Kathy Andrews
Coming with mom

CHAPTER ONE

It was happening again.

The hunger more powerful, more consuming, more demanding than ever before; the desperate need was flowing hotly through her. It was like a caged beast, a beast that paced and roared within her body, bellowing for release.

A hungry, insatiable beast.

Cock.

Big, hard, throbbing, beautiful cock!

But young. It had to be young cock. Carol Watkins cunt was bubbling, steaming, about to drive her out of her mind with that intense desire, that greedy need. Her cunt was wet now, slippery and twitching with anticipation. Her cunt was painfully swollen, burning for a touch, a caress, a wet kiss… a tongue. It happened every time she saw a bulge inside a boy's pants, a lump that told her his sweet cock was deliciously hard; And it seemed to her that she was seeing many cocks in that lovely state lately. Every place she looked, there was a young boy with a tasty-looking lump in his pants. It was not her imagination, wild as it was; there was no denying some of the boys had hard-ons.

If only they wouldn't get so damned hard, she thought, so visible. If I didn't see a hard cock, maybe, just maybe, this hunger would go away.

But she knew it would never go away. The hunger gnawed within her more each day, whether she was seeing a hard cock or not. The thought of a prick would set her cunt into a roaring inferno And she thought of cock most of her waking hours.

She watched the boys race up and down the basketball court. There was something exciting about seeing teenage boys in rough play. Their bodies, so young and firm, shining with sheen of sweat, the excited yells and general grab ass they did sent thrills shooting through her.

She had no business being in the gym, watching the practice plays, but no one had ever questioned her presence. No one interfered with her, thinking perhaps, she was the mother of a team member. She was a mother, all right, but her son was not yet in high school. He had a few more months before he entered this school.

Leaning back against the bleacher behind her, she let her knees part a bit. Now and then one of the boys would glance up at her, nudge a friend, and both would look. She knew they could see at least part way under her skirt, between her thighs. That made her cunt itch stronger with need. She didn't mind the boys peeking between her thighs; she loved it. If only she had the nerve to throw her legs wide apart, expose her cunt to them. But she didn't have that much nerve, exciting as it would have been.

She watched one boy more than the others.

He was two years older than her son, a bit taller, more muscular. But she wasn't interested in his muscles. Only one of those muscles interested her, and it wasn't really a muscle at all. It just happened to be an appendage dangling between his legs that became excitingly hard now and then. It was an appendage she loved, desired, hungered for.

The boy she watched glanced upwards at her frequently, flashing her a smile. Her gaze was fixed meaningfully on the front of his shorts more than the others, too.

After a few more minutes; the team took a break and the boy climbed the bleachers to where she was. He sat down next to her, breathing hard from the vigorous exercise, his flesh shining with sweat. A towel was draped over his shoulders. She rested her hand on his bare knee, feeling the moist skin.

"You're giving the guys quite a show." He grinned at her. "Do you know we can almost see all the way under your dress?"

"That's for you, darling," she replied huskily; "I see it's working, too." Her gaze moved to the front of his shorts, seeing the way his cock bulged. "No jock strap?"

"Who needs it?" he replied.

She laughed, a low, exciting, throaty sound. "You're so right. All those things do is hide the best part of a guy, right?"

He had brought a frosty bottle of coke from the machine with him, and he sipped it as he looked at her. He saw a woman twice his age, but a woman of better-than-average looks.

Carol Watkins was indeed a beautiful woman. She was thirty-two years old, but looked like a girl in her early twenties. The color of her long hair was similar to apricot, with shimmering auburn highlights. Her eyes were a distinctive green, but the whites were always clear but the intense smoldering in them was impossible to miss.

Carol's eyes promised wilder more erotic pleasures than a thousand and one nights. Her eyes told an interested observer that she was an

intensely erotic woman, a woman caged-hungry-for wild, uninhibited, totally wanton sex. Her eyes told of the beast prowling within her tall, slender body.

She had a small nose and a wide mouth. Her lips were quite full, moist and delectable. Her pink tongue flicked often over them, and the gesture had a way of making a cock hard. Her face, gently oval, was held up by a slender neck. Her shoulders sloped, in feminine fashion. Her tits, now concealed behind her cotton blouse, were full and firm, spongy to the touch. Her tits were exquisitely shapely, round with suckable nipples set upon pebbled discs. Her waist was still the same small size as when she was sixteen. Her hips were rounded, flowing into long, graceful thighs. Carol's ass swelled and arched, writhing when she walked. A tight skirt enhanced and molded her caress able ass cheeks to perfection, drawing the eye. She had a dimpled belly button and a flat stomach. There was a flawless triangle of hair framing her cunt, the hair long and thick and almost silky. Tucked between her thighs was her hot, desperate, insatiable cunt.

She slipped her palm up the boy's thigh, feeling the sweat there, becoming excited by the feel of his skin. Her fingers brushed the leg of his shorts, and he gently removed her hand before she could shove it into the wide leg and grabbed his cock.

