Andrew’s Delightful Attributes.

The women in Andrew’s life, are getting frisky.

Based on a post by Meow 5 meow. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Mom catches Andrew Solo.

Eliza woke up to her Saturday morning and rolled over to look at her clock, it said 9am, which was an hour before she usually rose. She knew Andrew would already be up because he was an early riser; like his father had been. So she pulled a robe around herself and headed downstairs quietly. When she entered the kitchen there was no one there, she checked around the house but didn't see him. Still sleepy she let the mystery and worry go and made herself some coffee and a bagel.

She finished her breakfast quickly because felt a little uncomfortable with the dead silence in the house. She wondered where her son went. He tended to be pretty active in the mornings but didn't usually leave the house till he saw her. Some mornings Andrew would work out in the garage, but that was not where he was this early morning. She didn't see a note around anywhere, so she went back upstairs, to check her phone. Maybe he texted her before he left the house?

Eliza didn't feel any urgency yet, just mild curiosity as she went back up the stairs. On this pass through, she purposely looked at Andrew's bedroom door for signs of life. It was half open, quiet and dark inside. Suddenly Eliza believed her son must still be in bed, and she stepped over and gently pushed his door further, opening the room up to her view. Suddenly she could see Andrew sitting at his desk, against the far wall, with headphones on.

"Oh." Eliza uttered quietly, feeling silly for her worry. Of course he was in his room.

Andrew hadn't noticed her behind him. He was just sitting there, staring at the screen and moving his shoulder.

Eliza finally looked at the screen to find an up close view of a naked woman's body, and saw her shaved cunt being fucked by a pale pink cock. She gasped and her eyes locked onto the porn her son was watching. For a least a minute she just stood there watching her son beat off. Minutes went by and she didn't move.

“Is my cock bigger than Dad’s?” Andrew asked the Milf in the video.

The video zoomed out and she could see the actors going at it. Her mouth dropped open. The actress was tall and blonde, like she was. And curvy with the same hairstyle as Eliza. The actor fucking her was young and superficially like Andrew too.

 It was obvious Andrew had picked this video as a fantasy for him and her together. Eliza closed her mouth, blinking in the quiet that was only broken by the soft fleshy fapping sounds of her son's hand on his cock and his ragged breathing.

At the same moment her own nipples tightened and her clit pulsed and began to inflame her sex. She was responding to the idea that her son was fantasizing about having sex with her. Her hand slid up the door jam and she tried to control her breathing and slow down her strong physical reaction. Her son was just stepping up his, though; arm jerking faster and tiny whimpers spilled out of his lips.

She felt scared, not willing to take one step farther in his room. Shame rearing up to scream at her, for watching and responding; and feeling any sort of urge when it came to Andrew.

She gripped the door knob and backed up a step, fully intending to flee this very moment. As her shoulders turned away from his room, she heard her son utter words that slammed into her like a freight train. "Yeah mom... you love my cock too.. Don't you?"

Eliza swiftly retreated from that spot and went into her private bathroom and locked the door. Her heart was racing and panic leaking into her brain Eliza slumped down on her shaggy toilet seat cover and spread her legs. With fingers over her panties she explored her sex and shivered at her sensitivity, with a broken little sob she snaked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and glided over her drenched clit. It frightened her how quickly and feverishly she had responded to what she had seen. It was so utterly wrong.

As she teased her clit, her brain tried to rationalize it.

Masturbation is a natural thing, she told herself.  And it's Andrew's private business. Plus, mother-son fantasies are just a phase that young men grow out of quickly. Her own sensual reaction is just a sensitivity caused by not having had sex in a while, and her libido is just easily triggered. All normal and no way shameful; unless acted upon.

It would never be acted upon.

