cb-4497 davy's loving mother (kathy andrews) 1985 Read online

  Molly didn't know when it ended. She lost several seconds.

  She went limp on top of her son, gasping for air. She became aware that his cock was slowly slipping out of her cunt, and with a groan, she lifted herself from him. She stood weakly at the side of his bed, one hand cupped between her thighs, pressing at her cunt. She felt his come juice dripping out of her pussy and onto her palm.

  Suddenly, she giggled.

  Then Davy was giggling with her.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Molly thought a long time about what she had done.

  She couldn't find any shame or guilt. What she found was pleasure, total and absolute ecstasy. All night, her cunt burned and pulsated as if demanding more of her son's cock. Despite that, she slept alone.

  She woke up and turned her head on the pillow. At the edge of the bed were her panties. A slow smile spread over her face as she picked them up. The crotch was sticky with come juice, and with a fuck of her wrist, she tossed them to the floor. Stretching luxuriously, she swung her long legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Again she stretched, catching sight of her reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall. Her tits strained outward as she stood on tiptoe, anus high above her head. Impishly, she stuck her tongue out at herself and entered her bathroom. As she filled the tub, she sat on the toilet and pissed, her piss hissing deliciously into the water.

  Before she stepped into the tub, she heard her son down the hallway. She had one foot inside the tub when Davy entered, grinning at her. Molly stood, giving her son all the time he wanted to look at her. She winked, then stepped into the water and sank down, her nipples just above the surface. She sat in the tub looking at him, seeing the head of his cock showing beneath the fringe of his cut-offs.

  "Are you going somewhere?" she asked, finding her voice husky already.

  "No," he said, staring at her tits.

  "Then why are you wearing those?"

  "I have to wear something, don't I?"

  "Not around me, you don't." She grinned. "You have a lot of goodies I just love to see."

  Without hesitation, Davy stepped to the toilet, puffing his cock from the fringe of his cut-offs. Molly gasped and stared at the head of his cock. The golden stream of his piss gushed into the toilet. Molly's breath caught in her throat as she gazed at him pissing. Beneath the water, she felt a lurch of her clit then the starting of a tingling hunger inside her cunt. She slipped her hand under the water and between her thighs. She gently rubbed at her clit and cunt, her eyes sparkling with heat as she watched her son piss. When he finished, she made a soft moan as he shook his cock, the final bead of piss dropping from the piss hole.

  Davy lowered the toilet cover and sat on it, watching his mother. His eyes fixed upon her tits, and he ran his tongue over his lips.

  "Breakfast isn't ready," she said, softly.

  Davy grinned at his mother. "I see my breakfast, Mother," he said.

  Molly giggled, lifting her free hand to her tit and cupping it. "You want to suck my tits, honey?" she asked. "After last night, I thought you might not want... I'm not sure what I thought."

  Davy glanced at his mother, and pulled his cock from his cut-offs. Unabashedly, he closed his fingers about it and began to jerk up and down slowly. Molly gasped in pleasure as she watched him jerking his cock. The fingers under the water at her cunt moved faster, agitating her swollen clit and poking between her cuntlips a few times.

  "That's beautiful, Davy," she whispered.

  Suddenly, Davy stood, his cock waving from the legs of his shorts. He turned from her and began to rummage in the laundry hamper. Molly watched him, knowing what he was after. When he lifted a pair of her panties out, she watched him wrap them about his cock. Then, with her panties around his prick, Davy began to jack off again. He stood facing his mother, his eyes glowing with delight. Molly saw the head of his cock pressing at the crotch of her worn panties, and somehow this excited her.

  She lifted herself out of the tub and sat on the rim. With her eyes gazing with heat at her son, she spread her thighs as wide as she could, and began to agitate her clit with the fingers of one hand, rapidly stabbing a stiff finger of the other into her cunt. Davy pumped on his pantie wrapped cock, his eyes hot as he watched his mother fingerfucking herself. His mouth gaped open as he panted, his fist moving rapidly, her panties swinging.

  "Ohhhh, Davy!" she mewled. "Do you like that? Do you like the way my panties feel on your cock?"

  Davy nodded, pounding his cock frantically. His eyes never left his mother's fingers. Molly twisted and pinched and rubbed at her long clit, stabbing herself in the cunt with her other hand. Her eyes blazed with wild excitement as she watched her son jacking off, feeling wanton to be fingerfucking for him at the same time.

