Kathy Andrews Collection, page 793
With a lunge, Keith drove his cock up his mother’s cunt. Karen let out a squeal as her pussy spread around the hardness. His hands grabbed her arching ass, holding it up. He started pounding in and out of his mother’s cunt, making juicy sounds. Karen grunted from the wild stabs, her shapely tits jiggling, nipples stiff in desire. She gazed up at his face as his cock plunged back and forth.
“Ooooh, Keith!” she moaned loudly. “Ahhh, Keith, its wonderful! Fuck me, Keith! Fuck mother in the hot cunt! I can feel your balls bouncing on my ass… on my asshole! Fuck me, Keith! Fuck me good!”
Jimmy’s cock lifted with hardness as he and his mother watched them, and Sarah leaned down, taking it into her, mouth. She could see Keith’s cock stabbing into her sister’s hairy cunt. While she sucked on Jimmy’s cock, she watched the creamy, pink pussy of Karen cling to Keith’s hardness, her naked ass shaking as Karen held her knees against her shoulders. Her cunt was on fire. Her hand slipped out to her nephew’s bouncing ass, then between his thighs to feel his balls, and finally a finger began to rub at Karen’s crinkling asshole.
With the added stimulation, Karen began to fling her ass up and down, whipping her ass sideways, almost screaming in rapture, the juicy sounds of her son’s cock exciting her almost as much as the way it felt inside her.
Lifting her mouth off Jimmy’s cock, Sarah stood and straddled his legs, spreading her cunt with both hands.
“Put your cock in my pussy, Jimmy,” she said, still watching Keith’s cock battering his mother’s cunt. “Slide your cock up mother’s cunt.”
Jimmy positioned his cock, and Sarah slipped her fiery pussy onto it, bringing her knees to the cushions along his hips. Sitting upright, impaled on her son’s cock, Sarah began to bounce, fucking Jimmy as she watched her sister getting fucked by her son. With her knees tight, Sarah plunged her cunt up and down her son’s prick. Karen, sobbing with ecstasy, grabbed at Jimmy’s hand, pulling it to one of her tits, just as her own son leaned forward to grab the other tit, his cock never missing a beat in her cunt.
“Come on, Karen!” Sarah gasped. “Let’s show these guys! Let’s fuck the piss out of them! Let’s show them what good mothers they have… good fucking mothers… mothers with hot cunts… mothers that need cock! Let’s fuck their fucking brains out, Karen!”
“Yes!” Karen shrieked. “I’ll fuck your brains out, Keith!”
The moist, squishy sounds of two hot, juicy cunts filled the air, the fleshy slaps against asscheeks. Sarah whipped her ass up and down on her son’s cock, digging brutally at her own tits as she stared glassy-eyed at Keith fucking his mother, seeing his cock stretch the hairy lips of the cunt she had enjoyed sucking so much earlier.
“Faster, Keith!” Karen wailed, grinding her ass at him wantonly. “Pound mother’s pussy! Bruise mother’s cunt with your cock! Fuck my cunt as hard as you can… as hard as you want! Oooooh, ram it up my cunt, darling! Mother’s cunt does need hard cock… lots of hard cock!”
“And tongues,” Sarah supplied.
“Oh, yes! Long, wet tongues sliding inside me… licking my pussy… sucking my cunt!”
“You like a tonguefuck, Mom?” Keith asked, breathless as he stabbed as fast as he could into her pussy. “You like to get your cunt sucked? Your mouth fucked?”
“Yes, yes!” Karen screamed out. “I want fucked… my cunt wants fucked… my mouth needs fucked!”
Jimmy squeezed his aunt’s tit, looking down at her hairy cunt racing up to meet the thrust of his cousin’s cock, then at his mother’s spreading crotch as her pussy rode his prick.
Keith had turned loose of his mother’s tit, standing up but looking at the wild way she tossed her bushy cunt up and down as he rammed into it.
Karen yelped and gasped, holding her thighs high and tight against her shoulders, waggling her ass lewdly, the friction of her son’s cock against the sensitive, steamy walls of her velvety cunt, making her, tremble toward an orgasm.
Suddenly, as if surprised by it, Karen screeched into orgasm. Her ass jerked upward, the hairy lips squeezing and sucking at her son’s cock. The contractions worked on Keith’s prick, waving and pulling from the base up to the head. His balls smashed at his mother’s puckering hole, and he screwed up his face.
