Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  “I meet those standards?”

  “Absolutely!” he replied, feeling her foot rubbing his balls now.

  “That’s nice,” Donna purred, drawing her foot away and sliding it back into her sneaker. “I think it would be fun to sit in your face, except for this… problem I have.”

  Keith looked at her for a long time, his cock throbbing inside his cutoffs, his balls becoming achingly hard. “You seem to have a problem with this problem.”

  “I don’t, but you might,” she said, getting to her feet. “Tommy, we better start home now, honey!”

  Reluctantly, Tommy pulled his bike from the rack, waiting for his mother to get hers.

  Keith and Judy sat at the table, watching them.

  Donna swung her long leg over the bike, the crotch of her jogging shorts puffing to one side. She grinned at Keith, knowing he had gotten a quick glimpse of her cunt. She could feel Keith watching her as she and her son rode out of sight.

  Keith intrigued her very much. He was so outspoken, and she particularly liked the way his cock hardened against her foot. Even now, her clit protruded from the moist slit of her cunt like a tiny hard-on, rubbing at the saddle of her bike. She was slightly ahead of her son, and she used one hand to adjust the crotch of her shorts. But then, with a lewd giggle, she pulled the crotch to one side and let her naked clit rub at the leather saddle seat, her clit sliding against it.

  She was flushed with excitement, the rub on her cunt making her more excited. She pumped the pedals, shifting her cunt from side to side on the saddle, feeling an orgasm starting to swell. Her cunt tingled with a greater thrill than earlier, and she decided this was the only way to ride her bike.

  It took them half an hour to get home.

  She swung her leg off her bike as her son climbed from his. She started to turn away and enter the house when she stopped.

  Tommy was looking at the seat of her bike. Wetness glistened on it the juices of her cunt.

  A soft gasp came from her when she saw her son suddenly lean down and lick his tongue along the wetness…

  CHAPTER TWO

  Donna bathed, her mind still on what she had seen her son do licking her bicycle seat.

  Pulling the drain, letting the bath water run out, she turned and wrapped a towel about her damp head and pulled on a thin, cotton dress that she liked to wear at home.

  Tommy sat on the couch with the television flickering, still in his cutoffs and T-shirt. Rubbing her hair with the towel, Donna moved to the huge window. She stood with her feet slightly apart, the sun coming through the window and making her old dress look almost transparent.

  Behind her, Tommy was looking unashamedly at his mother’s body that was outlined in the thin dress. It wasn’t as if he had not seen her body before; he had seen most of her modeling pictures in the catalogues, even those where she wore skimpy panties and bras.

  She turned around, still in front of the window, wrapping the towel about her head. “Did you like those people, Tommy?”

  “They’re nice.”

  Donna then realized he could see through her thin dress. For a moment she was irritated, but then… Tommy had a hard-on! It was bulging inside his cutoffs, almost poking from the frayed edges. Her eyes fixed upon it, and she stood, trembling slightly, her long clit suddenly becoming very hard and her cunt instantly wet.

  Tommy could still see through his mother’s dress. He looked without shame, his cock visibly throbbing inside his shorts.

  Donna’s cunt vibrated as she imagined him leaning over her bike, his tongue lapping at the wetness of her cunt.

  “Tommy…” she whispered, her hands moving up and down her hips and legs, her dress sliding up past her knees, then down again.

  Tommy grinned at her. “Mom, you wanna sit in my face.”

  “Tommy!” she gasped.

  “Maybe you want me to smell your panties.”

  “Tommy, what in the world…”

  “We heard you and Keith Mom.” Tommy giggled naughtily. “And you know what Judy told me?”

  “I don’t think I want to hear this,” Donna said, her hips swaying gently.

  She was excited, becoming aroused. Her long clit ached with tightness, hardness, and she felt hot juices starting to slide along her inside thighs.

  Tommy stared openly at her body through the dress, making no attempt to hide his hard-on, which was ready to slip from the side of his shorts. He swung one leg off the couch, and Donna’s breath stopped when she saw the pink tip of her son’s cock.

  “Judy sits in her father’s face, Mom.”