  "Let me have my panties a minute," she gasped.

  Davy stopped pumping on his cock, unwrapped the panties, and handed them to her. Molly turned her panties inside out, and rubbed the crotch up and down her bubbling cunt. Juices smeared on the nylon. Then she stuffed the crotch into her pussy, watching her son with smoldering eyes. Once she had the panties soaked with the juices of her cunt, she handed them back to him. Davy wrapped the pussy-wet panties around his cock again, and began to slide his fist back and forth on his cock.

  "Is that better?" Molly whispered huskily. "Oh, yes, Mother!" Davy grunted. "I like them nice and wet best."

  Molly watched him a while, then pulled her fingers from her cunt and stood up. Her legs were trembling as she slipped past him.

  "Come into the bedroom with me," she said, taking his free hand and pulling.

  Davy came along, still pumping on his cock. Molly kept her eyes on her son as she rummaged about, finding a fresh pair of panties. She stepped into them, still watching his fist move on his cock. She adjusted the crotch, then rubbed her fingers up and down, feeling her cunt inside them. Her pussy seeped juices into the panties, and when she felt they were wet enough, she removed them, turning them inside out. She walked to her son, still gazing at him jacking off. She lifted the panties to his face.

  "Smell, honey," she said huskily. "Smell how hot and wet my cunt is on my panties."

  Davy sniffed, his eyes rolling. "Oohhh, nice, Mother!"

  While her son kept jacking off, Molly stood at his side and began rubbing the crotch of her panties about his face.

  "Let me jack it, honey," she hissed hotly. "Let Mother jack your cock!"

  When her son pulled his hand away, she closed her fist about his pantie-wrapped cock, and began to jack him. At the same time, she rubbed the crotch of her wet panties across her son's lips. She began to breathe hard, her fist pounding.

  "Kiss them! Kiss Mother's panties!"

  Without hesitation, Davy kissed at the wet crotch.

  "Lick them!" she urged, pounding faster on his throbbing cock. "Lick my panties, darling! Taste my pussy on my panties!"

  Davy's young eyes rolled as his tongue darted from his mouth. Molly sucked in an excited hiss of air as she watched him licking at her panties, tasting them. There was something wildly exciting about seeing her son taste her cunt on her panties. Her pussy tightened, juices seeping along her inner thighs.

  "Ooooh, that's sweet, Davy!" she crooned, jerking his cock hard and fast. "Lick Mother's panties... I'm going to jack you off, make you come in these panties!"

  With a finger, she pressed the wet crotch of her panties into her son's mouth. Davy accepted them willingly. She felt her son sucking on her finger and panties, and stuffed every inch of the wet panties into his mouth.

  "Ohhhh, yes, darling! Suck on those panties! Suck Mother's panties and I'll jack your hard cock off! Taste Mother's cunt on those panties and I'll make you come so hard!"

  Dropping her hand from his face, Molly cupped a cheek of his ass. She squeezed his ass and pumped on his cock, watching him suck hard at the crotch of her panties. His excitement thrilled her, made her cunt pulsate with a wet heat of its own. She pressed her bushy cunt against his hip, rubbing the silky hair
s on his flesh. She dug her fingers into his ass, gripping his pantie-wrapped cock as tightly as she could, pumping hard. She watched her son's face starting to contort, then lowered her eyes to his prick. His prickhead bulged into the crotch of her panties.

  "Come!" she hissed.

  Her fist flew back and forth, beating against his thick cock base, jerking up to his round cockhead.

  Davy began to grunt, his hips jerking.

  "Come!" she urged hotly. "Come in Mother's panties!"

  With a drawn-out grunt, Davy came.

  Molly squealed as she saw the come juice oozing through the crotch of her panties. With a cry of hunger, she dropped to her knees swiftly and darted her tongue out. She flapped the tip of her tongue about his cock, tasting his come juice as it seeped through the thin nylon panties. She clutched the tight cheek of his ass, moaning softly as she tasted that creamy sweetness of his tender young balls.

  Molly groaned as her cunt contracted. She jerked her hand off his ass and began to claw at her pussy, darting two fingers in and out of her convulsing wet pussylips, fingerfucking herself frantically.

