Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  She looked up to see her son stating at her over the back of the porch swing. She gasped, but with embarrassment. She gasped because she almost came. Although it was too dark for her son to see her cunt as she pissed, they could see into each other’s eyes, see the interest and heat they both were feeling.

  “It feels good,” she whispered. “I couldn’t have held it much longer. Don’t look at me, honey.”

  But Jerry looked, trying to peer between her knees, trying to see his mother’s cunt. His cock had become very hard inside his pants when he heard her pissing. He was pressing his hand hard against his cockbulge. Although Joyce was unaware that her son had a hard-on, she felt the tingling in her cunt as she pissed. The fact that he stared at her, whether he could see her pussy or not, started her flesh shivering with a desire that became very strong. A soft moan came from her mouth as a mild orgasm shot through her cunt, and she was still pissing a strong stream.

  Joyce felt she would piss for hours, but she finally finished. She stood up, letting the crotch of her panties slide back over her cunt. Before she smoothed her skirt down, a passing car’s lights illuminated her briefly. Jerry saw his mother’s sleek thighs and the bottom of her panties before the lights moved away. That brief glimpse had caused his cock to throb against his hand.

  “Oh, you didn’t see me, did you?” Joyce asked. “Those damned lights!”

  Jerry didn’t answer; he felt excitement bubbling through his cock and balls, and pressed his hand hard against them. Joyce, smoothing her dress over her hips, came around the side of the swing as Jerry got to his feet. Instead of moving off the porch, they stood looking at each other in the darkness. Something was happening to them, a tension Joyce didn’t want to break. She caught her son’s hand in hers as they stood close, facing each other. Joyce listened to her son’s heavy breathing, and knew he had, become excited. She didn’t know if it was the brief peek he’d had, or because of listening to her piss. But she did know that the heavy way he was breathing meant he was exited, and probably had a hard on.

  Neither spoke, Joyce felt her cunt become fiery, the hairlined cunt lips pulsating inside her panties. Even she wasn’t aware of bringing her son’s hand between her legs until she pressed the back of it against her cunt through her dress. The only response Jerry gave was a gasping sound, a sound that turned to a moan as Joyce pressed his hand more firmly against her cunt. She turned her son’s hand, curling his fingers between her, thighs until she had him cupping her fiery pussy. Holding her son’s hand tightly against her cunt, Joyce gripped his shoulder with her other hand, her face moving slowly toward his. She had to lean down a bit, and brushed her lips across Jerry’s. Jerry kept his hand on his mother’s cunt, feeling the searing heat through her panties and dress. Joyce moaned as she kissed her son, arching her hips into his palm, twisting slightly.

  “Ohhhh, Jerry!” she moaned, now holding him tightly, his face pressed between her tits. “Oh, God, Jerry!”

  Her son remained silent, but his hand was moving now, rubbing at her cunt firmly. Kissing him hotly once more, Joyce grabbed her son’s cock through his pants, squeezing it as her tongue plunged into his mouth. Without either knowing how or when it happened, Joyce was gripping her son’s ass, pulling his hard cock against her lower body. Jerry was digging his hands into his mother’s ass, feeling it twist as she pressed her cunt hard against him. They whimpered with the excitement of what they were doing, neither wanting to stop.

  “You’re so hard, darling,” she whispered, grinding her pelvis against him, pulling at his ass. “You’re so very hard!”

  She felt her son thrusting against her, rubbing his cock around as if he were trying to find her cunt and fuck her. With nerves burning, Joyce shoved a hand between them again and clawed at his cockbulge. She found the zipper of his fly and yanked it down, her hot hand darting into his fly and pulling his cock from his pants. She closed her fingers around his cock and began to jack his prick frantically, moaning hotly at the top of his head.

  “Hold me, Jerry!” she murmured, stroking his hard cock. “Hold me tight, honey!”

  Jerry had his hands still on his mother’s ass, his fingers clutching tightly Joyce wiggled her ass in his hands as her fist pumped at his hard cock.

  “Under my dress!” she hissed with a thick sound. “Hold me under my dress!”

  She felt her son’s hands lift her dress in back, then he was molding her rounded ass cheeks through her panties only. But even that wasn’t enough for Joyce.

  “Inside my panties,” she whimpered hotly. “Shove your hands down in my panties and hold me!”

