Kathy Andrews Collection, page 785
Pulling her hand from her panties, she sat up, soft cries of frustration coming from her. Sarah was confused, puzzled by what she was feeling, and not feeling. Within a very short time she wanted to fuck. For the first time in her life, she wanted a hard cock in her cunt, ramming and pounding and fucking her.
Sarah was thirty-three years old, lovely, tall and slender with beautiful, shimmering dark hair and bright blue eyes. As a girl in school, the boys had chased her, but she had nothing to do with them. She had no interest in sex at all. She had been a virgin when she married her husband, and it had hurt her badly that first time. Since then, she had not wanted his cock but gave in because she had felt it her duty.
Her husband found himself a more compatible woman, and left her with Jimmy five years earlier. Sarah had not missed him, and neither had her son, apparently. She never saw him, didn’t want to see him, and Jimmy seemed content to it without a father.
And now, Sarah thought her cunt was on fire, melting between her long legs with slippery wetness. She had never felt it before, but now it was there, driving her out of her mind.
She stood up, and almost ripped her dress from her body. Her flesh itched, but no amount of rubbing soothed it. The itch was between her legs, on the swollen lips of her hairy cunt, her clit, but her fingers and hands failed to soothe it. It was becoming worse, and she clawed at her cunt with both hands, sobbing with frustration. She squatted in the middle of her bedroom floor, plunging four fingers up her cunt wildly, the fingers of her other hand agitating the stiffness of her clit. Her panties clung to her hips in shreds, and the juicy sounds her fingers made only increased her frustrated heat.
Pulling her drenched fingers out of her cunt, she stood up again, tearing her bra away and squeezing at her firm, high tits until a sharp pain made her release them. Her nipples pushed out long and hard, a tan brown color, tingling and burning the way her cunt was. She grabbed a hair brush from her dresser, spreading her legs and bending her knees, and rammed the wooden handle up her cunt, fucking herself with it, sobbing with tears streaming down her smooth cheeks. The hairbrush failed her, and she pulled it out of her cunt and threw it across the room. She sat on her bed, burying her face in her hands and cried with misery.
“Mom?” Jimmy’s voice came through the door. “Are you okay?”
She tried to still her sobs.
“I’m fine. Please, leave me alone for a while, honey.”
“I heard something hit the wall, Mom,” he said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m okay,” she sobbed, then, “No, I’m not okay! Jimmy…” She lifted her tearstained face and looked at the door. “Jimmy… please, honey! Oh, God, baby!”
She was on her fret and running to the door. She flung it open, grabbing her son’s hand and pulling him into the room and to her bed.
Jimmy was startled to see his mother naked, her panties hanging in shreds on her hips, her high tits firm, the bushy triangle of her cunt showing, the wetness on her thighs, her face. He didn’t know what to say or do, unable to stop looking at his naked mother.
Sarah sobbed then feverishly began opening her son’s pants, pushing them down, then his shorts. His cock jerked upward, slapping against her chin. She pulled back, eyes wide, staring at his cock a few inches before her face. With a wild, hot gasp, she grabbed her son’s cock and jerked it back and forth swiftly, watching the head bulge, beads of juice oozing from his pisshole.
“Mom…” Jimmy groaned, frozen as he watched her pumping his cock, his body shaking as badly as hers.
“Jimmy!” she moaned, her other hand cupping his small, but full balls. “Oh, Jimmy!”
She rubbed the head of his cock about her face, her cheeks and chin, feeling his wetness on her flesh. Her eyes closed, and she drew in a deep, shuddering breath, turning him loose. She stood a moment before him, then grabbed his shoulders and fell across her bed on her back, legs spread wide as her son fell on top of her.
“Fuck me!” she screamed. “Jimmy, fuck me!”
Clutching her startled son’s hips with both hands, Sarah twisted her ass about, her cunt searching for his cock. She felt it throbbing along her inner thigh, and with a hot cry, one hand darted behind her uplifted ass, pushing at his cock, getting the swollen head on the puffy wetness of her slit. She lunged her ass up and Jimmy’s cock stabbed into her cunt.
