Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Molly groaned as her cunt contracted. She jerked her hand off his ass and began to claw at her pussy, darting two fingers in and out of her convulsing wet pussylips, fingerfucking herself frantically.

  At the same time, she opened her mouth and closed her lips about the head of his cock. She tasted the nylon of her panties as she sucked, drawing the thick creamy juice through them. She closed her eyes, moaning with ecstasy. The taste of her son’s come juice sent rippling pleasure up and down her still-wet, naked body. Her ass trembled and jerked with the power of her orgasm.

  Davy, his mother’s panties dangling from his mouth, stared down at his mother’s slightly upturned face, surprised at what she was doing. He danced about as he came, sending spurt after spurt through the panties and into his mother’s mouth. Molly sucked as hard as she could, her tongue licking until it felt raw. Sucking cock through a pair of panties wasn’t all that soothing for her tongue, but she knew it would please her son. She held her lips as tight as she could just behind the head of his cock, sucking hard. She didn’t get the full taste of his come juice this way, but the sheer perversity of sucking him off through her panties created a frenzy of orgasm between her thighs.

  When she was sure he was finished, still on her knees, she pulled her panties off his cock. With a squeal, she turned them inside out and stuffed the wet crotch into her mouth, sucking the juices from them. She settled her ass on her heels, her knees opened, and rubbed at her exploding clit with abandonment.

  The head of Davy’s cock glistened wetly, and puffing the panties out of her mouth, she cried out and began to rub her face about his crotch. She clutched her son’s hips, kissing and licking his hairless balls and prick wantonly, purring softly. The explosive orgasm began to recede, and she nuzzled into her son’s crotch for a while longer, inhaling the exciting scent of him.

  “Ohhhhh, Davy!” she whispered. “You’re wonderful, darling.”

  Davy pulled her panties out of his mouth, and playfully draped them over his mother’s head.

  “You like to play with panties, too, huh, Mother?”

  “Not until now,” she grinned, getting to her feet. “I never thought anything about panties until now. They were just something to wear.”

  After a while, she prepared breakfast for them.

  She wore a fresh pair of panties for her son. They were an emerald color, trimmed with a pastel green. Otherwise she was naked. Davy had removed his cutoffs, and wore a pair of jockey shorts now. He had them on at his mother’s suggestion; she found it exciting to see his cock and balls inside them.

  As she cooked eggs and bacon, she shifted her feet often, letting her son watch the play of her shapely ass cheeks. When breakfast was ready, they stood up to eat, both of them gazing at each other’s bodies. Davy didn’t seem to have very much interest in her tits, but Molly didn’t mind. Her tits were quite sensitive to the touch, and she loved having them sucked, but her cunt demanded more attention than her tits.

  Davy especially enjoyed seeing her with her panties pulled into her cunt, so her cuntlips showed. He liked to see the seat tight in the crack of her ass, so her smooth, sweet asscheeks were exposed. She knew, by now, that he preferred her to wear panties instead of being completely naked.

  “I never did finish my bath,” she said when they had finished eating.

  “You can finish later,” Davy said, and came around the table to her.

  Molly stood while her son stood behind her, running his hands over her pantied ass, feeling her. She waggled her ass for him, cooing softly. She felt the heat of his palms through her thin panties, and gurgled with pleasure as he drew them into the crack of her ass. Davy cupped the creamy cheeks of his mother’s ass, squeezing gently. Slipping one hand down, Molly pulled at the panties until the crotch cut into her cunt.

  “Do you like that?” she asked softly, thrusting her ass backward. “Do you like seeing my ass this way, honey?”

  “You have a beautiful ass, Mother,” he replied, staring at her swelling asscheeks. “And a beautiful cunt, too.”

  “Ohhhh, darling,” Molly breathed. “I love it when you talk that way to me. Hearing you say ass and cunt makes me so hot!”

  Davy fondled his mother’s ass with one hand, sliding his other between her thighs. He caressed the puffy lips of her cunt that spread on either side of her imbedded panties.

  “Are you getting hard, Davy?” she gasped, wiggling her ass. She leaned on the table, her arms shaking. “Is your cock getting hard, darling! Ooooooh, I hope it is!”

