Kathy Andrews Collection, page 452
Bobby was gripping her hips now, shoving her miniskirt to her waist past the elastic of her fishnet bikini panties. One ass cheek was fully revealed, as was her asshole. Bobby stared down at her ass, seeing the head of his cock pushing inward.
“I’m gonna fuck you!” he growled. “I’m gonna stick my cock up your ass and fuck you good, Mom!”
“Hurry!” she screamed.
Bobby lunged forward.
His prick seemed to rip her asshole wide open, and Sharon shrieked loudly. But his cock was inside her asshole. The cockhead went past the tight ass ring, and she felt the stretching, the fullness. Bobby paused, seeing the way his mother’s asshole stretched and held the hardness of his cock.
“Do it!” Sharon yelled. “Do it now! Fuck me in the ass! Hurry, Bobby! Ow, God, it hurts! But fuck my asshole anyway!”
Bobby thrust powerfully, fucking his cock deep into his mother’s asshole. Sharon screamed with almost excruciating pain, but she rammed her ass back, stuffing his cock all the way inside. The spreading cheeks of her ass made a slapping sound against his body, but his cock was fucked all the way up her asshole, his balls smashed upon her hairy, soaking wet cunt.
“Oh, God, it hurts!” Sharon sobbed.
Bobby grunted, digging his fingers into his mother’s hips and pulling her ass back, trying to get more of his cock into that hot, tight asshole. Sharon, despite the fiery pain in her ass, wiggled against him. Then she pulled forward, feeling his cock sliding along the ring of her asshole. She pulled her hips until she felt only the cockhead gripped in her ass, and with a cry, slammed backwards once more, stabbing herself in the ass with his cock.
“You feel so big, Bobby!” she cried. “Your cock feels so fucking big in my ass! Fuck me, baby fuck mother’s hot asshole. It hurts, but I can take it! Fuck me… ram your cock up mother’s tight asshole now!”
Bobby began pounding back and forth, fucking his cock in and out of her asshole. He grunted with his efforts, finding her asshole sucking and gripping tighter than his fist ever had. The searing heat of her asshole caused his young balls to draw up tight, smashing against the wetness of her hairy cunt with a slapping sound.
To Sharon’s amazement, the pain seemed to be fading away, and it started feeling good. She enjoyed the pulsations of her asshole, the way it stretched about his cock, the very fullness inside her ass. She cried out softly and twisted against him, urging him to fuck her as hard as he could.
“It feels better now, Bobby,” she sobbed. “It doesn’t hurt so much now.”
“You’re so tight, Mom!” he gasped.
“I should be,” Sharon giggled crazily.
“You’re the only one that’s put his cock in my asshole. Ooooo, it feels fantastic now, Bobby! I could learn to like it this way! Fuck me deep and hard, honey! Ohhhh, yes, I could learn to love being fucked in my asshole!”
“I love it, too, Mom!”
Sharon rammed her ass back and forth, meeting his stabbing cock with each thrust. The pain was gone now, replaced by the most exquisite sensation ever. Her asshole felt an fire, stretched forever, but she loved the feeling now. She clutched her ankles, trying to look up and watch his balls beat against her cunt. Her pussy was so wet, the insides of her thighs were glistening with cunt juice all the way to the tops of her nylons. The dark hair covering the lips of her cunt sparkled with the juices, her clit straining in a bulge of tingling hardness.
“Ohhhh, I think you’re going to make me come again, Bobby!” she squealed. “I feel like I’m going to come again!”
Her face showed the strain, her eyes wide open and trying to focus on her son’s balls beating against her cunt. The friction of his cock fucking in and out of her asshole seemed hot enough to create flames there. Bobby held her hips tightly, fucking into her hard, the head of his cock seeming to go all the way to her stomach. The soft, wet slaps seemed loud in the room, and Sharon began to grind her ass with him, feeling so exposed and wide open and deliciously lewd.
Her cunt lurched, snapping inwardly.
Bobby’s cock seemed to grow in size, pounding hotly up her ass.
“Ohhhh, now, now!” Sharon screeched. “My cunt… my asshole… oh, God! I’m going to come!”