“You want it, Mom?” he gasped. “Can I come in your cunt, Mom?”
“Yes!” Karen shrieked. “Pour it to me! Squirt it in my pussy! Ahhhh, Keith, come in mother’s cunt… now!”
Keith’s body trembled, then went stiff as he strained his cock as deep as he could into her cunt. The hot gush of his comejuices spewing into her pussy increased the power of her orgasm, and Karen began to scream over and over with mindless ecstasy.
Just before she began to wind down, Sarah let out a squeal, smashing down as hard as she could onto, her son’s cock. “Ohhhhh, I’m going to come, Jimmy!”
Jimmy grabbed at his mother’s grinding hips, pushing his cock up into her convulsing cunt.
“Me too, Mom!”
The hot spray of her son’s juices flooded her overheated cunt, making Sarah cry out with rapture. Her pussy, like her sister’s, clamped about Jimmy’s cock as he came, the rippling waves of her orgasm pulling the juices from his young, fiery balls.
“Ahhhh! Oooooh, so much!” Sarah gurgled. “You come so fucking much for me, baby!”
After shuddering a few times, Sarah climbed off her son’s cock, sinking to the floor and resting her cheek on Jimmy’s knees. She watched Keith pull his dripping cock out of his mother’s cunt, and saw the creamy juices oozing from the hairy lips, running slowly to the pucker of Karen’s light-brown asshole. With a little mewl, Sarah pushed her face over before Karen could lower her knees, and lapped Keith’s juices from her asshole, sliding her tongue up the wet slit and twisting it around Karen’s slightly pulsating cunt. Karen’s ass lurched up and she moaned.
“Oh, no more right now, please. I can’t stand it now.”
Keith sat at his mother’s side, and when he began to fondle her tits, she looked up at him, eyes glittering in delight. Her hand searched and found his wet cock, and she squeezed it. Keith lifted his face to his mother’s and they kissed for a long time. Karen sat between her son and Jimmy, with Sarah on the floor at their feet. She caressed her sister’s nyloned thighs while Karen fondled the boy’s cocks and balls, being kissed by them, her nipples sucked by them. She shivered and trembled often when a spasm of pleasure shot through her. She had her legs draped over each boy’s thighs, unashamedly displaying her fiery cunt.
“I think you’re going to enjoy all this, Karen,” Sarah said softly, kissing one nyloned knee. “I surely do.”
“Enjoy what?” Karen asked.
“Oh, you know, lifting your dress in public giving people a look at your pretty ass and cunt.”
“Oh, no!” Karen groaned. “I’ve never done anything like that in my life. No, Sarah, I won’t do that… I won’t expose myself in public.”
“Why not, Mom?” Keith asked. “Aunt Sarah loves to.”
“It’s… you know, shameful.”
Sarah giggled. “Of course it’s shameful. That’s what makes it so exciting, feeling shameful.”
“I won’t,” Karen said, but there was not much force to her words. “I refuse to do that.”
“Refuse?” Sarah asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“Sarah, please, anything but that,” Karen said.
Sarah laughed lewdly, sliding a hand, to her sister’s ass, slipping a fingertip into the crack and touching the tight, hot asshole. “I bet you’ll tell me you won’t let our boys fuck your tight asshole, too.”
She probed her sister’s asshole, and Karen began to whimper, arching her crotch upward. “I might do that, but not the other.”
“I wonder what Dad would say…” Keith said, looking as if he was ready to tell his father.
“Damn you!” Karen said. “Damn all of you, Sarah, I was only trying to help you out, and now look what you’ve got me into?”
“Are you going to let the boys fuck your pretty asshole?” Sarah asked softly, working a fingertip into the pucker.
“Yes, I will!” Karen moaned.
“And show your ass, Mom?” Keith insisted.
“Ohhhh, please…”
Sarah’s finger slipped into her asshole. “Yes! Blackmail me! Oh, yes, please blackmail me…”
THE END
PR-3332 THROW MAMA ON THE BED
CHAPTER ONE
Never in her life had Roxie felt such feelings. Sex simply had not been part of her life.
Until now.
