Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

Bobby watched the gentle breeze play with his mother’s skirt as it molded it to her long thighs. He thought his mother had the most beautiful legs in the world.

  When he didn’t reply, Linda squatted before him, not aware that her son could see the crotch of her panties.

  Bobby stared long and hard, feeling his cock harden in his pants. He felt excitement rise in his young body. This was the best look he had ever had of his mother, and it made his balls feel very hot.

  “Your sister tells me you’re calling her names again,” Linda said. She felt the breeze lift the back of her skin, and she smoothed it down over her ass. Then she noticed his gaze, and she realized he could look up her dress. With a flush, she stood up. “Bobby, that isn’t nice, looking up dresses. Why do you do it, honey?”

  Bobby lifted his head, his face flushed slightly, Linda felt his eyes burn on the thrust of her tits, and she felt a little feverish.

  “You’ve been doing that a lot lately,” Linda’s voice suddenly sounded low and husky.

  “And at school… jerking up dresses. Bobby, why? And why are you always calling your sister names?”

  Bobby stood up.

  Linda gasped.

  Her son’s cock was bulging inside his pants, very hard, outlined. Bobby made no effort to conceal it, but stood there proudly as she looked, feeling mesmerized. The gentle throb of her cunt surprised her, as did the sudden wetness against her pants.

  “I see,” Linda whispered. “Bobby, it’s time you and I had a talk. Come with me, please.”

  Bobby followed his mother, his eyes gleaming as the breeze pressed her dress to her compact ass. His cock began to throb with greater hardness.

  He followed her to his room, passing her as she held the door open. He sat on his bed while his mother closed the door.

  Linda leaned against the door, not sure how to proceed, but knowing she had to say something. His cock was still very prominent in his pants, even though he was sitting down. She moved toward him, sitting on the bed at his side. Placing her hand on his thigh, she felt the heat of his flesh burn into her palm.

  “Where do you hear those names that you call your sister? At school?”

  Bobby nodded, very aware of her closeness.

  “Do you know what they mean?”

  “Some of them, Mom,” he answered softly. “I know what slut means. That’s what we call a girl at school because she does things. You know what things, Mom… in the restroom and under the bleachers.”

  “With you, too?” Linda asked, feeling a little jealousy well up inside her.

  “Oh, no, not with me!” Bobby said quickly. “She’s older, and all the bigger guys go with her.”

  “Bobby, that does not make her a slut,” Linda said. “Some girls, well, they just need — even if they do things with boys, like you say, that doesn’t make them bad, or sluts. They have needs, like you and Sarah and, yes, even me. Do you think I’m a slut, baby?”

  “Not you, Mom! You’re my mom!”

  “And Sarah is your sister,” Linda reminded him. “And I don’t think Sarah is doing those things with boys, do you?”

  “Sarah? No way, Mom!”

  “Then she isn’t a slut, is she?” Bobby blushed. “I guess not.”

  “What were you calling her today?”

  “Aw, Mom, I can’t say it to you.”

  “But you can say it to Sarah, is that it?”

  Linda rubbed his thigh, feeling a strange excitement inside her body. She stared at his lap, seeing his cock, watching it move as hard throbs pulsed through it. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled his cheek to her chest, resting his head on the firm curve of her tit. Rubbing his back gently, she whispered into his ear. “You can say it to me, too. Anything you can say to your sister, you can say to me. I want to hear what you called her, Bobby.”

  Bobby began to shake. The nearness of his mother’s tit against his mouth was so very exciting. He thought he could feel her nipple at the corner of her lips, and he wanted to turn just enough to put the tip of his tongue against it, but he was afraid of what she would do.

  “Tell me…” Linda purred with her lips close to his ear.

  “I called her a… a… cuntface,” he mumbled.

  “A what?” Linda lifted her head, looking at him. “You called your sister a what?”

  “I won’t do it again, Mom!” he promised easing his lips toward her nipple.

  “Bobby,” Linda said, cupping his face. “Do you know what that is? That name you called Sarah?”

  Bobby nodded, looking downward at his mother’s nipple.

  “Are you sure?” Linda asked.

