Kathy Andrews Collection, page 69
“Asshole,” she said under her breath, watching the man swiftly hustle his family away.
She turned her gaze back to the passengers coming through the door, her eyes raking over the silver-haired man across from her. The man’s eyes bulged out, his mouth open. She glanced at his pants and saw a spreading stain there. Karen giggled to herself, knowing the man had come off and made a mess in his pants, all because he had seen her open her knees briefly for the departing man and his family.
Somehow, knowing the man had come off in his pants just from seeing the crotch of her panties was even more exciting than fucking that man in the telephone booth. She gave the man a radiant smile, closed her thighs, and searched the crowd for her son.
“Mother?”
She turned toward the voice and saw Tommy a few feet away. With a shock, she realized her son had seen what she had done, exposing herself that way. For a moment she felt ashamed of herself, then saw the bulge in her son’s pants.
Getting to her feet, she ran to him, flinging her arms around him and holding him tightly. She kissed his cheek and smoothed his hair back over his forehead.
“I’ve been waiting and waiting,” she said. “You hear so much about planes crashing, and I was worried and your plane was late and…”
Tommy had never heard his mother talk this way, talk so excitedly. He took her hand as they started to retrieve his luggage, trying to hide big hard-on.
CHAPTER TWO
Karen knew her son had seen her flash her crotch at those men, but he said nothing about it. She knew, too, that Tommy had a hard-on himself, and she knew he tried to conceal it.
What she had done in the air terminal had been strange behavior for her, but it had excited her tremendously. She had never done anything like that before, but as the impulse to do so came, Karen gave not one more thought about the wrong but flashed the man eagerly. Even then, she had no thought of fucking him, but still, she had done that, too.
In the cab, on the way home, she noticed that her son was unusually quiet, glancing at her knees often. Shivering with that strange feeling again, Karen managed to hike her skirt without being obvious. Feeling her son’s gaze on her nyloned knees was turning her on, something she found unusually exciting. Her skirt rested halfway up her thighs, almost to the tops of her nylons. She pretended to look out the window of the speeding cab, letting her son look at her thighs without knowing she was letting him.
Karen wondered if her son desired her, if he would love to stuff his cock up her cunt, to fuck her, his own mother. She knew most boys Tommy’s age were very interested in seeing women, yearning to explore the mysteries beneath their dresses. She also knew that Tommy, just before going to stay with his father had been coming. She had found the evidence of his come in the sheets a day or so before he had left. Apparently he had not come before, she thought. She wasn’t sure at what age a boy could discharge, but Tommy had apparently reached that age now. She wondered if seeing her thighs would make him come in his pants the way that silver-haired man had done at the air terminal. It would be nice, she thought, for her to come off as he sat next to her, gazing at her long, creamy legs. It gave her a warm, tingling sensation to think her son could come off by looking at her, that it was her — his mother — who made him spurt that sweetness from the head of his cock.
The cab pulled up before their home and stopped. The house was a sprawling ranch-style home with a well-kept lawn and lots of shrubbery. It was located in a very nice, well-kept neighborhood, showing the affluence of the residents.
Tommy got out as the driver went to the trunk to unload his luggage. He stood a few feet from the open door, watching his mother swing her long legs to the curb. Karen sensed her son’s gaze on them, and she paused with one leg outside, the other still in the cab. Her skirt, halfway up her thighs, stretched and parted with her legs. Glancing at her son, she saw him staring directly between her legs. She knew he could see the creamy flesh of her thighs past her nylons as well as the bulge of her cunt in the tight crotch of her skimpy panties. A ripple of strange excitement flowed through her, and she felt a fire licking at her cunt.
She paused this way for a long time, staring at her son’s young and handsome face, letting him gaze under her stretched skin. She stayed that way until the driver had deposited his bags on the curb, then she stepped out, smoothing her skirt down over her hips.
After paying the driver, she helped her son carry his suitcases to the house. She paused to search for the key in her purse, feeling her son’s gaze burning on her back. The same kind of impulse she had felt at the air terminal came over her, and, before she could truly consider her actions, she dropped her purse.