For some reason, she thought about it constantly. Images of hard cocks would come into her mind at the most inappropriate times, often embarrassing her. She would be shopping in the supermarket, and an unusually shaped cucumber would suddenly resemble a thick, long cock. She found herself looking for things that resembled a cock, blushing furiously when she realized what she was doing. Even mundane objects like a telephone pole made her think of cock.
Once, much to her embarrassment, she had come out of her bath, forgetting she was naked, and she had bumped into her son in the hallway.
For a moment Roxie had seemed disoriented, until she saw how her son was staring at her. Then, with a cry of embarrassment, arms and hands covering her tits and cunt as best she could, she had run back into the bathroom and slammed the door, sitting on the toilet and sobbing into her hands, wondering what was happening to her. Later, after she had calmed somewhat, she wondered what her son must think of her.
Tossing soiled clothing into a washing machine, she felt it vibrating, against her hips and thighs. Immediately she felt such a responding throb in her cunt, and she moaned, not wanting to feel such wanton sensations. Her hips pushed against the machine, the vibration sending quivering thrills through her body. Squeezing her eyes shut, Roxie felt herself giving in to the urges, for the first time unable to resist.
Arching her back, she inched her skirt up.
The cheeks of her ass tightened, then began to bunch in a writhing motion. Her cunt seemed to swell, become puffy, her clit knotted with fiery heat.
“No,” she whispered in a desperate try to stop herself. “No… no… no.”
She slipped her skirt to her narrow waist, glancing over her shoulder to make sure the door was still closed, that her son was not peeking.
Sliding her hot palms up and down her thighs, Roxie began to twist her ass, swaying sensuously. She was moaning softly. Her hands cupped the grinding cheeks of her ass, squeezing hard. She was acutely aware of her cunt, the expanding sensation of it in her tight panties. She felt the moisture in the crotch, on her inner thighs. Gripping one cheek of her ass, she pushed her other hand between the washing machine and her body, curling her fingers into her cunt, pressing and rubbing in slow motion.
Roxie did not hear the door open, nor see her son peeking at her.
Rich stared at his mother’s ass, her skirt twisted about her waist, watching her squeeze her asscheek, knowing she was rubbing her cunt with the other hand. A grin spread over his face as he watched.
Roxie was deep in an erotic fantasy now, and she turned, with her eyes still closed, feeling for the handle of the car door. She opened the door, sitting in the seat. Leaning back until she was flat on the seat, she spread her knees wide, sliding a hand beneath the waistband of her panties.
Rich watched, his eyes burning in fascination, seeing his mother’s panties bulge outward as she began to move her hand inside them. Soft pussy hair gleamed along the spreading edges. He saw how puffy the lips of her cunt were, heard the hot, liquid sound as she moved her two fingers into her cunt.
Plunging her two fingers into her cunt as deep as she could, Roxie whimpered and tossed her ass upward, grinding in tight screwing motions. Her other hand was beneath her ass, clutching a tight asscheek once again. She rammed her fingers in and out, the friction bringing sobs of ecstasy from her.
“Ooohhhhh… ooooh!” she moaned, the sound carrying to her staring son. “Ahhhh… ooooooooh… mmmmm!”
As the hot feelings increased, Roxie tossed her ass up and down, swinging her hips wildly, plunging her fingers in and out of her cunt with wanton, mindless rapture.
Jerking her hand off her ass, she darted it under her thin sweater. She didn’t hear the gasp of her son as she exposed her tits. Feverishly pulling and twisting her nipples, Roxie began to fingerfuck herself with vigorous strokes, arching her crotch. Her panties pulled away, and her son gazed in steamy fascination, now able to watch her two fingers penetrating the hairy wetness.
“Ooohhhh, yes!” Roxie sobbed. “Oh, yes!”
A low whine came from her as her ass lurched upward. The whine changed to a throaty scream. She buried her two fingers as far into her cunt as she could, smashing one of her tits almost flat with her palm.
“Yes! Ohhhh, yes!”
Rich saw his mother shudder, then her hips seemed to start jerking out of control.
“Oooooommmmmm!” She strained her cunt onto her fingers as the convulsion burned through her, her stomach rippling. Then, as the spasms weakened, she let her ass slump, but her fingers were still inside her cunt.
Rich kept watching, seeing the stretching of her pussy. His cock almost burst from his jeans Roxie slowly pulled her fingers from her cunt, her legs moving together slowly.
