Mike moaned.
Donna felt his cock jerking, and then felt the hot wetness as he came against her crotch, covering her shorts with come. Her hips jerked, and she whimpered, her cunt contracting with orgasm when she felt his come soak through her white shorts.
Both of them shook, and then it was over.
Mike’s eyes became shy and he started to climb from her.
“No,” Donna said quickly as he released her arms. She shoved her hands to his waist, holding him on top of her.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he groaned, embarrassed.
“Don’t say that!” she hissed, and wiggled her hips beneath him.
She moved her arms about his waist, caressing along his bare back. They kept looking into each other’s eyes, neither of them knowing what to say now. Donna felt his cock hardening again, and Mike shifted his eyes away, a flush on his face. Donna moved her hands down his back and paused at the waist of his cutoffs, then slipped them lower. She cupped his ass through the shorts, and made a subtle, but suggestive, movement with her hips. She felt his cock throbbing against her closed thighs.
When he looked down at her again, his eyes were glassy with desire.
Donna’s mind spun with perverse excitement. She pressed her hips up at his throbbing cock, then slipped her hand between their bodies. She brushed the back of her hand across the smooth head of her son’s cock as her fingers tugged at the tight crotch of her shorts. She felt the wetness of his comejuice there, and managed to pull her shorts just far enough away from her cunt.
Mike, without saying anything, but still gazing down into his mother’s eyes, lifted his hips slightly. Donna felt the head of her son’s cock rub lightly across the lips of her now-exposed cunt. A gasp bubbled from her throat, and she shifted her hips. The head of her son’s cock pushed at the entrance of her cunt.
Both were holding their breath now, staring with glazed eyes at each other. Donna still held her son’s ass in one hand, her fingers of the other holding the crotch of her shorts to one side. Mike slowly, very slowly, pushed his cock inward. Donna lifted her hips just as slowly, and Mike’s cock penetrated the fiery lips of her cunt.
Again Donna gasped, her eyes slitting but still staring up into his. She pulled down on his ass and lifted her own at the same time. She felt his cock move deeper, felt the hot throbbing of it. Mike pushed, and his cock slipped into her cunt.
Both froze.
Mike’s cock was all the way inside her wet pussy now, every hard inch of it. Donna’s body shook with ecstasy, and she pulled her hand from between their bodies and placed it back on his ass. She held her son’s ass with both hands tightly, and very slowly moved her hips.
Mike moaned.
Donna gave a soft cry of delight.
She moved first, lifting her hips and lowering them, sliding her cunt on his cock. Then Mike was moving, stabbing his cock into her cunt slowly. They kept staring at each other, both slightly startled at what they were doing, neither wanting to say anything right now.
Mike fucked his mother slowly, letting her set the pace.
Donna humped in almost slow motion, feeling her son’s cock sliding along the gripping, fiery lips of her cunt. She could feel her clit scrape at his hard cockshaft, and she breathed hotly. They moved in perfect unison, with Mike pushing his cock down as she lifted her crotch. The delicious filling of her cunt caused shivers to run up and down Donna’s flesh. She closed her thighs tightly again, feeling her son’s cock stabbing up and down. She moved her hips, holding his ass, her upper body still. Her eyes burned into his, and she ran her tongue over her lips as the sensation of ecstasy grew.
Donna’s hips speeded up, and Mike went along with her. He had his elbows against her shoulders, his hands in her hair. Donna clutched his bunching asscheeks tightly, arching her pussy upward to meet his cock. She spread her legs, and Mike shifted his between them. She scissored her satiny thighs along his, her hips twisting and grinding as his cock pumped into her cunt.
They breathed hard and fast, the rapture swelling in them both. She felt her son’s cock throbbing inside her cunt, and the hairy lips grabbed at it tightly, making Mike groan. She squirmed her cunt upward. Her eyes were dreamy, almost unseeing, and Mike kept looking down into them, his own burning as hot as his cock felt to her. As the ecstasy increased, so did their movements.
Mike began stabbing faster, and Donna strained up at him. Her cunt was stretching sweetly, taking her son’s cock greedily now. She churned her ass up and down, bouncing her asscheeks against the floor, then swinging her cunt up to smash onto his ramming cock.
