Kathy Andrews
Suck-loving mother

CHAPTER ONE

"Mom, you gotta wash my back!" Debra knew her son would call her. But she stayed where she was, trying to calm her breathing. She didn't want to wash Jerry's back. Rather, she did, but she was afraid to. She had been washing his back for as long as she could remember, and she had always enjoyed it. But the past few times, Jerry had a hard-on. Washing her son's back was no longer a mother with her son in a shower, not for Debra. Jerry was older now, and his cock would become hard as she scrubbed his back. Jerry had tried to keep his hard-on hidden from her, but she always seemed to see his swollen cock-head.

The first time, she had decided it had been purely accidental. Boys often got a hard-on, especially if someone was in the shower touching them. But now Debra knew it was no accident. Jerry had a hard-on every time she washed his back the past few days. She wasn't sure he tried hard enough to hide his hard cock from her, either.

"Mom, are you gonna come and wash my back?"

"In a minute, honey," she called, just loud enough for her voice to carry over the sound of the shower.

Debra folded her hands and pressed them against her lower stomach. If she refused, Jerry would think something was wrong, and if she did wash his back, then she couldn't trust herself. She just knew if her son kept having a hard-on all the time, she would grab his cock, feel it, play with it… jack him.

Tremors rippled abut her as she sat in confusion. If only his cock had not become hard, she told herself. If only she could keep washing his back as before. If only her inner hunger would not torment her. If only…

"Mom, come out."

Debra shivered, hugging herself. Jerry had a hard-on right now, she told herself. His cock was hard and long and sticking out and his cockhead was round and smooth and his balls were so full and young. Her hands itched and she felt her cunt pulsate.

"Damn, damn, damn!" she whispered, and realized she was no longer hugging herself, but was cupping her tits. As if her hands had been burned, she jerked them away.

When she stood, her legs felt rubbery. The crotch of her panties felt uncomfortable. She took a step toward the hallway, then stopped, trembling. Her cunt had clenched inward, and her clit pushed at the soft nylon of her panties. Debra gasped softly, then held her breath.

That had never happened before.

Debra almost had an orgasm.

She clenched her fists, pulled in a deep breath, and walked determinedly toward the hall bathroom. Fighting against her rising desire, she entered the bathroom and walked to the shower doors.

"Okay," she said, trying to keep the strain out of her voice, opening the shower doors.

She came face to face with her son's cock. Jerry was facing her, and his cock swelled out in hardness, angled at an upward tilt. Debra's eyes immediately became glassy as she stared down at his prick. Her legs shook, her cunt tightened. It seemed to her that Jerry took a very long time before he turned his back to her.

With a shaking hand, she took the bar of soap and began lathering his shoulders. But her eyes didn't follow her hands. Her burning eyes were looking at his young ass. She stared at his tight ass-cheeks, the crack between them, her hands working the lather about his shoulder blades. She saw her son clench his ass, then loosen his ass-cheeks. She swallowed a soft moan. Her knees were getting weak.

Working her hands down his back, she carefully kept them above his waist, but her gaze devoured his ass. Jerry had the most beautiful ass she had ever seen on a boy, or man. Seeing his ass like that naked, his ass-cheeks clenching almost overcame her struggling fight against desire. Her hands trembled as she washed his back, and she couldn't stop staring at his ass.

Her hand moved lower, and she watched it with stricken eyes, trying to force her hand back up, but her hand refused the frantic demands of her mind. She watched her hand move downward, slowly, then it moved over one cheek of his ass, a slow, light, caressing movement.

"That's not my back, Mom." Jerry giggled.

But he didn't move.

And Debra didn't move.

She palmed the cheek of her son's ass, and gave it a squeeze. Then, very quickly, her hand obeyed her mind, and she began to scrub at his back harshly.

"You're getting big," she said lightly. "You're getting to be a man, Jerry."

"I'm growing up, Mom."