By the time she was sitting up in the car, Rich had closed the garage door, and she never knew he had been watching her. With a blush on her lovely face, she stood on shaky legs, smoothing her skirt down, returning to the washing machine. She felt dazed for a moment, concerned that she had weakened and given in to the wicked urge.
Then a smile spread over her face, eyes gleaming softly.
She felt good, very good.
The relief had been needed.
But she still felt ashamed of what she had done.
However, her relief was short-lived.
Soon after dinner, Roxie was horrified to find those urges coming on again, stronger than they had been that afternoon. She was sitting in the living room with her son, watching television, when her clit started swelling.
She glanced at Rich, feeling guilty for some vague reason. Her cunt began to throb with such wild heat, it seemed impossible that he didn’t know. Roxie let the sensations flood her, unable to stop them in any event. Pressing her thighs together didn’t help at all. In fact, the pressure only made it worse.
Rich looked at her and saw his mother staring at him with a wild, almost mindless expression.
Roxie sat upright in the chair, eyes wide, mouth gaping, as her cunt throbbed and burned crazily. She looked at the front of her son’s pants. She curled her fingers into tight fists, her palms itching. She felt the strong impulse to jerk her skirt up above her waist and expose herself to her son.
She began to tremble, now gripping the arms of her chair. Rich’s cock looked huge inside his jeans; she could see the shape of it, the slight bulge of his balls.
Roxie swallowed nervously.
Rich gazed at her, remembering what he had seen her do earlier. His cock began to stiffen.
Roxie stared in horror, seeing her son’s cock lift and harden, and still she could not take her eyes off it. It lengthened, thickened, right before her eyes. She moaned softly, her cunt pulsating.
“Rich,” she whispered, eyes on his cock. As if unaware of what she was doing, Roxie stood up, still gazing at his now-thrusting cock. She took a stumbling step toward him, one hand lifting. “Ritchy…”
With a low whimper, Roxie stopped at her son’s knees. She knelt, sliding her hands up his thighs. She stared at his face.
Ritchy wasn’t startled. He spread his knees apart as his mother moved her hands along his thighs. Roxie was breathing deeply, her tits lifting and falling, nipples pronounced behind the thin sweater. Once more she stared at his cock as her fingers approached it. She was shaking, hands trembling. She murmured his name once more, then touched the tip of his cock with a fingertip.
Rich gasped.
“Ritchy…” Roxie ran her palm along the length of his cock. “Oh, Ritchy!”
Feverishly, Roxie ripped at her son’s pants, getting them open. Rich pushed his ass to the edge of the couch, eager and willing. Pulling his cock from his fly, Roxie began to pant as she closed her fist about it. She jerked and pushed, pumping vigorously, the hardness and heat searing her palm. She stroked his cock vigorously, mewling with uncontrolled pleasure, watching the head swell and bulge in her fist.
“Ritchy!” she gasped.
Jerking her hand off his cock, she jumped to her feet. As her son watched in pleased fascination, Roxie yanked her skirt to her waist, tearing and ripping at her flimsy panties. As they slid down her legs, she almost jumped astride her son, spreading her knees over his hips.
With a wildness that was almost frightening, she grasped her son’s cock at the base and stuffed the swollen head into her cunt swiftly. With a low moan, she sank onto it, feeling her cunt spread about the thickness. Throwing her head back, gripping his shoulders tightly, Roxie began to bounce up and down, fucking her son.
“Oooooh, yes, yes!” she cried.
Rich grabbed her waist, squeezing, as he strained his cock up to her burning cunt. His eyes were glowing, mouth gaping. The wet heat of his mother’s cunt closing about his cock was making him tremble and gasp.
Roxie jerked up and down, the friction of her son’s cock becoming more intense and satisfying than her fingers. Her cunt felt so deliciously full, so tightly crammed. She cooed, jerking her ass back and forth, then bouncing on his cock again.
Liquid sounds came from between her legs as she humped, her head tossing about frantically. Her tits jiggled. She was aware that her son was pushing his cock up into her cunt, that she was gyrating her ass lewdly, that she was about to come, and that she was fucking her son, yet it seemed like a dream, unreal.
“Uhhhhhh… uuuuuhhhhh!” she moaned, jerking her ass back and forth, feeling her clit scrape along the hard shaft of his cock. “Oooooh… uhhhhhh!”