Eliza took a hot shower, and imagined her son fucking her in missionary position, looking him right in the face, as his cock pumped firmly in and out of her. Of kissing him; he was so handsome! It set her right over the edge and she moaned loudly, helpless to the overwhelming sensation of a strong orgasm. Her bare feet pressed against the tile floor of the double shower, and her hips rocked as she prolonged her pleasure.

After a few minutes to breath dried off again and intended to get dressed. When she walked into her room to her closet she felt a wet sensation, looking down she saw that her juices had leaked down her leg, nearly to her knee. Which had never happened before in her life. Back to the bathroom to clean up, and then she began to put herself together and get ready for the day.

She emerged from her room to an empty hallway and a closed door to her son's bedroom. At some point he had closed it, which made her wonder if he'd caught her. But she didn't think so. Eliza just tried to act normal and walk down the stairs and into the kitchen, to grab her purse and keys. She had a few errands to do. She intended to just leave him a note and avoid him until her awkwardness faded.

But he was sitting at the counter, eating a bowl of cereal and texting with one hand. He looked up with his usual smile to say good morning to her. His face happy and relaxed; and not anxious at all. She just faked it and said good morning and made another cup of coffee for herself. Andrew wouldn't have any idea that she had already had one, today.

As she stirred her sugar into her coffee Andrew came up behind her and reached around her to turn the sink on and rinse his bowl. He was standing way closer than he needed to, and it made Eliza's skin crawl. She hadn't ever noticed Andrew purposely invading her personal space until now. That he might possibly have a motive behind it, not just casual familiarity. He was pulling a power move that men love to make in bars, where they use the excuse of a busy bar to invade your space and get noticed, get close to you, even smell you. Reaching an arm passed you to hail the bartender but really to hail the lady's attention. If she notices and is interested she starts the conversation, if she doesn't then he will push on with an opening line.

"Hey mom, you feeling alright?"

He pushed. Eliza paled and hesitated trying to abolish her train of thought. "Of course, why?"

"Well, you're stiff as a board."

Now that he said something, she noticed, slumping her shoulders and trying to ease her own tension she let out a tiny nervous laugh and focused on herself for a moment and a small lie. "You are so right, I woke up with some back pain today, maybe I will take some Advil."

He nodded and moved past her to pick up his phone and slide it in his pocket. "Hey mom,I am going to head over to Peter's, we are gonna work on his car." Eliza nodded quickly, "That's great, I am going to go run some errands and I will pick you up for dinner if you aren't home before me."

They both headed for the front door and he opened it and stepped into the doorway making her squeeze passed him. Eliza was so determined not to be awkward that she fell into his trap and ended up brushing the front of her body with his. It was only when she felt the contact on her nipples did she realize what he had done. Then Eliza made another mistake and looked him in the eyes.

He was staring at her with smoky bedroom eyes and a smirk tugging at his lips.

Another sexy freight train mowed her down and her eyes almost crossed.

"You're blushing mom."

In complete panic she ditched the situation and sped off towards her car. "Bye Andrew, text me later!" Hopped in her car, started it and zoomed off as quick as she could. Leaving her laughing son behind her.

Andrew had accepted his feelings towards his mother recently, and with it a sense of taboo had settled in to stoke that sexual fire inside him. Lately he had wanted to tell his mother about it but knew that she could never agree. That a fight like that might end up with him out of the house. Maybe with her cutting him out of her life, the idea of which terrified Andrew.

But he couldn't resist showing her in tiny ways that he wanted her. This morning was as bold as he had ever tried and she had obviously noticed this time. Which is the first time she so obviously had.

It was so exciting that he was standing on the front porch with a boner in his jeans. Andrew just turned around went back in the house and gently closed the door, headed to his room and freed his cock. And relived the events of the past 10 hours. Here’s the way he retells it;

I only wanted a glass of water, I often woke up and got one in the middle of the night. But as I came down the dark staircase, I can see over the backrest of the couch, that my mom lying on the couch, watching TV still, at two in the morning? At first, I thought she was just sleeping, until she flopped over from her side to her back while lying out on the couch. The room was dark, except for the glow from the TV screen.

