Kathy Andrews Collection, page 197
“I’ve done it before,” Ginger said.
For a reason she couldn’t explain, Susan kept her breathing as quiet as she could, and being careful not to step on twigs, moved toward their voices. She felt a heat swell in her, a feeling that she was about to see something Ginger and Toby didn’t want her to see. The voices became louder and clear as she approached. They had their backs to her, and Susan peeked at them from behind a tree. Toby was in jeans, Ginger in shorts.
“Don’t you get wet when you do it standing up, Ginger?” Toby was asking his sister.
Ginger giggled, a cute sound. “I did at first, but not anymore.”
“Why did you wanna do it standing up?”
“I don’t know. It just sounded like fun, and it is.”
Toby turned to face his sister.
Susan jerked her hand to her mouth to stifle the sudden gasp.
Toby’s jeans were open, his cock out.
Her eyes burned, turning glassy as she stared at it. There was a quick throb in her cunt, and only now did she realize the hand covering her mouth was the one she had been feeling of her cunt with. The heady scent assaulted her nostrils, and to her surprise, she almost came. She noticed that her daughter was gazing at her brother’s cock with smoldering young eyes, her soft lips parted, and her chest heaving up and down.
It never entered Susan’s mind to let them know she was there, to say something to them, to put a stop to it. All she wanted to do was watch, see what they would do with each other. She found herself becoming very excited, with her ass bunching as her cunt pulsated wetly. Her tits were still exposed, trembling as hunger boiled through her.
“Let’s see how far you can do it,” Ginger said in a trembling voice.
Toby took his cock in his fingers, arching his hips forward. “See that leaf? I can piss right on it.”
Susan shivered. She didn’t know her son used those words.
Ginger gave a little squeal, stepping to one side, her eyes fixed upon her brother’s cock. “Do it, Toby. I wanna see if you can piss that far.”
Susan’s cunt was tightening, drawing inward. Listening to them was creating a wanton fire in her body, the sight of her son’s cock making her shake from head to toe.
A spurt of golden piss erupted from Toby’s cock.
“Ohhhh!” Ginger mewled, her slender body trembling as she watched, one small hand cupped about a tiny tit, her other sliding to the front of her shorts. “You did it, Toby! You pissed that far!”
Toby stopped, although obviously not finished.
“Now you try it, Ginger,” he said.
A slight flush crept over her sweet face, and she looked up at her brother shyly. “I never did it with anyone watching before. I might have trouble.”
“Be fair, Ginger,” Toby urged. “I showed you and now you gotta show me.”
Susan found herself, in her mind, urging her daughter to do what her son wanted, because she wanted to watch, too. Her shorts were still unzipped, but buttoned at the waist, and as she crouched peering at them, the fly gaped, exposing the soft, dark hair of her cunt. She had never worn panties with her shorts.
Ginger giggled shyly, trying to pull the tight crotch of her shorts to one side, but found it impossible.
“I can’t get my shorts out of the way,” she giggled.
“Then unzip them,” Toby urged, his voice going from high to low.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Ginger said, her eyes flashing. “Then you’d see me.”
Toby lifted his cock, waggling it at his sister. “You see mine, don’t you?”
“I see it, Toby,” Ginger said quietly, her eyes burning on the head of her brother’s cock. A golden bead of piss clung to it. “Oh, yes, I see it!”
Her small hands fumbled with the front her shorts. Susan saw the pink panties as he daughter wiggled her shorts down to her thighs. She saw, too, that her son was watching hotly and his cock was hardening.
“Now your panties,” Toby said, croaking.
“Not down,” Ginger replied, her voice whispery. “I’ll do it this way.”
She slipped a finger into the crotch of her pink panties, and pulled it aside. Susan swallowed. The honeyed slit of her daughter’s cunt was lovely, so smoothlooking, so soft. She notice, the sun glint on a few golden hairs, and also glistening wetness.
“Try that twig,” Toby said, pointing.
Susan thought he was pointing at her, but it was only in her direction. Toby and Ginger stood side by side, facing her, and she was surprised they didn’t see her peering at them. Her eyes moved from her son’s pushing cock to he daughter’s revealed cunt. She was burning up, her cunt on fire, juices soaking into the tight seam of her cutoffs.