“Ooooooh!” she moaned.
“Ahhhhh!” Mike gasped.
Thrashing now beneath her son, Donna clawed at his ass with strong fingers. She churned and humped her ass swiftly, making choking sounds in her throat. Her cunt seemed to expand, to swell, then become almost impossibly tight around her son’s thick cock. She was close to orgasm, and her cunt burned wetly. Mike was almost pulling his mother’s hair as he pounded his cock into her grinding cunt. Donna didn’t feel any pain, though. All her sensations were centered between her thighs, where his cock was plunging so deliciously. She arched her hips against him, crying out softly, her hands pulling at his ass, trying to sink his cock deeply into her fiery cunt. She was going to come, and it was going to be a hot, hard orgasm.
Mike was stabbing his cock almost frantically into her cunt now, smashing at her puffy, hairy cuntlips in a frenzy. Donna knew her son would come soon, and she wanted it. She rammed her cunt hard onto his cock, her cuntlips gripping tightly, a sob of mindless ecstasy boiling from her throat.
Her cunt contracted, and she strained, crying out, at his cock.
Mike couldn’t take the wet, hot tightness, the rippling waves of the velvety walls of his mother’s cunt. He cried out, too, a loud grunting sound, and pushed hard into her pussy.
Again Donna cried out, feeling the gushing wetness of his comejuice spattering into her cunt. Each powerful throb of his cock sent a spewing, creamy gush into her pussy, making her orgasms go on and on. Even when it was over, they kept straining at each other.
Donna felt his cock soften inside her cunt, and only then did her body relax. She slumped her ass to the floor, her hands sliding off his ass to lay at her shaking hips. She shuddered and pulled in air through flaring nostrils. Her legs relaxed, wide apart, and she felt her son pulling his cock from her cunt. As it left her pussy, she moaned softly.
Without looking at her, Mike stood and left, making sure his cock was concealed from her.
Donna lay on the floor, tears in her eyes. They were not tears of shame or guilt or embarrassment, they were tears of joy. Her orgasm had been very powerful, almost shattering her body. It had been so long since she had come that way, she had almost forgotten how good it could feel. She pulled the crotch of her shorts over her cunt, her hips jerking as her finger brushed her hairy cuntlips lightly. When she managed to stand, her legs were weak. She saw the coupons scattered all over the floor, some of them torn and wrinkled.
Her face glowed, slightly flushed with pleasure. There was a smile on her lovely face, and her eyes sparkled like they had not sparkled in three years.
She was troubled in one way, though.
She didn’t like Mike’s slipping away that way. She knew he was at least embarrassed about what happened between them. She didn’t want him to think it was his fault, take the blame for it.
She found Mike sitting on his bed, elbows on his knees and chin cupped in his hands.
“Mike,” she said softly as she sat down beside him, wrapping one arm about his shoulders. “It wasn’t your fault, honey. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. It just happened, Mike. Please, baby, don’t feel bad about it.”
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he said, not looking at her.
“Mike, I told you I didn’t want to hear you say that again,” she said, trying to sound firm, but failing. She felt him shaking and pulled him against her body, hugging him, resting his head on her
chest and running her hand through his hair. “You’re not sorry it happened. I know. I can tell. Besides, I’m not.”
She felt him take a deep breath.
“I’m not at all sorry,” she whispered softly, kissing the top of his head and caressing his shoulders.
“You’re not?” he asked, his voice muffled.
“No, honey.”
“I didn’t mean to… you know, let that happen, Mom.”
She hugged him, feeling his deep breathing. She considered a few moments, then said, her voice very soft: “I’m glad it happened, Mike.”
He didn’t answer her.
“It was good,” she went on. “It was very good and I needed it. I think you did, too.”
“It was my first time, Mom,” he confessed.
“I thought so,” she replied, pleased by his answer.
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen ever again,” Mike said.
“But, Mike,” Donna answered quickly. “I might want it to happen again.”
Mike lifted his head, looking at her. “You might?”