  “No!” Donna whispered, her eyes glazed as the round, smooth head of Tommy’s cock that pushed outward, his pisshole wide and moist. “I don’t believe I want to hear.”

  “She said he likes it when she sits in his face, and he likes for her to wear dresses when they ride because he can see her panties and…” Tommy laughed, “Judy said she would sit in my face if I wanna.”

  Donna couldn’t hold it in. She giggled, one hand over her mouth, her eyes staring at the swollen head of his cock.

  “Look at you,” she said, pointing at his cock. “You’re showing, Tommy.”

  Tommy glanced down, then back up. “So what. You’re the only one that sees it, Mom.”

  A tremor swept through Donna. She remained at the window, staring at her son’s cock, and her fingers slowly bunched up her dress, lifting it higher. She stopped just before her cunt came into view, then she smoothed it down swiftly.

  Without saying anything more, she walked out of the living room to her bedroom. There, she chose a skimpy pair of lacy panties, blue with white trim, and slipped them on. She had to adjust the crotch as best she could because her cunt was sticking out so hard, rubbing at the soft nylon.

  Donna wasn’t at all surprised that her son had a hard-on from looking through her thin dress, although part of the reason had to be what Judy told him. With her dress smoothed over her hips and thighs, she returned to the living room.

  Tommy had lain back on the couch, his head propped on a comfortable throw pillow, watching television. She was disappointed that his cock wasn’t showing.

  She paced the room for a while, her mind spinning, erotic images whirling about in her brain. Her cunt throbbed and tingled sweetly, her tits felt swollen, nipples throbbing. What she had seen Keith do, the feel of his hard cock against her foot, their conversation, had Donna in a high state of excitement.

  She turned and faced her son. “Would it be our secret?”

  Tommy understood her immediately. “Yes, Mom.”

  Donna breathed heavily, her tits lifting and falling, nipples straining at the fabric, eyes hot.

  “With or without?”

  “With or without what, Mom?”

  “Panties,” she whispered. The cheeks of her tight ass bunched as a quiver swept through her cunt.

  “Panties?” Tommy asked.

  “What you said,” Donna replied, barely whispering now. “You know, sit in your face, Tommy.”

  “You will! You’ll do it, Mom!”

  Donna nodded, her hands clutching her trembling stomach. She knew she was taking a step from which there would be no return.

  “With or without my panties?”

  Tommy squirmed on the couch, and she saw his cock pushing at his shorts again. She stared, but the head of his prick didn’t come out. Her palms itched, and she licked her full lips nervously.

  He was looking at her with very hot eyes, almost glazed. His young body shook, and his hands were balled into fists at his sides. Donna drew her eyes back to his face, and they stared at each other.

  “What did I taste like?” she whispered. “My bike seat… what did it taste like, Tommy?”

  Tommy made a gurgling sound. “Wet. Very wet.”

  “Have you done that before… licked a girl’s bicycle seat?”

  Tommy shook his head. “I didn’t even think about it until I saw Judy’s father do it, Mom.”

  Donna’s cunt was on fir
e. She felt her pussy lips turn puffy, felt the slippery juices seep out.

  “You like the wetness?” she asked in a very low, whispery voice.

  Tommy nodded, his cock bulging more than ever inside, his cutoffs.

  “Well… with or without panties, honey?”

  “You really will, Mom?” Tommy asked, his eagerness showing in his voice. “You’ll sit on my face?”

  Again Donna nodded in agreement. “Do you have panties on, Mom?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, with panties… first,” Tommy said, starting to moan. He placed one hand over the bulge in his shorts.

  “No, don’t cover it up,” Donna said with a little whimper.

  He pulled his hand away, and she moved toward him. She stopped at the side of the couch, near his shoulder. With her eyes on his bulging cock, she lifted her dress up her thighs this time to her waist. Tommy made a low gurgling sound as he looked.

  “They’re wet,” Donna whispered. “My panties… they’re very wet now, Tommy. Are you sure?”

  “Mom, I wanna!”

  She spread her knees as her son gazed up at her crotch. Her panties were soaked, the front of them pushing outward by the thick mass of her pussy hair and puffy slit.

