"More, Mom, more" - читать интересную книгу автора (Andrews Kathy)

CHAPTER ONE

Susan moved down the rows of canned goods in the big supermarket, shoving her partially filled basket. She was aware that her scantily clad body drew the eye of men and women alike, and it sent a tingle of pleasure through her.

Susan was thirty-two, with wavy auburn- colored hair. Her pale blue eyes were unusual in a woman of her olive-skinned complexion. It was also an erotic attraction. Her flawless tits strained against the white of her thin blouse, the nipples making twin buttons, seen by all. The white, very tight shorts outlined her sweetly curving ass, the slightest view of her cheeks on display. From the front, her pussy was delightfully outlined.

It was the way she enjoyed dressing. She enjoyed being looked at, speculated about. It was part of her very strong sexual nature.

Susan had always been a hot-assed female,ever since she had begun high school years ago. She did not deny this part of her; she enjoyed it, was unashamed of it. Dressing in such revealing clothing, having men and women look at her, kept her hairy cunt in a constant state of twitching, pulsating pleasure.

Behind her, lagging along in a sullen pout, was her son, Billy. She paid no attention to him, but she knew her son was disturbed about something. What she did not know was that he hung back deliberately. Billy loved to look at his mother's body, to fantasize about it, to jack off with visions of his mother in his mind.

Stopping at the vegetables, Susan began selecting a few of them for dinner that night. As she leaned over, her curvy ass arching deliciously, she could feel the eyes on her. Excitement bubbled hotly in her body as she reached, lifting one leg and shoving her sweet ass out a little further. As she straightened, she turned her eyes over her shoulder to see the effects this had been on a man down the aisle… and saw her young son gazing at her ass. For just a moment she felt a slight shame, but it evaporated quickly. She noticed the front of his pants, and understood that he enjoyed what he was looking at. His cock was almost hard, his hand inside his pocket trying to conceal it. A fierce, burning sensation ran through her body, roaring between her longthighs, her cunt almost exploding. She stood rigid for a long, breathless moment, looking at his cock and understanding the desire he showed in her body. Excitement filled her stronger than ever. Finally she managed to turn and start down the aisle again, knowing her son was gazing at her ass.

By the time they had gone through the check-out counter and loaded the car, Susan was so agitated with desire she thought she would come. Sliding under the wheel, with her son at her side, she could not resist running a hand along the inside of her creamy thigh. Seeing that Billy saw her do this, she giggled and stuck her tongue out at him.

Billy blushed slightly, but watched his mother's hand move along her thigh, then to the steering wheel.

When they arrived home, Susan knew that Billy had a throbbing hard-on. It was standing against his pants in full outline, and she loved the sight. Even the head of his cock was outlined, and she was surprised to see it was larger than she would have thought.

As they unloaded the car, Susan allowed the back of her hand to brush over his hard-on. She heard him gasp, and looked at him to see what his reaction would be. What she saw was a burning need in his young eyes.

Once things were put away, she opened two frosted cokes, handing him one. She leaned against the sink in the kitchen and stared openly at her son. "Where did Karen go this morning, Billy?" she asked.

"She didn't tell me," he replied, his eyes on her swollen tits.

"Did she say when she would be home?" Susan asked in a low, husky voice.

"No," he replied.

On a sudden impulse, she held her arms out to him. Billy moved against his mother, wrapping his arms about her narrow waist. She hugged his young beardless face against her swelling tits, caressing his cheek. Susan kissed the top of his head, feeling his body tremble.

"You feel it, too?" she murmured into his hair. "You feel the same thing I feel, don't you, Billy?"

His muffled reply came to her. "Yes, Mom."

"Does it make you feel…ashamed?"

"Oh, no! It makes me feel good!"

Susan felt his hard cock pressing against her thigh, burning there, sending tingles of delight up and down her spine. Her cunt boiled, flowed, became very wet. Her hands left his head and moved slowly down his back. Just below his belt she hesitated. Sucking in a deep breath, she ran both of her hands over his tight, little ass, then cupped the cheeks. Her fingers squeezed his ass, drawing him tight against her thigh, his cock throbbing crazily against her.

"Oh, Mom!" he groaned, rubbing his cock there.

Just enjoy it, darling," she whispered, kissing the top of his head again. She moved her thigh, rubbing it about his cock, feeling it pulsate. "Enjoy it all, baby. I'll make you feel good, so very good!"

