Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  “Oh, even your asshole is sweet,” she gurgled as her tongue lapped the heat of his inner ass cheeks, barely touching the tight pucker of his asshole. “Bend over, baby.”

  “What are you gonna do, Mother?”

  “Eat your asshole, that’s what I’m going to do,” she groaned with perverse pleasure. “I want to lick your fucking little asshole, that’s what I want to do.”

  Giggling, Jerry leaned over, bracing himself by holding his knees. Joyce held the seat of his shorts wide, peering at the spreading of his ass cheeks. She saw the twinkling of his asshole, and with a hungry moan, shoved her face between the cheeks of his hot ass, licking in a frenzy at his asshole, circling it and tapping directly on his ass pucker. She pressed her lips around his asshole and sucked hard, then began trying to fuck her tongue up his ass.

  Jerry was still giggling with the lewd pleasure of his mother’s tongue lapping his asshole, shaking his ass into her face. He rammed his ass back, bringing his hands off his knees and grabbing his ass, pulling the ass cheeks apart for her. Joyce mewled and pressed the wet tip of her tongue hard against his asshole, feeling it give. As his asshole stretched, she shoved her tongue as deep as she could, licking about, then started tonguefucking him in the ass.

  “You’re making my cock hard, Mother!” he giggled, waggling his ass against her face.

  “Mmmmm!” she moaned, darting a hand in front of him and clutching at his cock through the shorts.

  His prick was hard, as he said, and she squeezed it while tongue-sucking him in the ass. Jerry pressed his ass cheeks against his mother’s checks, then pulled them wide again. He was making choking sounds as Joyce thrust her tongue as deep as she could, tonguefucking him with eager whimpers. She squeezed his throbbing cock very hard, moving her hand on it through his shorts.

  She felt his asshole become tight around her tongue, and with a perverse feeling of pleasure, squeezed his cock hard and rammed her tongue in and out of his asshole swiftly.

  “Mother!” Jerry yelled. “You better stop you’re gonna make me come!”

  “Mmmmm!” Joyce moaned, tonguefucking her son in his asshole furiously, squeezing his cock as hard as she could. The throbbing power of his cock in her hand and the heat of his asshole on her tongue and lips sent a searing fire to her cunt.

  Jerry groaned loudly.

  Joyce felt his asshole flexing on her tongue, squeezing and loosening, and at the same time he came off inside his shorts. She felt the hot wetness of his come juice soaking through his shorts, and she fucked her tongue deeply into his asshole.

  After he finished coming, she pulled her tongue away, kissing his asshole once, then stood up.

  “That will teach you to walk around showing your ass, Jerry,” she laughed.

  “You do it, too,” he reminded her.

  “Sure, but I beat you to it, didn’t I? I knew you’ve been thinking of tonguefucking my asshole.”

  “I wasn’t,” he protested.

  “Of course not,” she smiled, looking at the front of his shorts. “You sure are a mess now.”

  “I’ll have to change.”

  “Why? I just might do it again.”

  She ran her hand about his wet shorts, then brought it to her mouth, licking her palm.

  They ate lunch, chattering with each other, most of the conversation about Pamie, with Jerry wondering what the exquisite young girl would do Saturday.

  “Oh, don’t worry,” Joyce told him. “Pamie will do anything you and I do. You can count on that. She’s a hot little cunt, you know.”

  They carried the conversation into the living room, where they turned playful. They began to wrestle about on the floor. Jerry began to tickle his mother, making her laugh as she tried to stop him.

  “Stop, you idiot!” she groaned. “You’re going to make me pee my panties! Come on, Jerry, stop!”

  “So pee in your panties, Mother,” he laughed, digging his fingers into her sides. “Who cares if you pee in your panties?”

  “I do, you nut!” she howled. “This isn’t the bathroom, you know! Now stop it before I piss all over the floor!”

  But Jerry refused to stop. Joyce was particularly ticklish on her inner thighs near her cunt, and when Jerry found this out, he tickled her unmercifully as she rolled and twisted, trying to get away from him. She was on her back, lifting her legs into the air and trying to hold them together. Her cunt, concealed in the sandy-colored panties, pooched out. Darting his mouth to it, Jerry sucked at his mother’s cunt as he tickled her sides again. Joyce squealed, half in delight and half in torment.