Her eyes were closed and her face was tense, I almost asked her if she was all right;  but the words died on my lips. Her hand was shoved inside her thin pajama shorts, and she was rocking her hips. The smallest moan spilled from her mouth.

I was frozen, my eyes locked onto the sight of her. I even had the perfect view from near the top of the stairs which let me see right over the couch. With the hand she wasn't using inside her shorts she unbuttoned her thin knit pajama top, then reached up and pinched her big dark stiff nipple, pulling and teasing it. I could feel my own heartbeat pounding in my chest.

She let out another soft moan and my cock stirred to life. I want to tell it; ‘no.’ I inwardly resolved that it was wrong; so wrong. But it just kept growing. I was rooted to the spot, and this moment seemed to last forever. Her breathing came faster and her face grimaced more.

She suddenly pulled her hand out but then grabbed her shorts and yanked them down beyond her knees. She spread her legs so wide apart I wondered how she was still that flexible. Her thighs were toned and her skin glowed in the TV light. The contrast was pleasing in the dark quiet night, the quiet words coming from the TV was the only soft sound. It was the ending of some romantic chick flick.

She had a nice trim patch of curls between her legs, she looked so normal, like any other woman. But, this woman just so happened to be my mother. I had seen good-looking older women before, and I had known my mom was, too.

But she had always been very private about her sexual life, and I rarely saw her go on dates. The sight of her touching herself was so surprising; and exciting.

My cock was fully hard now, stretching my knit shorts out, obvious to the world. Why doesn't she open her eyes and see me standing right there, above her?

Instead, she stretched her legs wider apart and dipped her fingers down into her open cunt.

 I could hear the wet noises in the quiet room. Her free left hand gripped over the armrest of the couch.

Another moan, louder this time. I can't help but wonder how wet she is, how her pussy would feel if I just walked down the rest of these steps and shoved my raging cock into her wet, swollen, wide-set cunt lips, and deep into her beautiful neglected cunt.

Would she like it? Would my mom moan for my cock, like that?

I watched  her movements become fast and erratic. It looks painful. I wonder if she is close? Anticipation rises in me, I want to see her finish rubbing it out. My cock is pulsing. My hands itch to touch it. It seems almost natural to touch myself while watching her, touching herself. But I don't, because a big part of me feels it's so wrong! And a small part of me is hoping to sink my willing and eager cock into my gorgeous sexy mom.

She always told me that my changing body will awaken new feelings; and any feelings I have are natural, that I shouldn't repress or feel shame about my feelings, but accept them and move on. But what about this feeling? This urge to slam my cock deep into my mother’s beautiful cunt, and hear her moan for me.

She was biting her lips now, she whispers into the dark, "Almost. Almost; almost."

My feet seemed to slide down the steps further, not under my own will-power. I was just close enough now, that I could see her fingers parting those curls, watching her hips thrust against those fingers and her tits jiggle from her desperate movements.

Her body starts shivering and jerking, digging her heels into the cushions, she half shimmies up the couch more, so her shoulders are now on the rounded armrest, and head hangs over, enough to stretch her body out. She is making small noises then her body jerks and her left hand flies up to her mouth and her whole body seems to tense up.

I can’t see her face now, but her towering brown nipples are hard and raised up from her magnificent natural tits.

Her body bounces and jerks with her orgasm, as if it is trying to explode out from her. Her head rocks side to side, and I clearly hear her muffled moans, her eyes are hidden from me, as her head still dangles down. Aloud grunt signals the release and a small squirt shoots out of her cunt, landing on the throw blanket under her full hips. Finally, her body goes limp on the couch, slowly her hand slides out of her pussy and she closes her legs. Her breathing sounds are loud, but the rhythm is receeding.

I take a breath, the frozen spell seems to be broken.

I stealthly sneak back up the rest of the stairs, and into my room.

