showing. “Let me see your… tits, first.”
Judy giggled, slightly embarrassed. “My tits?”
Tony nodded, almost dancing with excitement. Judy gazed at his cock and balls, watching them swing with his movement. He certainly wasn’t shy, she thought. Her hand lifted to her blouse, fumbling with the buttons. She had never exposed herself outdoors, but the idea sent a delicious shiver through her. She gazed straight at her son, opening the buttons of her blouse, her eyes hot. She trembled slightly, her blouse open, but held together by her nervous hands.
“Now, Mother,” Tony urged. “Please, show me now!”
Judy sucked in a deep breath, and her tits strained upward. Quickly, she pulled her blouse wide, holding it away from her body. Tony swallowed as he stared at his mother’s tits, fascination growing in his eyes. Judy’s tits were full and firm, closely spaced, creamy smooth. Her light-brown nipples jutted upward in hardness, tingling in the light breeze. She smiled at Tony, feeling very, very wicked. Her shoulders shrugged, and her tits jiggled tightly. Tony couldn’t take his eyes from his mother’s tits, and his mouth gaped as his eyes burned. His cock seemed to stir, and Judy lowered her gaze to it. If his cock was starting to swell, he must like her tits, she thought.
After a moment longer, Judy pulled her blouse from her arms and let it flutter to the grass. She could hardly believe how good she felt to be standing in the open, her tits showing. It felt even better because her son was there, staring hungrily at her. Perhaps those old Romans and Greeks had a good thing, she thought. Her hips twisted slightly with the sensations of pleasure she felt, her cunt puffy with wet heat.
Tony removed his pants, and stood wearing his t-shirt, socks and sneakers. Judy’s eyes moved up and down his body. She was thinking no one could look more erotic, more desirable, than her son did at that moment. The desire to grab him, hold him, hug him tight, was strong. She wanted to smash her tits into his eager face, feel her nipples inside his wet mouth, his tongue licking as he sucked with peed.
Her hands were at the zipper of her skirt, but she stood without pulling it down, watching his cock lift slowly. She didn’t feel as nervous as a few minutes ago. She was anxious to strip here, anxious to see what her son’s reaction would be to her body, her nakedness.
She pulled the zipper, and her skirt fluttered to her feet. She stood wearing her bikini panties, her arms held outward, her palms toward her son, a grin on her lovely face. Her dark hair whipped gently about her head in the breeze, and Tony saw only his mother’s body. Judy’s panties were pink, very tight, with white lace around the waist and crotch. The shadow of her pussy hair showed through. She spread her feet, and Tony stared at her. Judy’s waist was small, and her hips rounded. Her thighs were slender and shapely, very long. Her cunt made a mouthwatering bulge in the tight crotch of her panties, and that was where Tony fixed his eyes now. His cock came up, pointing straight out from his body. He was breathing hard, his eyes glassy.
“Hurry, Mother!” he panted. “I wanna see more!”
Judy giggled, unable to stop it. She felt like some little virginal high school girl doing something naughty with a boy. She slipped her fingers into the elastic, lacy waist of her panties, pushing them downward slowly. She paused when they slipped past the line of soft pussy hair.
“Tony,” she whispered softly, “do you want to go through with this?”
“Yeah, Mother!” he gulped. “You saw me! It’s your turn now.”
Judy knew she had reached the turning point. She could slip her panties back onto her hips, finish dressing, and they would go. It would be as if it had never happened, or like a dream she would treasure always. But Judy was fed up with dreams. She wanted the real thing. It was time to stop dreaming, stop fantasizing, she told herself. It was time to experience those things, to indulge her wild hungers. Tony wouldn’t laugh at her. Tony would join her.
Swiftly, she shoved her panties down, lifting first one foot, then the other, removing them. She stood, holding her panties in front of her body, covering her pussy. The breeze caught them, lifting them. Tony gasped as he saw the triangle of his mother’s pussy hair.
With a giggle, Judy dropped her panties.
She stood, naked, her legs open, and again held her hands chat, palms toward her son. Tony stared and stared, his cock angling upward now, his cockhead almost touching his stomach, intensely hard, his balls tight and full once more. “Well?” she asked softly.
“Mother, you’re… you’re…” Tony choked, his eyes wide as he stared at his naked mother. “Oh, beautiful, Mother! You’re so beautiful!”
Judy felt a ripple of pleasure move about her satiny flesh. She was well-tanned except for the two white strips of flesh over her tits and hips. She was tall and slender, but with exciting curves that caused her son’s cock to start dripping from his pisshole. She drew her hands to her body, stroking them up her sides, over her flat stomach. She toyed with the upper curls of her pussy hair, then brought her hands to her tits. Cupping them, she squeezed slightly, allowing her rubbery nipples to protrude from her fingers, her eyes on his cock. She licked her lips, feeling her pussy throb wetly. Judy knew that was only the beginning, the start of something that would delight them both.
Caressing her hands back down her body, her eyes now watching her son’s face, she parted the thick curls of her cunt, exposing her pink, puffy pussylips and her bulging clit to her son’s eyes. She stood with her hips jutted forward suggestively, her fingers opening her cunt.
Tony was gasping as if choking, his eyes boring into his mother’s cunt, his left hand gripping his tight balls, causing Judy to wonder if he wasn’t hurting them. His right hand was stroking his upstanding hard-on slowly but firmly.
“Tony,” she moaned softly, sliding a fingertip over her revealed clit. “Tony, baby… Mother needs you, darling! Mother needs you so much!”
Tony couldn’t answer. He was shaking with desire, squeezing his balls and cock as he watched his mother’s finger rubbing at her cunt. He was so excited, so aroused, he could hardly believe how good it felt. He had read and reread all those accounts in his book, pouring over the pictures of those long-dead ancients of Pompeii. Although his history books weren’t graphic, Tony understood very well, reading between the lines. That was the way to live, he thought. Everyone wearing those thin robes, tits showing, bodies revealed, fucking anywhere and everywhere, with anyone.
