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

  The wind was not cool, but warm.

  The wind whipped her dress about her long thighs and shapely ass, outlining her body. Davy loved it, but Molly was slightly embarrassed, afraid her dress would fly up over her shoulders. Her panties concealed nothing, and if that happened, she would certainly provide onlookers with quite a show. The panties were two small triangles, with thin straps of elastic barely holding them on her hips. They felt nonexistent on her, which was exciting... if her dress didn't blow up.

  Davy wanted to walk behind her so he could see the wind press her dress against her body, and Molly found that exciting, too. They walked slowly in the sunny day, her chestnut hair blowing about her face. When the wind pressed her dress against her legs and ass, her cunt would respond him with a delirious twitch. She looked over her shoulder at her son, her eyes moving to the front of his cut-offs. She grinned when she saw his cock pressing at his shorts. She gave a more pronounced twitch to her shapely ass for his pleasure.

  Then, just what she was afraid of happened. A quick gust of wind caught her skirt, and it billowed upward. With a squeal, Molly tried to fight it down, but her son behind her giggled. He had caught a glimpse of her upper thighs and a very quick peek at her tight panties before Molly got the skirt down again. Embarrassed, she looked around to see if anyone other than her son had noticed.

  What few people she saw were not paying any attention to her. She looked over her shoulder at her son again, and she saw the head of his cock barely peeking from the fringe of his cut-offs. With a sharp intake of breath, she shook her head at him, but Davy paid her no mind. His eyes were glued to her ass, framed in her yellow skirt.

  She paused, waiting for her son to catch up with her, to warn him about his cock. But Davy stopped, too. After looking around again. Molly started walking again. After her first embarrassment, she found she wanted her skirt to blow up again.

  Inside the small clothing store, she tried to keep her son close, hoping his hard-on would not be seen by anyone. Fortunately, there were not many shoppers, and she began to search through racks of shirts. She had no intention of purchasing a shirt, but another idea had come to her. Davy was close, and as they stood near a ring of shirts, she shoved her hand down and caught the head of his cock. She pulled his prick from the leg of his cut-offs, making Davy giggle wickedly. With a quick glance around, Molly ducked down and into the tightly packed new shirts.

  Davy stood pressed at the shirts, his cock boldly exposed. Squatting in her hidden position, Molly licked her lips, gazing at her son's cock. The head was swollen, very smooth, and clear liquid beaded from his piss hole. She leaned forward through the shirts, kissing the head of his cock. She heard her son gasp, then his hips thrust forward. Trying to swallow a giggle, Molly ran the flat surface of her tongue about Davy's prick, tasting him. Her cunt pulsated inside her skimpy panties, and she could resist sliding a hand under her yellow skirt. Rubbing at her pantied cunt, she closed her lips about the head of her son's cock, her tongue licking. After she sucked him a moment, she pulled off and whispered.

  "You keep a look out, Davy. Let me know if a salesperson starts our way."

  Davy didn't answer by voice, but pressed his throbbing cock toward her face. Molly swallowed, hungry to have his cock inside her mouth. She licked her tongue across his piss hole, tasting the hot juice dripping there. With a very soft moan she could not suppress, Molly opened her mouth and gulped her son's cock into it. She closed her lips tightly about his prick, swallowing it to her throat. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue pressing upward to shove Davy's hard cock against the roof. Davy made a strangling sound, and she pulled from him.

  "Shhhhh!" she warned.

  And pulled his cock back into her mouth.

  With her hand under her skirt, her fingers rubbing at her pantied cunt, Molly started sucking her son off. She felt she had to suck him off quickly, or they might be caught. She bobbed her head back and forth, her wet, hot lips gliding smoothly. She kept her tongue in constant motion. The heat of her cunt increased, and she pressed hard at the crotch of her panties, smashing her long clit, stuffing the nylon into her juicy pussylips.

