Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Each time her son pulled up, she lowered her ass, but when he stabbed down, she jerked her cunt up onto his cock with a soft squeal. His cock made soft slapping sounds as he fucked faster and faster. The sounds were wet, exciting.

  “Faster, darling!” she cried out, squirming against him now. “Oh, please, faster! It feels like… it feels wonderful and I think you’re going to make me come again!”

  Sammy began to pound up and down, his cock almost pulling from her cunt, but lunged down just before the head came free. Laura had never felt it this way before. It was teasing her, exciting her. Her cunt seemed to be as swollen as his cock now, rubbing along the shaft of his prick until her mind reeled with sensation.

  Thrashing her naked ass about wildly, she lifted her head and pressed her lips into his neck and shoulder. She kissed and sucked at his flesh, licking at it hungrily, groaning and sobbing. Her knees pulled farther back, farther than she would have thought possible. The whole expanse of her cunt was open to her son now. The cheeks of her ass parted, and his balls began to slap upon her asshole, making it crinkle and draw inward with a delightful feeling. The tippling feel of another orgasm was bubbling inside her cunt, radiating outward and threatening to consume the swollen lips and distended clit.

  “Ohhhh, faster and deeper and harder!” she shrieked, clawing at his bobbing ass frantically. “I’m going to come again! Oh, my God, you’re going to make Mother come again!”

  Sammy pounded into his mother’s gripping cunt, panting with effort, but mostly with the rapture he was experiencing. His cock was going to burst, his balls melt. He lifted his mouth from her tit, eyes tightly closed. Laura, through the haze of her vision, saw his contorted expression, and understood.

  “Come!” she screamed. “Come in me!”

  Sammy rammed and thrust almost violently, straining hard. His hands were mashing her tits, his weight holding her shoulders down. Laura didn’t care; she didn’t feel anything but the heat of her cunt, the hardness of his cock.

  “Mom!” Sammy panted. “Ooooh, Mom!” He rammed deep, his body stiff. Then he shuddered, and Laura’s cunt grabbed his cock at the base. Despite the force of her orgasm, she felt the hot spurts of her son’s juices splashing along the walls of her cunt. As the contractions of her pussy sucked hard and greedily on his gushing cock, she strained as hard as she could against him.

  “Ooooh, fill me!” she sobbed. “Fill me up, darling! I love it… love that feeling! Drown me with juice, darling! Mother needs that comejuice so much!”

  Sammy weakened, slumping down on top of his mother. Laura lowered her ass, sliding her silky thighs back down his body, spreading them very wide. Her arms relaxed, and fell to her sides. Her face was flushed with the sweetness she felt. Her cunt kept pulsating, full of bet son’s comejuice. Her pussy held his cock until it began to go soft, and then squeezed it, out. She made a soft mewling sound as his cock dropped along the crack of her ass.

  While he breathed hard, she caressed his back, her hands going from his shoulders and into his pajamas to feel his ass again.

  Without saying anything, Sammy lifted from his mother, and without turning to look at her, walked out of the room.

  Laura lay quietly, feeling his comejuice seeping out of her cunt, wondering why Sammy didn’t stay with her.

  Soon, she slept.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The next morning when Jason came by to walk to school with Sammy, Laura told him her son felt bad, and would be staying home from school.

  Sammy didn’t feel bad, but he was still in bed. As she prepared his breakfast later that morning, she wondered again why he had left her last night instead of curling up against her and sleeping there. He had said nothing after fucking her, whether he liked it or hated it, nothing at all.

  But Laura had no such problem.

  She felt alive, more alive than she had in many, many years. Her cunt had the strange feeling that his cock was still inside it. When she heard the shower going, she set the table, and while pouring herself a second cup of coffee to have while he ate, she pushed her hand to her crotch. She still had her gown and robe on, and slipped her hand inside her robe to better feel her cunt. The image of her son on top of her last night, ramming his cock so vigorously into her cunt, filled her mind, and she moaned softly as an unexpected orgasm burst between her legs.

  Sammy entered soon after her orgasm was over, sitting at the table and eating, but keeping his eyes away from her. Laura sat across the table from him, sipping her coffee, watching him, searching his face. He was so young, she realized. Maybe that was what bothered him. Maybe he wasn’t quite ready for girls, far pussy. Still, he had fucked her so vigorously, and he came so much. How could he not be interested in pussy, she thought.

