Kathy Andrews Collection, page 379
After a few moments, she lifted her mouth and slipped up beside him. She kissed at his chest, licking lightly at his nipples. Then she kissed his mouth, sinking her tongue deep inside. She licked at his tongue, then stabbed her own back and forth suggestively. She pressed her body tight against his, feeling his cock throb on her burning flesh. Rolling on top of her husband, she captured his cock between her hot, smooth thighs. She squeezed them and began to pump slowly, fucking his cock with her thighs, thrilled to feel his prick sliding along the lips of her cunt. She held him tightly, kissing his face as she fucked her thighs along his cock.
Finally, arching her hips, she reached down between their bodies and held his cock. She spread her thighs on each side of him. When the swollen prickhead was against her pussy, she whimpered as his cock sunk into her.
“Oooo,” she whimpered. “Ohhh, good! So good, darling! You’re so hard, so fucking hard! Your cock stretches and fills my cunt so nicely! Ahhh, Rob, Rob… I’m going to fuck your cock! I’m going to burn it off! I’m going to melt your hard prick with my hot cunt!”
Rob moved, his arms coming up and around her waist. Sandy mewled with delight, holding him tightly by his neck, her face buried there. She banged her ass up and down, fucking him slowly, savoring the sensation of his cock-stabbing deep into her fiery cunt. Her naked ass clenched and she trembled with ecstasy. Rob held his body still, but she felt his hands holding her, finally moving down to cup the cheeks of her squirming ass. She felt his hands dig into her ass, and she squealed with delight.
“Oh, yes, darling! Squeeze my ass! That’s it, Rob! Feel my hot ass, squeeze it! Oooo, I’m fucking you, darling! I’m fucking your big, hard cock! My cunt is eating your cock, Rob! Can you feel my pussy eat your prick? Doesn’t it feel good? Oooo, so very good! I love it, Rob, darling! I love it when your cock is in my cunt, fucking me!”
She heard him grunting now, and he was straining his hips up toward her. She increased the speed of her hips, fucking him fast and hard. She banged her cunt against his cock so hard, she became afraid she would hurt his balls. Yet she could not slow down. Her cunt was steaming like never before. Her pussy was flexing in spasms of ecstasy, and her naked ass was tight in his clawing hands. Her swollen tits were smashed against his chest, her nipples burning against him. She held his neck tight, and began to smear wet kisses about his neck.
“Ahhhh, nice! So fucking nice! I can’t slow down! My ass won’t slow down, Rob! Ooooo, I’m going to come! Ohh, yes! I can’t stop it… hold it back! Oooooo! Oh… oh… ohhhh!”
Sandy’s cunt began to squeeze his cock in a series of flexing motions. Her naked body shuddered violently and she wailed as the ecstasy flooded every pore of her being. When her climax was over, she found that his cock was still very hard inside her cunt.
“Wonderful!” she murmured, working her hips up and down again, fucking him slowly again. “You’re still hard! Oh, I’ll fuck you some more, fuck you until you come!”
Her hips speeded up again, and, once more, she fucked in a frenzy upon him. Moist sounds came from her pussy as she rode his prick, sounds that further inflamed her already-fiery mind and body.
She felt her husband’s fingers digging into the firm swell of her ass cheeks, pulling her tightly against his uplifted cock. She could feel his prick jerking inside her cunt, and when he began to breathe faster, she knew he was ready to come.
“Come, darling!” she urged, her hips almost a blur of speed now. “Come! Shoot it in me… squirt your come juice up my cunt, my pussy! Ooooo, darling, give me that come juice! My cunt wants it, Rob! My cunt is thirsty for your come juice!”
“Uh… Uh!” he grunted.
Sandy fucked fast and hard, her pussy ready to explode again. She panted in her efforts, grinding against him in mindless ecstasy.
She suddenly wailed. “I’m coming again!”
She slammed her ass down, his cock fully inside her cunt. She shivered, grinding against him. Her cunt convulsed so strongly that she wasn’t sure she could remain conscious. Then she felt his cock lurching, and the warmth of his come juice splashed into her pussy, drenching her cunt with thick sweetness.