  She felt her son's hand slip through the shirts and rest on top of her head. He started to move, to work his hips, and she was afraid he would be seen. She sucked as hard as she could, drawing tightly, desperate to have him coming off into her mouth before someone saw them. Molly fought the desire to whimper and moan with pleasure. She slipped her finger into the crotch of her panties, rubbing almost brutally at her burning cunt. She managed to stop her hungry moans, but there was nothing she could do about the wet sucking sounds she made. Her pussy was on fire, and reluctantly she removed her hand. She couldn't make herself come, knowing she would scream with the convulsion, yet he couldn't stop touching herself as she sucked greedily on her son's cock. She caressed the creamy smoothness of her inner thighs, letting her cunt throb with wet heat, hoping she wouldn't come.

  Davy's cock throbbed hotly inside her mouth, and she felt him pressing down on her head. She knew he was struggling to be quiet, and that he was getting ready to come. With swift darts of her mouth, she fucked his cock as fast as she could. Sliding the tips of her fingers into his cut-offs, she fingered his balls, finding them hard and hot. His cock seemed to become larger between her lips, and her throat burned with anticipation. The hot gasp Davy made caused her to jerk. For a moment she thought he was letting her know someone was approaching, but then her mouth was suddenly filled with the thick, hot come juice. Gurgling softly, Molly began to swallow, her tongue tight on his cock. The fiery come juice gushed into her mouth, splashing the back of her throat. She choked once, then recovered and began to swallow with hunger, her tongue sliding about his spewing piss hole. Her cunt became tight, her pussylips sucking inward, her cunt feeling ready to burst.

  With a final squirt of come juice in her mouth, Molly pulled her lips from his cock, and quickly pressed her hand to her mouth, cutting off her soft squeal as her cunt contracted. The hand against her lips was the one she had used to feel her cunt, and the pussy juices seemed to sear them. To her surprise, she began to lick at her fingers as she squatted, hidden by the shirts, coming powerfully. Her body shook and she was in danger of falling, on her ass.

  It was a moment or so when she realized her son was no longer pressing his cock through the shirts. When she felt strong enough to crawl out, she stopped suddenly.

  There was a cock sliding through the shirts, and it wasn't her son's cock. This cock was long and thick and with a bulbous cockhead. Molly stared at it, suddenly afraid. The shirts parted a bit, and then she saw the slacks, the fly gaping open, a pair of hairy balls exposed. She drew her head back as the cock seemed to be searching for her mouth. She was shaking with fear, yet unable to crawl away. If she did, she would be even.

  The cock jerked up and down only inches from her face, the cockhead huge and smooth, the piss hole wide open. The balls looked loaded, and she could see them writhe. A big hand moved through the shirts, and Molly felt it on her head. She started to jerk her head backward, but the hand pulled her face forward.

  Wondering why her son had not warned her, and where he had gone off to, Molly found herself in a position where she had to suck this strange cock or be found out. Maybe she would be found out anyway. Yet she didn't have much choice. With her face flushed with embarrassment, she found the head of this big cock brushing back and forth on her lips, from one corner to the other. The dripping juices smeared her lips, making them slippery, and the big hand on her head was urging her to take the cock between her lips.

  As the head pressed against her lips, Molly found it impossible to resist. Impossible because the hand on her head was pulling her forward and the cock was moving between her lips. Her lips opened and the cock brushed her teeth. Silently sobbing, Molly found herself with a mouthful of strange cock. This one stretched her lips very wide, almost painfully so. It was so big she could hardly take it into her mouth. But the hand on her head kept p
uffing slowly. Her mouth filled, the hard cock crowding her tongue.

  She didn't think she could take any more cock, it was so big.

  The swollen prickhead pressed at her throat, but that was as far as it could go. Still, half the unknown man's cock was still out of her mouth. She had never seen such a huge cock before, and fearful that he would ram it down her throat and choke her, Molly began to suck as best she could. In that way, she thought, she could make this stranger come and she could find some way to get away. The faster she made him come, the better it would be.

  But when she tried to suck, she found she couldn't. All she could do was slide her lips back and forth on the throbbing, thick prickshaft. She heard a moan from the faceless man, and without touching him, Molly began fucking him with her mouth. She didn't have to hold her lips tight; his cock did that for her. Her tongue was pressed downward, and she could feel his swollen cockhead brushing back and forth on the roof of her mouth. She heard the unknown man sigh as she darted her lips back and forth. This time her cunt didn't swell, although her clit started to throb. It was partly with fear of discovery, but also because she wasn't very comfortable with the size of this cock.