  Jerry ran both his hands down into the elastic of her panties, feeling the smoothness of his mother’s ass. Joyce felt herself become dizzy with emotion, with an ecstasy that she had not known before. She stroked her son’s cock hard, mewling in desire. She could feel his prick throbbing and burning in her hand. “Oh, baby!” she groaned. “Hold my ass tight! Hold me real tight!”

  She lifted her dress and slipped his cock between her thighs, holding it there, squeezing her smooth legs tightly about his cock. Gripping her son’s ass again, she pushed and pulled in a way that caused his cock to slide back and forth between her legs, fucking between them. The shaft of his cock was running along the tight crotch of her soaked panties, rubbing at her cunt.

  And still it wasn’t enough.

  “So hard,” she murmured against his head. “You’re so damned hard… hard and hot!”

  She slipped the crotch of her panties to one side, feeling his prick sliding along the slit of her boiling cunt. She let out a soft squeal as the smooth cockhead rubbed, spreading the lips of her cunt and almost entering her fuck hole.

  “You almost went in me,” she gurgled, working her hips back and forth. “You almost did it to me, darling.”

  “I felt it, Mother,” he said, his voice choked with emotion. “I felt it almost go in.”

  “Don’t come!” she moaned. “Oh, don’t come, honey!”

  Her hips jerked back and forth, her thighs gripping his cock. Her cunt was burning hotly, and suddenly she pulled from him. She looked into his face, seeing nothing because of the darkness.

  “I want you, Jerry,” she whispered. “God, I want you so much!”

  She sat him on the swing, his cock standing out from his open pants. She could just see the outline of him. She lifted her skirt to her waist and straddled her son. Yanking the crotch of her panties away from her cunt, she shoved her knees onto the swing and along each side his hips, taking his cock with her other hand. She rubbed the swollen cockhead along the slit of her hairy cunt, then maneuvered his cock into her pussy.

  “Oooo, this is what I want!” she moaned. Joyce sat on her son’s lap for a long moment, his cock stuffed deeply into her cunt. She felt the hard throbbing of his prick with her sensitive, stretched cuntlips. Her body shook with pleasure, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She listened to her son’s heavy breathing, anxious that he would accept what she was doing without guilt or shame. The hairy lips of her cunt squeezed about the base of his cock. She tightened the cheeks of her ass, forcing her cunt to gnaw softly on Jerry’s strong, hard cock.

  With a slow movement, Joyce lifted her crotch, her pussy clinging, to his cock. She lifted slowly and mewled ecstatically until she held only the swollen prickhead inside her cunt. She sucked in a hot gasp of air, her eyes gleaming in the darkness as her ass made a slow rotation, moving downward again.

  “Hold Mother’s ass,” she whined softly. “Ohhh, Jerry, hold my ass!”

  Jerry eagerly ran his hands under his mother’s skirt and along her hot thighs. He cupped her flexing ass through the thin panties, feeling her lift again.

  “Ohhh, yes, yes!” Joyce moaned. “Hold my ass tight, honey! Hold it real tight!”

  She leaned forward, her head thrown back, her ass twisting in her son’s hands, her cunt holding his cock deep again. She rubbed her straining tits about his face, one after the other. The whimpers coming from her w
ere hot and low. She gave a gasp of pleasure when her son captured a rigid nipple pressing at the top of her dress. She felt the wet heat of his mouth as he closed his lips about her covered tit, trying to take it all inside. His hands clung to her revolving ass with tightness, and he was fucking his cock up into her cunt.

  “Ahhhh, sweetheart!” Joyce groaned, her ass pumping now, her fiery wet cunt riding up and down his burning cock. Her cunt was scraping his cock shaft, fueling the intense hunger of her pussy. “So good. Jerry! God, have I wanted this! Mmmmm, you’re so hard in me… so beautifully hard!”

  A grunt came from Jerry, Joyce pulled her shoulders back, trying to see his face in the darkness. She squirmed her cunt down onto his cock, twisting.

  “Say something, Jerry,” she hissed hotly. “Say something!”

  “What should I say, Mother?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

  “Anything, damn it!” she insisted in a throaty sound. “Say any damned thing! Tell me you like it… that you want more! Don’t just sit there quietly. It makes me feel so… so awful. Say something, please!”

