Kathy Andrews Collection, page 721
She was fresh from her bath and smelled delicious.
Being dressed in this revealing manner was nothing new. She often went about the house this way, especially in the evenings when she and Richard were alone.
It had been going on for two months now, ever since she had discovered Richard trying to look under her dress. At first Sandy was horrified, then excited. She went out of her way to let her son peek, always pretending she was unaware.
In the beginning, she was puzzled by her reaction. She had never been a particularly passionate woman. She had enjoyed fucking her now long divorced husband, but sex had not been sensational. But letting her son peek under her dress was better than fucking, she thought. Sandy had never thought of herself as an exhibitionist, and she was not — not really.
After almost two months of letting her son peek up her skirt, she had, just last week, come from the bathroom in her panties and bra, nothing else, knowing her son would see her. He did, and his eyes grew enormous.
He had a hard-on.
A beautiful, throbbing, visibly outlined hard-on.
He had gazed at her for a long minute as she stood in the doorway. Her bra emphasized the shape and uplift of her tits, her nipples almost revealed. Her panties were very brief. The triangle of cloth barely covered the thick, lush curls of her cunt. Two narrow elastic straps clung to her rounded hips, with a larger triangle of cloth hugging the swelling shape of her beautiful ass.
Then she had walked past him to the dining room and out into the kitchen. When she returned with a glass of iced tea, her son was on his back, waiting for her.
That was when she saw his cock straining inside his jeans.
With her eyes riveted there, she sat on the couch and sipped at her tea. Richard, looking dumbfounded, couldn’t take his eyes from his mother. She allowed her knees to part just a little, almost afraid to open them. She could feel her cunt pulsing hotly, and she finally pulled her eyes from his hard-on. She looked into her son’s eyes for what seemed hours, licking the rim of her tea glass.
Something had passed between them then.
They never had a talk about it, each seemingly shy, but not exactly embarrassed. Sandy realized what she was doing could lead them into other things. She felt mixed emotions about it. On one hand, she wanted to pull her son between her thighs and feel his young cock probe deep into her cunt. But, on the other hand, she was a little frightened of fucking him.
After so many years of dormant passion, she was afraid she would go wild, would become insatiable for Richard’s cock.
But she knew, too, that her son loved seeing her about the house in bra and panties, and she was acutely aware of her own pleasure. If that were as far as they went, it would be okay. She could allow her son the delights of looking at her, probably jacking off during the night, and she could enjoy her own wild fantasies.
And Sandy’s fantasies were getting wilder and wilder. She fantasized about things that could not possibly happen, always concerning her son, but lately other people were intruding upon her fantasies.
So absorbed was she in thought, it was some time before she noticed her son was squirming against the carpet. Through lowered lashes, she watched him. She saw her son turn and glance at her, then dart his eyes back to the television. A slow heat came over her face when she realized she had opened her legs quite wide.
Her son could look upon the tight crotch band of her panties.
Curls of dark hair swirled about the edges, and she was wet there.
No wonder Richard was squirming about, she thought. It was the most he had ever seen of her, and his cock was so hard he couldn’t help but rub against the carpet.
Sandy felt a lurching sensation in her cunt, and her clit burned. She felt the inward sucking of her cunt, and then a soft whimper came from her. The orgasm that rumbled through her was unexpected. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. It wasn’t a strong orgasm, but it created a sweet, deliciously hot sensation throughout her slender body.
She placed her nail file down and leaned back on the couch, drawing her legs up. The glow between them felt hot enough to sear her flesh. Her mind was turning over swiftly with thoughts. Her son was squirming more now, and she could see the cheeks of his ass clenching. Her hand moved down her flat stomach, and she stroked along the slight bulge of her panties. Her tongue licked over her lips, and she knew the time had finally come.
“Richard?” Sandy whispered softly, a tremor in her voice. “Look at me.”
He turned his head toward her.
Sandy, her eyes glazing with heat, slowly spread her legs, dropping her right foot to the floor, the other bent at the knee, pressing at the back of the couch, her hand resting lightly on the bulge of her panties. Richard’s eyes opened very wide, and he appeared mesmerized, staring right at her cunt.