“Ohhhh, Jimmy!” she cried out, clutching his ass again, her fingers digging into the flesh, squirming her cunt at the base of her son’s cock.
“Ahhhh, baby, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!”
Sarah hardly knew what she was doing. Her passion was so intense, her need so great, it didn’t matter that it was her son’s cock in her cunt. All that mattered was a hard cock was there, throbbing powerfully, filling and stretching her with mind-shattering ecstasy. She did not know that her son lay stiffly, unmoving, still shaken by what had happened. She clamped her palms and fingers tightly on his ass, and humped up and down, fucking on his cock. Purrs and gasps came from her. She wrapped her long legs about his, locking her ankles across the backs of his thighs, and pounded frantically up and down, whipping her ass sideways, crushing her inflamed cunt and swollen pussylips brutally against the base of his cock.
Jimmy’s chest smashed her firm tits, his hands above his mother’s head. His eyes were closed, lips gaping, and he grunted as her cunt rammed up and down on his cock. His balls became tight, and the silky wet heat seemed to sear the flesh of his bulging prick, consuming him.
Sarah cried and sobbed, grinding her hips furiously, making soft wet slapping sounds as she raced her cunt up the length of her son’s cock and down again. Her body was tingling with insane heat, her mind reeling with the most rapture she had ever felt in her entire life. Her cunt felt as if it was on fire, yet so wet it was unbelievable. She could feel her pussy throb and squeeze in delicious waving motions on the shaft of her son’s cock, and her cunt was so tight, so hard, she was going out of her mind.
She unlocked her ankles and placed her heels on the edge of her bed, knees bent and flung wide. With this leverage, she banged up onto her son’s cock almost violently, lifting his body. The outrageous need between her legs drove her, carried her into the realm of screaming ecstasy.
“Fuck me!” she cried over and over. “Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!”
Her hands moved off his ass and up his back to his shoulders, then his head. She clung to his hair, pulling it without knowing, her hips gyrating with wild, frenzied action. She lifted her head and bit into her son’s shoulder, trying to stifle the screams in her throat. The wetness of her cunt increased until the insides of her smooth thighs were slippery, the cheeks of her rounded ass glistening. Her cunt was pulling at Jimmy’s cock as it plunged up and down, clasping and releasing, tightening and loosening. Her clit was larger than it ever had been, throbbing and ready to burst like a ripe gape. Her tits were hard, very hard, her nipples pushing up stiffly against his chest.
“Jimmy! Oh, my God, Jimmy!” she wailed. “I’m about to… ohhh, ram your cock up my cunt hard! My cunt is… mother’s cunt is… ooooohhhhh!”
The orgasm almost tore Sarah apart.
Her cunt contracted with almost painful spasms, yet it was so sweet, so beautiful, she felt no pain. Her clit throbbed in the way his cock did, the juicy tightness of her cunt caressing his cock with little ripples as it convulsed and quivered and sucked.
Sarah strained her pussy as hard as she could on her son’s cock, squealing as the rapture intensified. Her hands were once again clutching her son’s ass, pulling him down tight, trying to take his hard cock deeper yet. Her orgasm burned from her belly button, radiating out from her cunt and along her thighs to her knees, the cheeks of her ass melting and her asshole puckering as her cunt did.
The orgasm was losing strength, and she began to slowly relax, moaning as the steamy glow flowed through her.
And then Jimmy came.
She felt his cock lurching a couple of times inside her cunt, but didn’t know he was coming. Her eyes opened then bulged. Jimmy was spewing hot, thick comejuice into her cunt, rapidly, jerk after jerk.
“Jimmy!” she screeched, her cunt gripping his gushing cock as another orgasm burst hotly inside her. “Jimmy… ohhh, Jimmy!”
Her hands dug hard into the crack of her son’s ass, pulling him down tightly as he spewed into her pussy, her cunt drawing on the shaft of his cock like a hot, greedy mouth.
Slowly, very slowly, Sarah came down. Her ass slumped to the bed, her heels sliding from the edge and thumping to the floor. Her arms weakened and she dropped them to her sides, breathing hard, her son’s weight smashing down on her body as he panted, his face buried into her neck.