  “Were you tired this morning, honey?” she asked.

  He nodded.

  “You didn’t feel like school today, huh?”

  He shook his head.

  He wore a clean, white t-shirt and jeans, his hair still damp from his shower. It reminded Laura that she had not showered yet. She had gone to sleep with her cunt dripping comejuice, and loved it.

  “Honey, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, Mom,” he said in a quiet voice.

  “Something is bothering you, Sammy. Won’t you tell me what it is?”

  “It’s nothing, Mom,” he said, finishing his breakfast.

  “Well, if it’s nothing,” she said, “what do you plan to do today since you’re not in school?”

  “Hang around,” he replied.

  She stood and moved to his side. Placing her hand on his face, she pulled it into her stomach, hugging him. “Honey, please, what’s bothering you? How was it last night?”

  “It was okay, Mom.”

  “Okay?” she asked. “Okay? Sammy, is that all it was — okay?”

  “Well, it was better than okay, Mom,” he said against her stomach.

  “Didn’t you enjoy it?”

  “I loved it,” he said.

  “Then what’s bothering you if it isn’t last night?”

  “I wanted… aw, Mom,” he said, sounding as if he were about to cry.

  “Come on, let it out,” she urged.

  “I really loved doing it with you,” he said. “But I wanted to… aw, you wouldn’t let me anyway.”

  “How do you know I wouldn’t?”

  “You’re a girl,” he said, as if that explained everything.

  “Of course I’m a girl,” she said softly, smiling and running her fingers through his hair. “We couldn’t have done that last night if I wasn’t a girl.”

  He fell silent again, but did wrap his arms about her waist. She remembered listening to her son and brother the day before when they thought she was sleeping on the couch.

  “Moms do fuck, don’t they?” she said softly. Sammy nodded his head against her flat stomach. She felt him squeeze her waist.

  “Is your mom a good fuck?”

  Although he didn’t know a good fuck from a decent handjob, Sammy again nodded his head.

  “Sammy, I wish you would tell me what’s wrong?”

  “Mom, I wanted to… you know,” he said. “I don’t know unless you tell me.” She felt him squeeze her waist again, his lips pushing into her stomach. When he spoke, his words were a mumble.

  “I didn’t hear you, baby.”

  “I said,” he whispered, “I wanted to… see you, Mom.”

  “See me?”

  “You know, down there.”

  A shiver moved about Laura’s flesh. She cupped his cheeks and tilted his face up, looking down into his yes. “What did you want to see?”

  “Down there,” he repeated.

  “Say it, Sammy,” she urged in a husky whisper. “Tell Mother what you wanted to see.”

  “Your… your thing.”

  Laura wanted to laugh, but knew it was the wrong time.

  “Honey, it isn’t a thing,” she said softly. “What were you and Jason calling it yesterday? Didn’t I hear you
and him call it a pussy, a cunt?”

  Sammy’s eyes clouded over, but with excitement. He nodded.

  “Then say it,” she urged. “Tell Mother what you want to see.”

  “I wanna see your… pussy, Mom,” he said. Then louder: “I wanna see your cunt!”

  “Why didn’t you look last night?”

  “I was afraid to,” he said. “I didn’t know if you’d let me see it.”

  Laura couldn’t stop the giggle. It came out lewd, her eyes bright as she gazed down into his young, expectant face. “Wouldn’t let you see my cunt? But, darling, you fucked my cunt. Why wouldn’t I let you see it after, you fucked it so deliciously?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Listen,” she said softly, “you wait here. I’ll go take a quick shower, and when I finish, you can see Mother’s cunt. You can look at my cunt all you want, touch it, feel it, play with it.”

  “I can?” he asked, his voice filled with eagerness.

  “I want you to play with my cunt!” She smiled at him. She dipped her face, kissing his lips. “Wait for me,” she said in a whispery voice. “I’ll be right back.”

  Laura hurried through a shower, taking particular attention with her clit and ass. Remembering how her ex-husband wouldn’t touch her, which he seldom did in the first place, she wanted to be squeaky clean for her son when he looked her body over. When she finished, she stretched out on her bed, naked.