Bobby, his young face contorted with ecstasy, rammed his cock as deep and hard as he could into his mother’s gripping, flexing asshole. His balls swelled, and he unleashed a torrent of boiling come juice. Sharon, feeling his cock cream burning the smooth walls of her asshole, screamed with intense ecstasy, her cunt clutched in tight, powerful orgasm.
Sharon felt her asshole sucking on her son’s squirting cock, sucking the come juice out of his writhing balls. Even though she, too, was coming in mindless waves of contracting orgasms, she felt his balls very tight against her hairy cunt, his cock jerking as he sprayed her ass guts full of his thick, scalding jizz.
Her legs shook and her knees trembled. She couldn’t remain upright any longer. She felt as if she would fall. She moved her hands forward, walking them along the carpet. Bobby clung to her, his cock still jammed into her clutching asshole. Sharon bent her knees and stretched out on her stomach across the floor. She lay with her hands above her head, gasping for air, her tits smashed flat. Her ass shivered as her son lay atop her. She felt his hot breath on her shoulders, felt his cock deflating. The softer his prick became, the less her asshole felt stuffed and stretched.
“Oh, my God!” Sharon hissed throatily. “You did it, Bobby!”
“Yeah, I think I did, Mom,” he panted, sliding his hands underneath. And, when his mother lifted her shoulders, he found he could hold her naked tit in one hand and her still covered fit with the other. He squeezed her tits gently.
“Take it out of me,” she whispered, suddenly feeling embarrassment again, knowing her face was tinged pink. “Please, Bobby, take it out of me now.”
She moaned as his cock pulled out of her asshole. She felt her ass ring close, yet at the same time she still felt wide open, as if her asshole would never again be tight. She remained on her stomach, knowing the miniskirt was bunched about her waist, her ass exposed through the fishnet of her bikini panties, that her son could see her in the garter belt and nylons.
She felt very bashful now, and couldn’t move her hands even to shove her miniskirt down.
“Don’t look at me, Bobby,” she whispered shyly.
“Why not, Mom?” she heard him reply from between her legs. “You didn’t care before.”
“I… please, just don’t look at me now.” But Bobby ignored her. He was learning something about his mother, and it pleased him. He realized she enjoyed being embarrassed, enjoying being seen despite her bashfulness.
Sitting on his heels between her legs, Bobby looked down at his mother. Her legs looked so very long in those nylons. He liked the contrast of them with the naked flesh above. Most of one ass cheek showed, but it didn’t matter because of those fishnet panties. The holes in them were quite large, and he could see her ass anyway. The crotch seemed caught between the lips of her cunt, one covered, the other revealed.
Sharon could feel her son’s eyes on her body. She wanted to pull her skirt down, anything that would cover her. Yet she couldn’t. She loved the feel of him looking at her. She covered her face in her arms, not looking back at him. There was a throbbing ache in her asshole, not painful though. It was a pleasant aching, a throbbing sort of ache that pulsated almost tenderly.
She felt her son moving a hand along the back of her thigh. She shivered as his fingers touched the naked flesh above the nylons. The cheeks of her ass bunched up, and soft moans bubbled from her. She had been fucked by her young son — there was no doubt about it. In her ass, yes, but fucked just the same. It had happened, finally. She knew he was back there, his pants still around his knees, his cock and balls naked, looking at her lewd exposure. She wanted to see him, to take a good look at his cock and balls, but felt too embarrassed to turn around.
Bobby ran his two hands over her thighs, feeling the silky nylons, the flesh above them. He moved his fingers between her thighs and Sharon’s ass twitched as she felt them brush the exposed hair of her cunt. Then she gasped.
Bobby had pushed her fishnet panties into the crack of her ass, revealing both ass cheeks to his hot, young eyes. She felt his palms on her ass, feeling softly, then squeezing. Her ass checks bunched when he drew a fingertip slowly up and down the crack of her ass.
“You’re still hot here, Mom,” he said. “You still feel very hot right here… your ass.”
“Bobby…”
He placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass, cupping them. Sharon’s ass, round and firm, was too large to fit his small palms. He kneaded her ass, twisting the ass cheeks. She felt them open, and the blush on her face became hotter. She could feel her son staring at her asshole. Somehow it seemed more intimate, more lewd, than if he had been staring at her cunt.
“So pretty, Mom,” she heard her son whispering. “You have a real pretty ass. Your ass is prettier than the girl in the mall, prettier than any one of those girls there.”