Ginger parted her legs, bending her knees slightly. She held her panties to one side, using the fingers of her other hand to spread the succulent slit of her cunt. Susan saw her tiny clit lift, and then a gush of golden piss spewed out of Ginger’s adorable cunt, spurting toward the twig. Ginger giggled as she pissed, and Toby, after seeing she could reach the twig, was leaning over and gazing at his sister’s cunt, panting heavily, gripping his cock in his fist now.
Susan pressed her palm harder against her lips, her eyes wide, burning with intensity as she watched. Her tits were hard very swollen, her nipples feeling as if they were going to burst. Her cunt was throbbing, convulsions near. Her clit felt as hard as a rock, swollen stiffly.
“I told you I could do it!” Ginger giggled, the stream slowing. “Oh, damn! I knew that would happen!”
As the stream slowed, Ginger dribbled along her thigh, getting her shorts wet.
Toby was shaking, his cock very hard in his fist. He stared hungrily at his sister’s cunt, her piss gleaming on the inside of one thigh. Then, without saying anything, Toby began pumping his cock.
“Toby! You’re not playing fair!” Ginger gasped, watching him, “You’re not supposed to do that!”
“It feels too good, Ginger!” Toby gasped his fist sliding up and down his cock. “I gotta do it!”
Susan was getting weak, her legs shaking badly. Her daughter was watching her son jack off, still with her panties pulled away from her sugary cunt, her small body shivering. She was moaning softly as she watched, and then began to touch the slit of her pussy, rubbing at the sides of her now straining clit.
“You can do it, too, Ginger,” Toby panted, watching her fingers. “We can do it together.”
“You’re so hard, Toby!” Ginger gurgled. “Does it get hard like that very often?”
“All the time,” Toby gasped, staring at his sister’s cunt, pounding his cock faster. “Play with it, Ginger! I wanna see you play with your pussy, too!”
Susan clutched one of her naked tits, her hand moving from her mouth to her open shorts, her fingers sliding into them. She felt more excitement than she had in a long time, watching her son and daughter being wicked with each other. Her tongue moved over her lips, her eyes smoldering as she rubbed at her own distended clit.
Toby was shaking now, his hips jerking as he ran his hand up and down his cock. Ginger was gazing with glazed eyes, panting hotly, finger busy at the creamy slit of her young, almost hairless cunt. Susan was holding her breath, anticipating her son coming, his juice gushing out of his cock as she and her daughter watched intently. Toby was groaning, his young face showing the strain, his hips pumping to the rhythm of his fist.
“Oh… ohhhh!” he groaned.
“What is it, Toby?” Ginger asked, alarmed.
“I’m gonna come!” Toby shouted.
Susan almost gasped out loud as her son came, his creamy juices spurting with force. He gushed over a foot, rapidly, coming hard. Ginger made soft squealing sounds, pressing her palm into her sugary cunt hard, her small ass wiggling.
“Ooooh, that makes me feel so funny!” Ginger cried out. “I think I’m gonna piss again!”
But instead of pissing, her young cunt contracted in her very first orgasm, making her cry out with joy. Her face twisted with ecstasy as she watched her brother come over and over, smashing her small hand as hard as she could against her vibrating cunt.
Susan had her hand clamped back over her mouth again, choking back the sobs as she, too, came. Juices dripped from her cunt into her shorts, and her clitoris jerked hotly. The slit of her cunt compressed, expanded, sucking with a powerful orgasm. She was weak when it passed, and was afraid to move as she kept watching her son and daughter.
Neither Ginger nor Toby seemed to be in any hurry to cover themselves. They didn’t want to cover up, but to keep looking at each other. Susan, with strength coming to her muscles, found herself enjoying watching them, not ashamed of them, not at all angry. She felt more excitement now than she had in a long time, and she had no intention of interfering with them. That is, not in any way to make them stop.
She was thinking. Her blood was boiling, and he thoughts were so wicked that she became almost desperate. She didn’t know what they would do, but the compulsion was much too strong for her to ignore.