  “Sammy?” she called. “I’m ready, baby.” Sammy stood in the doorway of her bedroom, looking at her with big eyes. Laura lay with arms at her sides, her legs closed. Sammy stared at his mother’s tits, the tits he had sucked so enthusiastically the night before.

  Laura’s nipples were jutting up with hardness their roundness obvious. She watched his fascinated eyes move down her body, and by the time he was staring at the silky patch of her pussyhair, his cock was pushing against his jeans. Laura gazed just as avidly at his bulging cock as he did her naked body. She felt shy, but wanton.

  “Oh, Mom,” he breathed. “You’re so beautiful!”

  She smiled at him, her eyes smoldering.

  Slowly, she parted her legs, spreading them outward. Sammy’s eyes didn’t move from her pussy. When she had her legs very wide, he stared into her cunt, seeing the soft hair alongside her slit, seeing the pinkness of her cunt, the curvy, enticing cheeks of her ass.

  “Come closer and look at me,” she urged breathlessly.

  Sammy stumbled into the room until he was at the side of his mother’s bed. Laura lay still for a while, then began to writhe her ass. She would never have been so forward and bold with her ex-husband, but with her son, she felt so wanton, she would do anything. She twisted her ass on the bed, then hooked her heels into the mattress and lifted her crotch, swinging her hips in slow motion. Her cunt gleamed with ready wetness, and the tip of her excited clit moved up between the succulent folds of her pussy.

  She lifted her hand and ran the back along his bulging cock.

  “Well, what do you think?” she asked softly.

  “Ohhhh, Mom, it’s pretty!”

  She drew her feet back, bending her knees and lifting her crotch high.

  “Touch it, honey,” she murmured softly. “Play with it. Please, don’t be shy with me. Play with Mother’s cunt!”

  Sammy eagerly cupped his mother’s cunt, feeling the wetness, the exciting heat of it. Laura mewled as he pressed into her pussy, and strained her crotch into his hand. Sammy’s other hand cupped a firm tit, and when he began to squeeze her tit and rub up and down on her cunt, Laura squealed with pleasure.

  Bringing his hand from her tit down her stomach, Sammy spread the pink lips of his mother’s pussy open, leaning close and peering with hot eyes. He touched the tip of her tit, and Laura almost came. Her hand closed as best it could about his cock through his pants, gripping him very hard.

  “Inside!” she hissed! “Push your fingers inside me!”

  Sammy was no longer hesitant now. He slipped all four of his young fingers into the fiery wetness of his mother’s cunt, and Laura bucked her ass up and down, sliding her pussy on his fingers, fucking them. Feverishly, she clawed at his jeans, jerking and wishing she could tear his fly open. When she had his pants open, she used one hand to tug them downward, and his cock and balls came into view. With a whimper of delight, she grasped her son’s balls, holding them tightly. Balls fascinated Laura, and she had wanted to grab her husband’s balls many, many times, but he felt it was wicked for a woman to have such desire.

  Not so her son.

  Sammy began plunging his fingers into her wet cunt as she fucked up and down, spreading his feet on the floor, pushing his crotch on her hand. Laura fondled his balls, seeing how far she could pull and twist them before it hurt him. His cock jutted straight up from his balls, and she twisted her shoulder so she could clasp it with her other hand. She began to jerk her fist up and down, feeling him drip hot juices over her fingers. It was then she noticed that her son had low-hanging balls. They weren’t drawn up tight at his crotch the way her husband’s balls had been. Sammy’s young, sweet balls, so hairless, hung almost five inches between his thighs.

  “Baby, your balls are so beautiful,” she moaned, working her cunt back and forth on all four of his fingers. “Your balls feel so hot and full! You’ve got a wonderful hot load in them, I bet.”

  Sammy was leaning lower and lower over his mother’s arching cunt. The silky thick hair fascinated him as much as the pink lips did. He could inhale the intoxicating scent of his mother’s wet cunt, and it caused his cock to jerk and throb in her pumping hand.

  “Say something!” she groaned. “Talk to me, Sammy!”

  Her ass whipped up and down.

  “I don’t know!” he cried out as he felt his mother’s cunt squeeze his fingers. “Are you gonna come, Mom?”