Sandy, feeling a blush on her cheeks, moved her fingers downward, stroking the tip of one finger along the hidden slit of her cunt. Her eyes smoldered and her lips were open. Richard had turned onto his side, and his cock seemed to be so large inside his pants. She ran her tongue over her lips as she gazed.
“Come here, darling,” she whispered, not moving her eyes from her son’s bulging cock. “Please, darling… come here for a minute.”
Richard stood up, surprised and excited. His cock strained out as he moved toward his mother. When he stood at the edge of the couch, he seemed to be trying to look inside her panties. Sandy pulled her fingertip back up the crotch, then slipped her hand into the waist of her panties.
“Mom, I want to… oh, Mom!”
He dropped to his knees at her side, and Sandy wrapped her arm about him. His face rested on her stomach, and she felt his panting breaths through her thin wrapper.
“Don’t say it, Richard,” she whispered. “Don’t say anything.”
Her arm slipped dawn his back, nervously. She placed her hand on his ass, very lightly. She heard her son moan ever so softly. She knew he wanted to touch her, to feel her.
She squeezed his ass momentarily, and, removing her hand from her panties, she fumbled about until she found one of his hands. She drew it up and over, shoving it between her thighs. She curled her son’s fingers into her cunt, and pressed.
A sob of delight broke from Richard, and he lifted his face to look at his mother.
Sandy smiled at him, her eyes still smoldering, a gleam flashing in them. She lifted her hips a bit, pressing her cunt into his hand. Dragging her hand off his ass, she slipped it in front of his body and grasped his hard cock, squeezing tightly. Richard groaned and his hand pressed hard into his mother’s cunt.
“Take your pants off, baby,” she whispered, the words husky. “Take them off, Richard.”
He had to stand to drop his pants, and his cock swung free. Sandy gasped. His cock arched out, long and very hard. His prick wasn’t all that thick, but the head was sweetly swollen, his piss hole flaring. Beads of clear fuck juices clung to his piss bole. His balls dangled below, and the only hair he had was at the base of his cock. Sandy had never been this excited about seeing a cock, and her body shivered with a strange heat.
She ached to take his cock in her hand, to feel the hardness, to squeeze and jack his prick. Somehow, she kept her hands off him.
“Take my panties off,” she whispered, the words thick.
Standing with his cock straining out, Richard gazed down at his mother. She was writhing her hips.
“Really, Mom?”
“Oh, God, really!”
She felt his nervous fingers pulling at her panties, and, when they slid down her thighs, she opened her thin wrapper, her body now almost naked.
As Richard pulled his mother’s panties off, he stared at the bushy cunt he had exposed, his breath coming out hot and loud. He dropped her panties to the floor, standing there and eating his mother’s cunt up with his eyes. Again Sandy parted her legs, and the pink wetness of her pussy made Richard’s breath catch in his throat.
“Do it, baby,” she said softly.
“Do it?” he asked, unable to take his eyes off his mother’s juicy cunt.
“Yes, do it!” she hissed, lifting her hips. “Put it in me!”
Still, he stood rigid.
“Richard, fuck me!”
“Fuck you, Mom?”
“Yes!” she hissed passionately, lifting her arms to him. “Fuck me! Oh, God, please, darling!”
Eagerly, Richard climbed over the arm of the couch between his mother’s long, slim thighs. His cock scraped along the inner flesh of one thigh, and Sandy felt the hot, slippery trail of fuck juices there and her cunt started twitching with anticipation.
As the rounded head of her son’s cock touched at her cunt, she gave a small yelp and lifted her hips. Her son’s cock slithered into her cunt without help. She felt the swollen prick head part the lips of her fiery pussy. She could feel his cock throbbing between her sensitive cunt lips, and, to her surprise, her pussy seemed to clamp around her son’s cock. That had never happened to her before. She didn’t know why or how it happened, but the more her cunt squeezed at her son’s cock, the better she felt. She mewled softly as his weight rested on top of her. Neither moved, both barely breathing.