I can move again! I look down at my knit shorts and finally use my hands to free my cock from the tented cloth. As I had known, it was the deep red it turns when I am very very turned on. I can even feel a bit of precum sliding down the tip when I grab it, just squeezing it for a moment. Pleasure crawls up my spine from my first touch, I'm so sensitive that I know I would come fast.

But part of me doesn't want to jack off, doesn't want to waste this glorious hard on. That part of me wants to go downstairs and put it in that wet and moaning woman. But she's my mom, and that is not going to happen.

I guess I craved some confrontation though. I guess it’s the alpha-male in me. Mom say’s I’m becoming more and more like my deceased father.

So I drop my loose shorts and go for some tight boxer briefs and thick black sweat pants that I know have a tight waistband, I strapped my dick to my body that way, and throw on a loose black T-shirt. When I come out of my room again, with my empty glass, I close the door kind of hard; and stomp heavily on the first few steps of the stairs.

I'm so nervous, I feel like as soon as she looks at me, she will know. She will know that I know, what she was doing. Usually she could tell just from the look on my face, how I felt. My mom is just that type of person, she understands.

But would she understand... what I had been thinking? I tried to put on a sleepy casual sort of expression.

I hear her moving fast on the upholstery of the couch, and realize she must be quickly putting those tiny shorts back on. A part of me wishes to tell her to take them off again, but I only take a deep breath as I descend the last step. I look up slowly at her.

"Oh, you're still awake?" I Pretend there is nothing weird going on.

Her eyes were large with alarm, and she seemed a little confused or flustered. But I already know why, I don't need to ask.

Then she responds; "Oh um... yeah. But I'm going to bed now," She turns quickly and grabs the remote, to turn off the TV.

"Okay..."I said as I turned on the stairway light.

"So.. are you alright? Why are you up?" she redirects the topic back to me.

She didn't notice the glass in my hand, so I raised it up while answering her, "I'm thirsty."

Her breathing is still fast, her nipples were still pointing out of her thin misbuttoned pajama top.

I turned away and went into the kitchen, poured myself more water; and walked back across the livingroom, towards the stairs. She was waiting for me with her hand gripping the banister rail of the stairs like she was gonna fall or something. "Ready?"

I just nodded.

She went up the stairs ahead of me. I was forced to watch her legs and ass stretch and bend as she climbed. The crotch of her thin cotton knit pajama shorts were wet, and a little trail of juice was running down her inner thigh.

My mom has a great ass, I had heard it said before, but only now in this moment in those tiny shorts did it become real to me.

And then I took a deep breath, expecting just air but I got this scent. This scent made my brain tingle and my cock pulse, before I realized what it was. I could smell my mom’s fresh cum-filled pussy, she smelled hot, like a woman who needs it bad. Creamy, fleshy, salty, sweet, I breathed in deep to get more. Part of it was comforting, the smell of my mother when she wraps her arms around me, but now the image of her three fingers pushing into her pussy, came to mind. The image seared into my brain.

The worst is that she smelled better than Roxanne, The girl Amelia introduced me to at the homecoming dance. My mother's pussy smells better than high school pussy!

 Why did I have to find that out? Why did I have to wake up and see that tonight? How was I going to face her tomorrow, and the day after?

We were finally at the top of the stairs. Mom went over to her bedroom door and opened it a crack, then looked at me. "So, I hope my movie didn't wake you?"

Now, I knew what she was really saying. She hopes I didn't hear her masturbating in the middle of the night.

"Nope, just thirsty. but mom;" then I paused. Where was this going? What could I possibly say to her?

"You smell, good." As soon as the words left my mouth, I bolted into my room, panic taking my heartbeat to my throat. Why did I say that! Why did I say anything at all?

Why?

Because the memory of that scene and the smell of her hot ready pussy was going to keep me up all night. I was sure of it.

