Kathy Andrews
Mom_s hot loving

CHAPTER ONE

Marian's cunt was on fire.

It was jealousy, she knew. Sheer, idiotic jealousy.

But she couldn't help it. Ever since that little girl, Judy, had moved into the neighborhood, her son had been acting like a fucking fool!

Jack had never shown interest in a girl before. Marian felt he was far too young for girls. Until now, his interest was in mechanical things, or a few of his buddies. But in just a few short weeks, that pretty blonde girl had him head over heels.

Jealousy was something new for Marian. She had never experienced it when her husband was alive and she had never experienced it with Jack… until the past few days.

The fact that her cunt was burning came as a total surprise to her. She had not thought her jealousy could be sexual, at least not for, her son. But there it was, throbbing and pulsating and yearning. As she went about her daily housework, Marian tried to understand her growing sexual desire for her son.

She had not experienced it until his interest in cute, little Judy became obvious. She recalled how uninhibited Jack had been. He seldom closed the bathroom door and only two weeks before she had passed the door and seen him standing, his cock out, pissing into the bowl. Now he was shutting the door and even locking it, when lit was in the bathroom.

That wasn't like Jack at all.

But was she jealous just because he was closing the door? Or was it because he was sticking his cock into pretty little Judy's pussy? The very idea of her son fucking the girl caused a shock of jealous anger to flow through her.

But along with the jealousy, there was also a bubbling, steaming heat between her thighs. Even as she felt the swelling of her cunt lips inside the tight crotch of her panties, she also felt her tits swell and her nipples become like hard rubber. Her clitoris throbbed for a touch, a caress.

Still, she could not really blame Jack for his interest in the girl. Judy certainly was a cute thing, with her flowing, honey-colored hair and sparkling mischievous blue byes. The girl looked at others in such a sweet, innocent way. The expression on her face was what Marian called "innocent sexuality". Judy's lips were full and moist, set in a small, childish pout that gave her an appealing look. And, Marian thought in total honesty, Judy's body was sweetly succulent.

Most of the time, during the hot days, Judy dressed in either skin-tight shorts and a middy blouse, or else she wore sun dresses or sun suits. Her legs were extremely long, finely shaped, and the flesh delicately textured. Her body was tanned in a light golden tint. Apparently Judy took delight in showing off her burgeoning tits, holding the small mounds out proudly. Her cute little ass was tightly rounded and her tight shorts outlined the inviting crack and creamy curves where those succulent ass cheeks tucked neatly into her thighs. Marian envied the little girl her boldness in wearing such revealing shorts. She had seen other girls, and even women her own age, wearing shorts that revealed a teasing portion of their ass cheeks, but she had not had the nerve to wear such a thing – yet.

With the air-conditioner humming silently, Marian finished up in the kitchen. She stood at the sink and looked out at the well kept back yard. Vaguely she noticed it was time for the gardeners to work on it again.

It was not yet noon and she was still in her robe. Marian preferred doing her chores in her robe first thing in the morning and then bathing and dressing for the day. But the robe was in need if minor repair. The belt, for one thing, would not stay tied and the front of the garment kept falling open.

Wandering into the living room to pick up yesterday's accumulation of daily mess, she saw Jack sprawled on the couch. She looked at him with a slight frown. At least he had his shoes off, she saw.

"Are you sick or something?" she asked. "How come you aren't outside with Brad or Judy?"

"It's too early, Mom," he said, not looking at her. "They have things to do before they can run around."

"Perhaps I should assign you a few chores around here," she, smiled fondly at him. "It would help keep you out of misehief."

She leaned over to pick up the scattered newspapers and her robe parted, exposing her tits. When she straightened up, she found Jack staring at her. She could almost feel his eyes on her tits and for a moment she stood with them exposed a steamy sensation between her thighs. Jack lifted his eyes to hers and she saw the hot interest in them. Finally she pulled the robe together, covering her tits.

"I've got to fix this damn robe one of these days," she said, her voice unusually husky.