She continued to lie atop him, gasping with exhaustion. She moved from him only when his cock slipped from her still-throbbing cunt. She lay there, waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t.
After a time, she turned her back to him, drawing her knees up and pressing her creamy ass against his body. Then she felt him turn, and his cock and balls pressed at her warm ass, his thighs touching hers. They lay there, spoon-like, and his arm came around her, and he closed his hand over one tit.
Rob had not lain close to her this way in years, and Sandy was pleased. She smiled in the darkness, feeling she had finally accomplished something for a change. His breath was warm against her neck. She began to think of Lori.
Oddly enough, she didn’t feel any real jealousy at this moment. In fact, she felt she owed thanks to the beautiful teenager. It had been Lori’s body and looks that had made Rob so horny tonight. It had been thoughts of the little girl who had made Rob stop fighting her in the car and here in their bedroom.
Sandy wondered how badly Rob wanted that little teenage piece of ass. She tried to imagine what she would feel if her husband should succeed in fucking the girl. She drew up an image of his enormous cock sliding in and out of that blondehaired cunt, and, to her surprise, Sandy found the image quite exciting.
She was very sleepy, but Lori drifted around in her mind. She began to see her husband with Lori, fucking the girl in different positions, seeing him bury his face between those undeniably sweet thighs, mouthing her cunt eagerly and hungrily. She saw him fucking the girl from behind, his cock fucking her tight young pussy energetically. She saw the teenage girl, on her knees, sucking Rob’s huge cock, mewling with pleasure.
A shiver went through Sandy, and she hugged herself tightly. A plan began to form in her mind.
CHAPTER THREE
“You like Lori Layne, don’t you, honey?”
Joey looked up at his mother. He was sitting on the floor of the family room, reading a comic book. “What makes you think that, Mother?”
Sandy smiled at him, feeling affection for this young son of hers. He looked so much like his father with his brown, straight hair, his sharp, almost piercing eyes. He was still small for his age, but she was not too worried. Rob had not gained height until he was older, then he shot up almost overnight to his present six-foot-two.
“Mothers can always tell, honey.” She smiled at him. “What I want to know is why you can’t find a nice girlfriend your age. Isn’t Lori a bit old for you?”
“I don’t go out with girls,” he said, wondering what his mother was getting at. “You won’t let me, remember?”
“But if you must like a girl,” she said, “why don’t you choose one younger. Lori seems a bit experienced.”
“At what?” Joey wanted to know, puzzled. “She’s good in school, if that’s what you mean.”
“I mean, darling,” Sandy said, “that she has boys hanging around her all the time.”
“Sure,” her son answered. “She’s popular, that’s all.”
Sandy smirked. “I can guess why.”
A faint flush came to Joey’s face. “Aw, Mother. Lori isn’t that… I mean, she don’t… Aw, come on, Mother!”
“Then you understand what I’m talking about?”
Joey blushed a deep pink, burying his face into the comic book. Sandy had not wanted to embarrass him. This was not the idea she had in mind. Her plan had not formed completely yet. It was still only a foggy idea in her head, but since her experience last night she was determined to try something.
Ever since Rob had gone to the office this morning, she had tried to come up with some hard and fast way to present her husband and son with what they desired. But she really did not know Lori, only well enough to say hello to when she saw the girl. It was odd, she thought, that her previous feeling of jealousy was gone. All she felt now was the desire to give her husband and son what they wanted — Lori Layne.
Sandy wished she knew more about the girl. All she knew for certain was all the boys, and most of the men, were panting for her tight, curvy little ass. She didn’t know if Lori had ever been fucked, what the teenage girl’s sexual desires were. That was an important element in her vague plan, a most important element. Since her knowledge was limited, she was going to have to take things as they came up, develop them, improve upon them.
Another important element was Joey. It was very obvious that he wanted Lori, but had her son really been with a girl, fucked a girl? He was awfully young. Well, she thought, young or not, his interest in Lori’s cute ass is plain. But, she also thought, a young boy can easily turn his interest toward any girl who is available and willing. He might, at Joey’s age, fall head over heels in love with a girl, but if another came along, waggling her ass in his face, his cock would stand up and after her he would go. He may still want to fuck the first one, but, in the meantime, he would fuck whatever girl was handy until he got his hot little hands on his first love.