  “You want my cock, Mother?” he asked, his voice slightly gruff. “You want my cock?”

  “Oh, yes, baby!” she moaned. “I want your cock!”

  Davy pressed his palm hard into her pussy, and Molly almost came.

  “Fuck me, Davy!” she cried out. “Please, darling, fuck me!”

  Davy pulled his hands back, but Molly hissed. “Don’t take your shorts down! Fuck me with them on!”

  Feverishly, Davy yanked his cock from the crotch of his shorts. Molly leaned over, on the table, crushing her tits almost flat, arching her ass to him. She moaned hotly as his fingers pulled the wet crotch of her panties out of her cunt, stretching them to one side. Davy stared dawn at his mother’s creamy ass, seeing her hairy cuntlips, swelling in readiness for him.

  “Hurry!” she panted. “Hurry and fuck me, Davy!”

  Davy shoved his cock forward, and when his swollen cockhead touched the lips of her cunt. Molly’s eyes popped open, a gasp of eager anticipating bursting from her throat. Davy rubbed the head of his cock up and down the wet, fiery lips of his mother’s pussy for a moment, gazing at the contact.

  Then, with a lunge, he drove his cock hard into her cunt.

  “Ohhhhh, baby, yes!” Molly squealed, feeling her tits slid on the table from the force of his penetration. “Fuck me hard that way! Ohhhh, Lord, baby, fuck Mother!”

  Davy grasped his mother’s hips, gazing down at her ass, seeing the panties pulling to one side. One cheek of her ass was fully exposed, the other covered by the nylon panties. He felt the tight wetness of his mother’s cunt clutch his cock, and Molly felt the deep throbbing power of him.

  “Fuck it, darling!” she screeched, twisting her ass lewdly. “Fuck that cunt hard, baby! Oooooh, ram that cock to Mother’s hot cunt! Ooooh, give it to me as hard as you can!”

  Davy, gripping his mother’s twisting hips, began to beat his cock in and out, smacking against her ass cheeks. Molly gurgled, choking with the delight. There was something exciting about her son fucking her with his shorts on, her panties drawn to one side to give him access to her boiling cunt. She couldn’t feel his balls swing, but that was okay for the time being.

  “You’re hot and wet, Mother!” Davy groaned.

  “Hot for you, darling!” she responded in a thick voice. “Mother’s cunt is so hot for you, for your hard cock! Fuck me, darling! Ohhhh, Lord, fuck me good!”

  The rampage of her son’s cock sent every nerve of her body tingling. The way his cock throbbed inside her cunt made delicious waves of rapture burn through her. Although his cock was not big, it seemed to grow huge inside her pussy, stretching her cuntlips sweetly. Her long clit was just the right size to scrape and rub at the slippery shaft. She stretched her arms across the table, and gripped the edge. She closed her eyes to the ecstasy, moaning and sobbing as her ass danced wickedly for him. With each of his lunges, Molly strained her ass back against him, her cunt trying to suck his cock into her stomach.

  “Hurry, baby, hurry!” she screeched. “My cunt is on fire and you’re going to make me come! Fuck hard and fast! Beat my pussy, darling! Pound Mother’s cunt raw, fuck me raw!”

  Davy grunted and rammed his cock swiftly in and out. The wet sucking of his mother’s cunt caused his balls to draw up tightly.

  “I’m about to come, too, Mother!”

  “In me!” she screamed. “Oh, baby, come in me! Come in my cunt… fill Mother’s hungry cunt with sweet come juice!”

 
Davy gave a powerful thrust, and Molly screamed as she came. Her cunt rippled tightly about his cock, puffing hard, Davy grunted again, his cock gushing.

  “Give it all to me!” Molly groaned. “Ohhhh, Davy, I love it! I can feel you coming in my pussy! Squirt it all into my cunt!”

  Davy was stiff behind his mother’s shaking ass, his cock being drained into her greedy cunt. His eyes were unfocused but he gripped her hips with tight fingers.

  With a cry, Davy slumped across his mother’s back, his hands leaving her hips and shoving beneath her body. Molly, feeling weak, managed to lift her chest enough so her son could hold her tight tits.

  “Oh, Lord,” she moaned. “I can’t ever get enough of you, Davy. I don’t know what will happen with us, but I can’t stop fucking you, ever.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  That afternoon the wind came up, but it wasn’t bad.