They seemed afraid to move, both surprised at what was happening. Richard’s face rested on one of his mother’s tits, his hands at her side.
With a sob of sudden ecstasy, she flung her arms about her son and moved her ass. The pumping motion caused her cunt to slide back and forth on his prick. Richard still had not moved. He had never felt anything so good in his young life. His mother’s cunt was wet and hot, and gripped his cock like his fist never had.
“Help me, Richard!” she hissed. “Don’t make me do all the work, honey.”
Her hips revolved, swinging about as she pumped her cunt back and forth.
“Help me,” she moaned. “Fuck me, too! Ohhhhh, God, Richard, fuck me! It’s so good, so fucking good! Fuck me with your hard cock! Please, help me fuck!”
Richard lifted his head, bracing himself upright with stiff arms. He looked into his mother’s face, seeing her eyes filling with tears, seeing her expression of ecstasy. Then he looked down between their bodies and saw his mother squirming her hairy cunt up and down on his cock.
Instinctively, he began to fuck her.
“Oooooo, yes, yes!” Sandy wailed, her arms now above her head, gripping the arm of the couch. Her body moved from her hips down, her cunt churning with the movements of her son’s cock. “Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!”
Her son’s cock seemed to go deep, very, very deep. Her ex-husband’s cock had never penetrated the depths her son’s prick was now reaching. Her ex-husband’s cock had been short and thick, and couldn’t reach those exciting places Richard’s cock probed.
His balls — those sweet, young balls, slapped at her uplifting ass, sending more tingling pleasure through her. She strained her cunt up against him, holding still and letting her son pound against her puffy pussy lips. Each time he banged them, her breath spurted out hotly. The top of her head was pressing against the arm of the couch, and she spread her legs as wide as possible, only to close them about his hips again.
The fire inside her cunt burned and seared, creating such intense ecstasy she was sure her cunt would burst into a roaring flame. Fucking had never been this good, never felt so wonderful. She could actually feel her son’s cock throbbing, feel the ridges and grooves of his beautifully hard cock.
As the sensation of orgasm swelled inside her, Sandy began to squirm and grind her cunt on his plunging cock. The steaming sensation, the most beautiful in the world, caused her mind to reel with ecstasy. Her hips began to move faster as she felt herself getting close to orgasm. She churned up and down, meeting her son’s cock with soft slapping sounds. His balls banged faster against her twisting ass. Then, before she came, she ripped her flimsy bra off, tearing it into pieces. Her tits thrust out, wide spaced and swollen painfully, her nipples ready to burst with hardness.
“Suck them!” she shouted. “Suck my tits, Richard! Ooooo, baby, baby, suck mother’s tits now!”
She grasped his face and pulled him down, stuffing a rigid nipple deep into his mouth.
Richard sucked at his mother’s tit, clinging to the other now with a tight hand. His tongue swirled and licked, his lips tight about the nipple. His cock plunged faster and faster, fucking insanely into the heat of her bouncing cunt.
“I’m going to… I’m going…” Sandy gasped in a strangling voice. “Ohhhhh, you’re going to make me come, Richard!”
Her naked ass churned frantically, twisting in every direction possible.
A screech boiled from her throat as she came, her cunt convulsing and gripping her son’s cock tightly, only to loosen, then grip again. Her orgasm was intense, blotting every thing from her whirling mind. She shrieked again as her orgasm became more powerful, bright lights exploding inside her head.
As her orgasm receded, her ass began to drop.
But Richard was still pounding into her cunt, his cock still throbbing, his balls still beating at her ass.
“Oh, God, you’re not finished?” she groaned.
Richard didn’t reply. He was grunting and sucking at her tit with powerful lips, his cock ramming hard and deep.
Sandy’s ex-husband had been a quick-triggered man, always coming almost as soon as his cock entered her cunt. She was usually left high and dry, and that was probably the reason she hadn’t really enjoyed fucking so much.
