Kathy Andrews: Mother needs it hot

The gushes of creamy come juice flooded Susan's cunt, making her naked body shake, her tits ready to burst.

With her son still coming into her cunt, everything went weak, and Susan sprawled forward, her legs scooting back. Tommy went down with her, lying across his mother's back. His cock, relaxing, slipped from her pussy as it squeezed.

"Ohhhhh, it's finished," Susan moaned. "I don't want it to be over."

Tommy panted as he relaxed on top of his mother's naked body.

"Does it have to be over, Mom?" he asked, almost shy.

"No, baby," she whispered. "It doesn't."

"We can fuck again?"

"Anytime, all the time," Susan murmured happily. "Anytime you want, baby, you can fuck mother."

Leaving her son in her room, Susan called her younger sister into the living room.

Wanda sat next to her, shy, keeping her eyes averted and her hands folded in her lap. Susan noticed that Wanda had really grown up since she had last seen her. The years between their ages had prevented then from being really close, like most sisters, and Susan really knew nothing about Wanda, except she had just graduated from high school, didn't want to go to college, and wanted to stay with her and Tommy while she found herself a good job.

The last time Susan had seen her sister, Wanda had been a skinny little thing. Now she was all grown up and quite shapely. There had been a fantastic change in Wanda's body. She now had sharp, firm mouthwatering tits, molded by her tight sweater. Her waist was small, and her hips lovely. Susan had already seen those beautiful long legs.

"Well, Wanda," Susan said, eyeing her sister. "It seems you've learned a few things since I last saw you."

Wanda didn't reply.

"Do you know how old Tommy is?" Wanda nodded her head. "And you know he is your nephew?" Wanda rubbed her hands together in her lap. "Aren't you ashamed?" Susan asked, her voice low.

This brought a response from Wanda. She lifted her head and looked her sister in the eye. "Aren't you?"

"Why should I be ashamed?" Susan asked. "You were the one hanging onto his cock, it was your panties Tommy had his hand in."

"Maybe so," Wanda said, without a trace of her former shyness, "but I didn't fuck him."

"Say what you mean," Susan said.

"You make a lot of noise when you're fucking, Susan," Wanda said boldly. "You really should learn to control yourself."

Susan looked her sister over, a faint smile on her lovely face. Wanda returned her stare, unflinching.

After a long time, Susan said very softly, "So now what?"

"I want in on the fun, Susan," Wanda said, sliding her knee up onto the cushions and facing her older sister. "Why do you I think I came here to live? To find work? Bullshit! I've got enough money to carry me for a year. I had to get away from that dumb jerk-off town."

Susan understood that. The town they came from was very small, and everyone knew what each other was doing and to whom.

"So you had a reputation, huh?" Susan asked, knowing it. She too, had had one before she finally escaped to the city.

"You might say I was getting one," Wanda replied.

"I can see why," Susan said, noticing the smooth flesh of her sister's legs. "If you grab every man or boy five minutes after meeting him, that's understandable. Any girl would get a reputation."

Wanda shifted on the couch, and Susan found herself eying the expanse of flesh above her sister's knee. "You do have trouble controlling such urges, don't you, Wanda?"

"Sometimes," Wanda admitted, giving her older sister an impish grin. "But I can… if I want to. It's just that I don't want to. It feels too good to stop."

Susan watched creamier thigh become revealed as her younger sister talked. She wondered if Tommy would remain in her room as she asked him to. She wondered what Wanda would be doing with him just as soon as she went back to work on Monday. She didn't wonder very hard, though. After what she had seen, she knew what her sister and son would be doing as soon as the door closed behind her. Oddly enough, Susan felt no jealousy or anger.

"You really have to ride the subway one of these days, Wanda," she said. She felt no surprise in talking to her sister this way. It was almost as if they had been close all their lives. "You can meet strange characters on the subway." She told then about what happened on her way home.

Wanda laughed, her blue eyes glowing with excitement. "I would want to see who it was."

"Oh, but that wouldn't be any fun," Susan said. "The exciting thing is not knowing who was rubbing against me. Try it and you'll see."

But Wanda wasn't thinking about the subway now. "You did fuck Tommy, didn't you?" For a moment, Susan didn't reply, but she stared into her sister's eyes, a faint smile on her face. Then she nodded her head, once. "But it was the first time," she said quickly, as if to explain herself. "I'd thought about it before, but today was the first time."

"Because of what you saw, huh?"

"Probably," Susan confessed.

"Then you could say I helped you out," Wanda said softly, running the pink tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. "You might not have fucked him if you hadn't seen us."

"That's true," Susan replied.

Wanda inched her skirt up gazing into her older sister's face. "The reason I had to leave home wasn't because of a boy," she said, her voice throaty. "Oh, I had boys – many boys. I had the bad luck to be caught with a woman."

"A woman?"

"Well, yes," Wanda said, licking her lips again. "She was a few years older than me, and beautiful. I wouldn't have anything to do with anyone that didn't attract me. Sure, I fucked around, but I picked who I fucked. I don't lay for just anyone, Susan."

Susan's eyes followed her sister's fingers. Wanda had inched her skirt halfway up her thigh now. The leg was so slender and shapely, the flesh tanned and creamy.

"A woman?" Susan repeated, curious. "Tell me about it, Wanda."

"There isn't much to tell," her younger sister said. "We just got it on. In her car, as a matter of fact."

"Teenager stuff," Susan grinned.

"So what?" Wanda replied. "When I'm turned an, I don't care where I get fucked. But about what happened. She went down on me in the back seat. I had had my cunt sucked by boys, but that was the first time a woman sucked me. I liked it, I really did like it."

"She made you come?"

"Like you'd never believe!" Wanda giggled. Susan could now see the crotch of her younger sister's lacy panties. She was mesmerized by the slight bulge of Wanda's cunt there, the shadow of pussy hair.

"And did… you lick her?" Susan said, her voice barely under control. Her cunt was twitching between her thighs, becoming wet. Her response wasn't surprising, Susan became aroused easily. The surprise was her reaction to what her sister was saying, what she was seeing.

"Of course," Wanda whispered, slipping her hand along her inner thigh, cupping her cunt and pressuring it. She kept staring at Susan, rubbing her palm along the crotch of her panties boldly, unashamedly.

"Did you… did you enjoy doing it?"

"It was lovely," Wanda purred, sliding her hand into her panties as Susan stared holly. "A pussy is so soft and hot, the feel of a soft cunt against my mouth was exciting. She was very, very wet, and you know, her pussy juices were delicious! She didn't have very much cunt hair, but my God, what a clit! It was like a tiny cock, and so hard! I sucked on it and sucked on it! When she came, it was like an earthquake."

Susan was breathing deeply, her firm tits rising and falling. Her cunt was burning, the crotch of her panties drenched. She felt as if her clit was as stiff as a small cock, too. The cheeks of her ass tightened as she watched her sister's hand moving inside the lacy panties. A soft, liquid sound came from between Wanda's thighs. Wanda was openly and unashamedly fingerfucking herself. She sat with one leg on the cushions, the other on the floor. She leaned against the arm of the couch, her eyes slitted with passion.