  At the same time, she opened her mouth and closed her lips about the head of his cock. She tasted the nylon of her panties as she sucked, drawing the thick creamy juice through them. She closed her eyes, moaning with ecstasy. The taste of her son's come juice sent rippling pleasure up and down her still-wet, naked body. Her ass trembled and jerked with the power of her orgasm.

  Davy, his mother's panties dangling from his mouth, stared down at his mother's slightly upturned face, surprised at what she was doing. He danced about as he came, sending spurt after spurt through the panties and into his mother's mouth. Molly sucked as hard as she could, her tongue licking until it felt raw. Sucking cock through a pair of panties wasn't all that soothing for her tongue, but she knew it would please her son. She held her lips as tight as she could just behind the head of his cock, sucking hard. She didn't get the full taste of his come juice this way, but the sheer perversity of sucking him off through her panties created a frenzy of orgasm between her thighs.

  When she was sure he was finished, still on her knees, she pulled her panties off his cock. With a squeal, she turned them inside out and stuffed the wet crotch into her mouth, sucking the juices from them. She settled her ass on her heels, her knees opened, and rubbed at her exploding clit with abandonment.

  The head of Davy's cock glistened wetly, and puffing the panties out of her mouth, she cried out and began to rub her face about his crotch. She clutched her son's hips, kissing and licking his hairless balls and prick wantonly, purring softly. The explosive orgasm began to recede, and she nuzzled into her son's crotch for a while longer, inhaling the exciting scent of him.

  "Ohhhhh, Davy!" she whispered. "You're wonderful, darling."

  Davy pulled her panties out of his mouth, and playfully draped them over his mother's head.

  "You like to play with panties, too, huh, Mother?"

  "Not until now," she grinned, getting to her feet. "I never thought anything about panties until now. They were just something to wear."

  After a while, she prepared breakfast for them.

  She wore a fresh pair of panties for her son. They were an emerald color, trimmed with a pastel green. Otherwise she was naked. Davy had removed his cut-offs, and wore a pair of jockey shorts now. He had them on at his mother's suggestion; she found it exciting to see his cock and balls inside them.

  As she cooked eggs and bacon, she shifted her feet often, letting her son watch the play of her shapely ass cheeks. When breakfast was ready, they stood up to eat, both of them gazing at each other's bodies. Davy didn't seem to have very much interest in her tits, but Molly didn't mind. Her tits were quite sensitive to the touch, and she loved having them sucked, but her cunt demanded more attention than her tits.

  Davy especially enjoyed seeing her with her panties pulled into her cunt, so her cuntlips showed. He liked to see the seat tight in the crack of her ass, so her smooth, sweet asscheeks were exposed. She knew, by now, that he preferred her to wear panties instead of being completely naked.

  "I never did finish my bath," she said when they had finished eating.

  "You can finish later," Davy said, and came around the table to her.

  Molly stood while her son stood behind her, running his hands over her pantied ass, feeling her. She waggled her ass for him, cooing softly. She felt the heat of his palms through her thin panties, and gurgled with pleasure as he drew them into the crack of her ass. Davy cupped the creamy cheeks of his mother's ass, squeezing gently. Slipping one hand down, Molly pulled at the panties until the crotch cut into her cunt.

  "Do you like that?" she asked softly, thrusting her ass backward. "Do you like seeing my ass this way, honey?"

  "You have a beautiful ass, Mother," he replied, staring at her swelling asscheeks. "And a beautiful cunt, too."

  "Ohhhh, darling," Molly breathed. "I love it when you talk that way to me. Hearing you say ass and cunt makes me so hot!"

  Davy fondled his mother's ass with one hand, sliding his other between her thighs. He caressed the puffy lips of her cunt that spread on either side of her imbedded panties.

  "Are you getting hard, Davy?" she gasped, wiggling her ass. She leaned on the table, her arms shaking. "Is your cock getting hard, darling! Ooooooh, I hope it is!"

  "You want my cock, Mother?" he asked, his voice slightly gruff. "You want my cock?"

  "Oh, yes, baby!" she moaned. "I want your cock!"

  Davy pressed his palm hard into her pussy, and Molly almost came.

  "Fuck me, Davy!" she cried out. "Please, darling, fuck me!"

  Davy pulled his hands back, but Molly hissed. "Don't take your shorts down! Fuck me with them on!"