  “I like it,” he said.

  “Can’t you says anything else?” she asked, needing verbal approval from her son, needing his full cooperation. “Say you want more! Tell me you want to fuck me… how my ass feels, what my cunt is like around your cock!”

  A gasping sound came from her son. Joyce knew he was surprised at her language, but she didn’t care. What she wanted was her son’s complete approval for fucking him, his total and absolute cooperation. She wanted him to love fucking her as much as she was loving fucking him.

  With hot grunts, she began to ride up and down his cock with her cunt, moving it swiftly, soft and moist sounds coming from under her dress. She wiggled her ass in her son’s hands as she fucked him, squirming and twisting, jerking and fucking him with breathless hunger.

  “Talk to me, Jerry!” she almost shouted. “Please, say something to me, anything! Tell me how hot my ass is, how wet my cunt is! Please, darling, tell me!”

  “You’re hot, Mother,” Jerry said, starting off in a whisper. “Your ass is hot, real hot…” His voice became louder, in proportion to the pleasure rumbling about in his balls. “You’re awfully wet and hot, Mother! Your cunt is wet… your cunt is hot!”

  “Oooo, yes, yes, it is!” she squealed. “More! Tell me more, baby!”

  Joyce was fucking her son frantically now, her cunt bouncing wildly, the swing creaking beneath their weight.

  “Hot cunt,” Jerry mumbled. “Hot ass and hot cunt and wet cunt! I love you, Mother! I love you!”

  “Yes, darling, yes!”

  Jerry clung to his mother’s pounding ass, his fingers gripping each asscheek, arching his cock tip as she fucked him with frenzied gyrations. The feel of her nylon panties in his palms and the heat of her ass burning through them, the curve of her ass, sent a rippling, rumbling ecstasy through his young body.

  “Hot and wet,” he moaned, moving his hands about her ass. “Your cunt is hot and wet, Mother!” He was babbling with a reeling mind now, babbling because of the intense pleasure her cunt was giving him. “Hot pussy, hot ass… wet cunt… fuck fuck!”

  Hearing her son, Joyce felt tears of delight come into her eyes. She grasped his head, drawing his face to her tits as she leaned forward, her cunt fucking faster and faster on his cock. She mewled when his wet mouth closed about her covered nipple again. She wanted her naked tit in his mouth, wanted to feel his tongue licking at the sensitive, turgid nipple, his lips sucking at the firm titflesh. But she was boiling too much to stop and take time to open her dress. She was fast approaching orgasm, her cunt twitching and becoming tighter about her son’s hard cock.

  “Ooo, you’re going to make me do it, darling!” she moaned, pulling his mouth against her tit, making it difficult for him to reply. “You’re going to make me come, Jerry! Ohhh, I love you, baby! Love you and love your hard cock and love to fuck you! Ohhhh, I’m coming now, Jerry!”

  Joyce shuddered as the fiery ecstasy exploded inside her body. The convulsions of her orgasm sent spasms waving up and down the satiny insides of her tightly gripping cunt.

  The wail that came from her threatened to turn into a scream. Joyce choked as she tried to remain as quiet as she could, her pussy fucking up and down on her son’s cock furiously.

  Jerry, arching his hips high, felt the gripping waves of his mother’s cunt as she came. Her cunt seemed to draw on his cock, trying to suck his cock deeper inside. His balls ached now, ached with the exquisite need to empty into his mother’s searing cunt. His hands dug hard on her pantied ass, his teeth tight about her titflesh. The high-pitched whining sounds she made caused shivers of pleasure to race about his flesh.

  “I gotta… uh, uh, uh,” Jerry groaned, his cock throbbing as come juice abruptly spilled into his mother’s cunt.

  The come juice spurted time and again, like an unending stream, filling his mother’s cunt, splashing at the velvety pussy walls. He rammed his cock upward as his mother slammed her cunt down onto it, grinding hard as she whimpered in that small puppy sound of ecstasy.

  Joyce slumped forward, sucking in air with a harsh sound. Jerry, feeling as if every muscle in his body had become liquid, panted, still holding his mother’s quivering ass.

  The sudden illumination of a passing car brought Joyce up with a cry. She slipped from her son’s lap, the crotch of her panties sliding back over her cunt. She leaned down and tucked her son’s cock into his pants, then pulled the zipper up.

