Kathy Andrews Collection, page 485
Her clit seemed to be rubbing and scraping at the shaft of her son’s cock, sending thrill after rippling thrill from her curling toes to the top of her head. She gasped as he rammed hard into her, forcing the breath from her lungs. The harder he thrust his cock into her cunt, the better it felt. Her flesh was on fire, melting, with the core of her heat between her thighs. Her cunt felt so swollen, she could hardly believe it, the lips puffy as they grabbed and gripped at his cock.
“Hold me tight!” she sobbed, swinging her ass in a tight, eager circle. “Ohhhh, Ted, hold mother tight! Ahhh, go faster, baby! Oooooh, that’s so good! Keep that up, darling, and I’ll, oh, God, you’re going to make me come, Ted!”
Becky’s eyes were wide open now. Her moist, full lips formed an oval of delightful pleasure. She moaned and cried out as the sensation of orgasm burned so hotly inside her cunt. Her stomach was rippling, her tits ready to burst. She was sure her cunt was melting, it was so hot. But her son’s cock, she had never felt anything so hard inside her before. He clutched her ass in a way her ex-husband never had, squeezing with his fingers.
Sobbing with mindless ecstasy, Becky jerked one hand out of her son’s pants, hastily jerking her skirt up in back to her waist. Then she shoved her son’s hand inside her panties, making a gurgling sound as she felt him palm her naked ass. She began to bounce faster, jerking her hips upward, smacking her cunt against the base of his cock.
“Ted, baby!” she screamed in a choking sound. “I’m about… ohhh, God, you’re going to make mother come! I want to come, Ted! I want to come so much!”
Ted was stabbing into his mother’s fiery cunt frantically, his balls very tight. He was panting from his feverish effort, yet he seemed to fuck her faster and faster. She was sure his cock was expanding inside her pussy. Her pussy lips closed about it, riding hotly, flexing and gripping his cock as tight as possible.
“Now!” she shouted.
Her hips were flung upward, and she began to grind in a frenzy at his cock.
“Ohhhh, baby, now!” Becky shrieked.
The spasms exploded, her pussy clutching and squeezing her son’s cock as her orgasm took control of her.
“I’m coming!” she screamed. “Ohhh, Ted, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast! Ohhhh, God, give it to mother! I love it, Ted! I love to feel your cock in my pussy, in mother’s cunt… fuck it, Ted! Ohhh, God, fuck mother’s cunt! I’m… coming so hard!”
Her cunt was holding his prick so tightly that Ted had trouble fucking, but like his mother, he was desperate. His balls were about to explode, and his cock was tingling. He clung to her tight asscheeks, and with a loud groan, he fucked his cock as deep as he could, his body going stiff between her thighs.
Becky’s eyes opened and closed as she felt her son’s cock pulsate inside her cunt, and then she felt the rapid squirts as he came. She couldn’t ever remember feeling it when her husband gushed into her pussy, but she felt each splash of her son’s come juice as it spattered along the satiny walls of her slippery cunt, every single spurt.
After her son came, she kept holding him tightly, not wanting to let him go. Her flesh glowed in a radiant beauty, her cunt still pulsating around his softening prick. She stroked his ass, her hands inside his pants and shorts.
Ted, breathing deeply, had pulled his hands from his mother’s panties, wanting to feel her tits. Becky helped to place his hands on her sweatered tits.
Ted lifted his head and gazed down at his mother’s face. She stared back up at him, a nervous smile spreading over her beautiful features.
“I-I guess we did it, didn’t we, Ted?”
“I think so, Mom,” he replied, but without any evidence of embarrassment, holding her tit in his hand.
Then it happened. Becky tried to stop it, but as always, she failed.
She began to squirt piss, pissing and stopping, pissing and stopping.
“Ohhh, I knew it!” she cried, pushing at her son.
“Knew what?” he asked, puzzled.
She pushed him off, and Ted rolled to her side, confused. He wanted to keep his cock inside his mother’s pussy, maybe get another hard-on, and fuck her again.
Becky jumped up and ran into her bathroom. But in her rush, she left the door open. She jerked her skirt up and her panties down, then sat on the toilet, flushed with embarrassment as she pissed.
