Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  “Nice, huh, Mother?” Tony said, his cock dangling under his short toga.

  “Very nice, baby,” she replied, sitting on the blanket and leaning back, her arms behind her.

  The sun burned down on her body, and she pulled her toga top away from one tit, lifting the hem. She loved the heat of the sun on her body, her naked body. She opened her legs, and Tony sat at her feet, gazing at her cunt.

  “Be nicer if there were people around, dressed like us,” Tony said. “Then we could really pretend we were in some Roman spa.”

  Judy drank a soft drink, from the can, then stuffed it into a sack they had brought along for trash, she felt the urge to pee. She looked around for some bush to hide behind.

  “You gotta pee, don’t you?” Tony said.

  “How did you know?”

  “I can tell,” he said.

  “There’s no bush close by,” she replied. “I have to walk way over there.”

  “Why? You and I are the only ones here, Mother. Pee right here.”

  “In front of you?” she asked, eyes widening. “Why not? We’ve done everything else, haven’t we?”

  “I’d be embarrassed,” Judy answered. “I doubt it,” Tony said. “Go on, give it a try.”

  Judy gazed at him. “You want to watch, don’t you?”

  He nodded.

  “Well…”

  She stood, feeling her face warming. She stepped off the blanket a few feet, and facing heir son, she squatted, making sure her toga was at her waist and out of the way.

  “Open your knees,” Tony said. “Don’t keep them closed, Mother.”

  Judy spread her knees.

  Tony’s eyes were fixed upon her hairy cunt, seeing her pink pussylips and the spreading of her asscheeks.

  Judy gazed into her son’s face, watching his excitement. It did embarrass her to pee in front of him, but it also felt exciting.

  “Go on and pee,” Tony urged.

  The hot stream of piss gushed out of her cunt, making a hissing sound as it bubbled into the grass. Tony’s eyes grew hotter as he watched, fixed on his mother’s cunt. Judy flushed, holding her knees wide as she pissed.

  After she finished, she sat back on the blanket and closed her legs. She noticed her son seemed amused and pleased at her embarrassment.

  They ate a sandwich, and she wondered why her son wasn’t trying to fuck her by this time. She was more than ready, but she was becoming used to waiting on his desires.

  “Mother,” he said after a long silence, “you’ve been really good with me. Making these togas and letting me do things I read about in my books. I sure wish I could help you with some of your fantasies.”

  “I want to please you, Tony,” she answered in a low voice. “You’re most important to me, and I’ll always try to make it exciting for you.”

  “I liked watching you piss,” he said, suddenly.

  “It embarrassed me,” she replied. “But if you like it…”

  “I wanna watch every time you take a piss.”

  “Okay,” she replied, her voice soft.

  After more silence, Tony stood up. “Now you can watch me piss,” he said, stepping over the edge of the blanket. “But I wanna piss on your cunt.”

  “Tony!” she gasped.

  “That’s where I wanna piss, right on your cunt, Mother.”

  He waggled his cock at her.

  “But that’s…”

  “You’ll like it, I bet,” he said. “Come on, so we don’t get the blanket wet.”

  Judy hesitated, eyeing his cock. She trembled, almost feeling him pissing on her pussy already. She gazed up at his face, wondering what was going on behind his bright eyes.

  But passively, she moved off the blanket. Obeying him seemed as exciting as fucking or sucking him. She felt her cunt throbbing as she adjusted her body for him, spreading her legs wide. She sat on the grass, then leaned back on her arms, looking up at his face.

  Tony leaned over and fixed her toga at her waist. He stood up, between her feet, holding his cock.

  Judy stared at his prick, breathless, for the first time feeling as if her son was about to humiliate her. Yet she wanted him to. Anything for her son.

  “Mother, after I piss on your cunt, I want you to suck my cock,” he said.

  “But, Tony… you’ll taste like piss!” she complained.

  “That’s okay,” he said, as if his mind was already made up.

  “If that’s what you want,” she said in a very soft voice, “I’ll do it.”