  “If you talk to me,” she sobbed. “Ohhh, baby, talk to Mother! Ram your fingers up Mother’s wet pussy and talk to me! Talk nasty to me!”

  “Aw, Mom,” he gasped.

  “Please!” she urged. “I want to hear you say those words! Call me names, real nasty names! Please, Sammy!”

  “I don’t know any…”

  “Yes, you do!” she cried. “Call me a cunt! Call me a cocksucker! Call me an asshole! Call me wicked, beautiful names, darling!”

  “You’re a… you’re a cunt, Mom.”

  “Ohhhh, louder!”

  “You’re a cunt!” Sammy gasped loudly.

  “Yes, I am!” Laura sobbed, ramming her cunt up and down. She was clutching his cock hard now, pulling at his balls, her eyes glassy with boiling desire. “I’m a cunt, baby! Mother is your cunt! Mother is your hot, wet cunt!”

  Sammy giggled, half bashful but mostly with excitement.

  “You’re my cunt, Mom!” he gasped, inhaling the wet heat of her cunt. His face was only inches above it now. “You’re my cunt and my whore and my piece of ass and I love you!”

  “Ooohh!” Laura sobbed, her cunt exploding around his vigorously plunging fingers. “My cunt is coming! Sammy, your hot cunt is coming! Feel it… feel Mother’s cunt come, darling?”

  Sammy felt it.

  He saw it.

  And his cock felt ready to burst.

  Laura, in the throes of a powerful orgasm, jacked on his cock swiftly, gurgling in ecstasy.

  “You’re gonna make me come, Mom!” Sammy groaned.

  “Yes, come!” she hissed.

  When his cock gushed, she jerked it about, aiming his spewing pisshole toward her tits. The hot splash of his rapidly spewing comejuice on her stiff nipples and creamy tits increased the force of her orgasm. She had expected that, but what her son did she had not.

  As his cock squirted over her tits, Sammy jerked his fingers out of his mother’s cunt, and rammed his mouth into it. He didn’t suck or lick, but pressed his lips to it, feeling her cunt throb and vibrate against his mouth.

  “Oh, my God!” Laura squealed when she felt her son’s mouth on her cunt. “Oh
, Sammy!”

  The orgasm erupted into a complete series of convulsions, one after the other, shaking her from foot to head. She strained her hairy pussy into her son’s face, pushing and holding his mouth upon her cunt.

  Sammy found the hot cunt of his mother on his mouth to his liking. He opened his lips slightly, poked the tip of his tongue out, and touched her cunt with it.

  “Ohhhh, Sammy!” Laura yelped, and started a whole new series of orgasms. “Ohhh, God, baby!”

  Instinctively, Sammy flicked his tongue about his mother’s clit and Laura thought she was going to go through the roof. She twirled her uplifted ass, trying to close her cunt about his face, pressing at the back of his head hard. She was screaming loudly with rapture, her mind spinning, eyes squeezed tightly. She still clung to his balls.

  “You’ve go to stop!” she cried. “Please, darling, no more!”

  Reluctantly, Sammy lifted his face, looking up at her. Laura’s eyes took a moment to focus, and then she grinned at him. “Your face is all wet, Sammy!”

  “So are your titties, Mom.” He giggled. “I came all over your titties, it looks like.”

  Laura lowered her ass down, spreading her legs out on the bed. She cupped a tit and looked at it. Comejuice glistened all over her pink nipple.

  “Mmmm, it feels nice on my tit,” she purred, and snaked her long tongue out, swirling it over her nipple, tasting her son’s comejuice. “And it tastes wonderful!”

  She licked his comejuice off her tit, trying to lift it higher for her lips. Sammy watched, his eyes taking on a glazed expression. He had heard about such things, but he could hardly believe his mother was licking his comejuice off her tit.

  “You really like that, Mom?” he asked.

  “Mmmm, love it,” she mewled. “I love that taste!”

  It was the first time she had tasted comejuice, but what she said about loving it was true. Her wild fantasies had already told her she probably would like the taste, and now she knew for sure. She lifted her other tit and circled her nipple with her tongue. There wasn’t as much of his juice on this tit, but she enjoyed it as well.