"My red-hot mom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Andrews Kathy)

CHAPTER ONE

"Cunt-face… cunt-face… cunt-face!"

"I'm gonna tell Mother," Sarah pouted. "You're gonna get it, Bobby!"

"Cunt-face…" Bobby said again.

"Sarah's a little cunt-face!"

Sarah ran into the house. "I'm gonna tell! I'm really gonna tell!"

Linda looked at her daughter as Sarah entered the living room. "What are you going to tell, honey? Is your brother teasing you again?"

Sarah frowned. "Mother, you gotta whip Bobby. You gotta beat him up for me."

"I do?" Linda smiled. "And why should I beat your brother up for you?"

"Because he's… he's calling me bad names again!"

"What kind of bad names this time?" Linda asked.

"I can't tell you," Sarah answered shyly.

"I see." Linda watched a blush creep over her daughter's exquisitely pretty face. "That bad, are they?"

Sarah nodded. "He calls me slut and other things. What's a slut, Mother?"

"Oh, it's just a name boys call bad girls. You know, girls that do things with boys they aren't supposed to."

"You mean like touch them, Mother? Why can't a girl touch a boy if he can touch her? It's not fair. I've never heard a boy called a slut for doing that."

What her daughter said made sense to Linda. If only their father were still alive, maybe none of this would be happening. Maybe Sarah and Bobby would be more affectionate toward each other instead of constantly fighting. Linda found it very hard to discipline either of them. Just the other day Bobby had brought a note home from school, telling her that he was yanking up girl's dresses in the school yard, trying to pull one little girl's panties down.

Linda had seen Bobby trying to peek at his sister, but she had considered it natural curiosity for his age. She watched Sarah squirm and blush. Maybe her son was a little too precocious for his age.

"Run along, honey," Linda said. "I'll have a talk with your brother."

Sarah scampered down the hall to her room. Linda got up and looked out into the back yard. Bobby was in the tree swing, slowly swinging back and forth, his chin cupped in his hands.

Linda left the house and walked up to him. "Something bothering you, Bobby?"

Bobby watched the gentle breeze play with his mother's skirt as it molded it to her long thighs. He thought his mother had the most beautiful legs in the world.

When he didn't reply, Linda squatted before him, not aware that her son could see the crotch of her panties.

Bobby stared long and hard, feeling his cock harden in his pants. He felt excitement rise in his young body. This was the best look he had ever had of his mother, and it made his balls feel very hot.

"Your sister tells me you're calling her names again," Linda said. She felt the breeze lift the back of her skin, and she smoothed it down over her ass. Then she noticed his gaze, and she realized he could look up her dress. With a flush, she stood up. "Bobby, that isn't nice, looking up dresses. Why do you do it, honey?"

Bobby lifted his head, his face flushed slightly, Linda felt his eyes burn on the thrust of her tits, and she felt a little feverish.

"You've been doing that a lot lately," Linda's voice suddenly sounded low and husky.

"And at school… jerking up dresses. Bobby, why? And why are you always calling your sister names?"

Bobby stood up.

Linda gasped.

Her son's cock was bulging inside his pants, very hard, outlined. Bobby made no effort to conceal it, but stood there proudly as she looked, feeling mesmerized. The gentle throb of her cunt surprised her, as did the sudden wetness against her pants.

"I see," Linda whispered. "Bobby, it's time you and I had a talk. Come with me, please."

Bobby followed his mother, his eyes gleaming as the breeze pressed her dress to her compact ass. His cock began to throb with greater hardness.

He followed her to his room, passing her as she held the door open. He sat on his bed while his mother closed the door.

Linda leaned against the door, not sure how to proceed, but knowing she had to say something. His cock was still very prominent in his pants, even though he was sitting down. She moved toward him, sitting on the bed at his side. Placing her hand on his thigh, she felt the heat of his flesh burn into her palm.

"Where do you hear those names that you call your sister? At school?"

Bobby nodded, very aware of her closeness.

"Do you know what they mean?"