She stood up straight, her shirt hanging open, her lovely tits revealed with tilted nipples burning. She pulled her hand out of her gaping shorts, and stood for a moment longer, looking at her son and daughter facing each other, both of them staring hard at young cock and cunt.
“I can do it, too,” Susan said, stepping into the open.
“Mother!” Ginger gasped, her hands jerking at her shorts frantically, her face flushed as her eyes expressed fear. Toby jammed his cock into his pants fast, turning his back to his mother.
“I can piss just as far as either of you,” Susan said boldly.
Ginger stared openmouthed at her mother’s naked tits, at the gaping of her shorts. Toby, zipping his jeans, turned, and his mouth fell open as he saw his mother’s exposure.
Susan grinned a wicked grin, holding her shirt wide open. “I said, I can piss just as far as you two, maybe farther.”
The dark hairs of her cunt gleamed through the gap of her shorts, and Toby made a loud swallowing sound as he stared, fascinated, no fear on his face at all. His cock became rigid inside his pants, pushing outward, outlined for his mother to see. Susan gazed openly at the bulge of his cock, then glanced at her daughter, who had her shorts adjusted now.
“I want to play, too,” she said, her voice low.
“But, Mom…” Toby stammered.
Unashamedly, Susan unsnapped her cutoffs, pushing them down. She was shivering with lewdness, the intense wanton sensation making her throb all over as she revealed herself to her son and daughter. Both Ginger and Toby stared open-eyed at the thick triangle of her pussy hair, at her straining tits. Susan ran her fingers down through the hair, spreading her legs. Her cutoffs spread wide near her knees. She parted the swollen hairiness of her cunt. Her clit stood out tightly, the wetness of her slit gleaming hotly. She spread her feet, bending her knees, and leaning her shoulders back, sent a strong gush of golden piss almost three feet away.
Ginger and Toby gasped as they watched, and Susan giggled lewdly, holding her cunt wide open so they could see. Her ass trembled, bunching, causing her to piss in spurts.
The stream slowed, dribbling, and ran along her thighs. She moaned softly, watching their expressions. Her son and daughter were trembling badly, and Toby’s cock bulged in raging hardness. Ginger’s young hips twisted, and she was clutching one of her tight little tits, her eyes fiery.
“I pissed farther than either of you,” Susan whispered, and ran her hand along one thigh, cupping her cunt, rubbing slowly. Her tongue moved over her lips, very slowly. “And I can use my fingers the same way, too.”
“Mother…” Ginger said in a shy voice.
“Mom, are you all right?” Toby asked, husky-voiced.
“More than right — now,” Susan said, her voice throaty. “More right than I’ve felt for a long time.”
CHAPTER TWO
Standing with her tits showing and her shorts at her knees, letting her son and daughter look at her, Susan watched their faces closely. Doing such things with each other was much different than doing them with their mother, and she wanted to be sure before she went farther.
Toby’s cock kept bulging, and when she searched his eyes, she saw desire, excitement, need in them. Ginger, to her surprise, was showing the same thing. But she knew neither of them had never gone farther than what she had just seen, that both were inexperienced, but very, very eager. What had held them off so far, she didn’t know, but they weren’t going to hold back any longer.
She leaned against a lemon tree, her tits lifting, her eyes slitted as she watched them. Toby was making low sounds in his throat and Ginger was writhing and gurgling softly, their eyes burning on her body. Susan lifted one leg, and slipped her foot out of her cutoffs, letting them fall to her other foot. She ran her fingers through her pussy hair, parting it to show the pink wetness of her cunt. It was like the way she had teased her husband in the groves, but she felt it more intently with her son and daughter.
“Don’t hide them from mother,” she moaned. “I’ve already seen them, watching you two. Don’t hide them from me now.”
“Hide what, Mother?” Ginger asked.
Toby, finally understanding, laughed in delight. “My cock and your pussy, Ginger!”
“Toby!” Ginger gasped. “Not in front of Mother!”
“Oh, yes, in front of mother,” Susan said. She worked her middle finger into her cunt, unabashedly letting her son and daughter watch as she slowly fmgerfucked herself. “Right in front of mother. Both of you… let me see! I want to have fun, too.”
Ginger and Toby gaped as they watched her, seeing the juicy cunt lips close about her finger, hearing the wet sounds, watching her tits jiggle slightly.