“Oh, shit!” she exclaimed, and she bent from the waist to pick it up. Her skirt lifted very high in back, and she knew Tommy could see past her nylons. A twitching of steamy heat flowed through her cunt, and she bent even more, hoping her son could see her panties. Whether he did or not, she had no idea, but thinking that he had excited her.
The house was comfortably cool after the heat of the early afternoon.
“Honey, take your bags to your room,” she said. “It’s so hot and sticky, I’m taking a shower right away.”
“Sure, Mother,” Tommy replied, and she caught a quiver in his voice.
She glanced at him, then turned her back and began unbuttoning her blouse as she walked toward the hall. By the time she reached the hall, she had pulled her blouse off. Tommy, she knew, was gazing at her back, seeing the strap of her bra. She hoped his cock was hard again.
Karen took a long shower. By the time she finished and wandered back to the living room, wearing only a robe, she found the place empty. She had been in the shower for some time, and she peeked into Tommy’s room. That, too, was empty. Going to the kitchen, she looked out into the back yard where the pool glistened in the sun. Tommy was there, wearing his trunks. She should have known that that was where he would be, she thought with a smile.
Thai she saw the blonde head of Cathy surface near where her son sat. Cathy lived next door. She was a beautiful little girl her son’s age. She watched Cathy jump onto the deck, her lithe young body, slender and lovely, dripping water. Cathy was wearing a very tiny polka dot bikini, bright yellow with black dots. Her small tits barely jutted from her chest, and the bottoms of her bikini clung wet and tight to her sweet little ass. The lower cheeks of Cathy’s ass were exposed, and the girl made no move to pull the material from the crack of her ass.
Karen watched the girl sit before her son, her legs drawn up with her chin resting on her dimpled knees. Her son, too, sat with his knees up, and a small gasp came from Karen. She could see the head of her son’s cock peeking from his trunks, and it was obvious the little girl could, too. She watched her son’s cock grow, swelling into hardness. She could not hear what they were saying, but they were talking. Her eyes became fixed upon her son’s cock as his prick grew into a full hard-on, the head of his cock now standing from his trunks completely. Although Tommy acted as if he was not showing his cock, it was obvious to Karen that Cathy saw his prick. The girl’s eyes sparkled and she was looking directly at Tommy’s prick.
Then Cathy darted a hand for Tommy’s cock. Karen saw those small fingers grip her son’s cock for a brief moment, then Tommy jerked away and dived sideways into the pool.
Seeing her son’s cock shook Karen more than she wanted to admit. Her cunt had almost convulsed with orgasm as his cock grew. She wandered through the house, the image of his cock branded on her brain. The heat in her cunt was becoming more pronounced. The way Cathy had reached for Tommy’s cock told Karen that this couldn’t possibly be the first time she had seen his prick. She wondered how long this had been going on. Cathy had lived next door to them for three years, and Karen knew how close Tommy and the girl were.
Returning to her room, Karen slipped into a pair of bikini panties, leaving her robe on. Taking her nail polish, she went back to the living room and began to paint her toenails.
Hearing her son enter, she looked up and smiled. She had one foot on the couch, half her toenails finished. “Hey, guy; you’re dripping water all over the carpet.”
“Sorry, Mother,” he said and started to turn. But he had caught a glimpse of his mother’s thigh.
Karen felt her son’s eyes burning on her flesh, and her gaze moved immediately to the front of his wet trunks. His cock swelled before her eyes, straining at the thin fabric of his trunks. She ran her tongue over her lips, knowing her son was watching her. Glancing down, she saw what he was gazing so intently at. Her robe was open, the crotch of her panties showing. But that wasn’t all. The dark auburn curls of her cunt swirled around each side of the tight band, and her cunt was outlined, her pussy lips puffy, with the slit clearly showing.
Tommy was not in the least bashful as her gaze went down his body to stop at his throbbing hard-on again. He stared openly at his mother, his eyes showing his excitement at what he saw.