It took a while to unwind and drift off to sleep. The next thing I remembered was the touch of two hands spreading my thighs apart. My cock erupted with cum as I happily enjoyed my mother’s lips and mouth devour my turgid shaft. Then I opened my eyes to the reality that I’d just had another ‘wet dream.’ My own two hands were on my own inner thighs. I hated waking up from that dream. But this time my own mother was in my dream!

I so badly wanted to get back to sleep, and resume that terrific dream. But that didn’t happen.

That’s when I had to get up and go search porn videos of Milfs with sons getting it on.

Even though he had watched his favorite Mother/son porno this morning and got off before she even woke up, he needed to go again, which was less than an hour before now. He knew that the next few years living with her while he graduated and found a job where going to be torture. Yet the thought of trying to seduce her slowly over those years is what made him come in minutes flat.

A smug happiness settled in his stomach as he zipped up his pants and headed out to Peter's house. He lived only two streets over and his parents gave him a gently used BMW for his 18th birthday which was awesome. But. His parents were also rarely at home, so Andrew tried to visit him at least once a week or invite him over. Peter was a nice kid and Eliza approved of having him over anytime. Unlike Tony.

His mother's blushing face was like a prize trophy in Andrew's mind's eye for the rest of the day. Walking down the street, in the back of his mind, while playing video games with Peter later. A smile creeping up every once in awhile as he re-lived it.

A Cheerleader wants Andrew to pop her cherry.

Andrew had just gotten home from Peter’s house, and didn't expect his mom home for about another hour. So he started some laundry, grabbing a basket and filling it with his weeks work of pants, shirts and socks. Stripping off the shirt and pants he had worn today, and put on some basketball shorts and a tank-top. He waited for the washer to fill and added his clothes, closed the lid and left the laundry room. He spent about 0 minutes working out on his dead weights, out in the garage. Then he came in and was making himself a sandwich in the kitchen, when he heard the doorbell ring. Shuffling over to the door, he pressed his eye close to the peephole in the front door, it was a young lady with long brown hair and the cheer uniform of his college.

Andrew opened the door and instantly recognized the girl on the porch. It was Jennifer, one of the football cheerleaders, very upper class local hierarchy. Her dad was a rich computer wiz and she lived in the huge home on the bluff that overlooked the town.

"Hi Jennifer, what's up?" Andrew just wondered what she wanted from him, and who gave her his address.

"Oh hi, Drew! Um; Can I come in?" She looked behind her nervously and sidled past him into the house without waiting for him to accept. He let her, it wasn't like he objected to having her in his home. He just didn't know why she was here.

Jennifer slowly entered his living room like a nervous gazelle, checking every corner of the room and listening for noises. He wondered if she expected anyone else to be here. He figured he’d give her some time before shooing her away, before his mom got home, in about 45 minutes.

"So Andrew;" She patted the couch next to her; which she had daintily perched. Knees shut. "You know how I am friends with Amelia?"

 He nodded.

"She was telling me about you, and it got me really curious, the, um; stuff she told me." He instantly knew she meant the intimate stuff that he had done with Amelia, they hadn't had sex but had messed around a lot, and it had been fun. When will Amelia shut up.

"Okay."

Jennifer looked at the walls of the room and not at his face, her hands were wringing her purse in her lap. "I was wondering, if; you know, you could do that stuff with me!" Her eye darted to his, in alarm and looked away from him again. She seemed to expect immediate rejection, and her stiff muscles showed how agitated she was.

Andrew shrugged, "Okay."

 It sounded pretty harmless, she had just asked him if he would kiss her and whatever. Nothing he wasn't perfectly willing to do at any moment of his life.

She nearly jumped off the couch, standing over him. "Really?" Her voice awkwardly loud in his quiet house.

Andrew followed her up off the couch, standing in front of her. He reached out his hand for her to take, and she did. His other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her into him. Gently bringing them together for a light kiss on the lips. Jennifer sighed against his face and kissed him again, then again.