  Tony aimed his cock, and a hot gush of piss spurted from it. It splashed on her thigh, and Judy gasped, her eyes following the golden stream. Tony swung his cock and the hot piss soaked into her cunt hair. She felt it run along the slit of her cunt, on her clit. She moaned, feeling her pussy clench. Her eyes slitted, and she couldn’t believe what she was feeling.

  Judy lifted her ass.

  “Ohhhh, I didn’t know it would feel this good!” she whispered.

  Tony bent his knees, then pissed on the pink lips of his mother’s cunt.

  Judy’s body shook with feverish excitement, and she moaned softly.

  “Ohhhh, it feels like I might come, Tony!” she gasped.

  Tony laughed, spraying his mother’s cunt with hot piss.

  Judy writhed her ass, staring down between her legs, watching the dark hair of her cunt become drenched in her son’s piss. Her cunt pulsated with a wild heat, and she wondered what it would feel like if he pissed inside it, on her asshole, her tits… in her face!

  She knew, at that moment, if her son lifted his cock and pissed on her face, she would accept it, wash her face in his hot piss, taste it on her tongue.

  She squealed and shot a hand to her cunt, feeling him piss over the back of it as she began to work her fingers at her clit with furious rubbings.

  “Ohhhh, baby, I think I’m going to come!” Tony grunted, his eyes shining as he grinned down at her.

  Using two fingers, Judy parted the lips of her cunt, and she felt her son piss against them. With a drawnout moan, she began to shake, her cunt going through the most powerful, sweetest contractions of orgasm yet.

  Tony finished pissing as his mother kept coming. He stood watching her, grinning with pleasure.

  Judy spread her legs as wide as she could, ramming four fingers up her cunt in a frenzy, keeping her orgasm going.

  Slowly, she calmed down, her eyes sparkling. There was a flush on her lovely face.

  “See, it wasn’t embarrassing at all, was it?” Tony said. “In fact, you went for it, didn’t you, Mother?”

  “Baby, what are you doing to me?” she asked, but she was giggling happily. “You’re turning me into… well, I don’t know what, but I think I like it.”

  “Now you get to suck my cock,” he said.

  “Oh, yes!”

  Tony lay back on the blanket, and Judy scooted up from his feet to his cock. She licked it, tasting a bead of piss on his tiny piss hole. She sucked it up, her eyes smoldering with heat.

  “Pull your toga to your waist, Mother,” he said. “I want your ass naked and in the air.”

  “But you can see through it anyway.”

  “Come on,” he insisted.

  Judy pulled her toga to her waist. She was naked front there down. She leaned over his cock, taking it into her mouth and waving her ass lewdly for him. The hot sun burned down on her naked flesh.

  The taste of his piss on his cock excited her in a way she had not suspected. She sucked hard on his prick, feeling it swell into hardness in her mouth. When his cock was up and throbbing, she lifted her lips and kissed his pisshole, caressing it with her cheek.

  “Want to fuck me in the ass awhile?” she asked.

  “Later, Mother,” he said. “Right now I want you to suck me.”

  “But then you’ll fuck me in the ass?”

  “Okay,” he agreed.

  Judy bobbed her mouth up and down, wondering what happened, why she was almost begging her son to fuck her in th
e ass. Only a few days ago she had never felt a cock in her ass, or even in her mouth, and now she was almost pleading with her son to do those things with her. She felt slightly ashamed, but she wanted him to piss inside her cunt, even inside her asshole. But most of all, she wanted to take his piss in her mouth, to drink it from his wonderful cock, drink it down the way she did his comejuice.

  Tony placed his hands on his mother’s cheeks, working his cock up and down as she sucked. Her eyes flashed gaily at him, sparkling, her delight at sucking his cock shining in them.

  She murmured and twisted her mouth in circles on his prick, his cockhead brushing her throat. She wiggled her uplifted ass to the sun, feeling it on her cunt and puckered asshole. His cock seemed very hard and thick and long in her mouth, bigger than ever before.

  “Suck it, Mother!” Tony urged, his voice loud. “Suck my cock! Suck me off. Make me come in your cocksucking mouth! Make me come in your mouth and I’ll fuck you in the ass!”