  Her lips felt as if they would split as she pushed and pulled her mouth on the man's prick. She closed her eyes, and tried to make him come swiftly.

  Without a sound, the man came.

  Boiling come juice squirted from his huge piss hole, nearly choking Molly. She tried to keep from swallowing it, but it came so fast and hard, it ran down her throat anyway. Her mouth filled time and again, and the creamy juices of his balls seeped from her tightly stretched lips and ran to her chin. She tried once to pull off his cock, but he held her face tightly on it, his prick throbbing with spurt after spurt.

  Then the cock was gone.

  Molly remained squatting, wiping at her chin and lips. Her lips felt bruised, and she was afraid to sneak from the packed shirts.

  "You can come out now, Mother," she heard her son whisper. "He's gone."

  Peeking fearfully from the shirts, Molly moved forward, and then stood up, her legs like rubber. She looked around, her face burning with embarrassment. She saw only one man, and he was leaving the store. A young woman lounged near the cashier's desk, and there was no one else around.

  "I told you to warn me," Molly hissed. "Why didn't you tell me there was someone watching us?"

  "I didn't have time, Mother," Davy said. "He was standing behind me when I turned around. I couldn't warn you. What happened?"

  "I got fucked in the mouth, that's what happened," Molly said, her face flushed pink. "That son of a bitch made me suck his cock off."

  "I'm sorry, Mother," Davy said, looking down shyly. "I didn't have time to let you know he was there."

  "I understand, Davy," she replied, hugging him quickly. "It isn't your fault. I should have known better than to try that in a store."

  She found the shorts she wanted to buy for her son. She kept tasting the come juice of the man in her mouth, and there was a quivering in her cunt. The insides of her thighs were slippery with her own juices. She paid for the shorts and hurried out with her son close behind her. She felt as if everyone knew what she had done, and she looked straight ahead of her and walked hurriedly, Davy behind her again.

  They were halfway home when she stopped, Davy came up beside her, and Molly giggled suddenly.

  "That was crazy," she said. "Sucking some asshole off in a store, and not knowing who he was."

  Davy grinned. "Did you like it, Mother?"

  Molly thought about it for a moment, then with her eyes sparkling, nodded her head. "I liked it, but he was too big. I couldn't suck him very well at all."

  Davy grinned again. "But you liked it, huh?"

  "I was so afraid! I thought I would piss my panties, honey," she said, laughing in a low sound. "But, yes... I enjoyed it."

  "Did it make your cunt hot, Mother?"

  Molly looked about quickly. They were the only ones on the sidewalk. She grabbed her son's hand, jerked it under her skirt and pressed his palm over her crotch.

  "Is that hot enough?" she whispered, smearing his hand into her drenched panties.

  Davy giggled as she released his hand. He lifted his hand to his face and kissed his wet fingers. Molly moaned softly, and grabbed his hand again. "We've got to hurry home now," she said.

  "Why?"

  "Because I'll come right here if we don't!" She began skipping like a child, gripping her son's hand tightly. The wind plastered her yellow dress against her slender body, but now she didn't care if it blew up. She didn't care if it blew over her head and five dozen people saw her shapely ass.

  Turning up the walk to the house, she said: "You better have a hard cock by the time I get the door open, Davy."

  She fumbled with the lock, her fingers shaking so badly she had some trouble. Behind her, Davy was grinning. The wind had her skirt molded against his slender thighs and ass, and his cock was already lifting out of his cut-offs.

  With a sudden giggle, Davy flipped his mother's skirt upward, and the wind pressed it there. He stared at his mother's pantied ass, exposed to anyone who might be looking.

  The door opened, and Molly darted into the house, shrieking in alarm.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Slamming the door as soon as her son was in the house, Molly whirled on him.

  "You little sneak!" she cried, and immediately jerked his cut-offs down. His cock swung free, jutting upward. "You want everyone to see my ass, do you?"

  She was laughing as she clutched at his cock. With her free hand, she was trying to get out of her dress. Davy pulled the straps off her shoulders, and somehow, between the two of them, with Molly, clinging to his cock, they managed to unzip the dress. It fell at her feet, and she stood in her flimsy panties. Davy's fingers jerked the soaked crotch of his mother's panties aside, and Molly pressed her naked son backward until he leaned against the door. She spread her legs and fitted his hard cock to her bushy cunt. She was just tall enough, Davy just short enough, so that his cock fit into her hairy cunt as they stood there.

