Naughty like Mom

CHAPTER THREE

It was almost noon, and Sandy stood on the highest part of the ladder. She was scraping at paint on the garage, getting the building ready for fresh painting.

She wore a dress, deliberately, because her son stood at the base of the ladder, looking up. She wished she had not worn panties because Richard loved to see her cunt, her rounded ass. But she knew that he also liked seeing her in panties. They had gone to bed the night before and spent half of it fucking once again.

It had been decided between them that since neither felt shame, that they had found each other erotic, there would be many ways in which they could excite each other.

It was one of the reasons Sandy was on the ladder now instead of her son. She stood with her feet about half a foot apart, letting him just see the lacy crotch of her panties. Her cunt pulsated, and her mind certainly wasn't on scraping paint. She looked down at her son, grinning, noticing his cock pressing at his jeans.

"You like the view, huh?" she asked.

"It's beautiful, Mom."

"If that bulge in your pants is any indication," she replied, "you can always look under my dress."

She arched her ass back a bit, giving her son a nice look.

"You're getting my panties wet," she giggled. "Can you see?"

He nodded, his eyes bright. "Just getting back at you for making my cock hard," he said.

"Why don't you climb up here and do something about it?"

"We'd break our ass, that's why," he laughed, stroking her lower leg. "Why don't you come down here and do something, Mom?"

"Mmmmmm, that's a thought," she said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Fucking you!" he giggled.

Sandy had started to come down the ladder when Julie rounded the corner.

"Oh, shit," Sandy whispered.

Julie, with her beautiful blonde pony tails, her huge blue eyes, and sweet face, was dressed in a lovely little dress. She greeted Sandy, then said to Richard, "Wanna ride bikes?"

"Well, I was gonna help Mom," he said, looking up at his mother, trying to conceal his hard-on from Julie.

Sandy had closed her legs, looking down at Julie. She saw a sparkle in those blue eyes she had sat seen, nor noticed before. But alter what Richard had said about the girl, Sandy realized those eyes indicated afire of erotic lust.

"Go on, honey," she said. "I can manage alone."

Richard looked up with a protest on his lips, but his mother winked at him. Sandy shoved her ass back from the ladder, giving her son one final peek at her lacy panties. He grinned at her, then walked into the garage to get his bike. She remained on the ladder and watched him wheel it beside Julie, then follow her back to her house to get her bike.

She began to scrape at the old paint again, her mind going over the things Richard had said about the girl. Perhaps, she thought with a smile, he would fuck Julie today. She wanted to hear all the juicy details if he did, and she was sure they would fuck.

"Have you seen my sister?"

Sandy jumped. She had been deep in thought about her son fucking Julie, and, when Tommy came up and spoke, she damn near pissed in her panties.

"Oh!" she said. "Tommy, you frightened me."

"I'm sorry, Sandy," the boy said.

He was standing at the base of the ladder, trying hard not to look up. That one brief peek had shown him this lovely woman's thighs and panties, and now he was embarrassed.

Sandy smiled, knowing what he had seen. Recalling that Tommy, too, had come close to being seduced by his sister, Sandy made certain her skirt swung out in case he peeked again.

"Julie went off bike riding with Richard," she said. "Didn't they invite you, Tommy?"

"Julie is always doing this to me," he said.

"Well, why don't you stay here and wait for them to come back? You can help me scrape paint."

"I guess so, Sandy," he said, looking at his feet. "What do you want me to do?"

"I'm getting tired," she replied, coming down the ladder. "Why don't you scrape awhile."

"Okay," he agreed.

Sandy looked at his pants and grinned. He had gotten enough of a peek under her dress to make his cock hard. She handed him the scraper, hoping that what she had in mind wouldn't shock the shit out of him. But if he was messing with his sister, too, he needed what she was ready to give him – her hot cunt!

Tommy went up the ladder, and Sandy stood at the base looking up at him. He wore jogging shorts, and his thighs were smooth and hairless. When he started scraping, her eyes fixed upon his small ass and Sandy pressed her hand against her cunt.