But her son…
His cock was still fucking, fucking fast and hard and very deep.
“Ohhhhh, wonderful!” she moaned, and she began to hump her cunt up and down his cock again. “Keep going, baby! Don’t stop. Keep going!”
But Richard lifted his mouth from her tits, his face twisted into an agonized grimace. His cock felt larger in her cunt, and that was the signal to him that he was about to explode.
He started to pull free.
“No!” Sandy yelled, grabbing the cheeks of his tight ass and closing her thighs about him. “Don’t take it out!”
“But, Mom, I gotta…”
“In me!” she urged, grinding her cunt hard against him. “Do it in me!”
“But, Mom…”
“Come in me!” she shouted.
Richard was held tight by his mother’s hands gripping his ass, by the squeezing of her smooth thighs. He could not pull out.
“Ahhhhh, shit!” he moaned, and his cock flooded his mother’s cunt. Spurt after spurt flashed along the satiny walls of her pussy. She felt his balls writhing against her naked ass, felt the machine-gun spurts of his come juice striking her cunt walls, and with a soft squeal, came again.
She lowered her ass and opened her legs when he was finished. Richard, exhausted, rested against her naked tits. Sandy stroked his body, her hands feeling the shape of his young ass and backs of his thighs. She let her thighs spread wide, her cunt becoming a cradle for him while he rested.
CHAPTER TWO
Richard pulled his cock from his mother’s cunt slowly, sitting back at the end of the couch.
He stared at his mother’s hairy cunt, his expression indicating surprise and happiness. The pink pussy lips seemed to twitch, and the tip of her clit looked as if it were throbbing.
Sandy lifted her head to the arm of the couch, looking down her body at her son, a smile spread over her face. His cock glistened in wetness, and his balls didn’t look so full now. A delicious glow seemed to warm her body, and she giggled, hugging herself.
Richard smiled shyly at her.
The surprising thing to Sandy was that neither of them seemed embarrassed or ashamed of what they had done.
After all the peeking the past two months, it was bound to end up this way, she thought, and she wasn’t the least bit sorry. Neither was her son, according to his expression. She hugged herself again, giggled softly, and opened and closed her thighs slowly, totally unashamed.
“Was it good, honey?” she asked.
“Sure beats jacking off, Mom,” he replied, grinning from ear to ear, watching her cunt as she opened and closed her legs.
“I know.” She giggled again, bringing her feet to the couch, knees bent, still opening and closing them. “Do you like looking at me this way?”
Richard nodded his head enthusiastically.
“You know, don’t you, darling,” she said slowly and carefully, “that this is supposed to be wrong?”
“I don’t care, Mom,” he said, still grinning. “Who said so, anyway?”
“I agree, darling,” Sandy replied, cupping her tits with both hands, squeezing them as she opened and closed her legs. “And why don’t you just say it the way you did before?”
“Before?”
“When you started to come.”
“What did I say?” he asked.
“Shit,” Sandy giggled. “Just say you don’t give a shit.”
“Well, I don’t give a shit,” he laughed.
She sat up, moving a hand up his thigh. Richard looked down as his mother fondled his cock. She closed her fingers about the slippery wetness and pulled, then slipped her hand down and cradled his balls.
“It’s beautiful, Richard,” she murmured, squeezing his balls gently. “It’s a beautiful cock and your balls are so precious.”
Richard blushed at what his mother said.
“What’s wrong, honey?” she asked when his face turned pink.
“I’ve never heard you say those things before, Mom,” he answered.
“Well, you will from now on.” She laughed in a throaty way. “I’ve just found out something about myself, and you, too. I’m not going to be so quiet about it from now on. I’m going to say what I want, do what I want, all with you.”
She pressed her mouth against his, kissing him wetly, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Richard tasted his mother’s tongue, felt her hand feeling his cock and balls. He began to get hard again.
He started to suck at his mother’s tongue.
“Mmmmm, where did you learn that?” she asked, puffing her tongue out and looking into his eyes.
“From Julie,” he grinned.