She was pleased by his compliment, but she knew he was saying it because he had never seen an ass before, not a naked ass.
Bobby pulled his hands to her thighs, gazing upon his mother’s creamy ass. He leaned forward and kissed one of the ass cheeks. Sharon gasped, her hips trembling, but said nothing. Bobby turned and kissed the other ass cheek. She felt his hot breath fan her naked flesh, and she whimpered softly. Then his tongue snaked out and he licked at the firm ass cheeks, sliding his wet tongue up and down, dipping below where they joined her thighs, licking upward and around. He licked at both ass cheeks, the flat surface of his tongue wetting his mother’s very smooth skin. He dragged his tongue about her ass for some time, then along the back of her thigh. Sharon felt the heat between her legs increasing, her cunt starting to pulsate again. She could feel herself dripping, hot juices oozing from her hairy cunt, soaking the crotch of her fishnet panties.
“Oh, Bobby, don’t! Please, don’t!”
Bobby now dragged his tongue up and down the crack of her ass. The fishnet panties were tight against her asshole where he had pulled them, and his tongue felt like fire on the inner cheeks of her ass. With an involuntary movement, Sharon’s hips lifted, twisting as her son kept licking and tasting of her ass.
“We’ve done enough, honey,” she moaned. “Please, no more! We shouldn’t have even done what we did.”
But Bobby, his cock stiffening, kept licking his mother’s ass. He held her hips, kissing and sucking the creamy flesh between his lips. He slipped his tongue downward and lapped at the exposed lip of her cunt, his nose almost in her ass. Sharon sobbed as his tongue seemed to swirl with fiery wetness about the lip of her hairy cunt. Her stomach tightened, and she knew that if he kept licking about her ass and pussylip this way, she would come again.
She couldn’t resist lifting her ass into his face, twisting it in a tight circle, groaning as ecstasy swelled inside her. Her back bowed as she pulled her knees forward a bit, her ass jutting up lewdly as her son ran his tongue about the creamy flesh, but always darting it back to the lip of her cunt. Then she gasped as she felt his hot mouth close about her crotch. Her panties were in the way, but Bobby didn’t seem to mind in the least. He licked and sucked the soaked crotch, tasting the juices of his mother’s cunt.
“Oooooo, Bobby!”
Bobby hooked a finger into the crotch of her panties, drawing it to the side, and buried his tongue into her cunt. Sharon sobbed with the rapture as he thrust his tongue in and out, fucking her cunt eagerly. She felt his breath searing the crack of her ass. She wiggled her pussy against him, groaning as her stomach tightened.
“You’ll… Bobby, please!” Sharon cried out. “You’re going to make me come again! Ohhhh, honey… baby!”
She lifted her ass a bit more, grinding it hard into his young face. Her cunt throbbed hotly as Bobby darted his tongue back and forth, stabbing her cunt with delight. The tongue fucking sent consuming heat racing up her body to her tits.
“Bobby! Oh, God, Bobby!” Sharon cried, shoving her hands underneath her body, and clutching her tits. One tit was still exposed, the other hidden by the satin blouse. She dug her fingers into her own tits, groaning loudly as she strained her uplifted ass and cunt into her son’s face. “I’m so… so hot! Oh, baby, do it more! Make me come, Bobby! Ohhh, that’s so good… make my cunt… my pussy… oh, Bobby, suck mother’s wet cunt!”
With a strangled groan, Sharon came.
Her cunt closed tightly about her son’s delving tongue, squeezing it as she came. Sharon clamped her eyes shut, digging into her swollen tits harshly, her ass grinding back into her son’s open mouth. The waves of overwhelming orgasm burned through her, from her head to her toes.
Bobby pulled his tongue from his mother’s cunt, his mouth gleaming wetly. His cock throbbed in a powerful hardness. He hooked a finger into her panties, and with a jerk, pulled them to one side again.
Sharon, her cunt still convulsing, would have taken her son’s cock into her cunt then and there, or anywhere else he wanted to put it. She arched her ass into the air, her cunt contracting in those never-ending orgasms. She moaned and sobbed, tears of exquisite torture in her tightly shut eyes. Bobby, his cock standing straight out, grabbed his mother’s hips, and jerked her backward.