There was a heavy but thrilling tension between them. They didn’t speak for a long time, just looked at each other. Finally, Karen spoke, her voice throaty with desire.
“What have you been doing at your father’s, honey?” she asked. “Maybe you shouldn’t visit him anymore. You’re getting older and taking an interest in girls.”
“I saw her, too,” Tommy said, his gaze never moving from his mother’s crotch.
“Saw who? Cathy?”
“Dad’s new wife.”
“Oh? What do you mean… you saw her, too?”
“Like this,” Tommy said. “Only she didn’t have panties on.”
Karen gasped at her son’s boldness. But his boldness excited her. The fact that Tommy wasn’t at all shy about seeing her so exposed, his cock so hard, sent a simmering heat about her inner thighs.
“No panties on?” Karen asked, her voice now just a whisper.
“No,” Tommy replied. “She wasn’t as hairy as you, Mother.”
Karen surprised herself now. She stared with open admiration at her son’s straining cock. “You don’t like a lot of hair, baby?”
“Oh, I love a lot of hair, Mother,” he said. Again Karen surprised herself. “You’ve seen a lot of hairy cunts?”
As soon as that word came from her, she felt heat creep over her face, but Tommy giggled about it. She was finding that her son was more precocious than she had imagined. His cock strained hard against his wet trunks and she could see his prick throb.
“I’ve never seen any cunt… except hers, Mother,” Tommy said without blushing.
Karen shivered with heat as he said that, her mind swirling with strange pleasures. There was a bubbling sensation in her cunt now, a bubbling heat that was soaking into her panties as her son kept staring at her.
“Not even Cathy’s?” she asked.
Tommy shook his head.
“But, I saw her grab your… grab you.”
“Cathy is always trying to see me, Mother,” he said, “so I let her. She says she likes to see a guy with a hard-on.”
“I do, too,” Karen whispered, gazing significantly at her son’s cock now. “I truly love to see a guy with a hard-on.”
“Like me?” Tommy asked.
Karen nodded her head slowly, watching her son’s cock throb against his trunks. She could see the full outline of his prick, even the size of his swollen cock head.
“Would this be better?” Tommy asked, and jerked aside the leg of his trunks. His cock thrust out, very hard. Then he covered his prick quickly.
Karen moaned softly, excited by her quick glance at her son’s cock.
“Is that what… your father’s wife did?” she asked.
“She didn’t do anything, Mother,” Tommy said. “She just sat in a chair with her legs open and no panties on.”
“What did you do?”
“I came off,” Tommy admitted without embarrassment. “I came in my pants.”
“She saw?”
“I think so,” Tommy answered. “She giggled, anyway.”
“Would you like to… well, see mine?” Karen heard herself asking.
Tommy made a choking sound as he nodded his head.
“You really would?”
“Yes, Mother.”
“You’d never tell anyone, would you?” Karen asked, her voice low and husky with lewd emotion. “You won’t tell a soul, not even Cathy!”
“No one, Mother,” Tommy said. “I won’t tell anyone, not even Cathy.”
“Promise?” Karen’s eyes were glittering with a steamy hunger now, her body shaking with desire. “You promise, Tommy?”
Childishly, her son crossed his heart.
“Well, I guess a little peek won’t hurt,” Karen said, sliding her hand down her thigh, her fingertip tracing along the tight crotch of her panties, feeling the hair swirling out from it. “But you’ve got to keep it a secret!”
Karen sucked in a lung full of air, hooked a finger into the crotch of her panties and swung her uplifted knee wide. She jerked her panties to one side.
“Wow!” Tommy gasped, seeing his mother’s cunt. The rich dark hair was thick and long, but he could see the slit of her cunt, the wetness of her pink pussy, and the tip of her inflamed clit. “That’s nice, Mother!”
Karen giggled like a naughty little girl, sliding her panties back over her cunt.
“Lemme see it again, Mother!”
Karen hesitated. Having her son see her cunt had almost caused her to come. She stared at his straining cock, whispering, “You’re not going to come in your trunks, are you?”