  Feverishly, Davy yanked his cock from the crotch of his shorts. Molly leaned over, on the table, crushing her tits almost flat, arching her ass to him. She moaned hotly as his fingers pulled the wet crotch of her panties out of her cunt, stretching them to one side. Davy stared dawn at his mother's creamy ass, seeing her hairy cuntlips, swelling in readiness for him.

  "Hurry!" she panted. "Hurry and fuck me, Davy!"

  Davy shoved his cock forward, and when his swollen cockhead touched the lips of her cunt. Molly's eyes popped open, a gasp of eager anticipating bursting from her throat. Davy rubbed the head of his cock up and down the wet, fiery lips of his mother's pussy for a moment, gazing at the contact.

  Then, with a lunge, he drove his cock hard into her cunt.

  "Ohhhhh, baby, yes!" Molly squealed, feeling her tits slid on the table from the force of his penetration. "Fuck me hard that way! Ohhhh, Lord, baby, fuck Mother!"

  Davy grasped his mother's hips, gazing down at her ass, seeing the panties pulling to one side. One cheek of her ass was fully exposed, the other covered by the nylon panties. He felt the tight wetness of his mother's cunt clutch his cock, and Molly felt the deep throbbing power of him.

  "Fuck it, darling!" she screeched, twisting her ass lewdly. "Fuck that cunt hard, baby! Oooooh, ram that cock to Mother's hot cunt! Ooooh, give it to me as hard as you can!"

  Davy, gripping his mother's twisting hips, began to beat his cock in and out, smacking against her ass cheeks. Molly gurgled, choking with the delight. There was something exciting about her son fucking her with his shorts on, her panties drawn to one side to give him access to her boiling cunt. She couldn't feel his balls swing, but that was okay for the time being.

  "You're hot and wet, Mother!" Davy groaned.

  "Hot for you, darling!" she responded in a thick voice. "Mother's cunt is so hot for you, for your hard cock! Fuck me, darling! Ohhhh, Lord, fuck me good!"

  The rampage of her son's cock sent every nerve of her body tingling. The way his cock throbbed inside her cunt made delicious waves of rapture burn through her. Although his cock was not big, it seemed to grow huge inside her pussy, stretching her cuntlips sweetly. Her long clit was just the right size to scrape and rub at the slippery shaft. She s
tretched her arms across the table, and gripped the edge. She closed her eyes to the ecstasy, moaning and sobbing as her ass danced wickedly for him. With each of his lunges, Molly strained her ass back against him, her cunt trying to suck his cock into her stomach.

  "Hurry, baby, hurry!" she screeched. "My cunt is on fire and you're going to make me come! Fuck hard and fast! Beat my pussy, darling! Pound Mother's cunt raw, fuck me raw!"

  Davy grunted and rammed his cock swiftly in and out. The wet sucking of his mother's cunt caused his balls to draw up tightly.

  "I'm about to come, too, Mother!"

  "In me!" she screamed. "Oh, baby, come in me! Come in my cunt... fill Mother's hungry cunt with sweet come juice!"

  Davy gave a powerful thrust, and Molly screamed as she came. Her cunt rippled tightly about his cock, puffing hard, Davy grunted again, his cock gushing.

  "Give it all to me!" Molly groaned. "Ohhhh, Davy, I love it! I can feel you coming in my pussy! Squirt it all into my cunt!"

  Davy was stiff behind his mother's shaking ass, his cock being drained into her greedy cunt. His eyes were unfocused but he gripped her hips with tight fingers.

  With a cry, Davy slumped across his mother's back, his hands leaving her hips and shoving beneath her body. Molly, feeling weak, managed to lift her chest enough so her son could hold her tight tits.

  "Oh, Lord," she moaned. "I can't ever get enough of you, Davy. I don't know what will happen with us, but I can't stop fucking you, ever."

  CHAPTER FOUR

  That afternoon the wind came up, but it wasn't bad.

  Molly had decided she would take her son shopping. She wanted to buy him new shorts, the brief hip-hugging type. There was no reason to drive, since they lived within walking distance of a small shopping center. With her son wearing his usual cut-off jeans, she dressed in a becoming summer frock, with two thin straps holding it up over her otherwise naked tits.

  Under the yellow dress, she wore a pair of frilly panties. The skirt swirled about her thighs and she wore leather sandals on her feet.