  Judy jerked her mouth off his cock.

  “Oh, baby, please!” she cried hotly.

  “Fuck your cunt and asshole and mouth and tits!” Tony said loudly.

  “Yes, Tony, yes!”

  She gobbled his cock hungrily, feeling fuck juices seeping out of her bubbling cunt, running along her thighs. She made hot, wet hungry sounds as her mouth moved up and down his cock.

  “I’m about to come, Mother!”

  “Mmmmm!” she wailed.

  “Take it! Take my comejuice!”

  Judy sobbed as her son’s cock gushed, sending his boiling comejuice down her throat.

  She was still swallowing when she sensed something was different.

  Lifting her mouth, she saw her son grinning. She turned her head.

  “Tony!” she screamed.

  Behind her stood two guys. They had been staring at her naked ass and cunt, their pants at their feet, cocks straining out in hardness.

  “Now I can make some of your fantasies come true, Mother,” Tony said. “We’re gonna gangfuck you, and you can take all three us at the same time.”

  Judy, shaking with embarrassment, glanced at her son, seeing his eyes shine. Without saying a word, but with her face on fire from embarrassment, she spread out on the blanket and allowed her son to tear her toga from her body.

  “Come on, guys,” Tony said. “Let’s fuck the piss out of my mother!”

  Judy spread her legs wide, knowing her son had control more than ever now, and she began to tremble, but with eagerness.

  THE END

  CB-4546 COMING ON MOM

  FOREWORD

  A healthy family unit is the basis of the American way of life. Years ago, a person’s extended family played a big part in his life. Uncles, aunts, and grandparents often lived in the home and took on an advisory or supportive role. We seem to be moving away from this type of situation today.

  It is rare to see family members help each other anymore. Jealousy and competition among brothers and sisters are common today. Rather than having loving relationships, family members often develop animosity toward other family members.

  The Newman family is one of those rare families who are willing to help each other out.

  COMING ON MOM reveals how one family remains close-knit and the experiences they have.

  The Publisher

  CHAPTER ONE

  Susan Newman could hardly believe it, but she was sure Steve was jacking off.

  They were sitting in the dark theater, watching a musical, with some very lovely girls prancing and dancing about in very skimpy costumes. Apparently, the costumes exposed enough of the girls’ bodies to excite her son. She had to admit there was a lot of flesh to see, but certainly not enough to excite a teen into jacking off inside a movie theater.

  He had his jacket over his lap, but she could see in the dim light the way it moved, and she could feel his elbow next to hers each time his fist pumped. She wasn’t surprised that he jacked off, just that he was doing it in the theater.

  Seeing that creamy juice spurting from their cocks had excited her very much, made her wish her cunt would do that.

  It was in the bath when she discovered something else that excited her… something she had never told anyone to this day.

  It had been accidental, because she had been so and because she still wasn’t sure of her feelings, only that she liked them. At times, when she had to piss, it felt as if she was about to come, and vice versa. She had been feeling her cunt. She had shoved her feet up the slippery wall, then pulled her knees down toward her face. In that position, she had played with her cunt, working her fingers into it, rubbing her clit. The sensation spew from her body, and she whipped herself almost into a frenzy of ecstasy.

  She thought she was about to come, but, instead, she pissed on herself.

  At first she was surprised to see the golden piss spew out of her cunt, then ram back down, running over her stomach and to her tits. It was warm and felt good, and the idea of pissing this way did make her come, and she found that she could piss even as the contractions of orgasm tightened her pussy, making the hot piss squirt and stop, squirt and stop.

  She pissed on herself often after that, always with her cunt high in the air, legs wide apart, sometimes with her feet straight in the air, and sometimes with her knees drawn toward her face. She experimented and learned that she had depths of passion that surprised, yet delighted, her.

  Now, Susan felt her son should be able to jack off if he felt like it. She knew that no matter what she had said about it, he would jack off, and keep jacking off… until he found a place to put his cock instead of his fist.

  But she was surprised that he would jack off in the theater, under his jacket, with her sitting at his side. She could understand the effect of the skimpily clad girls in the movie on his impressionable mind, although she knew there were better movies to give a guy a hard-on.