"Some of them, Mom," he answered softly. "I know what slut means. That's what we call a girl at school because she does things. You know what things, Mom… in the restroom and under the bleachers."

"With you, too?" Linda asked, feeling a little jealousy well up inside her.

"Oh, no, not with me!" Bobby said quickly. "She's older, and all the bigger guys go with her."

"Bobby, that does not make her a slut," Linda said. "Some girls, well, they just need – even if they do things with boys, like you say, that doesn't make them bad, or sluts. They have needs, like you and Sarah and, yes, even me. Do you think I'm a slut, baby?"

"Not you, Mom! You're my mom!"

"And Sarah is your sister," Linda reminded him. "And I don't think Sarah is doing those things with boys, do you?"

"Sarah? No way, Mom!"

"Then she isn't a slut, is she?" Bobby blushed. "I guess not."

"What were you calling her today?"

"Aw, Mom, I can't say it to you."

"But you can say it to Sarah, is that it?"

Linda rubbed his thigh, feeling a strange excitement inside her body. She stared at his lap, seeing his cock, watching it move as hard throbs pulsed through it. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled his cheek to her chest, resting his head on the firm curve of her tit. Rubbing his back gently, she whispered into his ear. "You can say it to me, too. Anything you can say to your sister, you can say to me. I want to hear what you called her, Bobby."

Bobby began to shake. The nearness of his mother's tit against his mouth was so very exciting. He thought he could feel her nipple at the corner of her lips, and he wanted to turn just enough to put the tip of his tongue against it, but he was afraid of what she would do.

"Tell me…" Linda purred with her lips close to his ear.

"I called her a… a… cunt-face," he mumbled.

"A what?" Linda lifted her head, looking at him. "You called your sister a what?"

"I won't do it again, Mom!" he promised easing his lips toward her nipple.

"Bobby," Linda said, cupping his face. "Do you know what that is? That name you called Sarah?"

Bobby nodded, looking downward at his mother's nipple.

"Are you sure?" Linda asked.

"Well, kinda sure," he said. "No, I guess I really don't, Mom."

Linda felt him trembling, knowing what he was trying to see. Without thinking of what she was doing, she pulled him down and against her body, pressing his face between her tits. She heard him moan. Her hand moved along his arm to his thigh, then up his thigh. Her fingertips touched his cock.

She heard her son moan again, as she traced the outline of his cock.

"Bobby, I'm going to do something… something I shouldn't. But you must never say a word, not to your sister, not to anyone, do you understand?"

He nodded.

Breathing heavily, Linda began to rub his cock. She felt his prick throb with such hardness that it excited her, made her cunt pulsate wetly. She felt the swollen head of his cock, then she moved her palm up and down the hard shaft to his balls, then up again.

She felt as if she were on fire, as if her cunt was on fire, the wet flesh melting. She drew away from him, looked for a long time into his glassy eyes, her hand holding his cock.

"Bobby, honey… you want to look at girls – then look at me. Maybe then you'll…"

Linda couldn't say anymore. She couldn't explain to herself why she was doing this with her son. All she knew was that she was burning up. She trembled as she pulled her dress up her thighs, pausing for a moment before she lifted it to her waist.

Bobby's eyes grew big as he stared at his mother, seeing her bikini panties and the shadow of her pussy hair through the thin nylon.

Leaning back, she drew one knee onto his bed, trembling feverishly as her son stared at the stretching crotch of her panties. She felt as if she was about to come.

"You called your sister a cunt-face, Bobby. And you don't even know what that is. This is a cunt, Bobby!"

Linda ran a finger into the tight crotch of her panties and yanked it far to one side.

Bobby groaned loudly as he gazed at his mother's cunt. Her pussy was surrounded by soft, curly hair, the pink flesh looking so wet and hot. He swallowed nervously, grabbing his cock.

"Take your hands," Linda said, a little too harshly.

"But, Mom…"

"Look at it," she interjected. "You want to see a cunt? Then look at my cunt! But from now, you don't ever lift up a girl's dress at school. You don't call your sister names. Now, look at my cunt and have yourself a ball… but you're going to have to behave from now on. Am I making myself understood, Bobby?"