"Not here, Carol," he said, "unless you want the whole damned team up here fucking

the piss out of you."

She laughed again in that throaty way. "Would they do that? Fuck me here? Would they actually come up here and fuck me?"

"You've given them damn near painful hard-ons." he said. "What's a guy to do?"

"Mmmm, a gang-bang might be what I need right now," she murmured, writhing her ass on the wooden bleacher. "I wouldn't mind that, I don't think."

"It could get rough," he warned.

She detected what she hoped was jealousy. She smiled up, at him. "I was just teasing, Mike."

"I know," he said. "Big seriously, Carol, those guys could get rough if you keep flashing them that cunt."

"I haven't let them see me that way," she replied. "Only a little leg, that's all. You've seen my cunt before."

"But they haven't." He pointed out a group of boys sitting on the court, waiting for the practice to start again.

A whistle blew and he stood up. "Meet me at the place behind the gym in half an hour," he said, trotting easily down the bleachers to resume practice.

Carol sat for another fifteen or twenty minutes, watching the teenage boys race about. Meeting Mike behind the gym meant he was not going with her this evening. She wasn't really disappointed. She knew what she would be doing behind the gym, too. But she

didn't mind that because she loved it as much as he did. But it also meant she wouldn't be with him hardly more than ten or fifteen minutes. That was a disappointment to her because she had wanted to run her hands over his body, feel his tight, smooth, youthful flesh and play with him. She loved to stroke his thighs, feel of his tight ass, fondle his hairy balls and nuzzle at his hard cock.

She wouldn't get to do any of that tonight. Finally she stood up and carefully stepped down the bleachers, her high heels making it dangerous. As she walked from the gym, she heard a couple of low wolf whistles. She smiled to herself as she walked into the darkness to the rear of the gym. There was nothing there except for two dented and rusting trash bins. A single pole lamp cast a gloomy shadow over everything. But at least there was a patch of grass so she wouldn't have to stand on her knees in the dirt.

Carol took a cigarette from her purse and smoked as she watched and waited for Mike. Her cunt was pulsating hotly, quivering between her thighs and making the crotch of her panties thoroughly soaked. The cheeks of her rounded, tight ass flexed with anticipation, and she licked at her lips often.

By the time she flipped her cigarette away, she saw Mike coming toward her. As he stepped up to her, she wrapped her arms about him, holding him close and grinding her pelvis against his, feeling the front of his pants swell

ing as her tongue went deep into his mouth. They were the same height, and her tits smashed against his chest. Mike cupped her full, firm ass cheeks and squeezed them as he sucked at her darting, licking tongue.

"I don't have much time," he said, pulling his tongue out of her greedy mouth. "The guys are waiting for me."

"Oh, Mike, I don't..

He placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing down, forcing Carol. She looked into his face, her eyes pleading with him, her knees bending. Then she was kneeling before him, unable to finish what she had been saying. He took the back of her head, pulling her lovely face into his crotch, grinding into her face.

"Take my cock out," he murmured to her. "Come on, you fucking cunt! I don't have all night! Take my cock out of my pants!"

Carol's fingers fumbled with the zipper then she reached in, finding his cock. Pulling his cock from his opened pants, she wrapped her hand about his prick, squeezing him. His cock began to swell and harden in her hand. Her hot eyes gazed at his prick, seeing his cock dimly in the light of the lamp. She could see fuck juice seeping from his piss hole.

"Come on, cunt!" he snarled at her, drawing her face to his cock. "I told you, I don't have all night; the guys are waiting for me. Blow me, damn you! Suck my cock off! Eat my fucking cock, cock sucking cunt!"

Carol felt a twinge of humiliation.

The swollen head of his cock brushed against her moist lips, smearing them with slippery fuck juices. Almost at once, her throat began to burn, and she swallowed his cock quickly.

Closing her lips tightly about his throbbing cock, she felt Mike holding her face tightly between his hands. She had his thick prick buried deep in her mouth, and then he was fucking back and forth, fucking her mouth.

Carol used her tongue as best she could, but he was too energetic with her. His cock plunged and slipped between her tight, hot, wet lips as she sucked. Soft mews of pleasure came from her, and her tight ass swayed and twitched as she knelt before him.

The feel of his hard cock sent ripples of delight racing through her flesh. The way his cock throbbed between her lips with teenage power made her mind reel with erotic pleasure. She felt debased, degraded, kneeling on the small patch of grass with a teenage cock stuffed into her mouth. Yet she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She was a slave to that animal hunger inside her lovely body. When it roared, Carol would get fucked, or, in this instance, suck a cock off. Because when the beast started, she was helpless despite any shame she might feel.

Her hunger was all consuming, and she had to obey her desires.

Mike fucked into her mouth as she knelt there, holding her face tightly. His cock, thick

and quite long, banged against her throat, stretching her lips, His cock filled her mouth to the limit without any room to spare.

Her lips burned and tingled around his hard cock as he fucked his prick in and out of her mouth. Her cunt twitched and her clit swelled inside her panties. Already the insides of her thighs were slippery from the seeping fuck fluids of her cunt. The cheeks of her shapely, ass clenched tightly as she moaned and mewled about his prick.