Billy began to pump against his mother's thigh, his arms tight about her waist, his breath burning at the upper swell of her tits. He began to breathe faster, his hips moving in a frenzy now. Susan clung to his tight ass with both hands, hunching her thigh into his cock.

Then Billy gave a muffled groan.

Susan felt his cock jerking, then the wetness came through his pants and smeared at her thigh. She smiled with sensual delight, knowing he had come, that she had helped her son come against her thigh. She held him for a long time, feeling him, loving him, then let him go.

"I think you better go clean up," she whispered. "You just made a mess in your pants, baby."

He looked up at her, then left to take a shower.

Susan stood at the sink, sipping at her now warm coke, thinking of what she had donewith her son. She was not startled to realize she had enjoyed it, enjoyed it so much she, too, had almost come in her panties.

Climbing the stairs to the upper bedrooms, Susan wondered if this would have happened if she had not divorced her husband two years ago. By the time she arrived at her bedroom, she decided it would have happened no matter what because she knew herself, of her desires, of her intense interest in sex.

She stood in the bedroom, her cunt throbbing furiously. She opened her blouse and cupped her shapely, firm tits, thumbing her sensitive, rubber-hard nipples.

She was standing there, holding her naked tits, when Billy came to the door.

His eyes went wide as he saw her tits, and the towel about his waist suddenly poked out, his cock lurching into hardness again. Susan smiled at her son, offering her tits to him.

"Kiss my tits, darling," she murmured. "Come on in here and kiss mother's tits."

Billy came in, his legs wobbly, his eyes fixed upon his mother's sweetly hard nipples, the creamy flesh of her tits. He stopped a few feet from her, his face level with her naked tits. "Gosh, Mom!" he croaked. "I never saw…just once."

"Me?" she asked. "How did you see my tits, Billy?"

"Not yours, Mom, Karen's."

"You saw your sister's tits? When?"

"A few weeks ago," he said, licking his lips. "She was playing with them like you were doing."

Ripples of delight ran through Susan's body when she heard that, and she reached out with one hand. She pulled the end of the towel, and it fell to the floor. Her son stood there naked, his cock pointed, hard, dripping.

Susan gazed at her son's cock, seeing the head, swollen smooth, dripping from that flaring piss hole. There was not much hair at the base, and his balls were totally hairless. She ran a fingertip along his cock and saw him shiver, his eyes turning glassy.

"That's beautiful, Billy," she murmured, running her fingertip over the wet piss hole. "That's so very beautiful."

Susan closed her hand about her son's cock, her fingers squeezing it. The hardness thrilled her, and she began to jack back and forth on it. Billy stood there, his hands hanging loosely at his sides, trembling with pleasure.

"Touch me, darling," she urged in a throaty voice. "Touch me! Oh, Billy.. touch my tits! Play with mother's tits! Please, feel my tits!''

When his hand came up and closed about a firm tit, Susan almost swooned. The sensation of having her son's hand on her naked tits sent her mind reeling. She clutched at his cock and jacked in a frenzy, whimpering softly, her eyes closing.

But it wasn't enough. She wanted more, much more. She wanted his cock in her, up her cunt, fucking her. Releasing his cock, she pulled at the zipper in back of her shorts. She skinned the tight garment down, kicking them from her feet. As Billy stared in excitement at the thick, bushy hairs of his mother's cunt, she slipped her blouse off. Susan stood naked before her son, shaking in desire.

"Come here," she whispered, taking his hand and pulling him to her bed. She sprawled back, her tits firm and high on her chest, her dark hair swirling about her exceptionally beautiful face. She spread her long, creamy legs, and unashamedly caressed her wet, throbbing cunt as Billy stood there looking, the heat in his eyes quite obvious.

"I want you to lie down with me, darling," she said in a husky voice. "I want you next to me, touching me, and I want to touch you."

Billy lay beside his mother, also on his back. Susan turned onto her side, facing him. She took his cock in her fist and pumped it, leaning down to thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. She was delighted when Billy sucked her tongue, and she stabbed it in and out, jacking on his cock with a tight fist.

"Oooo, darling, darling!" she mewled into his mouth. "I want it so much! Oh, God…I want it!"