Donna nodded her head. “Listen, honey. I’m going to tell you something about me. Listen closely, because you might like what I say.”
Donna told him about her and the his father, of the fiery passions they shared, of almost becoming involved with others. Mike listened closely, his interest obvious in his young, burning eyes. She told of how their father had developed this dormant passion inside her, of the crazy positions they would get into. She spoke without hesitation, without shyness, but boldly and straightforward.
“And, Mike,” she concluded, “It was fun. I loved it, every minute of it. Your father used me, my body, the way he wanted, but I never once felt degraded nor humiliated. I loved it, Mike! Do you understand?”
“I think so, Mom,” he said, his voice thick.
“I want it to be that way again,” Donna said in a soft voice. “But your father is gone, and I don’t have anyone, and don’t want anyone, except my two boys.”
“You mean Ted and me… doing that with you, Mom?”
“I don’t know about your brother,” she said. “He’s kind of young, and I don’t know if Ted would even be interested.”
“But you want to do it with me?” he said. “Since it happened once, why not?”
“I don’t know, Mom.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked. “You don’t know if you want to, or you don’t know why not keep on with it?”
“Why not keep on,” he grinned now.
Donna’s face lit up and she hugged him tightly. She turned his face to hers, and kissed him, her lips hot and soft and writhing. She dipped the tip of her tongue against his lips, licking them, then turning him loose.
She stood up, her shoulders straight and pulled back, her tits straining at the thin T-shirt, nipples protruding. The front of her white shorts was wet with his first come.
With her eyes burning, she peeled her T-shirt from her body, tossing it to his bed. She stood with her hands on her hips, legs parted, her naked tits thrusting. Mike’s eyes glowed on them, a grin on his face. Donna shrugged her shoulders, making her tits wobble from side to side. They were full and firm, but not large. She felt good to expose herself to Mike, felt very good. She stepped closer to him, and lifted his hands, curling his fingers about her tits.
“Feel them, honey,” she whispered. “Feel my tits all you want.”
With hungry eyes, Mike caressed his mother’s tits, twisting and pulling at her nipples. Donna moaned softly in delight, watching his hands squeeze her tits. She rolled her hips as wetness seeped out of her cunt into the crotch of her shorts. She grasped her son’s wrist, and slipped his hands down her sides, over her hips and thighs, then pulled them around to her ass. She pulled her son’s face into her naked stomach, and Mike kissed at her belly button.
“Mmmmm, nice, baby,” she murmured.
She unzipped her shorts, and lowered them teasingly, watching her son’s face. Mike watched with hot eyes, his tongue licking at his lips as he swallowed, his excitement showing. She shoved her shorts down until the soft hair of her cunt showed, and paused.
“Like me?” she asked breathlessly.
“Oh, Mom! You’re beautiful!”
“Not yet, darling,” she said. “I’ll be beautiful for you in just a minute.”
She twisted her hips and pushed her shorts lower, the fan-shaped hair of her cunthair fully showing now. She slid her shorts to her knees, and caught them there. She ran her hand through the hair of her cunt and pulled up, the slit of her cunt showing, the tip of her clit protruding. She squeezed her fingers together, pressing the hairy lips of her cunt at her clit, then let her shorts slide to her feet. She stepped out of them, standing naked in front of her young son.
“Your turn, Mike,” she said softly.
He looked up, dazed.
“Ohhhhh, baby,” she purred, leaning down and kissing him. “Come on, honey, it’s your turn now.”
Without getting off his bed, Mike opened his pants, his fingers shaking with nervousness. His eyes gazed hotly right at his mother, seeing that triangle of soft hair, the pink slit of her cunt. Lifting his hips a little, he scooted his shorts down. Donna, her eyes steaming with passion, breathed deeply as his cock and balls were revealed.
“Ohhhhh, baby!” she purred hotly. “That’s lovely.”
Mike sat with his cutoffs at his knees, his cock standing up with hardness, his cockhead round and smooth. Donna saw the bead of juice gleaming on his pisshole, and ran her tongue over her lips. The small tuft of hair at the base of his cock appealed to her. His balls, she saw, were full and devoid of hair. His cock was surprisingly long and thick for his age. She felt her cunt start to throb, her clit tightening. Drawing back from him a few feet, she stood with her feet apart, her hands balled into fists at her hips, breathing deeply with anticipation. Juices from her hair-rimmed cunt seeped along her inner thighs.