Ted, curious, got to his feet. Holding his pants and shorts up with one hand, he stood in the doorway, looking at his mother. Becky shyly pulled her skirt aver her knees, but she couldn’t stop pissing. She tried to avoid looking at her son, but his cock was hanging from his pants, glistening wetly. The front of his open jeans were wet with her piss, she noticed.
“I’m sorry, Ted,” she said softly, shyly. “I… I couldn’t help it.”
“Help what, Mom?”
“I… it happens almost every time,” she said.
“What happens every time? Tell me.”
“I… well, after I come, I always seem to pee,” she said, her voice so low that Ted could hardly hear the words.
“What’s wrong with that, Mom? Sometimes I have to pee, afterward.”
“You’ve… Ted, you’re so young,” she said. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “I mean after I… you know, play with myself.”
Becky gazed at him. Ted stood with his cock dangling, still holding his pants in one hand, not at all shy as he had been before. Something about getting pussy seemed to make a guy bold, she thought.
As impulsive as she had grabbed him in her bedroom, Becky now acted just as impulsively. “Do you have to pee now?”
“Kinda bad,” he replied, dancing from one foot to the other. “I better use the other bathroom.”
He started to turn and go.
“Wait!” she called. “You can pee here.”
“But you’re not finished, Mom.”
Becky spread her knees wide, stretching them on each side of the toilet seat. She drew her skirt to her waist, and Ted stared at the shadow of her pussy hair through her skimpy panties. Becky held the crotch of her panties to one side, and the golden piss streamed from her cunt.
“You can pee here… between my legs,” she said hoarsely.
“But you’ll see, Mom!” he protested.
“You see me, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes glittering.
“Yeah, I do,” Ted grinned.
“Okay,” he agreed. “I’ll be careful, Mom.” Ted stood in front of her, shoving his pants and shorts to his knees.
Becky gazed at his cock and balls, running her tongue over her lips. She held her breath as she anticipated seeing hot piss spurt, from her son’s cock. She wanted to hold it, to aim it, but kept her hands off him.
Ted pissed.
Becky made a swallowing sound as she stared at his pisshole, watching golden piss spew from it. Ted carefully held his cock so he pissed between his mother’s thighs, watching it mingle with her piss.
“You don’t have to be so careful!” Becky whispered. “I won’t mind if you splash me.”
With a giggle, Ted moved his cock.
“Ohhhh!” Becky gasped when he pissed over the front of her panties.
Ted giggled mischievously.
He lifted his cock, and she stared as the hot piss moved up to the elastic band of her panties, then her son moved his cock once more, pissing along her inner thighs. The feel of his hot piss shook Becky. Her eyes slitted, her lips ovaled, and she felt herself ready to come again. She stopped pissing. She began to rub her cunt, sliding her palm up and down the wet lips and her throbbing clit, watching her son piss.
Ted, amazed to see his mother touching her cunt, sprayed plus over her hand, her thighs, drenching her panties. Becky made soft squealing sounds as an orgasm quickly approached.
“Ohhh, I’m about to come again!” she said.
Ted watched his mother’s body shudder, knowing she was coming. But he was through pissing. He shook his cock, sending the last few drops onto her slim thighs.
“I don’t believe it!” Becky gasped.
“Don’t believe what, Mom?”
“That made me come.”
“What’s wrong with, that?”
“Oh, baby, nothing is wrong, I don’t think,” she said, lifting her face to his. “I just, ohhhh, darling!”
She saw a glistening bead of piss clinging to the tip of his cock. Almost before she was aware of her intentions, her tongue snaked put and she darted forward. She licked the bead of piss off her son’s cock, then she made a gasping sound of surprise at what she had done.
Ted giggled softly.
“I don’t know why I did that,” she said in a whispery voice. “You must think I’m horrible.”
“I don’t, either, Mom.”
“You don’t?” she asked, looking up at him again. “You really don’t think I’m horrible?”
“I think you’re great,” he said.
“Really?” Becky couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You think I’m great, after what we did?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“But other people… mother…”
“I don’t care about other people or other mothers,” Ted replied. “I only care about you, us, Mom.”