  Jerry began to lick at the backs of her thighs, still tickling her. “Ohhh, damn you!” she shouted. “Now look what you made me do! I pissed in my fucking panties!”

  Jerry saw the wetness spreading about the crotch of his mother’s panties, and he laughed in childish pleasure. “You sure did, Mother!”

  “I told you,” she panted. “I always piss in my panties if I’m tickled. Now, you little pussy-licker, turn me loose so I can change.”

  “I wanna see you piss again,” he said. “Come on, Mother, let me see you piss in your panties again!”

  “Why?” she asked, feeling her pulse race.

  “It excites me,” he said.

  She was on her back, legs lifted and knees toward her shoulders. “Like on that porch?” she asked. “Did that excite you?”

  “I almost came before you fucked me,” her son said.

  “I thought so,” Joyce replied.

  “Well, are you gonna do it for me?” he urged.

  “If you want me to,” she teased in a throaty voice.

  “Pee the way you are now, with your ass up.”

  Joyce didn’t have to try hard. She was intensely excited. If her son had not brought it up, she would have sooner or later, she knew. She squirted piss against her panties, stopped it, and squirted again, watching him. Jerry’s eyes burned as he watched the wetness of his mother’s crotch spread until her panties were drenched. Piss ran over her doubled-over stomach and along her ass cheeks to her back.

  Jerry ran his hand up his mother’s ass and placed his hand on her cunt, feeling her warm piss against his palm. His cock lurched into a full, throbbing hard-on. He stood up, pulling his cock out of his shorts and pressing the cockhead against her piss-wet panties, rubbing it around as she pissed.

  “Does it feel good, baby?” she asked in a thick, whispery voice.

  “I like it, Mother,” he replied, watching his cock become wet with her piss. “I like it a lot.”

  Moaning in delight, Joyce continued to piss in her panties as her son rubbed the head of his swollen cock back and forth over the crotch, along her cunt slit. Jerry moved the tip of his prick into the tight band, starting to press into his mother’s cunt as she pissed, but before he could accomplish the penetration, Joyce finished pissing.

  “Aw, shit, Mother,” he complained. “I was gonna fuck you.”

  “While I pee?”

  “I was gonna try,” he said.

  “We have all the time in the world, honey.” She let her ass down. “Now you know what happens to me when I get tickled, so be careful.”

  “What am I gonna do with this hard-on?” he asked, looking significantly at her mouth.

  “Anything you want to do with it,” she replied. “I can take my wet panties off and you can fuck me, if you don’t mind a pissy cunt.”

  “Mind?” he asked, and he shoved his face eagerly down to her crotch.

  Joyce gurgled and grabbed his head, smearing his face into her wet panties. Lifting her head, she was pleased when her son pulled the piss-wet material into his mouth, sucking at it. She widened her thighs, giving him more room at her crotch, her eyes glittering as she saw her son sucking thee piss-wet panties between his lips, his hands holding her uplifted ass.

  “If I could piss again right now,” she whispered, “I’d do it… right in your fucking mouth, Jerry!”

  Her son giggled and clawed her panties to one si
de, running his tongue about her cunt, tasting the steaming pussy juices and piss that lingered there, his cock throbbing. Joyce twisted her hips, grinding into his face as his tongue darted and lapped, fucking into the tight heat of her wet cunt and swirling up about her clit. His lips were wide, and he seemed to be trying to get the whole of her cunt mound into his mouth, as if he wanted to devour her, eat her in a literal way, suck her piss-wet cunt off her trembling body. He groaned and moaned against his mother’s hairy cunt, licking and sucking hungrily, clutching the cheeks of her soaked ass in his palms.

  “You little cuntlicker!” she squealed in ecstasy. “You really like to suck a pissy cunt, don’t you? Does Mother’s cunt, with all that piss on it, taste good? Does it make your cock very hard?”

  Jerry moaned a reply as his tongue thrust in and out of her overheated cunt, tongue fucking her as deep as he could. Then he ran his tongue to her cunt, sucking, and licking it with obvious hunger, eyes flashing up at her, his cheeks covered by her wet cunt hair. Joyce arched into his face her uplifted ass writhing in his hands, grinding her cunt hard at his mouth and tongue. She started whining as the heat grew inside, her, stomach, spreading out along her thighs and centering in her pussy. Her thighs, still dripping with piss, lifted and closed about his face, holding him tightly at her cunt. Joyce wailed as she started coming, bucking into her son’s face hard, almost violently. Her whimpers turned to screams of ecstasy as the orgasms increased in power, the hairlined lips of her cunt sucking at his tongue reflexively.