She stepped up on the two bottom rungs of the ladder and placed her hands on his thighs. She felt Tommy tremble but he didn't look down at her. He began to scrape paint furiously. Sandy knew she could do it now.

Tommy wouldn't make a sound.

She stroked his thighs, moving her fingers to the edges of his shorts. Her eyes blazed with hunger as she placed her palms on the cheeks of his ass, outside his shorts. She began to feel his ass, squeezing his ass checks. Tommy gasped, but remained still, trembling as her hands fondled him. She slipped one hand underneath his shorts, finding the leg of his jockey shorts.

"Sandy, what are you doing?"

"Hush, baby," she whispered, digging her fingers into the flesh of his ass. "Just hush and enjoy it."

She felt his ass tighten, and squeezed it.

"Nice," she whispered. "Very nice, Tommy!"

She leaned in, kissing the back of his leg, darting the tip of her tongue against his flesh. When she started licking his thigh, she slipped her other hand in front of him, feeling his cock.

"Golly, Sandy," he grunted, dropping the scraper and leaning against the ladder.

She squeezed his cock and ass.

"You like what I'm doing, Tommy?" she whispered, running her tongue near the edge of his shorts.

"Yes, I like it, Sandy, but…"

"Then hush and enjoy it."

She shoved the leg of his shorts up, seeing the crease of his ass crack blending with his thigh. At the same time, she shoved her other hand into his shorts, trying to get his cock free.

"Help me, Tommy," she hissed.

With his help, she got his cock out of the side of his shorts. Gripping his prick tightly, she began to pump, to jack his cock. She dug her fingers into his ass cheek as she jerked his prick, her tongue flicking at his thigh, licking at the crease.

"Such a big hard-on," she murmured. "I love it when a boy has a hard-on, Tommy. It feels so good, touching a cock when it's so hard. Can you come, Tommy? I'd love to make you come."

Holding his cock tight, jacking back and forth, she felt her cunt start to bubbling with juicy heat. She knew neighbors could see them but she didn't care. She felt driven to jack Tommy off. She never felt this way before yesterday, would never in the world do such a thing, but after fucking her son, Sandy knew what she wanted and she was going for it.

Her fist pumped at his cock, her hands at his ass shoving his shorts as far away as she could. She stared at the exposed cheek of his ass, then began to kiss and lick feverishly, jerking swiftly on his pulsating prick.

Tommy was hanging onto the ladder, his legs shaking, not understanding but not wanting to stop.

"We've got to hurry before someone sees us," Sandy said, breathing hotly against the exposed cheek of his ass. "We've got to make you come quickly, baby."

She pounded hard and fast on his cock, wishing he was naked, wanting to watch his young balls swing, to see and lick at his young ass. Never had she done such a thing as kiss an ass, or even considered doing so, but that was before. She was different now, a changed woman – an erotic woman.

"Oh… oooh," she heard Tommy pant.

His cock jerked in her pumping fist. Sandy whimpered with excitement, jacking as fast as she could, her arm around his hip. She saw his exposed ass cheek tighten as he pressed into her jerking fist. His cock throbbed powerfully, so hard she was amazed. She darted her tongue out to lick the flat surface about the smooth flesh of his ass cheek, her breath hot. Her cunt was pulsing wetly, and she wondered if perhaps she, too, would come.

Tommy was groaning loudly now, clinging to the ladder with his arms wrapped about it. Pressing her face against the cheek of his trembling ass, Sandy kissed, opening her lips and sucking at his fevered ass cheek. His cock was close to eruption now, very close. She jacked him so hard that her fist made a smacking sound.

"I'm… gonna… oh, Sandy!"

She felt the deep pulsation as his cock squirted.

"Mmmmmm, beautiful," she whispered against his ass, her lips kissing in a feverish way, the tip of her tongue licking in frenzy. She felt some of his hot come juice on her hand as it gushed from his cock to fly downward. She cupped the head of his cock, letting him came into her palm. Her cunt seemed to expand, and then she was in a fantastic orgasm of her own. Jacking on his cock once more, her fist slippery with come juice, she kept it up until his balls were empty. Even then she didn't want to turn him loose, but his cock was softening, becoming small. The spasms her cunt had gone through made her weak, so weak she had to lean into the ladder and wait for strength to return to her legs before she attempted to step down.