Becky stared up at him. A shy blush crept over her face. She wanted to hug him, to bury her face into her son’s crotch, feel his cock and balls against it. Her ex-husband would never allow that he thought that a woman who would push her face into a man’s crotch was hardly more than a whore. If he was right, then Becky wanted to be a whore, because she wanted to bury her face into her son’s crotch very much. Her eyes searched his cock and balls. He appeared hairless, until she looked closely, and she saw the fuzz at the base of his cock. Ted had no hair on his prick or balls, yet he came so very much inside her cunt.
“I didn’t realize I could get so wild,” she said shyly.
Ted laughed. “You got kinda wild, Mom.”
“Do you like… you know, doing that?”
“You mean fucking?”
She nodded, feeling a thrill inside her body to hear that son speak so bluntly to her.
“You’re my first girl, Mom,” he admitted. “But, sure, I like it. I love it! You’re so soft there, so tight and wet and really, really hot!”
She lifted her hand to touch his balls. “You want to do it… I mean, would you like to… you know, fuck me, again?”
“Hey, I sure would, Mom!”
Now Becky giggled. “Then we have to make this hard, don’t we?”
She caressed her son’s cock. It was slippery and wet from her pussy. The feel excited her, and she lifted her other hand to his balls. She closed her fist around his cock and pumped it, feeling it growing, swelling. She made soft purring sounds as she sat on the toilet, her panties dripping with piss.
Ted leaned slightly, cupping his mother’s tits through her sweater, not at all shy now. “Oaoooh, you have nice tits, Mom. I’ve wanted to touch them ever since I saw you sleeping.”
“Play with them, baby,” she urged. “You can shove your hands down mother’s sweater and play with them.”
Eagerly Ted stretched the neck of her sweater, peering inside at her tits. He pushed his hand down and cupped one tit feeling her nipple press at his palm. He held her sweater away so he could look down at her other tit.
Becky stroked his cock, making him become very hard again.
“I want it!” she moaned, looking up at him. “I want this cock in me again, Ted!”
“Me, too, Mom!”
She stood up, his hand coming out of her sweater. She pulled her sweater up, and Ted pushed his hand under it and onto her tit again. Purring as her son squeezed her tit, she lowered he face to his, pressing her moist lips on his mouth as she gripped his cock hard. Her tongue flicked past his teeth and across his tongue, making Ted gasp in pleasure.
Ted found his mother’s panties very wet as his other hand lifted her skirt and moved about. Becky spread her legs, pushing her crotch to him as her tongue flicked around inside his mouth. Feverishly, she pulled his cock against her thighs.
“Oh, I need it now, baby!” she gasped, grasping his cock. “Come on, hurry! Ohhhh, yes, I want it so much, Ted!”
They rushed into the bedroom, where Becky shoved her panties down, kicking them off her feet. She yanked her skirt to her waist and spread out on the bed, one tit exposed beneath her sweater. Her wet, hairy cunt gleamed, inviting her son, as she spread her legs wide. Becky’s eyes glittered with the heat of her need.
“Come on, Ted!” she yelled. “Hurry! I want it hard and fast! Ohhh, God, baby, ram it to mother!”
This time Ted pushed his jeans down to his feet. He started to remove them completely, but Becky didn’t want to wait even that long.
“Fuck them!” she hissed. “Give me that cock now!”
Ted fell across her, and Becky ran her hand between them, pushing his cock down. The swollen head of his prick rubbed across her distended clit, then the hot, wet slit of her pussy. As his cock penetrated her once more, Becky let out a hiss of ecstasy, thrusting her cunt up as her son came down. She held his waist tightly, and, as Ted began to stab in and out, her hips jerked wildly with him, making soft, fleshy sounds as his cock entered her cunt with rapid plunges.
With a cry of rapture, she shoved her long legs straight up in the air, waving them around, her ass twisting and churning as her hands clutched at his bobbing ass.
Ted buried his face into his mother’s tits, shoving her sweater to her neck, freeing both firm tit-mounds. His hands moved up and down his mother’s flesh, stroking from her dancing hips to her tits. He squeezed a tit and made the nipple bulge, then he quickly pulled it into his mouth, sucking hard and eagerly. With her son’s cock plunging up and down, driving into her pussy, and the strong suction of his mouth on her stiff nipple, Becky went wild.