Mike had fucked her in her mouth before, a number of times. Carol had always loved it. She loved being fucked by him up her cunt or in her mouth, whichever way he wanted to fuck. But he was being more brutal about fucking her tonight. As much as she enjoyed sucking on a teenage cock, Carol did not like brutality. She wanted to suck a cock gently, be fucked in her mouth with tender concern for her pleasures, too. She did not want her lips bruised, her throat sore from the banging of a swollen, smooth prick head against her flesh.

But she, had no choice.

Mike, in the past few weeks, had been acting differently toward her. Like tonight, calling her cunt and cock sucker and such. She didn't mind being called those names, but only in the teat of erotic ecstasy. The way Mike was using the names made her feel dirty, something to be used and discarded. Carol didn't want to feel that way.

She wanted to feel some love, some care and

kindness from the boy. At the beginning, Mike had shown this. Now he seemed disgusted with her.

He was fucking her mouth swiftly the harsh material of his pants scraping her lips and chin. She gripped his hips with her fingers, trying to prevent him from fucking her mouth so roughly. It did her no good. Mike held her face in his tight hands, fucking her stretched lips with such vigor that she knew they would be bruised.

Yet the feel of his cock throbbing powerfully in her mouth, the thick hardness of his prick, sent sparks of intense pleasure shooting through her. With her lips slippery with wetness, squeezing around his fucking cock, Carol felt the familiar sensation of an orgasm growing in the pit of her stomach. Despite his roughness, she was going to come.

His fucking cock smashed the insides of her lips against her white teeth, and she hoped they would not be cut. His pants scraped at her nose and chin, the zipper scratchy. Her fingers held his hips tightly as he fucked back and forth, now grunting and gasping with impending climax.

"I'm about to come, bitch!" he snarled in a thick voice. "I'm going to shoot a fucking gallon of my come juice down your cock sucking throat! Eat that cock, cunt! Suck that big prick! I'm going to fill your hot fucking mouth with my come juice!"

He was fucking into her mouth more strong

ly now, banging against her lips, bruising them. Carol whimpered, a mixed sound of ecstasy and miserable humiliation. She closed her eyes as he fucked harder and faster into her mouth, the head of his prick banging against her tonsils. Her tongue was pressed tight against the underside of his cock, the roof of her mouth sliding along his prick. She closed her lips as tight, as she could and sucked in greediness, desperate, despite her feeling of degradation, for the sweetness of his thick come juice.

She wanted it badly, wanted to feel his cock spurting with the power only a teenager could spurt. She wanted jism running over her tongue, filling her mouth, slipping down her hot throat in rivers.

Soft, throaty sounds bubbled from…her as she sucked in hunger, ignoring the banging against her lips now. Her hands slipped from his hips to his ass. She dug her fingers into the, hard cheeks of his ass, pulling him deeper into her mouth, her cunt convulsing now. The V of her cunt squeezed together, the orgasm sending delicious spasms through her. She gave a muffled wail as she came and her mouth sucked in a frenzy for his come juice.

"Suck me, bitch!" Mike growled, fucking his cock into her mouth hard. "I'm about to come! Oooo you cant! You hot-assed, cock-sucking cunt. Eat me!"

Carol's mouth burned with the tingling erotic pleasure she felt, her mind reeling as she

anticipated the gushing of his come juice.

Mike slammed against her mouth, his cock buried in her throat. She felt his cock throb, then his prick was jerking as he came. The head of his cock was past her tonsils, and that was not the way she liked having a cock come off inside her mouth. This way, she couldn't taste the creaminess, the thick sweetness. She struggled to pull her mouth back on his gushing cock, but Mike held her by the back of her head, refusing to let her have his come juice the way she wanted.

Then he pulled his cock from her lips.

Carol shot her tongue out before he could pull away, licking quickly over his piss hole. As she knelt there, Mike stuffed his cock into his pants. Carol looked up at him with hot, slightly misty eyes.

"That was a good one, Carol," he said. "Listen, I gotta go-the guys are waiting. Come around and watch practice again real soon.

"Mike, what's wrong with you?" she asked, standing up and knowing she felt ashamed of herself.

"Hey, cunt," he said, "let's don't make a big deal out of a couple blow jobs and a fuck or two. We both know the score, Carol."

She stood there and watched him trot around the corner of the gym. Picking up her purse, she walked slowly to the parking lot where she had parked. Her lips felt puffy and bruised, her throat sore.

Sitting in the car, she leaned against the steering wheel, wondering about the change that had come over Mike. Finally she turned the overhead light on and looked at her face in the rearview mirror. Her lips, just as she suspected, were bruised. There was a small scratch on her nose where his zipper had scraped.

Starting the car, she drove home slowly. By the time she arrived, it was almost midnight. The house was dark and that told her Jimmy and Karen were in bed. Parking in front of the garage, she locked the car and entered the house.