  “Well, kinda sure,” he said. “No, I guess I really don’t, Mom.”

  Linda felt him trembling, knowing what he was trying to see. Without thinking of what she was doing, she pulled him down and against her body, pressing his face between her tits. She heard him moan. Her hand moved along his arm to his thigh, then up his thigh. Her fingertips touched his cock.

  She heard her son moan again, as she traced the outline of his cock.

  “Bobby, I’m going to do something… something I shouldn’t. But you must never say a word, not to your sister, not to anyone, do you understand?”

  He nodded.

  Breathing heavily, Linda began to rub his cock. She felt his prick throb with such hardness that it excited her, made her cunt pulsate wetly. She felt the swollen head of his cock, then she moved her palm up and down the hard shaft to his balls, then up again.

  She felt as if she were on fire, as if her cunt was on fire, the wet flesh melting. She drew away from him, looked for a long time into his glassy eyes, her hand holding his cock.

  “Bobby, honey… you want to look at girls — then look at me. Maybe then you’ll…”

  Linda couldn’t say anymore. She couldn’t explain to herself why she was doing this with her son. All she knew was that she was burning up. She trembled as she pulled her dress up her thighs, pausing for a moment before she lifted it to her waist.

  Bobby’s eyes grew big as he stared at his mother, seeing her bikini panties and the shadow of her pussy hair through the thin nylon.

  Leaning back, she drew one knee onto his bed, trembling feverishly as her son stared at the stretching crotch of her panties. She felt as if she was about to come.

  “You called your sister a cuntface, Bobby. And you don’t even know what that is. This is a cunt, Bobby!”

  Linda ran a finger into the tight crotch of her panties and yanked it far to one side.

  Bobby groaned loudly as he gazed at his mother’s cunt. Her pussy was surrounded by soft, curly hair, the pink flesh looking so wet and hot. He swallowed nervously, grabbing his cock.

  “Take your hands,” Linda said, a little too harshly.

  “But, Mom…”

  “Look at it,” she interjected. “You want to see a cunt? Then look at my cunt! But from now, you don’t ever lift up a girl’s dress at school. You don’t call your sister names. Now, look at my cunt and have yourself a ball… but you’re going to have to behave from now on. Am I making myself understood, Bobby?”

  Showing her cunt to her son had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, and now she found herself ready to come with such force that it was almost frightening to her. She saw his cock lurching inside his pants.

  “Bobby, it’s okay,” she said very tenderly. “I know it hurts. You can take it out. It will feel better if you do.”

  Bobby frantically clawed at his pants, releasing his cock. It lurched up from his open fly, and Linda gasped, staring hotly at his prick. She was surprised to see that his cock was so thick and long.

  “Oh, my!” she cried softly.

  She leaned back slightly, one knee up on his bed, her other foot on the floor, holding her legs wide apart for him. She felt her clit pulsate. The edge of one finger brushing against her cunt, and she felt wetter than ever in her life. She gazed at the head of her son’s cock, watching beads of juice form on the tiny pisshole. Her ass b
egan to writhe. The urge to take her son’s cock in her fist and jack him off swiftly was very strong.

  Bobby stared hypnotically at his mother’s cunt.

  Linda watched his young body start to shake. He had a glazed look in his wide open eyes.

  “Bobby… ohhhh, Bobby!” she moaned. “Ohhhhh, Bobby?”

  Her ass jerked, lifting off the bed.

  Linda gasped and whimpered, biting her lip. Her orgasm had been so unexpected, yet so powerful, she couldn’t believe what was happening. Her cunt seemed to open and close as she came, her clit vibrating hotly. The contractions shook her from head to toe.

  She calmed slowly, but the heat did not fade.

  “What happened. Mom?” Bobby asked.

  “Nothing,” she sighed. “Yes, something did happen, but I can’t tell you what it was, Bobby. Later… some day, you might understand.”

  She started to get off his bed, but Bobby’s hand on her knee stopped her.

  “No, not yet, Mom! Please, not yet!” Bobby ran his hand up her thigh, into her panties, leaning over to look closely at her pussy.