Kicking his legs and feet, Mike let his cutoffs slide to the floor. He kept staring at her naked body, his eyes going from his mother’s exciting tits, with those stiff, dark pink nipples, down her flat stomach and fixing upon her hairy cunt. Donna understood her oldest son’s excitement at seeing her naked. She saw it the way his cock jerked back and forth, his balls writhing. His bare chest heaved up and down as he panted, his expression eager.
Donna’s hips twisted sensuously as she uncurled her fists and caressed her hands up to her tits. She cupped her tits, her fingers squeezing, her nipples protruding from them. She gave a hot little gasp of pleasure. She thrust her hips forward so her son could get a good, long look at her swollen cunt.
“Now I’m beautiful for you,” she said, her voice a breathless whisper. “And you’re beautiful for me.”
“Mom, you’re so… so…” Mike swallowed, not knowing what to say.
“Naked and beautiful?” she asked softly, one hand going down, her fingers toying with the soft hair of her cunt.
“Yeah,” he grunted, nodding his head.
“You have a beautiful cock, Mike,” Donna purred.
Mike’s head jerked upward, making Donna giggle.
“It is a cock, isn’t it, baby?” she mewled, her eyes dancing with passion. “That’s what your father called it — cock. I like that name. Cock. It sounds so… so masculine and exciting. Cock… cock… cock…”
Mike was grinning, half shyly, his eyes back on his mother’s pussy. Donna ran her fingers through the mass of soft hair and slipped two fingers along her throbbing clit, exposing it to her son’s eyes.
“And this is pussy, baby,” she whispered. “This is real pussy.”
“I… know,” he said, choking. “I know what it is, Mom.”
“You do?” she asked with a little gurgle. “Then you know it has to be a hot pussy. I mean, you fucked it just a little while ago on the floor, didn’t you? Was it hot then? Was it a hot, wet pussy, darling?”
“Oh, Mom!” he moaned, grabbing his cock tightly. “
Yes, it was!”
“This hot pussy is going to fuck your hard cock, again,” she gasped throatily. “Mother has to take care of that hard cock. We can’t have it so hard, can we? It might start to hurt and then I’d feel bad.”
She moved toward her son slowly, swaying her hips. Placing her hands on his shoulders gently, she urged her son onto his back. Mike lay back willingly, his cock straining straight up.
“Hey, where is everybody?”
Ted slammed the front door as he came into the house.
CHAPTER THREE
“Shit!” Donna complained.
Mike jerked up, reaching for his cutoffs. But Donna stopped him. She rushed to the bedroom door and closed it, putting a chair against it to prevent her youngest son from barging in. She listened with her ear against the door. Mike was showing fear, but not so much that he stopped looking at his mother. As she stood at the door, he gazed at her long, slender legs and satiny thighs, the curve of her rounded, tight ass, the side view of one tit.
“It’s okay,” she said softly. “Ted is making noise in the kitchen.”
She turned back to Mike. “You know your brother, when he’s hungry he’ll be in there eating for an hour. That’s plenty of time.”
She returned to Mike, and pushed him back on the bed again. She climbed onto the bed, above her oldest son, her knees brushing along his thighs. Her tits dangled at his face as Donna positioned her naked body above him, on her hands and knees.
With a soft giggle, she swung her tits across Mike’s face.
“Suck them, honey,” she urged. “Suck on my tits!”
Mike, his cock driving him, opened his mouth as his mother pushed one of her stiff nipples into his mouth. When he closed his mouth on her tit, sucking it. Donna purred, her eyes closing with pleasure. She lowered her tit until it smashed at her son’s face. Mike’s body trembled, and he placed a hand on her hip, tentatively. Donna lifted her hand and moved his palm about her hip, down her thigh, then brought it up onto her naked ass. She pressed his hand there, making his fingers curl into her flesh.
Kathy Andrews Collection Page 676