Showing her cunt to her son had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, and now she found herself ready to come with such force that it was almost frightening to her. She saw his cock lurching inside his pants.

"Bobby, it's okay," she said very tenderly. "I know it hurts. You can take it out. It will feel better if you do."

Bobby frantically clawed at his pants, releasing his cock. It lurched up from his open fly, and Linda gasped, staring hotly at his prick. She was surprised to see that his cock was so thick and long.

"Oh, my!" she cried softly.

She leaned back slightly, one knee up on his bed, her other foot on the floor, holding her legs wide apart for him. She felt her clit pulsate. The edge of one finger brushing against her cunt, and she felt wetter than ever in her life. She gazed at the head of her son's cock, watching beads of juice form on the tiny piss-hole. Her ass began to writhe. The urge to take her son's cock in her fist and jack him off swiftly was very strong.

Bobby stared hypnotically at his mother's cunt.

Linda watched his young body start to shake. He had a glazed look in his wide open eyes.

"Bobby… ohhhh, Bobby!" she moaned. "Ohhhhh, Bobby?"

Her ass jerked, lifting off the bed.

Linda gasped and whimpered, biting her lip. Her orgasm had been so unexpected, yet so powerful, she couldn't believe what was happening. Her cunt seemed to open and close as she came, her clit vibrating hotly. The contractions shook her from head to toe.

She calmed slowly, but the heat did not fade.

"What happened. Mom?" Bobby asked.

"Nothing," she sighed. "Yes, something did happen, but I can't tell you what it was, Bobby. Later… some day, you might understand."

She started to get off his bed, but Bobby's hand on her knee stopped her.

"No, not yet, Mom! Please, not yet!" Bobby ran his hand up her thigh, into her panties, leaning over to look closely at her pussy.

Linda sat there as he gazed, shaking once more, unable to move or to stop him.

She heard him breathe deeply, the back of his hand resting on her thigh near her cunt as he held her panties to one side. She began to moan softly.

"Mom, it's… you're beautiful, Mom."

"That's enough, Bobby," she replied weakly, trying to push his hand away. "Bobby, you've looked long enough."

"Mom, I gotta cum!"

The hot gush of his jizz flew from his pisshole, landing on her thigh, scalding her flesh.

She stared at his cock as he came, sending spurt after spurt of come juice on her thigh until it was drenched from crotch to knee.

Bobby grunted and gasped as he came. "Ohhhhh, Bobby!" Linda sobbed, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him against her tits again. "It must feel better now, baby!"

She felt her son's hot hand on her thigh, his fingers at the edge of her panties. His other hand was sliding up her dress toward her tits. She held her breath when he cupped her tit, squeezing it gently. Her nipples bulged inside her bra, and her tits felt so tight with swollen desire. She felt his fingers working slowly into her panties, and for a moment, she held him tightly against her body.

"No, Bobby! That's far enough. No more… you've had your fun."

"But I thought… Mom, I thought…"

"I-I know what you thought," she gasped. "Just remember, you promised me never to lift girls' dresses at school again, or call your sister those names."

"I won't ever again, Mom," he said sadly as she stood up and smoothed her skirt down. "But what am I gonna do now? I mean, when it happens again?"

"You mean…" She nodded toward his cock.

"It gets worse all the time, Mom!"

Linda gazed at his cock. His prick was still half hard, glistening wetly on the head with his come juice. She licked her lips, shivering, as she leaned over without even considering what she was doing.

Linda placed her lips on the shaft of her son's cock, kissing it tenderly. But the hot touch of his cock against her lips sent a wild shudder through her. She licked along the shaft of Bobby's cock to the head. She tasted his come juice.

Suddenly she jerked upright, blushing furiously.

Bobby looked up, at her, his expression showing surprise.

Linda felt giddy, then she began to giggle. "I don't know why I did that, honey. I just… that should not have happened. None of this should have happened."

She twirled and ran from his room. She flung herself onto her bed, face buried into her arms. She knew she should feel shame, or guilt, or something. But not this excitement, this feverish hunger…