  Molly had decided she would take her son shopping. She wanted to buy him new shorts, the brief hip-hugging type. There was no reason to drive, since they lived within walking distance of a small shopping center. With her son wearing his usual cut-off jeans, she dressed in a becoming summer frock, with two thin straps holding it up over her otherwise naked tits.

  Under the yellow dress, she wore a pair of frilly panties. The skirt swirled about her thighs and she wore leather sandals on her feet.

  The wind was not cool, but warm.

  The wind whipped her dress about her long thighs and shapely ass, outlining her body. Davy loved it, but Molly was slightly embarrassed, afraid her dress would fly up over her shoulders. Her panties concealed nothing, and if that happened, she would certainly provide onlookers with quite a show. The panties were two small triangles, with thin straps of elastic barely holding them on her hips. They felt nonexistent on her, which was exciting… if her dress didn’t blow up.

  Davy wanted to walk behind her so he could see the wind press her dress against her body, and Molly found that exciting, too. They walked slowly in the sunny day, her chestnut hair blowing about her face. When the wind pressed her dress against her legs and ass, her cunt would respond him with a delirious twitch. She looked over her shoulder at her son, her eyes moving to the front of his cutoffs. She grinned when she saw his cock pressing at his shorts. She gave a more pronounced twitch to her shapely ass for his pleasure.

  Then, just what she was afraid of happened. A quick gust of wind caught her skirt, and it billowed upward. With a squeal, Molly tried to fight it down, but her son behind her giggled. He had caught a glimpse of her upper thighs and a very quick peek at her tight panties before Molly got the skirt down again. Embarrassed, she looked around to see if anyone other than her son had noticed.

  What few people she saw were not paying any attention to her. She looked over her shoulder at her son again, and she saw the head of his cock barely peeking from the fringe of his cutoffs. With a sharp intake of breath, she shook her head at him, but Davy paid her no mind. His eyes were glued to her ass, framed in her yellow skirt.

  She paused, waiting for her son to catch up with her, to warn him about his cock. But Davy stopped, too. After looking around again. Molly started walking again. After her first embarrassment, she found she wanted her skirt to blow up again.

  Inside the small clothing store, she tried to keep her son close, hoping his hard-on would not be seen by anyone. Fortunately, there were not many shoppers, and she began to search through racks of shirts. She had no intention of purchasing a shirt, but another idea had come to her. Davy was close, and as they stood near a ring of shirts, she shoved her hand down and caught the head of his cock. She pulled his prick from the leg of his cutoffs, making Davy giggle wickedly. With a quick glance around, Molly ducked down and into the tightly packed new shirts.

  Davy stood pressed at the shirts, his cock boldly exposed. Squatting in her hidden position, Molly licked her lips, gazing at her son’s cock. The head was swollen, very smooth, and clear liquid beaded from his piss hole. She leaned forward through the shirts, kissing the head of his cock. She heard her son gasp, then his hips thrust forward. Trying to swallow a giggle, Molly ran the flat surface of her tongue about Davy’s prick, tasting him. Her cunt pulsated inside her skimpy panties, and she could resist sliding a hand under her yellow skirt. Rubbing at her pantied cunt, she closed her lips about the head of her son’s cock, her tongue licking. After she sucked him a moment, she pulled off and whispered.

  “You keep a look out, Davy. Let me know if a salesperson starts our way.”

  Davy didn’t answer by voice, but pressed his throbbing cock toward her face. Molly swallowed, hungry to have his cock inside her mouth. She licked her tongue across his piss hole, tasting the hot juice dripping there. With a very soft moan she could not suppress, Molly opened her mouth and gulped her son’s cock into it. She closed her lips tightly about his prick, swallowing it to her throat. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue pressing upward to shove Davy’s hard cock against the roof. Davy made a strangling sound, and she pulled from him.

  “Shhhhh!” she warned.

  And pulled his cock back into her mouth.

  With her hand under her skirt, her fingers rubbing at her pantied cunt, Molly started sucking her son off. She felt she had to suck him off quickly, or they might be caught. She bobbed her head back and forth, her wet, hot lips gliding smoothly. She kept her tongue in constant motion. The heat of her cunt increased, and she pressed hard at the crotch of her panties, smashing her long clit, stuffing the nylon into her juicy pussylips.