He fully enveloped her in his arms and pressed his hands into the muscles of her back, making their whole bodies touch. She sighed happily again and became relaxed in his arms. He used one hand in her hair to tilt her head and at the same time he swiped his tongue across her lower lip to request her lips to open for him. She got the hint and he slowly reached for her tongue with his, finding her mouth minty. She really had come over in hopes of kissing him.

She responded enthusiastically and fully opened her mouth and shoved her tongue against his. It was a bit much but he really liked her enthusiasm.

Amelia had never been half as enthusiastic as Jennifer. Her excitement got to him and he felt his cock rising against his basketball shorts. She was also grinding her little body against him as they kissed. Minutes passed and she parted her legs and he used his knee to press against her mound, as she ground herself against it while they kissed.

Andrew sensed that Jennifer wanted to go further than he had done with Amelia. Suddenly, he had a thought; ‘Gawd! Amelia’s been bragging to the girls that she and I have been fucking!’

It was the only theory that explained why Hot sexy Jennifer is getting very frisky, and doing so very quickly. And he did tell this hot sexy babe that he would do ‘it’ with her, what Amelia and I do. Perhaps I should have asked for specifics? Just then, all his theories were confirmed by Jennifer’s next words.

"Oh my god; Andrew!" She gasped at an air break for them. "Please fuck me! Oh man, I need it now, I want you to do it!" She almost shouted at him.

"What do you mean?" Andrew said while he used his fingers to brush her hair away from her rosy cheeks. Her eyes got big and round and vulnerable. "I.. well... I'm...uh... okay so... I've tried to get close to other guys you know? They were so stupid that I just hated it. Like. Uh! And then Amelia told me about you, and I hoped you weren't so gross, and instead you are really, Like; so good!" Her face blushed red. "I want you to pop my cherry, Andrew!"

Andrew was shocked, and his face showed it, making him blush instantly. They were standing with their arms wrapped around each other, both beet red.

"Wow!" He said seriously considering whether he really should do it. But looking at her hopeful face. He realized that she had obviously thought about this, and it's what she wanted. That she is trusting him by asking him this, and the inherent secret they two would keep.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Take off your panties, Jennifer."

He could see her quiver and blink at him, but she bent down and hooked her panties under her cheer skirt and yanked them down. Kicking them off over her tennis shoes and across the floor. Andrew sat back on the couch and beckoned her onto his lap, she giggled and straddled his hips with her knees and they kissed some more. But this time his fingers went under her skirt and she was moaning and writhing in his lap as he circled her clit and plunged fingers into her fresh virgin pussy.

She broke off the kiss with a moan and her back bowing from his magical fingers. "Okay! Okay... I'm ready.. God Andrew... stop.. oh!" He teased her clit and took his fingers out of her wet ready pussy. She leaned over and grabbed her little purse and opened it. Pulling a condom from it's depths and ripped the package open and handed it to him.

She was panting, waiting patiently while he gingerly stretched the condom over his head and down his shaft. She watched intently and it felt awkward but he knew this was new to her and she needed to see it. When he was done he pulled her hips close to him so that she could sit on his dick in the right position.

Andrew looked into her soft brown eyes as he positioned his dick at her slick entrance and pressed her hips down towards his. Extremely slowly he felt his cock stretch her lips open and begin to enter her, he didn't rush, knowing that going slow made it much easier. "Try to relax your abdomen okay, almost like you want to pee." He said, her eyes were closed and she focused on the sensation. Slowly pressing down on his shaft, knees slipping further apart, her breath hitching in her throat.