Sandy went into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Taking it back into the family room, she sat on the couch next to where her son was leaning. Her knee was against his shoulder. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was going to do, but something was leading her, something that was so powerful that she found it impossible to disobey her impulse. There was a thrilling tingle between her thighs as an idea formed in a vague way, and she gazed at the top of her son’s head, her eyes almost blank, not really seeing him. Her tits were beginning to swell, her nipples turning into hard, rubbery tips, pressing against her blouse. Her cunt was bubbling in a hot, liquid way, and the cheeks of her ass became quite tight.
Hardly thinking, Sandy placed her coffee cup on the end table and slipped to the floor, sitting next to her son. Her skirt, of course, came up high on her thighs as she scooted from the cushions. She did not shove it down. Instead, she drew her knees up, her feet flat on the floor. She looked over his shoulder at the comic book, and her hand rested on her son’s thigh. She could feel Joey trembling, and she was amused to know that he realized something was going to happen but was still puzzled.
“I’m as pretty as Lori,” she whispered softly, close to his ear. “Don’t you think I’m as pretty as she is, honey?”
“Sure, Mother,” he mumbled.
Sandy stretched one thigh out, running her hand up and down. “My legs are as smooth and slender as her’s, aren’t they, Joey?”
“Yeah, I guess,” he gulped, afraid to look at his mother.
“You’re not looking at them, darling,” she said, her voice suddenly thick. “Look at my legs and see if they are as nice as Lori’s.”
Joey glanced quickly, then pulled his gaze away. His cock was very hard inside his pants, and he was trying to conceal this from his mother. But Sandy saw the way his prick bulged up, and her breathing increased. She pressed her shoulder against his, her breath hot on her son’s neck and cheek. Although Joey had his knees drawn up, she could see the outline of his cock through his pants, his prickhead angled toward his chest. She ran a hand up and down his thigh, then around to his back. She caressed his thigh, moving her hand slowly toward his ass. Then, holding her breath as excitement began to rumble through her, she slipped her fingers through his thighs and brushed along his cock and balls.
Joey didn’t move except to tremble. His face was very red now, and Sandy realized he was gasping, trying to control his breathing so she wouldn’t know how excited he was. She moved the tip of one finger up and down his cock, feeling the hardness, thrilled at the way his prick throbbed against her fingertip.
Sandy placed her lips close to her son’s flaming ear and whispered in a throaty voice, “I look as good as Lori, honey. My legs are as pretty as hers, and you want to know something? I don’t tease a boy like she does, Joey.”
She closed her fingers about her son’s cock, giving his prick a squeeze. Her son trembled visibly, and he had stopped breathing. He was not shocked, nor afraid, only surprised and intensely excited.
“I wouldn’t tease a boy, darling,” Sandy murmured softly into his ear. “I don’t like girls who tease that way. It isn’t good for a boy to get all hot like that. It can be horribly painful, I understand.”
Joey was breathing again, but in a panting way. He stared at the comic book, his hands shaking so badly the pages rattled. Sandy squeezed his cock again, then pulled at his zipper. When she pressed his legs out and down, he did not resist.
Sandy slipped her hand into his pants and very gently felt of his cock. His prick was very hard and hot, and she pulled his cock out slowly, her lips kissing at his neck now. Looking down at her son’s cock, Sandy mewled with pleasure. His prick was not as large as his father’s, of course, but his cock was beautiful to her. The prickhead was swollen, almost a light-blue color, and he was dripping from his piss hole. The cockshaft was extremely hard, about four inches long.
She ran her fingertip up and down his prick, then over his smooth cockhead, circling his piss hole. Joey shuddered with intense pleasure, and when his mother closed her fist around his cock and began to jack up and down very slowly, he moaned.
“Do you like this, honey?” she whispered. “Does it make you feel good? Do you think Lori would do this for you? Would she please you this way, Joey?”
Still flushed, but no longer with embarrassment, Joey watched his mother’s fist pumping on his cock. He had become so excited, and this felt so good, he couldn’t feel embarrassed. His mother’s hand on his cock was tight and hot, hotter, even, than his own fist. He sneaked a look at her thighs, and thought he could see the crotch of her panties, but just barely.