After a long time, Jimmy lifted from his mother, his cock pulling out of her cunt with a little sucking sound. He stood up, turning sideways shyly and pulling his pants up. Sarah lay in her sprawled, exposed position, too weak to move. Her eyes were slitted, and she could see nothing but a hazy outline of her son as he left her, closing her bedroom door softly behind him.
Sarah felt the tears in her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she was crying from shame, or because she had felt something she had only heard about, something that was so tremendous, so good she could hardly believe she had actually felt it.
Sarah was like a stranger around her son. Both were shy and bashful, avoiding looking at each other directly. Sarah could not understand what had come over her, but she had loved it. She wanted to fuck her son again, but he was so bashful, avoiding her even while they were in the same room. He was in and out of the house, running around with his cousin, Keith.
She was surprised that her nephew allowed her son to be with him all the time. Keith was a few years older than Jimmy. Yet Keith was like an older brother to Jimmy, and they were inseparable.
Karen, her sister, was a few years older than Sarah, but seemed so worldly to Sarah. Karen was outgoing, outspoken, and with a sunny disposition that drew others to her. Like Sarah, Karen was tall and beautiful, but they didn’t look like sisters at all. Where Sarah was dark-haired, Karen was a lovely honey blonde, and where Sarah had blue eyes, Karen’s were brown. They had never been close as teenagers, and had only become friends in the past five years or so. Now they shopped together, gossiped together, and Karen made feeble attempts at matchmaking her younger sister.
Their closeness started when Sarah was divorced, and had become even closer over the past five years. The one thing Sarah wished her sister wouldn’t do was talk about her own husband so badly. She was sure her brother-in-law was not as bad as Karen said. He was a good provider, even if he did travel often in his business. When he was home, he continued to work, and according to Karen, had little patience with his son or her.
Sarah wondered if Karen had ever felt the urge to do what she had done at the instant teller machine, and giggled as she tried to imagine Karen lifting her dress as she had done. One thing she was sure of, Karen had not fucked Keith as she had fucked Jimmy. Karen wouldn’t do anything so shameful, she was sure. Besides, Karen could not be as frustrated, even if her husband did travel often. Karen probably had no problem with sex, and enjoyed orgasms frequently. Sarah felt she was the only woman in the world that found little satisfaction in getting fucked. That is, until she practically raped her son.
Fucking Jimmy had shown her what it was supposed to be like, what a real orgasm actually was. During the next week, Sarah attempted to recreate that wonderful, intense feeling by using her fingers and hands, but nothing seemed to feel right. She could stretch her cunt by ramming all her fingers into it, but the sensations weren’t the same, and it failed to make her come, even weakly. She would start to tingle, then it would go away, leaving her in worse shape than ever. She longed to grab her son and stuff his cock into her cunt, climb on top of him bounce away, rape him again. But she was ashamed of her earlier actions, and could see the way her son would look at her accusingly then shift his gaze quickly.
The day before, she had been on the couch, her dress wrapped about her narrow waist, her panties pulled to one side, vigorously fucking herself with all four fingers, trying hard to bring about release again, when her son came in and saw her.
For a moment he stared, then turned and left her quickly.
Sarah, her fingers buried far up her pussy, had frozen when her son walked in, her breath caught in her chest. She had pulled her drenched fingers from her cunt and sat there, feeling guilty, thinking this was all wrong. It should have been her catching her son playing with his cock, not him finding her vigorously fingerfucking.
CHAPTER TWO
Jimmy had not come home until almost bedtime, and she didn’t have the courage to let him know he was breaking the rules by staying out so late. After all, she had broken the rules with him a week ago. When he came in, he went straight to his room, closing his door, never glancing at her.
Sarah knew her son felt embarrassed about her rape, knew he was shy and bashful about it. She thought he had been hurt by what she had done, ashamed of her, perhaps.