  Jerry pulled his tongue out of his mother’s pulsating cunt, licked for a moment at her throbbing cunt, then dragged his tongue over her piss-wet panties to her stomach, licking along her flesh, tasting the piss there. He went to her tits, mouthing them, sucking her tits, licking at her rubbery nipples. Joyce squirmed on the floor, mewling softly as her son kissed and sucked and licked at her tits, going from one to the other. His cock was prodding at her cunt, but the panties had slipped over it and he could not fuck in. Instead, still sucking at her tits, he rubbed his hot, hard cock up and down her lower belly.

  Joyce, boiling hotly despite the intensity of her orgasm against his mouth wanted his cock fucking her, plunging into her cunt harshly. She grabbed at her wet panties and pulled, tearing them from her body.

  “Now shove it to me, baby!” she shouted. “Ram that sweet cock to Mother!”

  With perfect aim, Jerry’s cock plunged into his mother’s open cunt, stabbing deeply. Joyce screamed in pleasure as his balls smacked her hot ass, her cunt clutching his cock as he fucked her. She grabbed her son’s ass in both hands, lifting her legs up and wrapping them about his thrusting hips. She shoved her hands into his shorts, wanting nothing between her hands and his smooth, young ass. She pulled at his ass, spreading the ass cheeks as he fucked her cunt hard. Again she found his tight asshole and began to rub at it, working her finger into his ass. As her finger fucked at his asshole, Jerry grunted and pounded harder yet into his mother’s tight, wet pussy. Jerry stuffed his mouth with a tit, his lips wide and his tongue licking hungrily, panting hotly as his ass flew up and down.

  “Ooo, your cock is so hard, Jerry!” Joyce wailed. “So fucking hard! Give it to me, baby! Fuck Mother good! Oooo, ram your sweet, hard cock up mother’s hot, wet cunt! Fuck it… fuck it hard! Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

  The pulsing hardness stretched and stuffed her pussy. She could feel his cock throbbing as he fucked deeper and deeper, driving her ass against the floor. The floor was wet from piss, and she loved the feel of it against her naked skin so much, her mind was reeling in perverse ecstasy. She lifted her son’s face to hers, gluing her mouth to his, sucking at his lips and darting tongue in a greedy way. Her ass churned and thrashed under his rapid, hard fucking, squishing sounds coming from, her cunt. She tasted her piss on her son’s mouth, and found herself inflamed beyond reason. She licked at his face, tasting piss on his cheeks and chin and lips. The taste of her own piss on her son’s face increased her perverse hunger, and she fucked her cunt onto his cock as he slammed down, grinding with an orgiastic frenzy that was unlike any feeling she had ever known until now.

  She was unable to get enough of her son’s rigid cock, wanting it to drive her naked ass through the piss-wet floor, fuck her until her cunt lips were raw, until her ass was bruised painfully. Neither spoke, neither was able to speak. All they could do was grunt and gasp through the rough fucking. They clawed at each other with feverish hands, feeling and stroking and squeezing, hardly knowing what they were touching. Joyce’s piss-wet thighs scissored about her son’s hips, her heels beating at his clenching ass, her finger darting into his asshole a few times, then pulling free so she could clutching his preciously young balls. Jerry, too, fucked a finger up his mother’s hot asshole a number of times as they thrashed about on the floor.

  Each time his finger rammed up her ass, a rippling of electric heat would sear the flesh of Joyce’s body, making her cunt erupt with unbelievable orgasms. As she came time and again, her hot cunt drew and sucked and squeezed her son’s cock. She pushed at his balls, pressing them against her spreading ass cheeks, wishing she could shove his balls up her asshole while she fucked his cock with her boiling, convulsing cunt. She mewled and gurgled hotly against his face, licking at his flesh until there could not possibly be any more piss on it. Her cunt pulled at her son’s cock in a rippling sensation that he could no longer withstand.