Sandy’s cunt was burning hotly between her thighs as she stroked her son’s cock. She writhed her ass against the floor, taking her son’s hand and bringing it up, curling his fingers about one swelling tit.
“Feel that, Joey,” she whispered. “Feel my tit. It’s bigger than Lori’s, isn’t it? Would she let you feel her tit this way, honey, or jack you this way?”
Joey didn’t reply because his throat was dry, his lips dry. He licked them, looking at his mother’s thighs from the corner of his eyes shyly. When she dropped her hand from his, he still cupped her tit. He could feel her nipple pressing into his palm, making his hand itch.
“She wouldn’t do these things with you, Joey,” Sandy continued. “There are many things that she wouldn’t do for you because she probably never heard of them. But me… I know what makes a boy feel good. I can make a boy feel real good! I’d do things Lori never dreamed of doing with a boy!”
She pulled his hand down from her tit, slipped it along her thigh, finally shoved her son’s hand between her thighs. She spread her legs out and curled his fingers into her bubbling crotch. She pressed Joey’s hand tightly against her pantied cunt, hearing him gasp loudly.
“Doesn’t that feel good to you, honey? Isn’t it hot between my legs?” Sandy squeezed his cock harder, and her fist jacked faster. “You can put your hand inside my panties if you want… feel me up, darling! I love it when a boy feels me up! I bet Lori wouldn’t let you feel her cunt like this.”
Joey, now so excited he would do anything, slipped his hand of his own free will to the waistband of his mother’s panties. He ran his hand down inside them, and felt the curling hairs of her cunt. Eagerly now, his fingers moved downward and slipped along the puffy, wet lips of her pussy.
“Oooo, Joey!” Sandy whimpered hotly. “That’s nice, your hand in my panties, feeling me up! Play with my cunt, darling! Play with Mother’s pussy… feel my cunt!”
Joey looked into his mother’s face for the first time since this started and saw the sparkling heat in her dark eyes. Her fist was very, very tight on his cock, jacking him in a way he had never jacked himself. He felt as if he would come if she kept that up.
“That’s right, baby!” Sandy mewled. “My cunt! That is your mother’s pussy you’re feeling! Call it anything you want, whatever excites you best! Call it my cunt, my pussy… twat… snatch! Call it anything you want to call it!”
Joey stammered: “C-c-cunt!”
Sandy laughed with pleasure. “That’s it, Joey, cunt! Mother’s cunt! It’s a hot cunt, a very hot cunt, baby! My pussy is much hotter than Lori’s, I’d bet. I bet my cunt can do things her little pussy never heard of!”
“Mother,” he said, no longer stammering, “can I stick my finger in you?”
Sandy laughed again, a low, husky sound. “You sure can, Joey! You can stick your finger up my cunt!”
She spread her thighs as wide as she could. Joey moved his hand down, cupping her hairy pussy. His middle finger pushed against her puffy cuntlips, then his finger was inside his mother’s pussy.
“You’re real wet and hot, Mother!” he said, his eyes wide and blazing with excitement. “You’re sure wet!”
“That’s because I’m so aroused I want something in me, Joey,” she explained. “A cunt gets nice and wet when a girl wants to fuck!”
“Do you want to fuck, Mother?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.
“I love to fuck,” she whispered.
“I mean, do you want to fuck me?”
“Would you like to fuck me, Joey?” she asked, a grin of wicked pleasure on her beautiful face. “Would you enjoy fucking your mother?”
“Can I?” he asked, excitement making his voice tremble. “Can I really fuck you, Mother? You’ll let me put my cock in your cunt and fuck you? Really? You’re not teasing me, are you, Mother?”
“Didn’t I tell you I never tease a boy?”
“Gosh!”
Sandy turned loose of his cock and quickly jerked her skirt to her waist. She sat back up on the couch, her ass hanging over the edge of the cushions, knees wide. She leaned back, pulling the crotch of her panties to one side, exposing her hairy pussy to her son’s hot eyes. She ran a finger up and down the side of a puffy cuntlip.