  Linda sat there as he gazed, shaking once more, unable to move or to stop him.

  She heard him breathe deeply, the back of his hand resting on her thigh near her cunt as he held her panties to one side. She began to moan softly.

  “Mom, it’s… you’re beautiful, Mom.”

  “That’s enough, Bobby,” she replied weakly, trying to push his hand away. “Bobby, you’ve looked long enough.”

  “Mom, I gotta cum!”

  The hot gush of his jizz flew from his pisshole, landing on her thigh, scalding her flesh.

  She stared at his cock as he came, sending spurt after spurt of come juice on her thigh until it was drenched from crotch to knee.

  Bobby grunted and gasped as he came. “Ohhhhh, Bobby!” Linda sobbed, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him against her tits again. “It must feel better now, baby!”

  She felt her son’s hot hand on her thigh, his fingers at the edge of her panties. His other hand was sliding up her dress toward her tits. She held her breath when he cupped her tit, squeezing it gently. Her nipples bulged inside her bra, and her tits felt so tight with swollen desire. She felt his fingers working slowly into her panties, and for a moment, she held him tightly against her body.

  “No, Bobby! That’s far enough. No more… you’ve had your fun.”

  “But I thought… Mom, I thought…”

  “I-I know what you thought,” she gasped. “Just remember, you promised me never to lift girls’ dresses at school again, or call your sister those names.”

  “I won’t ever again, Mom,” he said sadly as she stood up and smoothed her skirt down. “But what am I gonna do now? I mean, when it happens again?”

  “You mean…” She nodded toward his cock.

  “It gets worse all the time, Mom!”

  Linda gazed at his cock. His prick was still half hard, glistening wetly on the head with his come juice. She licked her lips, shivering, as she leaned over without even considering what she was doing.

  Linda placed her lips on the shaft of her son’s cock, kissing it tenderly. But the hot touch of his cock against her lips sent a wild shudder through her. She licked along the shaft of Bobby’s cock to the head. She tasted his come juice.

  Suddenly she jerked upright, blushing furiously.

  Bobby looked up, at her, his expression showing surprise.

  Linda felt giddy, then she began to giggle. “I don’t know why I did that, honey. I just… that should not have happened. None of this should have happened.”

  She twirled and ran from his room. She flung herself onto her bed, face buried into her arms. She knew she should feel shame, or guilt, or something. But not this excitement, this feverish hunger…

  CHAPTER TWO

  For the next day or so, Linda watched her son closely. He was on his best behavior, not tormenting Sarah as usual.

  The image of his strong, young cock was in her mind all the time, remembering how it had squirted on her thigh.

  Linda’s first experience had been somewhat similar, she remembered. As a young teenage girl she had been with a boy who had tried hard to get into her panties. As they wrestled on the seat of his car, her clothing had become mussed, with her dress about her hips. She had not struggled very hard, but she also tried not to show too much eagerness for what was happening. She was slowly giving in to the boy, her emotions soaring, her cunt on fire. She had let the boy pushed her back, and she had shivered with wonderful pleasure when he caressed up her thighs to her panties.

  She lifted her ass so he could pull her panties off easily, his fingers feeling so hot on her flesh. The boy, overly excited, had come before he had her panties off, spurting his juices over her thigh.

  Linda had come very hard, yet she still remained a virgin. Linda soon found she had to be very careful or her hungers would control her. The only time she had allowed herself to let those wild feelings loose had been with her husband, a man who took great pleasure in her almost insatiable attitude in bed. After her husband had died unexpectedly, Linda had deliberately submerged those feelings.

  She gazed at her son’s body, looking at his ass in those tight jeans, the bulge of his cock and balls, feeling as though she would come at any moment.

  Her son, however, was finding it very hard to keep his promise. Bobby tried, but the temptation was much too powerful for him. Fearful of getting another note from school, he struggled with his feelings during school hours, but at home it was harder. His sister, two years younger, didn’t seem to understand how sweet and tempting her body was to him.

  Bobby wanted to feel his sister’s satiny flesh, squeeze her lovable little ass, touch and rub her hot little cunt. He wanted to rub his cock on his sister’s body, on her thighs, her ass, between her legs, and maybe, just maybe, see if he could put his cock into the little slit of her pussy.