"I saw your tits, Mom!" Jack laughed.

"Jack!" she gasped, a warm flush spreading over her face.

"Well, I did," he grinned impishly. "You know, Mom, you've got real pretty tits."

"You're asking for a slap across the mouth, young man," she said. But there was no force in her words. Her legs began to shake and she suddenly felt weak.

Turning, she walked on her shaking legs to the over-stuffed chair and sat down. She gazed at her son, her eyes sweeping to the front of his pants. Like most boys his age, his jeans fit tightly, and she saw the slight lump of his prick. Immediately her mind began to visualize him pissing then the mental picture changed. She saw her son standing at the toilet, his cock very hard. The fantasy grew and she saw him jacking off. So involved in this fantasy, her eyes remained on the front of his pants, the picture growing until she could see him comming, the thick, white come juice spewing from the head of his cock.

She was so absorbed in this unusual fantasy not realize Jack was watching her.

Nor did she realize that when she sat down, the robe had parted again. One of her tits was exposed, the hard nipple throbbing just out of the flap. Her upper thighs, too, could be seen. And her son was seeing it all.

By the time she understood that her tit and thighs had been revealed, it was too late. She saw Jack had a hard-on. It was bulging inside his tight jeans, along the side of his left thigh. It was so hard, the outline of his cock was perfect. She could see the swollen head, the ridge just past it, and the hardness of the shaft.

"Oh, damn this robe!" she hissed pulling it over her tit.

But as she started to cover her thighs, something came over Marian. She did it without thinking, in an automatic, deliciously wicked manner.

Instead of simply sliding the folds over her thighs, Marian lifted the material high, and for a brief, tantalizing moment, Jack stared at his mother's thighs and the tight crotch of her panties. It was long enough look for him to see her cunt swelling against the lacy garment and the dark shadow of her cunt hair.

She stared directly into Jack's eyes as she finally covered herself.

Bolder than his mother, Jack grinned at Marian in a lewd way. "Nice," he said, "very nice."

Confused by what she had done, Marian remained in the chair, too frozen to move. Her cunt was on fire again and her tits seemed far too sensitive as the nipples brushed the fluffy robe. There was a strange sensation between her thighs, a feeling of impending orgasm. After a while, she struggled out of the chair and without looking at her son, left the room. Marian spent the remainder of the day in a tingling, burning desire. Wearing a becoming housedress, she felt a heavy disappointment because Jack had left the house an hour after their little encounter and was gone all day. Her over-heated imagination saw him with Judy, concealed someplace, sticking his cock into her tender cunt. The more she thought of him fucking the cute little girl, the hotter her jealousy became.

Her son returned for dinner and spent that evening at home. Not a word passed between them as they sat and watched re-runs on the color television. Marian, urged by her jealousy, sat with her housedress pushed up her thighs and, although her son peeked frequently, he said nothing. But she noticed that his cock was in a constant state of hardness, and that he made no effort to conceal it from her.

Later, as she lay in bed unable to sleep, her cunt boiled more than it ever had in her life, and she was in torment. She could not rid herself of the torturing picture of her son fucking Judy. And the more she thought of that, the hotter and wetter her cunt became.

She was, still wide awake when she saw her bedroom door opening. Her heart thudded in her chest when she saw her son enter the room. He wore only jockey shorts. Marian had not turned off her bedside lamp and the room was illuminated with soft light.

Jack came directly into the room and stood beside his mother's bed, looking down at her. With a strange sensation of tingling anticipation, Marian gazed up at him. Not a word passed between them, and Marian made no protest when Jack reached out and took hold of the sheet covering her. He lifted it, then shoved it down.

Usually Marian wore a nightgown but this particular night she had pulled on a lacy, almost sheer shorty gown that had been her husband's favorite. He had liked it because it was so sexy, he told her. Her nipples were exposed by the lacy material and the sheer fabric hung not quite to the bottom of her ass. With the sheet at her feet, her son was seeing her body quite clearly.