“I don’t know,” Tommy replied hoarsely. “It sure feels like I might.”
“If I show you again, will you show me, too?”
Tommy’s hand moved fast, yanking his trunks away from his cock. Karen made a sobbing sound as her fingers pulled the crotch of her panties from her cunt again. This time she held it far to one side, letting Tommy stare at her pussy. Her eyes burned on the hardness of his prick. She held her knee off to one side, and the shapely triangle of her dark cunt hair was fully exposed to her son’s blazing eyes.
“Oh, shit!” Tommy gasped.
“Ooo!” Karen moaned.
Thick white come gushed from her son’s cock, splattering on the carpet a few feet in front of him. Karen held her panties wide, watching ha son come, her mouth open as she sucked in air, shaking with excitement.
“You’re coming, Tommy!” she groaned.
“I can’t help it, Mother!” he gasped, gripping his cock with a tight fist, squeezing his prick as if trying to stop himself from coming.
“Don’t!” she gasped. “Don’t try to stop it, Tommy! Come all you want… fuck the carpet! God! That’s beautiful watching your come squirt out of your cock!”
Tommy’s cock dripped to a stop, and he started to stuff his prick back into his trunks, but Karen stopped him. “No, don’t put it away yet baby!”
She stood up, her robe falling apart, her creamy, upstanding tits revealed, her rigid nipples pointing toward the ceiling. She found the box of tissue and moved to him, kneeling down and cleaning his come off the carpet. His cock dangled in front of her face, and she stared with hot eyes at his prick. A drop of come clung to her son’s piss hole.
Before Tommy knew what his mother was up to. Karen snaked her tongue out. Her tongue was very long, and the tip licked at his cock, barely touching the piss hole. Karen licked away a single drop of her son’s come juice. The taste caused her to shiver, made her eyes roll.
“Oh, my God!” she sobbed.
Tommy stared down at his mother, surprised and somewhat awed. Although her tongue had just barely touched the head of his cook, he had felt heat rush over his prick.
“Mother, what was…”
“Shhh,” Karen shushed him, her eyes focused again, staring at her son’s cock, glassy and hot. The tingling in the pit of her stomach sent wave after wave of strange hunger flowing through her crotch.
Sliding her son’s trunks down to his knees, she stared at his cock and balls for a long time. Kneeling before him, she looked closely at the sheer beauty of her son. A few hairs dotted the base of his cock, showing the promise of lush growth as he became older. The wetness of her cunt suddenly increased, and her clit felt ready to burst.
A low moan came from her, a moan that sounded very much like a growl. Her hands moved to her son’s hips, moved around them, cupping his small, very tight ass in her palms. Her gaze darted up to his face for a moment. Her eyes were glazed with erotic heat. Another moan bubbled from her, and suddenly she shoved her face into her son’s cock and balls, kissing wildly, sobbing with pleasure.
Tommy’s body shook as he stared down at the top of his mother’s head. He didn’t know what was going on, why his mother was doing this, but he knew he liked it and he wasn’t about to try and stop her. He liked the way her moist lips kissed about his thighs, his stomach; the way his cock rubbed her cheeks and chin. Her mouth on his prick felt better than jacking off.
Karen, still making soft sobbing sounds drew back and looked at her son’s cock and balls again. She held the cheeks of his ass tightly now. “Oh, Tommy!” she moaned. “I can’t stand it! I just can’t stand looking at it this way! I want to… oh, I’ve got to…”
Karen darted her face forward, her mouth opening wide. She gobbled her son’s dangling cock into her mouth, making muffled wailing sounds. Clutching at the cheeks of his shaking ass, Karen mouthed his cock hungrily, her tongue licking. She drew his prick deep into her hot mouth, her lips pressed against the base, writhing and twisting wetly. She devoured Tommy’s cock so aggressively he was almost knocked off balance. He grabbed at his mother’s head to steady himself, and Karen felt her son pull her face tighter into his crotch. Taking this as evidence her son wanted her to suck him off, she began to fuck her lips back and forth on his cock, her tongue pressing his cock against the roof of her mouth.