She gave his cock a pat, then stepped to the ground. Her first instinct was to glance about quickly, wondering if anyone had seen what she had done to Tommy. No one was about, but she blushed faintly, yet she felt good. She looked up at the boy who still clung to the ladder.

"Come down, Tommy," she said softly.

Her eyes blazed at the one ass cheek as Tommy climbed down the ladder. When he turned toward her, he looked down at the ground shyly. His cock was still out, and she saw his prick glistening wetly in the sun. A glob of come juice was on his thigh near one knee. She stooped and wiped it away, wiping her finger on her dress.

She tucked a finger under his chin, lifting his face. Although there was a flush on his face, his eyes sparkled. She smiled down at him and suddenly pressed her lips to his, kissing the startled boy.

"Don't act so embarrassed, Tommy," she said softly. "I wanted to jerk you off, and don't tell me you didn't like it."

"I won't," Tommy said, his voice low.

She placed her hand on his wet cock, giving him a gentle squeeze, and his flush burned deeper.

Sandy laughed with delight and pulled at his prick.

"Come on, Tommy," she said. "Stop blushing."

"I can't help it," he replied.

"Here, look at this," Sandy said, and she lifted her skirt in front. Tommy gulped as he stared at her thighs, at her lacy panties. "Now, is that anything to blush about? Tommy, this is for fun!"

She ran her hand down between her thighs, feeling the wetness of her panties. Looking about almost guiltily, she took his wrist and pressed his palm into her cunt, rubbing his hand back and forth.

"See how wet that made me, Tommy?" she murmured. "Let's go inside. Wouldn't you like to be alone with me, someplace where I could let you see what you want?"

He nodded, his eyes blazing at the little bulge of her panties. His cock started swelling as he looked.

"We can do a lot of things with your cock, Tommy. Come on, let's go inside the house."

She turned and went to the back door, but Tommy's feet seemed rooted to the ground, his eyes riveted upon the sway of Sandy's beautifully shaped ass. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder, seeing his hesitation. Sandy flipped the back of her dress up, wiggling her pantied ass teasingly at him.

"Well, are you going to come in with me?" she whispered.

Tommy nodded, gazing at her rounded ass.

When she saw him moving toward her, Sandy entered the house. When Tommy came in, his cock was sticking straight out, pointing the way for him. They stood in the kitchen, and Sandy knew how nervous Tommy was. She lifted her dress and tucked it into the waist of her panties, then unbuttoned the top. The bra hooked in front and she opened it. Tom my gasped loudly when her lovely tits lifted free. Sandy cupped her tits, stroking them as she looked at him with smoldering eyes. His cock strained out, very hard again, still wet with come juice.

A thought came to Sandy quickly as she stared at his young cock. She had sucked her ex-husband once before, and although he had loved it, Sandy had found it distasteful and refused to do it again. But now… Tommy's cock looked so delicious, so suckable. She ran her tongue over her lips.

Still caressing her tits, she moved toward him. Placing her hand on his cock, she squeezed hard enough to make the boy moan, to make his eyes half close with pleasure. He tried to say something, but the words came out garbled. Placing her hand at the back of his head, she pulled his mouth to her titties, rubbing a hard nipple back and forth on his lips.

"Suck it, Tommy," she urged with a husky whisper. "Suck my titty. It's all right, Tommy, I want you to suck my tit."

Sandy closed her eyes and tilted her head up when she felt the wet heat of his mouth close about her sensitive nipple. He sucked, but still seemed shy. She pulled her tit from his mouth, and Tommy had a pink color on his face.

"You just stand still, Tommy," she whispered, sinking to her knees. "You stand still and don't say anything."

She grasped his hips, staring at his cock as she knelt before him. Hooking a finger into the crotch of his jogging and jockey shorts, she pulled them to one side, and his lovely young balls slipped out. Sandy sucked in an excited hiss of air and opened her lips. The head of his cock went into her mouth. Her face turned up slightly, her eyes blazing into Tommy's shocked eyes. She tasted the come juice that smeared the head of his cock, and the flavor seemed so different from her ex-husband's.