Andrew stretched his neck out to kiss her collarbone and shoulders, she pushed suddenly and pressed all the way down to take his whole shaft inside her. "Oh!" She said with only a tiny tinge of pain in her voice. "It feels so big inside me, stretching me wide open, oh my god!" It might be overwhelming for her so he didn't begin fucking her yet. Instead he wrapped his arms around her and continued their make out session, in minutes she was writhing again and pumping her own hips against his. Only when he felt her wetness reach his balls did he begin pushing up into her, she was pleasantly surprised and within minutes she was moaning loudly and bouncing in his lap singing his praises.

Andrew found Jennifer's loudness to be endearing and hilarious. She also just couldn't shut up and continued to tell him how good it feels, how hot her cunt is and how she is so happy that she came over to do this. His ego expanded two sizes, into very fat and happy and he knew he would be telling Brandon all about this later.

Leaving Jennifer’s name out, of course.

Jennifer came on his cock, face blushing scarlet and hips grinding his.

Just as he pulled out of her still hard, the washer beeped it's cycle done. It made him think of something and he stood up and pulled her along with him. "Come here Jen." He tugged her into the laundry room.

Quickly he pulled his clean clothes out and threw them into the dryer and turned it on. He picked up Jennifer and set her on top the dryer, at the perfect height for him to fuck her bright red pussy that he finally got a glance at while spreading her legs and folding up her cheer skirt.

"Is this good for the dryer?" She asked just before he pushed his cock back into her, see-sawing until her wetness recovered on the condom. "Oh; oh; oh" She made little cooing noises while he set to work thrusting into her shallowly while the dryer giggled under her ass. Her limbs wrapped around his shoulders and waist as she went along for the ride.

The shallow but rough thrusting allowed them to last awhile and Andrew had completely forgotten about the time. No clock in the laundry room, the noise of the dryer muffled everything outside the small space. Which meant he had no idea that his mother had arrived to the sound of a teenage girl moaning somewhere in the house.

"Andrew?" She called and got no answer, the sound of love making was obvious and she was surprised that whoever the girl was quite passionate. She didn't remember having that good of sex in her earlier years. She wondered if it was Andrew at all but other people?

Finally she walked up to the laundry room, the moaning and voices quite loud and clear now, no mistaking where it was coming from now. The door was cracked and robotically her hand pressed against the door and she took in the sight.

A cheerleader was bare assed on her washer while her son was rutting into her pussy. A bright red condom caught her eye and held it.Eliza just stared at her sons cock thrusting into the young lady. Spell bound and quiet she stood in her gym clothing just watching the two mature teens fuck in her laundry room. The noises were obnoxiously loud at this proximity, Jennifer's voice pleading with him.

"Oh god Andrew! Oh My God! Andrew! Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah! Keep going! Don't stop, it's so much! Too much Oh my god!" Her back and shoulders wiggled and she used her grip on his biceps to keep him locked together with her. She began to come, body jerking and flexing and spine bowing.

In that moment Andrew looked over and saw his mom. Instead of feeling shame, Andrew felt pride. He was making this girl come so fucking hard for his cock that she was drooling. His mom was staring at his cock, and took a moment to register his face, now turned to hers.Eliza's face went bright red and Andrew slowly gave her a mischievous grin, a silent promise of pleasure in his arms.

Liza took a breath, as if to say something, but instead ran away. He could hear her footsteps through the kitchen and down the hall and up the stairs. He held young Jennifer close and let her calm down, completely unknown to her that mom had been a spectator to her orgasm. A deep satisfaction settled over the two teens, that frankly, had very little to do with each other.

"Would you like to use the half bath, right here?" Andrew opened up the door leading towards a half bath next to the garage entry door. It was also a storage closet that was extremely convenient for a busy family. Jennifer followed his suggestion, bouncing off the dryer and closed herself into the tiny room. He heard the sink pouring and the cabinet door bounce as she closed it.

Andrew was still smiling to himself as he was pulling the condom off his cock and tied it off. Then he tossed it into the trash that was in the laundry room, not caring about hiding it.

His mom had already caught him; red dicked.

Based on a post by Meow 5 meow, for Literotica.