"You sure are," Debra replied, her voice hoarse. She scrubbed up and down his back, and her eyes kept drifting to his ass. Then, before she could stop her hands, she cupped his ass and squeezed with both her palms.

"Ahhh!" Jerry moaned as his ass-cheeks clenched in her palms.

Debra was holding her breath, watching her hands squeeze and fondle her son's ass. His ass felt good in her hands, the tightness, the youth. Her cunt bubbled inside her panties, and the crotch was drenched. She listened to her son make soft sounds of pleasure as her hands caressed his ass, the backs of his thighs, then back to his ass again. Her tits felt as if they were about to burst from her bra, and her cunt was on fire and melting. She felt as if she were about to cum.

A low moan escaped her dry mouth, and she cupped Jerry's ass tightly, her fingers digging at his flesh.

"Ohhh, Mom!" he moaned, and his ass arched back.

He was standing just outside the spray of the shower, and his back ran with lather. Her hands were very soapy, sliding about the cheeks of his ass, her fingers dragging along his ass-crack. She almost felt his balls as her fingertip dipped between his thighs, but she jerked her finger away swiftly. She felt his body shake.

"Be still," she said, her voice a thick whisper. "I can't wash your back if you wiggle around so much."

But it wasn't his back she was washing. She ran her hands about his ass, feeling, her eyes blazing. Her knees were weak, and they buckled. She had to kneel, on the floor outside the shower stall, and her ass swayed gently with bubbling desire. She ran her hands over every inch of her son's ass, slowly, caressingly, suggestively.

Then Jerry turned around.

"Jerry!" she gasped, seeing his cock throb before her face.

Jerry giggled wickedly. "You gotta wash that, too, Mom!"

"Jerry, I…" Debra paused, unable to speak, staring at her son's cock.

Desire flooded her, making her mind numbs to all thoughts everything except her son's cock straining toward her. His cock lifted high, aiming toward a place just above her head. She saw that his piss-hole was dripping, but wasn't sure if that was from the shower or not. There was a small tuft of hair at the upper base of his cock, and his balls, dangling beneath, were hairless.

Her hand moved, then her fingers wrapped about his cock. She held her breath, feeling the hard throb of his prick, the heat of his cock shaft burn her palm. She squeezed Jerry's cock, causing his smooth, satiny cock-head to bulge out toward, her.

"Jerry," she whispered.

"Wash it, Mom!" he pleaded, arching his hips forward. "You gotta wash that, too!"

"Oh, God!" Debra whispered, her fist moving.

She jerked her hand back and forth on his cock, knowing she couldn't stop, unable to turn the fiery hungers off now. She watched her hand move, her eyes bright in passion. She saw his balls jiggle as her fist pumped. She began to pound her son's cock with swift, short strokes. She was jacking him off, and she couldn't stop, and she didn't want to stop. She pumped vigorously, her soapy fist sliding easily. She made soft, hissing sounds, her lips parted.

Jerry pushed his hips forward, whimpering as he, too, watched her hand. Debra's other hand was digging at his thigh, her cunt swelling inside the wet crotch of her panties. Her eyes became smoky with desire as she worked her fist back and forth, slowly, then swiftly, watching his piss-hole open, the lather creating an erotic aspect to it.

Debra pounded faster on her son's cock, her fist flying back and forth. The hard feel of his prick in her hand was good, her flesh tingling. She knew she was going to make him cum. It was too late to stop now, she felt.

"Oohhh, Mom! That's good, Mom!"

"Jerry, baby." His gush of cum juice startled her.

She saw his cock squirt, and before she could react, cum spattered the front of her dress. Her fist halted in surprise, but then she began to pump as fast as she could, watching the thick, creamy juice gush from his cock and over the front of her dress. Jerry gasped and shuddered, spurting powerfully and rapidly.