  “We better go,” she whispered. “This is too open — someone could see us, if they haven’t already.”

  Holding hands, they went back to the sidewalk, starting home again. The rest of the walk was in quietness, neither speaking. Joyce was nervous, afraid her son would be disgusted, or show coldness toward her. Jerry, holding his mother’s hand, was wondering if he could put his arm around her waist as if she were his date.

  As they entered their house, Joyce looked at her son, trying to read what he was thinking by his expressive eyes. Jerry gazed back at his mother, wanting her to say something, anything that would let him know she would like his cock inside her cunt again.

  They stood facing each other for a moment, the tension between them heavy. Then Joyce took her son’s face in her hands, leaning down to kiss his mouth. It was a tender kiss, not the kind she wanted to give him, using her tongue to taste him. When her son stood still, not even lifting his hands to touch her, she pulled back, thinking he was disgusted with her. As she turned from him, walking on unsteady legs toward the hall leading to the bedrooms, she did not know her son was gazing at the swell of her swaying ass, his eyes hot and his tongue running over his lips with desire.

  In her room, she undressed, tossing her panties and the dress on the floor at the side of her bed. She was not a sloppy woman, but tonight she had more important things on her mind than neatness. She went into her adjoining bathroom and spent a long time beneath the shower, scrubbing her body until her flesh glowed deliciously. She lifted her tits, looking at them. They were very good tits, hardly any sag at all. Her flesh was smooth, without the blue-veined appearance of many women her age. She had long nipples, a pink-brown color, with enormously pebbled circles at the base of them. She could pass the pencil test still, she knew.

  Her waist was as slender and narrow as any highschool girl’s, and her stomach was flat, with a dimpled belly button. A very thin line of dark hair grew from it, down toward the lush, thick triangle of her cunt hair. Her hips were round, her legs shapely and slender. Her ass swelled and rounded out tightly, the asscheeks smooth and creamy, with a deep, enticing asscrack.

  Joyce was a beautiful woman, not yet thirty-three, not in the least vain about her exceptional good looks. She was unlike many truly beautiful women in that she was gifted with an erotic mind and a strong desire to satisfy her boiling sexual hungers. She knew that many beautiful women were selfish, demanding tribute to their looks, and she had heard most were cold when it c
ame to fucking, true fucking.

  But not Joyce. She had a beautiful face and a beautiful body and a hot ass and a constantly wet cunt… and an overwhelming desire to indulge in wild, exciting sexual acts. Nothing was perverse as far as she was concerned, as long as her partner enjoyed it and had fun. She was not in the least shy or inhibited once involved, eager to try anything and everything. And she wanted Jerry to be the same way.

  As she dried herself, she thought of her son and of fucking him on the swing at that empty house. She knew a boy of her son’s tender age was usually feeling so hot he would stick his cock in any hole available. He had certainly not protested when she pulled his cock from his pants. He had tried to watch her as she pissed behind the swing. He had fucked with her, shot his jizz inside her cunt and made her come. He had held her ass and told her how hot her cunt was. Jerry had loved feeling his cock inside her boiling cunt, and of course he would not be disgusted with her. Joyce was convinced of that now, after thinking it over.

  Dropping the towel into the linen hamper, she went into her room and pulled a pair of tight bikini panties on, seeing the shadow of her cunt hair through them. They were a pale green color, sheer enough to expose the inviting crack of her ass, drawing up on her asscheeks to show those creamy half-moons. Dark curls of cunt hair stuck from the tight crotch, where her panties mounded, the slit of her pussy obvious.

  She began brushing her wavy, long chestnut-colored hair, watching her bare tits rise and fall with the movement of her arms, her nipples tingling in hardness. She sensed, rather than heard the presence other son. She turned to see him standing in her open doorway hesitantly, his eyes burning with lust as he looked at her almost-naked body.

  Joyce put the brush down, turning to face her son. They gazed at each other for a long time, hardly breathing. Jerry wore a pair of white briefs, and Joyce’s eyes drifted downward, seeing the bulge of his cock and balls there. His cock was swelling into hardness as he gazed at his mother, his eyes moving from her tits to her waist to her hips and settling at the crotch of her panties.