Her eyes roamed down his hairless chest, then fixed upon the swelling lump in his shorts. There was a moist spot where the head of his cock pressed and she longed to reach out and touch it.

Without a word, Jack leaned over the bed and casually lifted the short gown. Marian's cunt became exposed to her son's hot eyes and as she shoved the gown upwards. She lifted herself so he could bunch it about her shoulders. Her eyes burned upon his swollen cock as he looked down at her, seeing the curve of his mother's tits, her flat, quivering stomach, and the thick triangle of her dark cunt hair. Marian's thighs were closed and she pressed them together tightly, causing her cunt to throb with sudden desire.

She could not take her eyes off her son's thrusting cock even as Jack lowered his hands and began to fondle her swollen tits. His hands felt hot upon her smooth tits as he curled his fingers into than. Holding one of her tits, she felt him, sliding his hand down her trembling stomach and caressing her thick cunt hair. He placed his hand on her thigh, gently urging his mother to open her legs.

Marian felt herself responding and her legs parted. And all the time her eyes gazed in hot desire at the point where his jockey shorts bulged out. She shivered when her son ran his hand up the inside of her smooth thigh and her hips jerked when she felt him cup her, hairy cunt. A soft whimper bubbled from her as he rubbed up and down the puffy, hairy lips of her cunt. She moved her left hand out, watching it move of its own will, unable to stop or control the motion. Her fingertips touched the moist spot of his shorts and then she traced the outline of his cock, feeling it throb powerfully.

One of her son's fingers was pressing between the lips of her burning cunt, easing inside her pussy. Her hips jerked again as he began to slowly work his finger in and out of her soaking cunt. With a low gurgle, Marian cupped her son's balls and squeezed them very gently. Jack pulled his hand off her tit, the finger of his other hand still moving in and out of her hot cunt. As she saw him pull the crotch of shorts to one side, suddenly revealing ins cock and balls, Marian's hips began to move, arching up and down to the rhythm of his finger.

Her hand curled about his balls, tugging and twisting them tenderly. Finally Jack removed his finger from his mother's pussy and crawled onto the bed with her. He sprawled along her side and, still without speaking, he began to lick her rigid, rubber-like nipple. Marian closed her hot hand around his cock, squeezing the hardness and feeling a thrill flow through her as his prick throbbed in her palm. Slowly and hesitantly she began to jack back and forth on her son's cock.

Jack sucked on his mother's nipple, gently at first, then closing his lips closed about it hard and sucking vigorously, his hips pumping into her jacking fist. His hand went back to her cunt and he started finger-fucking her again.

Marian lay almost still, her hips writhing and her fist holding his cock as he fucked into it. When Jack started to roll on top of her, she sucked in a harsh breath, but made no effort to stop him. Her cunt was boiling too hotly.

Jack was between her thighs and she felt his cock brushing about the thick mass of her pussy hair. He reached down and grasped his cock and Marian shuddered with delight when he moved it downward, scraping along her distended clitoris and finally began to press into her cunt.

Marian gazed up into his young face; her hands resting along her sides, her legs, wide. She gasped softly when the swollen head of her son's cock penetrated the slipperiness of her twitching cunt. For a long moment Jack held only the head of his cock inside his mother's cunt, then he began to inch his prick into her slowly. Marian felt her son's cock stretching the sensitive lips of her cunt and her hips moved upwards in slow motion. Jack ran his cock all the way into his mother's cunt and his balls slapped against her curvy ass checks. Marian, her eyes still wide and glazed, her mouth slightly parted, gasped at the exquisite pleasure between her legs.

Jack braced himself by placing his hands on each side of his mother's shoulders. Then he began to thrust his cock in and out of her cunt. They gazed into each other's glassy, smoldering eyes. Marian dug her fingers into the sheet as her hips began to move up and down, meeting her son's hard cock.