  With a gurgle of pleasure, Molly stuffed her son's cock into her cunt and began jiggling her ass up and down, fucking him. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh. She hissed and whimpered as she squirmed her hips up and down, her cunt riding his cock. Davy leaned against the door, gasping with pleasure.

  "Flip my dress up outside, would you!" Molly panted, thrusting her cunt onto his cock hard. "Show Mother's ass, would you? Not tell me some fucking strange man was watching me suck your cock, would you? Walk off while I have to suck that fucking cock in the store, would you? I'll show you, Davy! I'll fuck your young cock off! Mother's cunt will burn your fucking cock off!"

  "Do it, Mother!" he gasped, grabbing for her hips. "Fuck my cock off, Mother! Fuck it hard, Mother!"

  But Molly yanked her ass backwards.

  With a single motion, she stripped her panties off. Then she once again spread her thighs and pulled her son's cock into her cunt. She churned her naked ass furiously, fucking him easily as they stood there. She brought her panties to his face, smearing the pussy-wet crotch about his mouth.

  "Taste my panties," she hissed hotly. "Suck on the crotch of my pussy-wet panties, Davy!"

  She stuffed her panties into his mouth, and seeing him sucking at the crotch so eagerly sent wild fire through Molly. She humped her hips powerfully, the upper part of her body almost rigid. She watched his young face contort with rapture.

  "Hold my hips, Davy!" she urged. "Hold Mother's hips, because I'm going to fuck your hard cock so fast! Ohhh, hang on, Davy! Suck on my panties and hang on tight!"

  She could feel his cock throbbing with the sensitive lips of her hairy cunt. Her extra-long clit seemed to become the size of his cock as she smashed it time and again at his cockroot. She shoved her hand down and squeezed his tight balls, squealing with ecstasy. Leaving his balls, she scooted her hand feverishly behind him. Cupping a tight c
heek of her son's ass, she strained her cunt to him, whimpering hotly. Davy's knees bent as he tried to hump his cock up and down in his mother's thrashing cunt. He had sucked half her panties into his mouth, and his eyes rolled about with rapture. Molly gasped and clung to his shoulder with one hand, the other clasping a naked cheek of his ass. She pounded frantically on his cock, feeling an orgasm starting to burn and bubble deep inside her cunt.

  "I'm going to come, darling!"

  Davy only panted in reply.

  Molly's tits jiggled as she increased the fury of her pumping motions, riding her son's cock desperately. She made a few choking sounds, her head lifted high, eyes tight. Her lips parted and a scream exploded from her throat. The hairy lips of her cunt began contracting on Davy's cock, squeezing and rippling wetly.

  "Ohhhh, Lord! Oh, baby!" Molly sobbed. As her cunt convulsed, she smashed it hard onto his prick, no longer thrusting, but grinding now.

  "Davy, come in me!" she squealed. "Please, give it to me! My cunt is so hot, darling! Give Mother's cunt your come juice!"

  With a grunt, Davy came.

  The hot splashing of his young come juice into her pussy made Molly's mind reel. Her cunt kept a tight grip around his cock as he came, the throbbing squirts making her flesh shiver with ecstasy.

  "Oooooh, baby!" Molly cried. "Can you feel it? Can you feel my cunt sucking your cock, drawing your come juice out of your sweet, sweet balls?"

  Davy groaned a reply, slumping against the door as he finished. His knees buckled and he slipped down, his cock leaving her cunt. Molly stood spraddle-legged, bracing herself with her hands on the door, breathing harshly, her tits lifting and falling. Davy, sitting on the floor, looked into his mother's cunt with unfocused eyes, seeing her long clit, watching the hair-lined lips of her pussy twitch.

  "That was fantastic!" Molly gasped. "That was the best fuck yet, baby."

  Weakly, she squatted before him, gently removing her panties from his mouth. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him almost tenderly. The kiss became harder, and her tongue moved past his lips and teeth. She licked the insides of her son's mouth, then pulled back. She remained squatting in front of him, her eyes taking on a glowing expression.