Kathy Andrews
Mom gets it on

CHAPTER ONE

Sandy Henderson sat next to her husband, Rob, high on the bleachers. The basketball game was nearing half time, and she was already pissed off.

One of the reasons for her feeling was that her son, Joey, would not sit with them. He had gone to the lower benches where he sat with a few friends. To Sandy, Joey was not yet old enough to run off by himself in crowds. Another reason she was pissed was the fact she knew very well that Joey was intensely interested in one of the girls belonging to the cheerleading team. And she was pissed because Joey would not listen to her arguments that the girl was too old for him.

Sandy had to admit, privately, that Lori Layne was certainly something to look at. Lori was the most beautiful girl in the school. Without trying, Lori actually radiated sexuality. She had honey-blonde hair that bounced and swirled about her exceptionally beautiful face. Her pale-blue eyes sparkled with merriment, flashing in a flirty manner that came across innocently, as if she had no idea of what she was doing. Her mouth was full, always moist, with soft, warm lips. Her manner was friendly, with a smile for everyone.

Sandy looked at the girl standing off to one side, surrounded by the other girls in the team. Lori stood out, although she was dressed identically to the others. Her perky, saucy tits strained against the top of the uniform, and the short, skimpy skirt, full with pleats, only emphasized the swell of her tight ass. Lori's thighs were slender, yet full and creamy smooth in texture.

Sandy was not jealous of the teenager's sexual attraction. She could place herself up against the girl any time and come out the winner, or at least her equal. The real difference in their appearances, other than normal facial characteristics, was that Sandy was approaching the age of thirty, and her hair was a deep chestnut color. She was perhaps an inch or so taller, but she had swelling tits and a round ass that were as tight as Lori's. Her legs were just as slender and smooth, and Sandy suspected that her cunt was hungrier than that teenaged girl's.

Sandy also had been a cheerleader while in school, surrounded by horny, panting boys. Even now she was mistaken for a teenage girl often. Another reason she was pissed was the fact that Rob seemed to be taking a strong interest in the girl, too. Sandy had seen him looking at Lori with a gleam in his eyes. And she was pissed because Rob had not fucked her in three days. And if Sandy wanted anything in this world badly, it was fucking. She thrived on fucking, thought about fucking all the time. If she didn't get a hard cock up her cunt, she used her fingers.

Half-time came, and Sandy watched her son below. He sat with his elbows on his knees, his chin cupped in his hand, staring hotly at Lori as the girl bounced and wiggled, thrashed about and screamed her head off. Sandy had to admit the girl was exciting to watch. Lori apparently made the most out of her skimpy costume and body, flashing her inviting thighs, making sure the short skirt flew about her waist, giving peeks of the tight panties that cupped her firm ass.

She also noticed that Rob was watching Lori with a hot interest, confirmed by the fact there was a bulge in his pants. The knowledge that this teenage sexpot could make Rob's cock hard made her anger deepen. Yet, when she contemplated upon this fact, she felt that tonight she would get fucked, hopefully. It didn't really matter what girl caused his hard on, as long as she got fucked. Sandy had never been jealous of other women, but she was jealous of Lori Layne.

Most of the jealousy was because Joey was so interested in her, and Sandy didn't like the idea of him getting involved with a girl a few years older than he was. And she was jealous because Rob had never cared to go to these school games until he had seen Lori. Now he never missed a single one.

Sandy wondered if her son was sitting down there with a hard on, too. But of course he is, she thought. She could tell his cock was very hard simply by the way he gazed at the bouncing, twirling girl.

A sudden, unexpected burst of pleasure filled Sandy's cunt. For a moment, she was startled by the sensation. When warm pleasure spread out, radiating between her thighs and making her cunt twitch and quiver, Sandy almost moaned aloud. She had been surprised at the feeling and could not understand. Usually she became hot and ready by slow stages, but this came over her swiftly, making her feel as if she were about to come.

Very slowly, a warm flush spread over her lovely face. She knew, suddenly, what had caused that sensation.

She had been gazing down at her son, and in her mind, he had been naked, sitting there with his cock hard, his fist wrapped about his prick, jacking off and staring at Lori!

Sandy had not realized the image had been in her mind. The realization did not frighten her, but it confused her.

Sandy did not see the rest of the game. She sat next to her husband, gazing straight ahead, but she didn't see anything at all. Her thoughts were tumbling over in her mind with blinding speed, and now and then she would shiver. When the game ended, she found she had been sitting there with her thighs tightly clamped, and her cunt was throbbing powerfully.

Getting to her feet, she found her legs wobbly, weak. She had to cling to her husband's arm to balance herself.

"Is something wrong with you, Sandy?" Rob asked, showing concern.

"No, I'm all right," she replied, unable to keep the quiver from her voice.

They walked to the car, trying to beat the crowds. When Rob opened the door for her, Sandy felt such a weakness come over her she had to hang on to the door, unable to sit down. A small moan bubbled from her mouth, and she clutched at her lower stomach. She could not believe what was happening to her. But it was happening, most definitely so.

Sandy was coming!