  Just as he was about to come, Jerry jerked his prick from his mother’s cunt, and before she knew what he was doing, he was scooting his ass up her belly. His cock was throbbing with threatening eruption. His balls moved along her flesh, then over her tits. As his ass started to settle on her tits, Joyce curled her fingers into his ass cheeks. Her mouth opened and she gripped the head of his cock with her lips. Jerry leaned over his mother’s head, holding himself up on stiff arms, looking down at her, seeing his cock stretching her lips.

  Then he began coming.

  Joyce made a delicious gurgling sound as her son’s come juice bubbled from his piss hole, coating her tongue with the thick sweetness. She sucked hard on the head of his cock as he came, her tongue licking frantically about his piss hole, pressing against it as if trying to stop the rushing, bubbling come juice. Her throat worked in a convulsive way as she swallowed her son’s jism, moaning half put of her mind with pleasure. Her ass kept moving on the piss-wet floor, the lips of her cunt pulsating in a steamy heat, although she was no longer coming. Despite the lack of orgasms now, Joyce was still floating in the delirium of sweet sensations.

  “Oooo!” Jerry moaned as his cock shot jism into his mother’s fiery mouth. “Oh, suck it up, Mother! Ahhh, suck my come juice up! Eat it… suck my cock!”

  As the last drop of his come juice entered her mouth, Joyce relaxed, holding Jerry’s prick between her lips and moving her tongue about the piss hole slowly and caressingly, fondling his ass tenderly. As his cock softened in her mouth, she pulled it deep, then managed to get his balls in, too. She held her son’s cock in her mouth for a long time, breathing heavily, eyes closed as she shivered in a warm glow of perverse ecstasy. Her hands moved about his ass, shoving under his shorts and stroking lightly at his asshole, bringing a happy moan from Jerry.

  Finally Joyce pushed him off her face. She sat up, grinning lewdly at her son.

  “What happened?” she whispered.

  “I think we got too excited, Mother,” he said, stretching out on his back, arms above his head and legs wide.

  “That must be it,” she agreed. “I’ve never done anything like that before, with anyone.”

  “Pissing, you mean?”

  She nodded her head.

  “Well, I like it,” her son replied. “You know what, Mother? When I sucked on your panties, tasting the piss in them, I almost came.”

  “Wonderful,” she purred, stroking his balls. “Because… I liked it, too.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Every time Joyce passed the vacant house where it had all starte
d, she could not help feeling affection for the place. She wanted to return some evening with her son, repeat the events of that night, perhaps make it better, even.

  She wondered if it would be considered breaking and entering if she went in to look it over. She could ask the real estate office to let her see the place, but that would defeat her real purpose. It might be exciting to take her son in and fuck him someplace, the living room, bedroom, bathroom, wherever. It would be an adventure, a lark, she thought.

  She stood looking at the porch now, the swing where she had first fucked Jerry in the darkness, with car lights illuminating them briefly. Again she wondered if anyone had seen them. She didn’t think so, but she felt it would have been awfully exciting if they had been.

  It was not yet time for Jerry to come home from school, and if she waited here, he was bound to come by on his way home. She walked up the sidewalk to the porch. She looked behind the swing where she had pissed, but there was no longer any evidence of it. She sat on the swing, rocking back and forth slowly, looking out on the residential street. The feeling of excitement came over her. She felt deliciously wicked as she rocked back and forth, the soft creaking of the swing providing a surprisingly erotic sound. She grinned, then giggled in a childish manner. Running her palms along her thighs, caressing herself through her dress, she stared at the sunlit street. No one was out in any of the yards.

  “Why not?” she whispered softly, and she slipped her dress up until it was gathered in her lap. She opened her legs and rubbed at her cunt. She was not wearing panties, hoping her son would enjoy it. He would, she knew, because Jerry was excited by everything they had done. She had, in the past day, convinced him to go without underwear.

  Joyce always became excited when she saw a cockbulge on a man. It would make her cunt twitch and her mouth water.

  Recalling seeing her son’s cock dangling in his pants so sweetly that morning as he went off to school, Joyce rocked gently on the porch swing, rubbing at her naked cunt, feeling so wicked it sent rippling chills of pleasure up and down her spine. Although she still gazed out onto the street, she saw nothing except what was in her mind. She could sit there, rock back and forth, in broad daylight, and make herself come, and no one would ever know about it until she told her son. There was something exciting about doing this, something that bubbled like some consuming fire in the pit of her stomach, something that seemed to force her into it.