She kissed her son wildly, her tongue licking about his lips, one arm around his smaller body, holding him against her swollen tits, the other hand jacking faster and faster on his cock.

Without further hesitation, she threw one creamy thigh over him, and straddled her son, standing on her knees. Her cunt was fully revealed to his hungry eyes, the puffy lips almost covered by long, thin curls of dark hair. Her cunt glistened moistly in the sunlight coming through the window. Susan moved both her hands between her thighs, pulling the lips of her cunt apart. She arched her hips and brushed the wetness of her cunt about the head of her son's hard cock.

"Ohhhh, that's nice!" she murmured. "I like it, Billy! Ohhh, I love the way your hard cock feels against me. there! Oooo, honey, honey!"

Billy gazed hotly at his cock being brushed by his mother's cunt. He had to clench his teeth to keep from coming.

"I want it in me!" Susan squealed. "I want your cock in me… up me!"

Grabbing the base of her son's' cock, sheslowly lowered her pussy down. The head of his cock slipped easily into her cunt, and Susan wailed with ecstasy. Holding the head of his cock with the lips of her cunt, she rolled and twisted her ass, then sank down upon him. His cock buried all the way into her boiling pussy, and she sat there for a long time, sighing and cooing with pleasure.

Cupping her tits with both hands, she began to move her cunt up and down her son's cock, fucking him as she squeezed her tits, twisted and pulled at her sensitive nipples. Her stomach rippled, the subtle muscles in her thighs straining.

"Oooo! Ohhh, Billy, Billy!" she wailed as her cunt moved up and down his cock. "Darling, you're fucking me! Oh yes! You're fucking mother, baby! Your hard cock is up my cunt and you're fucking me! Qhhh, I love it so much!"

Almost awed, Billy lay still, watching his mother bounce her cunt up and down his hard cock. The heat of her pussy was amazing to him, and the way her cunt hair mingled with the scanty hair of his cock thrilled him. He could hardly breathe because he was so excited.

"Billy, darling!" she wailed, her eyes burning down at his young face, her firm tits jiggling in her efforts. "Oh, honey, baby! Fuckme! Fuck me, darling! Give my hot cunt that sweet, hard cock! Please, honey, fuck mother! Fuck mother's hot cunt! Make me come, Billy! Make my pussy come!"

Standing on her knees, her hips still momentarily, she urged him to stab up into her. "You do it, darling! Push your cock up into me! Fuck me, Billy! Fuck my hot cunt, please!"

Billy made a few awkward stabs with his cock into his mother's cunt, then, began to thrust swiftly, banging his prick hard into her. Susan squealed in ecstasy and dug her fingers into his squirming hips. Then she began to fuck in rhythm with him, their bodies slapping together. They were both grunting and breathing noisily. Billy clutched at his mother's thighs, his eyes still fixed between their crotches.

In a frenzy, they began to fuck each other, sounds of ecstasy burbling from Susan's mouth. She could feel her climax roaring inside her quivering stomach. Her cunt tightened about her son's driving cock, then she squealed in a loud voice. Her naked body shook, and she clawed at her son's hips as she came.

"Ooooo, Billy, Billy! I'm coming! Ohhh, shit, you're making me come, darling! Feel it.

Feel my cunt coming around your sweet hard cock! Qoaoo, I'm coming so hard! I loveit, love it, love it! Fuck me, come in me!Squirt that sweet come juice up mother's cunt! Come, come, come!"

"Gosh, Mom!" Billy grunted, and his cock spewed come juice into his mother's hungry cunt. "I'm doing it! Oh, I'm doing it!"

"Oh, baby, baby! You sure are! You're coming in mother's cunt! Fill it, darling! Fill mother's cunt with that sweet juice!"

They shook and trembled together, Billy's cock as deep into her cunt as it could go, splashing come juice as his mother's cunt squeezed and gripped.

When Billy's hips dropped, Susan leaned over him, smearing kisses about his young face, loving him, feeling his cock slip from her cunt. "Ohh, honey, I love you! God do I love you, baby!"

She felt her son's hands move up and down her thighs, finally closing about the cheeks of her shapely, creamy-fleshed ass.

"Oh, that's good, honey!" she mewled. "Hold my ass, just for a while."

A few minutes later she pulled from him, kissed him once again, then said: "Go shower again. We can't let Karen see us this way."