  Tommy pushed against one of her knees, and she began to shake as his hand came up her thigh. When his hand was halfway up her leg, his fingers felt feathery light on her satiny flesh. She gasped when her son’s fingers touched the wet crotch of her panties.

  “See,” she moaned softly. “I told you my panties were very wet.”

  Tommy’s face radiated excitement as he drew the tips of his fingers along his mother’s wet panties. “You didn’t pee in them, did you, Mom?”

  “Of course not. That’s just the way girls… the way I get, baby.”

  “Mom, sit in my face!” Tommy groaned in a husky voice. “I don’t care how wet your panties are… please, Mom, sit in my face!”

  “I will!” she cried out, lifting one foot over his head, balancing the other on the floor. “See how wet my panties are!”

  Tommy stared up at his mother’s crotch, her widespread thighs. He licked his lips, seeing dark curls creeping from the taut stretch of her panties. He pushed his palm against the back of her thigh, and Donna slowly lowered her cunt, holding her dress bunched at her waist. She held her head up, eyes closed, lips parted as she sobbed with the anticipation of feeling her son’s mouth on her cunt.

  When she had her cunt only inches from his face, Tommy couldn’t wait for her to lower it any more. He shoved his face into the wetness, twisting, smearing his cheeks, his nose, his chin, against her panties.

  Donna gasped with the contact, with the eagerness of his buried face at her cunt. Her hands jerked up to her tits, her skirt falling to cover her sop’s head as she began to twist her cunt at his face.

  “Oooooh, darling!” she gasped.

  Tommy spread his lips and closed them about the crotch of his mother’s panties, sucking and licking at them. His hand slid along her thigh until his palm cupped her ass. He pulled the wet nylon of his mother’s panties into his mouth, sucking them. His other hand jerked aside his shorts, letting his cock free. He grasped his cock tightly and began to pump it, jacking himself as he sucked the pussy juices from his mother’s panties.

  Donna twisted her hips, smashing her cunt down at his sucking mouth, squeezing her tits almost brutally, her nipples boring into her palms. She felt the hot breath of her son burn through her thin panties, and she squirmed harder against his mouth. She shoved one hand downward to the back of his head, her skirt over his face. She lifted his head as she pushed her fiery cunt as hard as she could at his mouth.

  Through her panties, Tommy had found his mother’s long throbbing clitoris, and he closed his lips around it, sucking hard, knowing that this was where most of his mother’s pleasure was located.

  “Ohhhh, Tommy, yes!” Donna squealed, grinding at his face as he sucked hard at her clit through her panties. “Ohhhh, baby, suck on that! Ahhh, that’s wonderful, Tommy! Suck on it as hard as you can!”

  She whipped her hips back and forth, feeling as if her son could pull her long clit deep into his mouth. The suction he was applying made her shake and cry out with ecstasy. She wanted to yank her panties to one side and stuff her clit into his mouth without anything between them, but already she was building to a powerful orgasm.

  Tommy was holding the check of her ass in his palm, his fingers squeezing at the tight skin. He sucked hard on his mother’s cunt, his fist gripping his cock and his hips lurching up to meet the down thrust of his fist. He was making wet sounds under her dress, his breathing coming hot and fast, searing past the thinness of her skimpy panties as if trying to set her pussy hair an fire by the sheer heat of it.

  “Ooooh, suck, suck, suck!” Donna cried. “Ohhhh, baby… Tommy, suck me right there! Ahhhh, yes, that’s so good! Tommy, oh, Tommy… suck me! Suck Mother… you’re about to make me… make me come!”

  She rammed her cunt down, grinding into his face as she lifted at the back of his head. She spread her legs wider apart for her son’s sucking mouth. She squealed when he sucked very hard on her long cunt.

  “Ohhh, I’m going to come, Tommy!” she cried out. “Make me come, baby! Ooooh, please, please, make Mother come!”

  Tommy pushed his mouth hard at her pantied cunt sucking on her throbbing clit, his tongue lashing at the tip through her panties, his fist clinging to his cock desperately, his balls feeling hot and tight. His face was smeared with his mother’s pussy juice until it was slippery, sliding against her thigh. He stopped jerking on his cock, but held it as tight as he could, the head bulging in roundness.

