Kathy Andrews - Free and easy mother

Sitting in her new, short skirt, Kathy knew when she crossed her knees that Kenny could see up the creamy expanse of her thigh. That was the idea, to get his attention.

She felt all shivery and wicked doing it, and Kathy loved to shiver in wickedness. It was almost like having an orgasm, but not quite. The short skirt was tan in color, matching her light brown blouse. The blouse was half a size too small, and her firm, widely spaced tits strained

against the stretching nylon. Her nipples were beautifully defined, puckered and hard. Although she was not wearing nylons or panty hose, her legs were well tanned. On her feet, she wore knee-high, heeled boots made of soft leather.

Kathy's rich brown hair shimmered in the sun light, falling in silky waves to her shoulders. She looked out over the green park with hot blue eyes, a suggestive, but small, smile on her full, moist lips. Rocking her foot, she could feel the pressure of her inner thighs against her cunt. The rocking motion felt good, kept her in a constant state of moist arousal. But then, Kathy was always in a moist state of arousal.

She loved to feel the moist heat between her thighs, loved to show her long legs off, loved to wear tight-fitting skirts, dresses, jeans almost anything that revealed her tall, curvy body to perfection. She loved to be looked at, especially with desire. She loved to see the effect her body had on men. She was very pleased if she could create a hard-on that bulged from their pants. A man looking at her with a hard, on was the evidence Kathy needed to know she was beautiful, desirable, needed. She needed to be desired, needed. It made her happy when she was needed.

But despite her eagerness to show off, flash

her silky thighs, Kathy was not a cock-teaser. But on the other hand, she wouldn't fuck just any guy that came on to her. She had always been particular, and maybe that was the problem. Maybe she was too particular, she told herself. Maybe that was why she wasn't getting fucked as often as she wanted. She wanted to get fucked constantly, but not by just anyone with a hard-on.

The lucky guy that managed to fuck Kathy found himself with a woman of his dreams. Once she fucked a guy, she was his, loyal and faithful. She would do anything for him, anything at all. Whatever pleased him, turned him on, she was his eager, uninhibited partner. But Kathy had been hurt by most of those guys. She had been hurt by her husband, who couldn't accept her eager, intense, erotic hungers, never believing a girl with such appetites could possibly be faithful. After he had left in a paranoid condition, Kathy had been devastated. She began taking on anyone who showed kindness to her, but as usual, it never lasted. They all had been like her ex-husband: jealous, paranoid, not believing she could be such a hot piece of ass and still true to them.

That was the reason for Kenny.

Kenny; her son.

Kenny loved her, seldom made demands on

her, never accused her of being untrue. He was always hugging her, telling her he loved her. She returned his affection, taking delight in his hands and kisses. When she realized the effect he was giving her, she didn't feel shocked-she felt elated. Her attention toward him became more of a girlfriend than a mother, and Kenny appeared to enjoy this.

When she understood he was, getting an interest in her body other than closeness, Kathy made up her mind. She wanted to fuck Kenny, fuck her son, be his woman. With Kenny, she would not need another guy. With Kenny, she wouldn't be afraid of accusations, real or imagined. Kenny would accept her, accept what she had to give, without question. She was certain of that.

Kenny sat on the grass before her, paying no attention to any of the boys and girls in the park. That was another thing she liked about him. He devoted his time to her. He sat with his legs crossed, leaning back with his hands behind him. He wore a pair of faded, cut-off jeans, with sneakers. Otherwise nothing. Kathy loved to see him dressed this way. His young chest was so smooth and hairless, and his thighs, although still boyish, were muscular. She gazed at him, her eyes soft with affection, rocking her foot up and down. She appreciated the way her

son looked at her exposed knees and thighs without embarrassment. She appreciated the fact that he looked at her as a woman, not with the sly, dirty expression so many had when they looked at her.

Kenny uncrossed his legs and spread them out in front of him.

"Are you getting hot, honey?" she asked, her voice soft.

He nodded, his eyes burning on her thigh.

"The sun?" she questioned.

"Partly, Mom," he said, and Kathy caught his meaning.

"And partly what, baby?"

"You," he admitted.

"Me?" She pretended surprise. "Why am I making you hot, Kenny?"

"You always make me hot!" he replied.

Kathy's eyes gazed steadily into his, then she gave him a small, slow smile, the tip of her tongue moving across her lips in slow motion. Kenny spread his feet on the pass, and Kathy stared openly between them. The frayed legs of his cut-offs were tight at the crotch. She could see, just inside the right leg of his shorts, the white of his jockeys. She wished he had not worn his jockeys. Maybe after her eyes moved about her son's crotch, looking for a hard-on. He didn't have one. Maybe it was

because they were in the park, with others around. Kathy hoped that was not the reason. She wanted him to have a hard-on, right here in the park, and she didn't care who noticed it.

With obvious deliberateness, she uncrossed her knee, and slowly lifted the other, but before crossing it, she allowed her son time to peek between her knees. She was wearing a pair of very skimpy panties, pink, with black lace. She watched his eyes as she slowly and deliberately exposed her panties to him. She shivered deliciously as Kenny's eyes widened a bit, his breathing suddenly still.

Then she finished crossing her knees. Once more she swung her foot, allowing her short skirt to hike up until it was almost in her lap. Kenny gazed at his mother's thighs a long moment, then lifted his face to look into her eyes. Kathy flashed a smile, then poked her tongue out playfully at him, wrinkling her nose cutely.

Now her son was getting a hard-on!

She saw his cock swell along his stomach, and she held her eyes there, knowing her son was aware of her interest. She swung her foot up and down a bit faster, causing her skirt to ride higher. An inch or so more and her panties would be exposed. Kenny shifted on the grass, starting to roll onto his side.

"No," she whispered quickly. "Don't turn, honey.

"But, Mom?"

"Stay like you are, please," she whispered. "Don't move, baby."

Kenny looked around, but no one was near enough to see his hard-on. He looked into his mother's face, saw those brown eyes gleaming, then down at her thrusting tits which were rising and falling faster as Kathy became more excited.

"You know what's happening, Mom?"

"I can see it," she murmured, holding her eyes on the front of his cut-offs, making certain he knew she liked what she saw.

Kenny stared unblinkingly at her, his feet spread apart, leaning back on his elbows now, his cock swelling hard, outlined inside his shorts. Kathy ran her tongue over her lips, and soft purring sounds came from her. She rocked her foot faster, and then, very slowly, stopped. She uncrossed her legs. The short skirt was at her lap, and without looking around to see if they were watched, she parted her knees. She never took her eyes from her son's obvious hard-on. She heard Kenny gasp, and knew he had a good peek between her legs, saw her panties. She allowed him to look, then pushed her knees almost together, but not quite. Although Kenny could no longer see his mother's panties, he