She felt his hips-sliding along the hotness of her inner thighs, sending sparks of delight through her naked body. Her breathing increased until she was softly gasping with ecstasy, her hips bouncing up and down in slow motion as he drove his cock into her. The way his balls slapped against her naked ass cheeks increased the pleasure that brought a flush to her flesh.

Her fingers clawed at the sheet and the desire to wrap her arms around him and pull him close, to crush her tits against his chest, was very strong. Still, she resisted the outward display of what she was feeling. She knew a man – or in this case, a boy – with a hard cock seldom suffered any shame, until the fuck was over. She didn't want her son to have any feelings of guilt, so she lay still with only her hips pumping to his, gasping softly and gazing up into his face.

Marian had always been a sensual woman. She almost always came when her husband fucked her. Now, however, she felt herself going through a series of warm, almost gentle, orgasms. She was surprised at this. She had heard of women who enjoyed multiple orgasms and had felt cheated. But now she felt them and each one was stronger than the preceding one. She could feel the throbbing hardness of her son's cock as it slid along the wet sensitive lips of her cunt and scraped her clitoris.

Jack grunted as he plunged his cock into his mother's slippery cunt. His pumping hips bounced up and down faster. Marian detected a further swelling of his cock and she could feel it jerking deep inside her pussy. She had felt that same sensation with her husband and she knew her, son was about to come. She wondered, vaguely, her hips moving up and down with him, if he would come inside her pussy. She didn't want him to yank his prick from her cunt when he came, she wanted to feel the thick sweetness of his come juice as it squirted into her.

She had loved to feel her husband's cock spewing into her pussy and if Jack suddenly jerked his prick from her cunt she knew it would be an intense loss. But Jack was speeding up, not hesitating a bit, his grunts hotter with the increased excitement. She saw his eyes film over and she arched her cunt up, writhing her crotch a little more vigorously as he fucked her, his balls swinging against her trembling ass cheeks.

Marian saw him close his eyes and he strained his cock deep inside her quivering cunt. Marian dug her fingers into the sheets, watching his face contort. She squeezed her hot thighs against his hips as he suddenly went stiff. She felt his cock throb once, then twice, and a hot gush of come juice splashed up her cunt.

The feeling of his come juice squirting in spasms sent her pussy into an explosive orgasm. The hair-lined cunt lips closed around his gushing prick as she came. Marian gasped loudly and her hips jerked as her cunt gripped his spurting cock in reflexive waves as she came in erotic ecstasy. She had not known her cunt had the ability to squeeze so tightly as she came.

Her naked body shook beneath her son's trembling body and her tight tits jiggled gently. She bit into her bottom lip as the exquisite pleasure sent liquid heat racing through her body.

Jack's cock seemed to be going through a never-ending spasm, his come juice spattering the velvet-like walls of her gripping cunt, filling her pussy with creamy juice.

When his cock stopped squirting, he held himself upright on shaking arms. Marian knew how weak he was and felt she could hold him now. She wrapped her arms around his naked back and pulled him down. His hairless chest pressed her tits, smashing them. She ran her hands up and down his back, caressing him with love.

Jack buried his face into his mother's neck, breathing harshly, his hot breath almost searing her flesh. She held him until he stopped shaking, then he pulled from her, his cock slipping free of her hairy cunt. He got to his feet and stood there, looking down at her body. His cock and balls glistened wetly in the light, his shorts still pulled to one side. For the first time, Marian saw that her son had very little hair at the base of his cock and it made her realize just how young he was.

And she let him fuck her!

Still without speaking, Jack turned and walked away. Marian watched him, her eyes gazing at his ass cheeks. When she was alone, she lifted herself and looked at her cunt. The thick hair was matted almost flat and she could feel come juice dripping from her pussy. She ran her hand down between her thighs and along her still slightly twitching cunt lips, smearing her son's come juice along her inner thighs. Then she got out of bed and went into the adjoining master bathroom. She cleaned herself, then pulled the shorty gown over her head and tossed it into the clothes hamper.