She paced the floor, wringing her hands wishing she had more control over what was happening to her. She should not have been sitting on the couch with her fingers up her cunt in the first place, she told herself. If she had to fuck herself, she should have been in her room, so her son wouldn’t have seen her. But she had been on the couch, and he had seen her, and there was nothing she could do about it now. When she got up this morning he had already had breakfast and was out of the house and now it was early afternoon and he had not come home yet.
The doorbell startled her in mid-pace.
A frantic feeling came over her for a moment, then she pushed it away. She had nothing to be afraid of, and certainly not because the doorbell rang.
“Oh, hi,” she said, seeing Karen there.
Karen brushed past her and to the couch, sitting down and looking at Sarah quizzically.
“Sarah, you look different.”
“Different? How?” Sarah clasped her hands across her stomach, avoiding a direct gaze at her older sister. She was sure Karen could see everything in her eyes.
“More… radiant,” Karen said. “Your eyes are sparkling.”
“My eyes?”
“And there’s a certain glow on your skin,” Karen said. “Are you seeing some man after all this time? If so, it’s damn well time you did. A new man can positively make a woman glow.”
“Karen, you know better than that,” Sarah said, her voice shaky. “I don’t know any men, and I wouldn’t have one if I did.”
“Oh, is that right?” Karen asked, arching her eyebrows. “And you seem so nervous about something. Hey, come on, this is big sister. What’s bothering you, Sarah?”
“Nothing,” Sarah said, her lips tight as she began her pacing once more, not aware of it. “Nothing is bothering me.”
Karen watched Sarah closely, seeing how she wrung her hands, the stiffness of her body, the back-and-forth movement from one end of the room to the other, the slight frown on her lovely face.
Sarah fought to keep herself calm. Karen had always been very perceptive, always seeming to know about others just by looking at them. She didn’t want Karen to see through her, see what was tumbling about inside her mind, see that she had fucked her son, that she was about to go out of her mind with this crazy, tormenting desire.
“I get it,” Karen said softly.
Sarah did not reply, but walked to the huge front window, facing it, staring out at the bright sunny day. Sunshine shined though the window, and Sarah did not know that her body was outlined under her dress, her long legs showing as she stood with her feet slightly apart. Karen was looking at her sister’s back, seeing how rigid it was. She knew, instinctively, what her younger sister’s problem was.
Quietly she stood and moved up behind Sarah. When she placed her hands on Sarah’s shoulders, she felt her sister begin to tremble, and heard a soft whimper come from Sarah.
“I know what it is,” Karen whispered soft.
“You’re tight as a drum, Sarah. I went through this once, when I was in high school. I know just what to do to make you relax. A girl helped me then, and I’ll help you now, Sarah.”
Karen began massaging Sarah’s neck muscles, her fingers firm and soothing. Sarah whimpered again as the touch of her sister’s fingers sent a wild, bubbling her to her aunt, her tits pushing out hard at her dress. She closed her eyes, resisting the urge to lean back, give herself up to her sister’s soothing hands and fingers. She tightened her muscles, clenching the checks of her ass.
“Come on, relax,” Karen whispered, hot breath. “Relax, this won’t hurt a bit.”
Sarah could hardly breathe. Karen’s soft hands were moving along her back but then they slipped around her waist, and slowly moved upward. Sarah trembled, moist little sobs in her throat. She wanted to run away, yet she wanted to stay. Her legs shook, and she looked down at her sister’s hand when she felt them moving upward.
“Please…” she panted as her sister’s hand cupped her tits.
“Shhhhh,” Karen whispered in her ear, squeezing Sarah’s tits gently, rubbing her palms about the stiff nipples. “Just relax. Just relax and let the tension flow out, honey.”
Sarah closed her eyes, feeling her tits tingle as her sister massaged them, squeezing deliciously. She stood on weak legs in front of the window, and sagged slightly. She placed her hands on top of her sister’s, leaning her head back, feeling the burning wetness in the crotch of her bikini panties. Her breath came faster, and her hips started to writhe. She felt Karen’s body pressing against hers, felt Karen’s tits smashing on her shoulder blades, and the pressure of her lower body against her clenched asscheeks.
“Please, Karen…” she whispered in a little sob.