“Ohhhh, fuck me, Ted!” she urged hoarsely. “Fuck me hard, darling! Suck my titties! Suck my fucking nipple… fuck my fucking cunt! Ahhhh, baby, baby, it’s so fucking good!”
Her hands clawed at his ass, squeezing his bunching asscheeks, then running up his back and down again. She bent her knees, placing her heels into the bed, arching her cunt and swinging it from side to side. The hair of her cunt was soaked in piss, hers and his, and the wet sounds excited them both.
Her fingers dug between the cheeks of his ass. When she felt the crinkle of his asshole, Becky rubbed at it, causing her son to grunt. But he also seemed to stab his cock that much deeper into her fiery pussy. Pushing her hand a bit lower and between his legs, she managed to capture his young, tight, hot balls while he fucked into her cunt. Again, Ted groaned as his mother pulled and twisted at his sensitive, cum-loaded balls.
With a cry of ecstasy, Becky drew her knees up and back, sliding them along her son’s sides. This lifted her ass, and Ted pulled his mouth from her tit, bracing himself, with his feet digging into the mattress, his hands gabbing at the speeding cheeks of her ass.
“Ohhhh, yes, baby!” Becky cried. “This is good! God, you can go so deep this way! Fuck me, Ted! Ohhhh, yes, fuck mother! Fuck mother! Fuck mother so hard and fast!”
Ted fucked as fast as he could, his face resting on her exposed titties, his breath coming in hot panting sounds. Each stab into her cunt brought an answering grunt from Becky. She swung her ass about with intense enthusiasm, sobbing softly as a burning, thrilling orgasm began swelling inside her pussy.
With her knees back, ass high, Ted fucked her. His cock ran up and down with frantic motions. His balls had become very tight now, and his cock was tingling, the tip, very, very sensitive. The soft, but ever so tight, walls of his mother’s cunt began to move on his cock, squeezing and pulling.
“Mom, I’m about to come!” Ted shouted, lifting his head off her tits, his young face contorted with the intensity of his feelings. “Ohhhh, I gotta let it go, Mom!”
“Come!” she gasped, clutching his naked ass and grinding her cunt furiously, the hairy lips smashed at the base of his cock. “Give it to me, Ted! Ohhhh, please, give it to mother!”
With a yelp, Ted stabbed hard, his body shaking. Then he went stiff.
Becky cried out as the spurts of his hot come juice spattered into her cunt. Her stomach rippled, then she began to come hard and hot. Her cunt pulled at her son’s gushing cock, squeezing and relaxing, her clit feeling as if it was about to burst from her body with the force of the spasms.
Tears ran from Becky’s tightly closed eyes as she came. She strained her convulsing cunt as tight as she could onto his cock. She clutched the checks of his ass, pulling him downward, as if wanting to bury her son’s cock completely into her greedy cunt.
It seemed to Becky to last forever, but as the rippling heat began to subside, she slowly lowered her ass to the bed, squeezing him with her inner thighs and arms, smearing his face with wet kisses of joy.
“It was better than the first,” she whispered breathlessly. “God, Ted, you are one hell of a fucker!”
Pleased, Ted wrapped his arms around his mother, burying his face into her soft, but firm tits, kissing and licking at her satiny flesh, swishing his tongue about her still-tingling nipples.
CHAPTER THREE
Reluctantly Ted went off to school the next morning.
“I’ll miss you,” Becky said as she kissed him at the door.
“Mom, why can’t I stay home again?” he asked. “We could fuck all day.”
She smiled at him, caressing his smooth, young check.
“I know we could,” she said softly. “But you have to go to school, baby.”
She pulled him tightly against her body, squeezing him. She kissed him again, then slapped his ass.
“Scat, before I drag you back into the house.”
She watched him climb onto his bike and pedal away.
Becky took a long, leisurely bath. Everything had happened so suddenly, she was almost in shock. As she bathed, she hummed and sang, something she had not done in a very long time. But, before she pulled the drain plug, she ran her hands up and down her body, through the soft hair off her cunt and about her firm tits. It was as if she could still feel her son’s cock inside her pussy, feel every sensation that she had felt as he fucked her with such enthusiasm.