  Bobby tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his cock in her pussy. He knew it had to feel better than fucking his fist.

  Linda moved to the patio door, watching Bobby and Sarah in the back yard. She smiled affectionately when she saw her son pushing his sister in the swing. They were not bickering for a change, and maybe Bobby would keep his word to her, she thought.

  But she saw something else, too.

  Bobby was pushing his sister quite high, and his cock was obviously hard. Watching closely, Linda soon saw why. Each time Sarah swung back over her brother’s head, her short skirt lifted. She saw the flash of Sarah’s tight panties and the backs of her slim legs. Bobby was looking up, seeing his sister, too. And each time he pushed her, Linda noticed that his hands shoved at her little ass, not the seat of the swing.

  “Bobby!” Linda called, stepping onto the patio. “I want to see you for a minute.”

  Bobby walked to her, his eyes cast down, not looking at her. He was trying to conceal his hard-on, Linda noticed.

  “You promised, Bobby,” Linda said, unable to put conviction into her tone of voice.

  “I didn’t, Mom!” her son protested, knowing what she was talking about.

  “Bobby, I was watching.”

  “But, Mom, it was an accident this time! I was pushing Sarah and her dress was — Mom, it was an accident!”

  Linda trembled, trying to keep her eyes off the front of his pants.

  “Come with me,” she said, turning. Bobby followed her, knowing he was in trouble again…

  Taking him into her bedroom, Linda sat on the edge of her bed. The heat between her thighs was unbearable. She clamped them together, immediately releasing the pressure, a soft gasp coming from her.

  “Something must be done,” she said, almost whispering to herself.

  “But it was an accident, Mom.”

  “Maybe so, but…” Linda folded her fingers together, pressing her hands into her lap. She felt her cunt throbbing, her clit becoming very stiff with hardness. “You were still looking.”

  “W
hat am I supposed to do, Mom? I mean…”

  “Have you told anyone about… you know?”

  “Not me!” Bobby said firmly. “I promised, Mom.”

  She looked at his bulging cock, unable to avoid looking at it. Linda placed her hand on her son’s hip, feeling him shaking. His cock was so hard in his pants, so very hard.

  “Would you like to?” she sighed. “Would you like to see it again? Would you like to look at Mother again, honey?”

  “Can I, Mom! I sure would like to look again! I liked it that first time, and I think about it all the time, and I still remember what it looks like, and I get all…”

  Linda laughed at his eagerness, digging her fingers into his hip, pulling him closer to her knees.

  “Hush, baby,” she whispered. “I know. I know very well. Again, I have to ask you never to mention it to anyone, not even your sister.”

  “I won’t! I won’t ever, Mom!”

  “I believe you.” She pulled her dress along her thighs. “Honey, you can take it out again, too.”

  As she watched him frantically opening his fly, she pulled her dress to her hips, leaning back on her elbows, eyes glassy with anticipation, waiting to see his young, hard cock again. She parted her knees, and Bobby stared at the stretching crotch of her panties as he pulled his throbbing cock out. His prick angled upward, jerking in a vibrating way, the head very swollen, very smooth, the shaft so excitingly long and thick.

  “Let me see it, Mom! I wanna see it again!” Breathing hotly, Linda pulled her panties to one side.

  Bobby groaned as he gazed at his mother’s hairy curt. It looked very hot and wet to him, much wetter than the other day. He could see her clit straining upward and juices oozing from the pink slit. He gripped his cock very tightly in his hand, moaning softly, bending over from the waist because of the hot feelings in his balls.

  “Would you like it if I took my panties off this time, Bobby?” Linda asked in a quivering sound.

  “Ohhh, yeah, Mom!”

  Linda refused to let herself think of what she was doing. She peeled her panties off, then leaned back on her elbows again. She slowly spread her creamy legs open.

  Bobby began to pant, squeezing his cock hard in his hand, as he stared at his mother’s cunt. The hair was thick at the top of her pussy, thinner as it spread along the edges of her cunt.