Toby was the first to comply.
He almost ripped his pants open in his haste to get his cock out. It jumped from his pants, hard and throbbing, the head smooth and swollen, juice dripping from the tip. He clutched it, running his fist back and forth. Ginger, shaking wildly, looked from her mother to her brother, her hands agitated, darting to her small tits, down to her hips, back to her tits again. She was breathing in labored sounds, eyes smoldering.
“Now you, Ginger,” Susan urged, dragging her soaked finger out of her cunt and pulling upward on her rigid clit.
Fumbling with her fingers, Ginger opened her shorts again, and pushed them down, her eyes darting from her brother’s cock to her mother’s steaming cunt. She seemed not to know what to do next, her shorts at her knees, her tight pink panties clinging to her small hips.
“Your panties, baby,” Susan breathed, both hands at her cunt now, opening the slit, pressing it tightly. “Push your panties down, too.”
A deep-throated squeal came from Ginger as she shoved her panties down to her knees, one hand cupping her cunt shyly.
Susan let her daughter adjust, delighted that her son was not as hesitant. She bent her knees, her back sliding down the trunk of the lemon tree. She spread her knees wide, working at her cunt with swift thrusts of her finger. She watched her son pump his cock as he stared in fascination at her exposed pussy and what she was doing with her fingers.
“Oooooh, Mother!” Ginger gasped hotly, rubbing at her succulent pink cunt now, unable to keep from doing it. “You sound so wet!”
“I am wet!” Susan gasped, thrusting two lingers into her cunt. “I’m so wet, so very wet and very hot! I need it! I want it!”
“Do it, Mom!” Toby panted.
“I am!” Susan gasped, plunging a third finger into her cunt. Ginger and Toby could see the stretching of their mother’s pussy, see how wet her hand was getting, the soft hair framing it. “I am doing it! I’m going to make myself come… just like you two did!”
Ginger had lost her shyness now. It was replaced by a steaming urge to feel what she had earlier, those wonderful, ever-so-delicious pulsations between her thighs. She poked a finger into her tight little cunt, crying out with pleasure as she probed, her eyes darting to her mother’s naked body, to her brother’s cock. Toby was dripping a lot, smearing the shaft of his prick with the liquid.
“Ahhhh, so good!” Susan moaned, watching them as she lewdly fingerfucked herself. “To watch you two… to do it in front of you! Ohhhh, God, this is so good!”
Her ass wiggled as she squatted there, knees flung very wide apart. Her tits shook, her eyes blazing.
“Toby…” she gasped. “Don’t come! Please, baby, don’t come!”
“But I gotta, Mom!” he panted. “You can see how hard I am!”
“No, don’t come!” she cried, jerking her dripping fingers out of her cunt and standing up. She flung her shirt from her shoulders. She stepped close to her son, jerking his fist off his cock, and closing her own about it. “Ohhh, so hard! Ahhh, nice and hard!”
She stroked her son’s cock, with Toby grinning from ear to ear, his hips pushing forward. Ginger stared openmouthed, her finger buried into her sugary cunt, surprised to see what their mother had done. She had wanted to grab hold of her brother’s cock before, but shyness had prevented her.
Susan, feeling the hot hardness in her hand, suddenly made a decision.
“Give it to me, Toby,” she asked, breathless. “Please, honey, give it to mother!”
Now it was Toby that seemed not to understand. But Ginger knew right away what her mother meant.
“Mother, you mean you want Toby to…”
Susan, almost out of her mind with heat, jerked her son’s cock hard, then turned it loose and worked quickly at his jeans, opening them, pushing them to his feet. She stared at his cock, lifted high at an angle to his stomach, his full balls so hot. She sucked in a deep breath, cradling his balls in her hand, feeling the hot fullness, the youth of them.
“Stick it in me!” she gasped. “I want it inside me!”
“You mean…” Toby gasped, hardly believing it.
“Yes, fuck me!” Susan cried out. “I mean fuck me!”
Ginger giggled, twisting her little ass and shaking with heat.
“But, Mom…” Toby moaned.
“Fuck me,” she insisted. “Fuck me right here, on the ground!”