  She felt her son’s hand slip through the shirts and rest on top of her head. He started to move, to work his hips, and she was afraid he would be seen. She sucked as hard as she could, drawing tightly, desperate to have him coming off into her mouth before someone saw them. Molly fought the desire to whimper and moan with pleasure. She slipped her finger into the crotch of her panties, rubbing almost brutally at her burning cunt. She managed to stop her hungry moans, but there was nothing she could do about the wet sucking sounds she made. Her pussy was on fire, and reluctantly she removed her hand. She couldn’t make herself come, knowing she would scream with the convulsion, yet he couldn’t stop touching herself as she sucked greedily on her son’s cock. She caressed the creamy smoothness of her inner thighs, letting her cunt throb with wet heat, hoping she wouldn’t come.

  Davy’s cock throbbed hotly inside her mouth, and she felt him pressing down on her head. She knew he was struggling to be quiet, and that he was getting ready to come. With swift darts of her mouth, she fucked his cock as fast as she could. Sliding the tips of her fingers into his cutoffs, she fingered his balls, finding them hard and hot. His cock seemed to become larger between her lips, and her throat burned with anticipation. The hot gasp Davy made caused her to jerk. For a moment she thought he was letting her know someone was approaching, but then her mouth was suddenly filled with the thick, hot come juice. Gurgling softly, Molly began to swallow, her tongue tight on his cock. The fiery come juice gushed into her mouth, splashing the back of her throat. She choked once, then recovered and began to swallow with hunger, her tongue sliding about his spewing piss hole. Her cunt became tight, her pussylips sucking inward, her cunt feeling ready to burst.

  With a final squirt of come juice in her mouth, Molly pulled her lips from his cock, and quickly pressed her hand to her mouth, cutting off her soft squeal as her cunt contracted. The hand against her lips was the one she had used to feel her cunt, and the pussy juices seemed to sear them. To her surprise, she began to lick at her fingers as she squatted, hidden by the shirts, coming powerfully. Her body shook and she was in danger of falling, on her ass.

  It was a moment or so when she realized her son was no longer pressing his cock through the shirts. When she felt strong enough to crawl out, she stopped suddenly.

  There was a cock sliding through the shirts, and it wasn’t her son’s cock. This cock was long and thick and with a bulbous cockhead. Molly stared at it, suddenly afraid. The shirts parted a bit, and then sh
e saw the slacks, the fly gaping open, a pair of hairy balls exposed. She drew her head back as the cock seemed to be searching for her mouth. She was shaking with fear, yet unable to crawl away. If she did, she would be even.

  The cock jerked up and down only inches from her face, the cockhead huge and smooth, the piss hole wide open. The balls looked loaded, and she could see them writhe. A big hand moved through the shirts, and Molly felt it on her head. She started to jerk her head backward, but the hand pulled her face forward.

  Wondering why her son had not warned her, and where he had gone off to, Molly found herself in a position where she had to suck this strange cock or be found out. Maybe she would be found out anyway. Yet she didn’t have much choice. With her face flushed with embarrassment, she found the head of this big cock brushing back and forth on her lips, from one corner to the other. The dripping juices smeared her lips, making them slippery, and the big hand on her head was urging her to take the cock between her lips.

  As the head pressed against her lips, Molly found it impossible to resist. Impossible because the hand on her head was pulling her forward and the cock was moving between her lips. Her lips opened and the cock brushed her teeth. Silently sobbing, Molly found herself with a mouthful of strange cock. This one stretched her lips very wide, almost painfully so. It was so big she could hardly take it into her mouth. But the hand on her head kept puffing slowly. Her mouth filled, the hard cock crowding her tongue.

  She didn’t think she could take any more cock, it was so big.

  The swollen prickhead pressed at her throat, but that was as far as it could go. Still, half the unknown man’s cock was still out of her mouth. She had never seen such a huge cock before, and fearful that he would ram it down her throat and choke her, Molly began to suck as best she could. In that way, she thought, she could make this stranger come and she could find some way to get away. The faster she made him come, the better it would be.