  “Tommy!” Donna shrieked, smashing her cunt very hard against his face.

  The rippling power of her orgasm sent steamy tremors up and down her flesh as she began beating her cunt up and down on his face, as if she were fucking him. Both hands now held the back of his head under her skirt, her cries of ecstasy loud.

  Tommy slurped her crotch frantically, realizing that his mother was enjoying it. His cock seemed to have a fire in it, and his balls seemed so full and hard. The head of his cock had a tickle as if he had to take a pee badly.

  He liked the way his mother was grinding her cunt against his face, her clit pushing at her panties and past his teeth. Hel liked the way her cunt tasted and throbbed inside his lips.

  “Oh, my God!” Donna gasped as her orgasm slowed, until there was only a wonderful pulsation left. “My God, that was strong!”

  She gently raised her cunt from her son’s face. She straddled him as she sat on his stomach. Her lovely face was glowing with gratification as she saw how smeared his young face was.

  Tommy felt his mother’s fiery cunt against his stomach, feeling hot through her panties and his T-shirt. He grinned at her, his eyes shining, and he ran his tongue over his bruised lips.

  “You taste good, Mom. I liked that! It was better than licking the seat of your bike.”

  “Oh, you!” She giggled, cupping his face in her hands, leaning down and kissing his pussywet lips, tasting her cunt as she ran her tongue around his mouth. “That will teach you to lick my bicycle seat.”

  “I’ll lick it again if it makes you sit in my face, Mom!” He laughed. “You can sit in my face anytime!”

  Donna gazed into his eyes, then smashed her mouth against his again, sucking at his lips and tongue. She writhed her hot cunt, and she felt his hard cock touch the cheeks of her ass.

  “You have a hard-on!”

  “Well, what did you expect, Mom,” he said. “I mean, you think you can sit in a guy’s face that way and he won’t get a hard-on?”

  “Do you like to get a hard-on, honey?” Tommy nodded, and she pushed her ass back, arching it up to slide the throbbing shaft of his cock up and down against the crotch of her cunt, feeling it through her panties. She mewled softly as she pressed her cunt at his cock, lifting her ass, then bringing it down again. Only this time the head of
his cock almost pushed her panties into her pussy, entering her.

  She jerked her ass up before it happened. She shoved her hand behind her and felt his cock, pressing it at her ass and cunt, her eyes starting to sparkle with renewed desire.

  CHAPTER THREE

  “You did promise this would be our secret, right?” she asked.

  Tommy nodded, looking up at her and feeling the wet heat of his mother’s cunt against the shaft of his cock, her hand holding it there.

  “You wouldn’t tell Judy, would you?”

  “Why should I tell her, Mom?” Tommy said. “I don’t even know her.”

  “But she told you she sits in her father’s face.”

  “I don’t believe her.”

  “I do,” Donna replied. “Why would he be licking her bicycle seat if she wasn’t, or wear dresses so she can show off her pretty panties? Yes, I think Keith is licking his daughter, Tommy.”

  “Like I licked you, Mom?”

  She nodded, eyes shimmering with the heat in her body. She pressed her son’s cock against her cunt again, and her pussy responded with a twitch.

  “Mom,” Tommy said. “Now… without panties.”

  Donna gurgled: “You want to do it again without my panties on this time.”

  He grinned.

  “You’re a horny guy, aren’t you?” She giggled. “Get a taste of a girl’s… a girl’s pussy and you can’t get enough, huh?”

  “Yeah, Mom!” He giggled. “I like pussy… your pussy!”

  “Tommy, have you ever seen a girl’s pussy?”

  “Only pictures, Mom, not a real girl.” Donna bit her bottom lip. “Maybe, after you see my pussy, you won’t like it. Why don’t you just suck it through my panties again?”

  “Come on, Mom!” he pleaded. “Why not let me see it?”

  She felt his cock throbbing so hard against her crotch. She looked down at his face for a long time. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to continue this, not with her son. It wasn’t that she felt any guilt about it, only that she didn’t want him to be repulsed by her extra-long clit. That would devastate her if her son turned away.