Her legs trembled, and she closed her eyes tightly, fighting to stay upright. The orgasm was very strong, very powerful, and she seemed to come and come. This had never happened to her before, not ever.

She was aware of Rob standing next to her, holding her arm, looking at her with puzzled concern. "Something is wrong, Sandy," she heard him say. "Are you ill? Does your stomach hurt? Maybe we should go see a doctor."

Somehow she managed to reply. "No, no, I'm okay, Rob. Just help me get in the car. I'll be okay, don't worry. It's nothing."

She sat in the car, waiting for him to get in. A smile, soft and warm, was on her beautiful face. The dome light came on again when he opened his door, and Rob saw the expression on his wife's face, but he didn't recognize or understand the expression.

"I think we should find a doctor, Sandy," he said, looking around to see if his son was on his way. "Where in the hell is Joey?"

"He'll be here in a minute," Sandy said, not worried about her son. That's strange, she thought, because I always worry about him being alone. An image flashed in her mind of Joey being with Lori, his hands on her swelling tits. A soft groan came from her, but she quickly silenced it by placing her fingers on her mouth. She had almost come again!

Rob started to get out of the car. "I'll find Joey, then I'm finding a doctor for you. You are ill, Sandy."

She quickly grabbed his hand, holding it tightly to prevent him from getting out of the car. "No! Stay with me, darling. I don't need a doctor. I need you!"

"But I don't know anything about medicine," he protested. "I'm an engineer."

"Oh, Rob!" she sighed. "You can be a real fool at times. Can't you see it… look at my face, darling!" He looked, but nothing told him a thing. "You look fine to me, Sandy. Your eyes are a little bright. Perhaps you have a fever."

"I have a fever, all right!" she snapped at him, jerking his hand up and placing it on her tits. "But that fever is inside me… on my tits, in my pussy! Oh, darling, I want to get fucked!"

Both of them looked startled. Rob's eyes went wide as he looked at her, his mouth open. Sandy's eyes popped and she tried to cut off the words with her hand, but it was far too late. It might have ended there, with both of them embarrassed, if Rob had not tried to yank his hand off her tit.

"Sandy!" he said, half-mad and half-shocked. She held his hand hard against her tit, and her eyes blazed. She could not stop the sudden tumbling of words now. "That's right, damn you! I want to get fucked! With that big cock of yours, you son of a bitch! I saw that hard on during the game, and I know why you had it! But that hard on is mine, you hear? That cock belongs to me, not to that little piece of cunt with her hot ass swinging around! Goddamn you, you bastard, it's mine!"

"Sandy, what in the hell…"

"Oh, fuck you!" she spat, grabbing for his cock, but making sure his hand remained on her tit. She had never used such language in her life, and she could not stop it now. "Fuck you, I said! That cock belongs to me and I won't let some little teenage cunt have it!"

She closed her fingers about his cock, feeling his prick tightly through his pants.

"Sandy, not here!" Rob growled, slamming the door so the dome light went off. People were all around them, but it seemed as if they hadn't seen what Sandy and Rob were doing. "What has gotten into you, Sandy! Stop it, now! We're in public!"

"That's just it!" she snarled at him, trying to pull the zipper of his pants down. "Nothing has gotten into me! Not for days! You don't fuck me anymore, and you're never a good fuck when you do! You don't have any imagination, never want to experiment! You think that anything other than being on top of me is wrong! A few stabs, you come, and that's sex! Well, fuck you, Rob! I'll show you what sex is!"

She had his zipper down now and her hand was inside his pants. She grasped his cock and pulled it into the open before he could stop her. She closed her fingers about his cock and began to jack his prick furiously, panting. Rob was so startled, he could not stop her. All he could do was sit there and look about, hoping desperately that no one would see what his wife was doing, hoping that his son would not suddenly show up.

"Let that little teenage cunt make your cock hard, will you?" Sandy was saying in a thick, hoarse voice. "You sit there, watching her swing her little ass around, your cock hard, wishing you could fuck her hot little teenage cunt! Well, Rob, this cock is mine! And I'm going to show you just what sex is all about!"

Before Rob knew what his wife was up to, she darted her face down to his lap. He grunted when he felt her hot lips kissing at the swollen head of his cock. He looked about fearfully, not able to stop her.

Sandy kissed hotly at her husband's cock, not caring that crowds moved all around them, that she might be seen by any one of them. She licked her tongue about his cock, feeling the throbbing hardness, the heat of his prick against her mouth. She had sucked him off only twice in their marriage. He had never let her suck him again, telling her that wasn't the right way to fuck. But Sandy dearly loved to suck cock. She had gone into her marriage at an early age, virginal but not entirely innocent.

Rob was the first to fuck her, but she had sucked a few cocks off before she met him.

She opened her mouth and sucked the head of his cock between her lips, her tongue fluttering furiously about his now-dripping piss hole. She gobbled the full length of his thick cock into her mouth, feeling his prick probe at her throat. She held his cock tightly with her hot lips, then began to suck up and down in a sexual frenzy. She made whimpering sounds as she sucked him, her ass twisting about, her cunt boiling.

