"Yeah!" Jim grunted, his hips pushing forward, his fist racing back and forth.
"Do it!"
"I am!"
"Now!"
Almost as if on command, thick, creamy come-juice squirted from the head of her son's cock. The force was such that the come-juice spattered upon Kathy's hand, the one holding her tit up. She squealed, watching the come juice spew out of his prick. Her cunt became tight, and she was coming, too. The back of her hand tingled with Jim's dripping come-juice, and she squeezed her tit hard. Squirt after squirt of come juice shot from Jim's cock, each one splashing against her flesh. It was on her hand, her lower arm, and the rest landed on her quivering, naked stomach.
Jim squeezed his prick, drawing downward on it, and the final bubble of creamy come juice clung to the piss hole for a moment, then dropped into the tub.
"That was beautiful, Jim," Kathy gasped.
Jim stuffed his cock into his cut-offs. Kathy wanted to tell him to let that lovely cock dangle free, openly, so she could see it. But she said nothing.
Jim turned and left, showing no embarrassment.
Kathy leaned back in the tub, the water now covering her body. She held her hand up, gazing at Jim's come-juice. It glistened wetly, still hot. She drew her hand to her face, smelling his come-juice. The tip of her tongue flicked outward, and she ran it through the wetness. The taste of her son's come-juice filled her mouth. She licked the back of her hand almost feverishly moaning softly. The taste was sweet, hot, burning at her throat as she swallowed.
Turning the faucet off, Kathy slowly began to bathe.
A fantasy she had enjoyed for years had finally happened.
Ever since she had been a very little girl, ever since she had seen a man pissing near a tree, she had fantasized about watching a man piss. The thought of seeing a cock pissing was enough to make her cunt bubble. She had, for years, used the faucet of her bathtub, pretending it was a cock, a lovely cock, pissing upon her cunt, upon her asshole.
Now, she had watched a cock taking a piss. After all these years of fantasizing about it, she had watched a cock pissing, and up close. The fact that it was her son taking a piss enhanced her pleasure.
Kathy was forty, divorced for almost two years. She had such wild, delicious fantasies, and she had wanted to share them, but her ex-husband's ego had been a fragile thing. He would not have understood. Certainly he would not have helped her act out those fantasies. He was an in-and-out man, a man who felt a cock belonged in a woman's cunt and no place else. If a woman wanted anything besides a straight fuck, he considered her to be weird, perverted, disgusting.
So Kathy had suffered through the marriage, indulging in her fantasies for satisfaction. She seldom came when her husband fucked her, but always pretended she had. Then, when he was asleep at her side, with her cunt on fire, Kathy would play with her pussy and dream of wild, erotic, wanton fucking where anything could happen.
When he left her for a younger woman, Kathy was almost relieved.
Once he was gone, she could indulge herself as long and as noisily as she wanted in the privacy of her bedroom.
Now, she climbed from the tub, pulling the drain plug.
Kathy was tall, slender, a woman who made men drool. Her tits were perfect in size and shape, as tight and high as they had been when she was leading the cheering sections in high school at football games. Her waist was narrow and her stomach flat. Her hips were round, with long slim thighs. The soft hair on her cunt was thick and silky. She was an auburn-haired woman, a deep, rich auburn color, with green eyes, small nose and full, moist lips. Her body was creamy, lightly tanned, with tan lines on her hips and tits.
Draping a huge towel around her nakedness, she stepped into the hall and to her room. She knew she was beautiful, but she wasn't vain about it. She knew men followed her with their eyes, dreaming how would be to slide their cocks into her tight, slippery cunt. Long ago, a boyfriend had told her she was a walking wet dream, and it had delighted her.
Kathy was also a crotch-watcher.
She looked at every man's crotch. She wondered about the size and shape of a man's cock behind his pants, if his balls were big and hairy, loaded with delicious, boiling come-juice. It particularly delighted her, if she saw a man with a hard-on.
Once, about five years ago, she had seen, a man with a lovely bulge in his tight pants, and she had gazed openly at it, thinking how nice it would be to shove her hand inside his pants, right there in public, and stroke his cock, make him come in her hand. Of course, she never gave in to any such impulse, but it was exciting to think about doing it.
She sat on her bed, the towel still draped about her. She had to dress if she wanted to get Jim there on time. Each weekend, she had to drive him across town to spend two days with his father. She had tried to get his father to pick Jim up, but he refused. Once, his present wife did come and pick Jim up, but Kathy didn't like that very much. The woman was about ten years younger than Kathy, a very beautiful blonde. And Kathy was a little jealous of her because Jim seemed to like his stepmother.
Standing up, she found a lightweight, sleeveless sweater, and she pulled it on. She started to slip into a new pair of pantyhose, but decided it was too hot for those. She rummaged about in her dresser, searching through her panties and bra. She was amazed that all her panties were designed for one reason only – to excite and arouse. They were all skimpy, whispy bits of nothing, but she had no one to wear them for… no one to see her in them.
She held up a smoky piece of material, a very flimsy pair of panties.
With a shrug, she stuffed them back into the drawer and moved to her closet. She lifted out a lemon-yellow skirt, tight, with buttons all the way up the left side. It was designed for a woman to be as bold as she dared, and Kathy placed it on her bed, wondering how bold she would be today.
She stood and brushed hr hair, wearing only the light sweater. Her tits strained at the material, her nipples pressing forward. From the waist down, she was deliciously naked.
A smile came over her face and she winked at herself in the mirror. She grinned. She looked down at her naked lower body.
"Why not?" she whispered. "It would only be fair."
She gave her ass a saucy twist and stepped to her bedroom door. She opened it and peered down the hall. She could hear the television going, but she could not see her son.
For a teasing, delicious moment, Kathy stepped out into the hall, feeling wicked to be naked from her waist down.
"Jim?"
"Yes, Mother?"
"Are you ready to go?"
"Yes, I'm ready."
"Jim, would you come here for a minute?" Kathy called, her voice shaking with anticipation.
CHAPTER TWO
When she heard him, Kathy stepped back into her roam. She sat on her bed, facing the door, her hands resting on the mattress and her knees closed. She was shaking with anticipation, with growing pleasure. She was breathing excitedly as she waited, her tits lifting and falling as her cunt steamed. She gazed at the door she had left open.
Jim stood there, his eyes widening as he saw his mother wearing only the tight sweater and nothing else. His eyes moved about her body, from her straining tits to her knees, then back again, making the trip several times.
Kathy watched the front of his cut-offs. The thought came into her mind that Sandy, Jim's stepmother, could get a glimpse of his cock if she looked right at it. The idea of Jim's stepmother seeing his cock the way she had in the bathroom made her feel jealous.
"Look, darling," she whispered, slowly parting her knees.
Jim gasped.
His mother sat on the edge of the bed, her knees open. He saw her dark cunt-hair, but not the pink wetness of her cunt… not yet.