  As she tried to turn her attention back to the film, Susan found her cunt becoming hot and wet. If she had worn a dress, she would have placed her jacket over her lap, pull the skirt up and played with her cunt. But she was wearing pants, skin-tight designer jeans. There was no way she could get to her cunt. She could unzip the fly, but the jeans would still be too tight to get her hand on her pussy. Still, she draped her light sweater across her lap and pushed her palm into her crotch, pressing against her cunt. She could feel the heat of her pussy through the jeans, and soon she even felt a moisture coming through them.

  This is silly, she told herself. Sitting in this theater, watching this stupid film, and Steve jacking off right there while I try to rub my cunt through my fucking jeans!

  She wondered what her son would do if she just sort of slipped her hand under his jacket and felt his cock. She glanced at his face, and in the dim light, she could see his desire, the hunger in his eyes as he watched the jiggling, prancing girls in the movie. She gazed at his jacket, watching it lift and fall as his fist moved on his cock. She listened to hit breathing, her left hand rubbing and pressing at the tight crotch of her jeans. The seam cut against her cunt slit and clit and she writhed her ass in the seat, her asscheeks clenching.

  She leaned forward and looked at her niece Judy, who sat on the other side of Steve. Judy was absorbed in the film, her eyes wide as she stuffed popcorn into her mouth. She apparently didn’t know that Steve was jacking off under his jacket. Susan wondered if her niece ever played with her cunt. She glanced at her niece’s knees. Judy wore a skin, and it came halfway up her slim thighs.

  Turning her attention back to her son, Susan watched his jacket move. She moaned softly as she pressed her palm harder into the crotch of her jeans, her tongue licking over her lips as arousal burned between her thighs. She wanted to sneak her hand under her son’s jacket, feel what he was doing, maybe close her hand over his and help him jack his hard cock off. But if she had done that, Steve might yelp, then piss in his pants with fear and surprise. But then, she thought with a smile, he couldn’t piss in his pants if his cock was
out of them.

  She was sure he had his cock out of his pants.

  She felt her tits swell inside her blouse, felt the lips of her fiery cunt turn puffy as her clit throbbed.

  I want to, she thought hotly. I want to see if his cock is out! I want to know!

  Being as careful as she could, Susan slipped her hand underneath her son’s jacket.

  Steve, feeling it, stopped moving his fist, darting a fearful glance at his mother in the dark theater. He started to shove his cock into his pants quickly, but Susan stopped him.

  “No,” she hissed softly with her lips against his ear.

  Steve froze, gripping his cock, afraid to look toward his mother now. Susan placed her hot palm on her son’s thigh, near his crotch, and left it there for a long moment. She felt him trembling, and she squeezed his thigh.

  Susan didn’t move her hand toward his cock, but left it where it was, squeezing his thigh often. At the same time, she kept rubbing her other palm up and down the steamy crotch of her designer jeans.

  After a moment longer, Steve began to work his fist on his cock again. He was jerking on it now very carefully.

  She heard his breathing speed up, and he was beginning to gasp. She almost giggled at his attempt to keep quiet.

  She knew she was going to grab his cock. She couldn’t stop herself.

  If Steve was shocked, or became afraid, there was nothing she could do about it — she had to feel his cock.

  Sliding her hand into her son’s lap, she heard him gasp. He trembled, but that was the only movement he made, his eyes frozen on the screen. She was sure he wasn’t seeing those jiggling girls now, though. The tips of her fingers touched naked cock flesh, and Susan’s breath taught. She was feeling her son’s cock with her fingertips! There was a lurching sensation between her legs as she had an orgasm. She pressed her palm hard against the crotch of her jeans as she came. The orgasm made the crotch of her tight jeans wetter and hotter.

  Very slowly, she exerted pressure against the base of her son’s cock with her fingertips. She heard her son gasp, but he sat as still as he could, not looking at her. Encouraged by his lack of movement, Susan ran her fingertips on the shift of his cock, finding his fist there. With only a little effort, she pushed his hand away, then closed her fist around his cock.