Soon, Rob was moaning his pleasure. He placed his hand on the back of her head, and sat there looking straight through the windshield, trying his best to pretend he was alone, that his wife was not sucking his cock hungrily.

Sandy mewled in pleasure as she sucked up and down her husband's cock. She loved the way his prick stretched her lips, loved the heat of his cock, the thickness of his prick. She loved the way his cock filled her mouth, leaving hardly any room for her to lick with her tongue. She loved the way his piss hole dripped so much that she had to swallow frequently. The taste of his hard cock sent her emotions reeling, made her cunt clench, her clit swell. Even her asshole became tighter. Mewls of intense pleasure came from her, and she began to croon as her lips slid up and down his cock faster and faster. Soon, her face was bobbing very fast, fucking his prick with her mouth.

"Oh, God, Sandy!" Rob moaned, his fingers in her hair. "Oh, God! Oh, God!"

She sucked stronger yet, making a tight, wet, hot suction with her mouth. Hearing him moan increased her hunger for his come juice. She strove to make his cock spurt into her mouth, sucking furiously. Her body was shaking as the ecstasy grew, and she knew that she, too, would come… come in such a powerful manner that she wasn't sure her body could stand the violent emotions.

Sandy felt Rob's cock jerking between her lips, and she increased her suction again. Her mouth flew up and down his throbbing cock, her tongue licking as best she could. Her pussy was about to explode, and she wanted to shove a finger up her cunt to bring her climax on. But she didn't. She clawed at his hips and thighs as she gobbled his cock, whimpering as her pussy boiled. She was totally mindless of everything except the huge, throbbing, very hard cock inside her mouth, and her pussy about to explode.

She did not hear the shouts of the crowd, nor did she know anyone was around. She did not care if someone saw her sucking furiously on this deliciously hard cock. None of that mattered to her, only that she was sucking a cock. That, and that alone, mattered.

She had her husband's cock deep in her mouth when he began to come. She felt him trying to jerk her mouth off his cock, but she fought him, clinging with her lips.

"Stop it, Sandy!" she heard him snort. "Stop it, damn it! I'm about to come! Stop it!"

But she clung to his cock tightly, her lips tight and hot, wet and hungry. When she tasted that first squirt of his come juice, her pussy seemed to bust apart. She groaned deep in her throat as he filled her mouth with his thick, slippery come, her pussy coming in strong waves of spasms. Her slender body shook, and every muscle and bone of her being seemed to suddenly become liquid, jello-like.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she heard Rob moaning. He was no longer trying to make her stop. He sat there, his body shaking, his cock spewing so much come juice that Sandy had a problem swallowing all his jism. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she gurgled, her throat working, her lips sucking. She now held his cock by its swollen head, and her tongue flew swiftly about the piss hole, tasting each squirt of his come juice before she swallowed.

Even when he stopped coming, Sandy continued to cling to his cock with her tight, hot lips, her pussy still going through tight convulsions. She whimpered and mewled with mindless ecstasy, her tongue swiping over his slightly seeping piss hole.

"Sandy! Stop it, Sandy!" she heard him say, his voice stronger now. "You want someone to see you? Sit up, damn it! Sit up!"

Slowly, she released his cock. But before she left his prick, she kissed his cock quickly, hotly and affectionately. Then she sat upright, grinning wickedly at her husband. Around them were crowds of parents and students, but no one had seen her sucking Rob's cock.

Rob stared at his wife as if she were a stranger, a flush on his face. She stuck her tongue out at him, then took his hand and shoved it under her skirt. He tried to yank back, but she held his wrist tightly.

"Feel that hot cunt, darling," she said in a half whisper. "Feel that hairy, hot pussy! It's a good cunt, darling, a nice hot, wet cunt! My cunt knows how to take care of a hard cock, Rob! That teenage pussy wouldn't know how to handle a man like you, but my cunt knows! Let's hurry home, Rob! Let's hurry home and fuck! I want to fuck, darling, fuck hard!"

"You're out of your mind, Sandy," he said, almost in anger. "Stop this nonsense right now! You're forgetting we're out in public. What in the hell is wrong with you all of a sudden? I've never seen you like this before."

"I'm hot," she said. "I'm hot as hell! I'm tired of this wham-bam, thank-you-ma'am, bullshit! I have a hot ass, Goddamn you, and I want to be fucked… and fucked often!"

The rear door opened, startling them both. Sandy released Rob's hand, turning to see her son getting into the car. "It's about time, Joey," she said, sitting up straight. "Come on, Rob… let's go home."

She sat close to him, her hand resting on his thigh, her fingers near his cock. She knew he was nervous, and it amused her. She was surprised at herself, too. She had never so much as thought of doing something like sucking his cock in public. In fact, she had never been so aggressive with her husband before, not even in the privacy of their bedroom. But Sandy knew one thing – she loved being aggressive.

She nibbled at his ear, making Rob jerk away. She laughed softly, seductively, then whispered in his ear, "Wait until I get you in bed, darling. I'll turn you every way but loose!"