His prick fucked into her asshole without resistance.
“Ohhh, Bobby!” Sharon screamed as she felt the renewed stretching of her asshole. “Ohhhhhh, baby, yes!”
Bobby fucked her ass furiously, driving his cock deeper and deeper into the searing heat of her gripping asshole, his balls again bouncing against her puffy, juicy cunt, making a wet slapping sound. Sharon strained her ass to her son, taking his cock eagerly into her burning asshole. She could feel the swollen cockhead, the ridges of his throbbing prick with the sensitive ring of her amazingly tight, yet accepting, asshole. It was much easier to take his cock up her ass this time. That first time had hurt, but now all she felt was ecstasy, a hot, perverse, intensely lewd, rapture.
“Hot fucking ass!” Bobby grunted, pounding relentlessly into his mother’s ass. “Hot, tight, fucking asshole, Mom!”
“Yes!” Sharon squealed, slamming her creamy ass back as he came forward, straining on his prick. “It is a hot ass, baby! Mother has a very tight, very hot, asshole! Fuck that hot asshole, Bobby! Oooo, God! Give it to me! Ram it to me! Fuck my ass… fuck mother up that tight, hot asshole! Ohhhh, baby, what a cock!”
The orgasms that had started with his tongue were still there. The only difference was they grew in power, causing her cunt to contract so tightly, her asshole sucking so hotly at his cock, Sharon didn’t think she could take much more.
She was weak, but still managed to swing her ass about with wild ecstasy. She dug into with her fingers, feeling a stab of pain in [missing text]. With a squeal, she shoved her legs straight out, causing her lower body to press against the floor. Bobby lay atop her, plunging his cock up and down, fucking her in the ass despite his lack of depth in this position. Sharon spread her legs, wide, trying to give him more access to her asshole.
“I’m gonna come again, Mom!” Bobby shouted.
“Yes!” Sharon screamed, feeling his cock throb inside her asshole. “Yes, yes, yes!”
With a loud grunt, Bobby fucked his cock into her asshole, and squirted his boiling come juice up her ass, spraying the smooth walls of her ass guts for the second time in less than an hour.
CHAPTER SIX
Bobby wanted to see what else his mother had bought that morning.
Shyly, Sharon allowed him to examine everything. She had removed her miniskirt, nylons, belt, and fishnet panties, and had bathed. She wore her robe now, a fluffy thing that concealed her curves, except for her narrow waist where it was belted.
She sat on the bed, watching her son examine the intimate clothing she had brought home. She had purchased a miniskirt, a garment of shiny material that, when she wore it, clung to her body, leaving well over half her thighs revealed. There was another garter belt, more nylons, one pair of fishnet hose. She had purchased a dozen new panties, but unlike any she had worn before. These were designed for one purpose only; to excite and arouse.
She had also bought a pair of leather boots, boots that came to her knees, with spiked heels.
“You’re gonna look beautiful, Mom!” Bobby exclaimed, caressing her new panties against his cheek. “These are so soft and smooth.”
He sat in the center of her bed, legs crossed, his cock standing up in hardness again as he fondled her new panties. He was still undressed, his pants now on the floor at the side of her bed. With her son naked and her in the robe, she had the strangest sensation it was she who was lewdly revealed, not her son.
Shyly looking at his cock, she smiled, with only a faint blush on her face now. Perhaps, she thought, she was finally overcoming that bashfulness, that sense of embarrassment when it came to sex.
“When are you gonna wear all this, Mom?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I just well, bought them.”
“Where are you gonna wear them?”
“At home,” she said, feeling her face grow warm. “Far you.”
Bobby moved his eyes about her body. “Sure, the way you put that fucking robe on, huh?”
“I had to put something on,” she said.
“Why?”
“Because… I don’t know,” she said.
“I’ve seen most of you already, Mom,” Bobby said. “I even fucked you in the ass. What are you trying to hide from me now?”
“I guess…” She lowered her eyes shyly. “I’m still your mother, and I don’t want to be… you know, naked.”
“Why the fuck not?”
In her mind, she agreed with him. She wanted to be naked, completely naked, before his young, eager eyes. She wanted her son to see her tits, her ass, her cunt. She wanted him to look at her, all of her, and become intensely excited. So excited his cock would gush jism without touching her.