She rolled her tongue about the smooth cock head, licking.

Then, with a muffled cry, Sandy started sucking at Tommy's cock frantically, her fingers digging into his hips, her face jerking back and forth. She closed her lips as tight as she could about his throbbing cock, taking his prick deeply. The prick head smashed at the back of her throat, but she didn't choke or gag. She could take every beautiful inch of his young cock into her mouth, her lips pressing at the base where a few hairs sprouted. His balls pressed at her chin as she held his cock deep, her lips writhing as her tongue licked.

"Mmmmmm," she whimpered and began sucking back and forth again. Her eyes were open, still looking up at the surprised boy, but they rolled around as her pleasure swelled. His cock was hot and hard and tasted so good. Even the come juice smeared on the prick shaft tasted good on her tongue. "Mmmmmm!"

Tommy was shaking again. He had never felt anything so wonderful in his life. Sandy's mouth was very wet, and her lips gripped his cock tightly. Her tongue seemed to be in constant movement as she pulled and shoved her mouth on his cock.

Sandy shoved her hands from his hips, underneath his shorts.

She clutched at his tight young ass with feverish hunger, sucking wildly now. Her hair flew in disarray about her shoulders, and she gurgled and panted and mewled. The throbbing heat of his cock burned at her tight lips, making them tingle like burning fire.

Her cunt was a raging storm once again. The hairy pussy lips puffed out inside her wet panties, and her clitoris seemed to be straining more then ever. Her emotions seemed out of whack, and she became desperate to have Tommy's cock spurting his young come juice into her mouth. She didn't understand why she wanted to suck Tommy's cock off, especially since she had hated it with her ex-husband.

The cheeks of her ass clenched as she sucked with a wild, burning greed. She moaned and whimpered with soaring pleasure, her lips gobbling at his cock as fast as they could move. She felt an insane desire to swallow his hard cock, swallow his balls.

Tommy was trying to pull his cock from her mouth now, dancing about frantically. He was grunting loudly, trying to shove her head back, to jerk his cock from her hot, wet mouth. But Sandy was equally determined to make him come off in her mouth.

And she did.

The hot, creamy come juice splashed about her tongue, striking at the back of her throat with force.

She gurgled wetly, and began to swallow hungrily as his cock sent squirt after squirt into her mouth. The thick, hot came juice surprised her. It was sweet… hot and sweet on her tongue. She moaned, swallowing in gulping hunger, as her pussy suddenly convulsed with a fiery orgasm. That was an added delight, and, while Tommy kept shooting that sweet come juice into her mouth, her throat working to take every drop, she dug her hands into the cheeks of his ass and jerked his crotch forward. Her lips smashed at the base, the head of his spraying cock against her throat.

Tommy was no longer fighting to shove her mouth off his cock. He stood on shaking legs, staring down into her lovely face, his cock sniffed deep into her mouth. His expression was that of a boy enduring more ecstasy than he thought possible, but one of fear, too. He didn't know what Sandy would have to say about his coming off into her mouth.

Sandy clung to his cock with her hot, tight lips until her cunt became calm and he wasn't coming any longer. She pulled her head back, sucking tightly at his cock, flicking her tongue along his piss-hole, making sure there was no more creamy come juice.

Sitting on her heels, she grinned wickedly up at the astonished boy, still cupping the cheeks of his ass, but lightly now. Tommy stared down at her, seeing her wet lips and long legs.

"Gosh!" he grunted.

"Nice, wasn't it?"

"I… gosh."

Sandy pressed her face to his soft cock, kissing gently. "I promised you could see what you want, Tommy."

She stood up, pulling her skirt out of her panties and holding it high. She shaved her panties down almost to her knees, arching her hips forward and opening her legs, stretching the panties.

Tommy gulped as he looked at her hairy cunt.

"Now," Sandy said softly, pulling her panties back up and smoothing her dress. "You saw my cunt. Come back later and you can fuck it, baby."

Tommy straightened his shorts, then ran from the house.