She clung to his cock, feeling it deflate in her fist. She felt a little ashamed of what she had done, but not so much to stop the deep, searing pulsations of her cunt. As his cock softened in her hand, she pulled, watching a final drop of cum-juice drip from his cock-head. She slipped her fist off and over his cock-head, feeling the juice with her palm. Debra didn't think she could stand up, she felt so weak, and her cunt seemed ready to explode with an orgasm.

"That was good, Mom," Jerry said. "I needed that."

Debra lifted her eyes to see his face. Jerry was grinning at her, not in the least ashamed.

"It was… it was wicked of me," she finally said softly. "That wasn't supposed to have happened, honey."

"I wanted you to do it," he said, standing under the spray of the shower.

Debra remained on her knees, watching the lather wash away. She stared at his cock and balls. It appeared as if he were pissing in the shower, but it was only the water streaming down his body, she was sure.

She managed to stand, and her legs trembled. She gazed at her son a moment, then turned and left him. She clamped her hands together, her mind whirling with what she had done. She entered her room, feeling anxiety like never before. She closed her door quietly, and stood near her bed, her head bowed, eyes closed. She kept seeing her son's cock, kept feeling his prick in her fist, squirting cum-juice over the front of her dress.

She looked down and saw the wet place on her dress, the glistening juice of her son's balls. She carefully removed her dress, and stood in bra and panties. His cum-juice had seeped through her dress and her bra was moist, so she removed that, too. Since her panties were drenched with her own juices, she stepped out of them.

And still she stood near her bed. She was only vaguely aware of her hands running over her body, stroking her full, straining tits, touching her tingling nipples, sliding over her hips and to the shapely swell of her creamy ass, then around in front and through the soft curls of her cunt. She shuddered when the tip of her finger touched her bulging clit. Her hips jerked and her cunt sucked inward.

She came, swiftly and without warning.

She stood, shaking, cumming hard, with only the tip of one finger pressing her clit. Then, as the spasms receded, she sank to her knees, then finally to her ass, leaning her head on the edge of her bed. Her eyes glistened with wetness, part out of shame, part out of passion. She knew she couldn't take much more, not after jacking her son off. She knew there was no way she could survive it if her hand touched his cock again. She would force her son to fuck her, force him to shove his deliciously hard cock up her cunt and fuck her and fuck her.

In the past, Debra had never been all that passionate. She could take sex or leave it. But seeing her son's cock so hard changed all that. She wasn't strong enough to avoid fucking now. She felt like a different person, a woman who now had a raging hot cunt that made crazy demands, demands that Debra was slowly giving in to. Grabbing his cock was only the beginning, she knew.

She rested her head on the bed, sitting on the floor naked, and the time passed. Her thoughts were deep, and she couldn't decide what to do. She couldn't stay away from Jerry, avoid him. She was his mother, responsible for his well being. There was no one in the family but the two of them. Debra was an orphan, and if it weren't for her, Jerry would be an orphan. There was no one she could send him to, no one for him to spend time with until she could get herself together.

She thought how eager Jerry had been for her to stroke his cock, the way he had pushed his prick toward her, telling her to wash it. She had not expected him to do that. But he had, and she had washed his cock, washed it so fast he came all over the front of her dress.

She heard a soft knock on her bedroom door.

"Mom, it's time for dinner," Jerry called.

"I'll be out soon," she replied, not moving. She fingered the bedspread, picking at it, her thoughts spinning in confusion. She didn't want to allow her deep hungers to dominate her, devour her.

"Mom!" Jerry called again, and he opened her door.

Debra heard the door open, but she stayed on the floor, her head resting on the edge of the bed. Jerry stood looking in at her. He could see she was naked, see her smooth back and the curve of her ass. He could see the thrust of one tit, but not her nipple. His eyes brightened as they gazed about his mother's naked body.

Debra knew she was naked, knew her son was looking at her, and yet she didn't move. She kept picking at the bedspread, but inside her body, she was a ball of hot, raging desire.