Kathy Andrews: Mom_s incest orgy

Judy was banging her cunt up and down in to Jay's face furiously, grinding with her hot, smooth thighs gripping his head. Jay's fingers were clawing at her ass cheeks, his nose wedged between them. The muffled gurgles from Judy told Susan that she, too, was coming.

Judy's tight, wet lips began racing up and down Jay's throbbing cock, sucking in a frenzy as she came. She held Jay's balls tightly in her hand as she sucked hungrily on his cock.

The excitement Judy felt was transferred across the small room to Susan. Susan's cunt pulsated hotly as she watched her son being sucked so greedily by the pretty girl. She licked at her lips as she stared, seeing Judy's mouth working up and down his throbbing prick. He was arching his hips upward now, trying to shove his cock as deep as he could into the girl's hot, wet mouth.

A soft, delighted gurgle bubbled from Judy as Jay gushed jizz into her hungry mouth. Susan watched as her son shot his white fuck juice into her mouth. The girl's throat worked and her lips clung tightly to his cock.

When it was finished, Judy pulled from his prick and lay with her cheek resting upon his cock and balls, her thighs no longer tight about his head.

Susan looked down at Burt's cock pressing against her tit, seeing his glistening pre-cum covering her creamy flesh. She pulled at his balls, bringing her other hand up from her cunt and slipping it between his thighs. She dug her fingers into his ass, and he brought his cock up toward her face.

His fist beat rapidly back and forth on his prick now as he arched forward. Susan ran the tip of her tongue over his dripping piss hole as he jacked off. She knew what he wanted to do now, and she was more than willing.

Holding his balls tightly in one hand, the cheek of his ass in the other, she opened her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out. He held the head of his cock about two inches from her open mouth, his fist sliding back and forth swiftly.

She looked down at the head of his cock and waited. She was breathing heavily with excitement because the other four were now watching her and Burt.

With a grunt, Burt came off.

His thick creamy cum spurted from the piss hole of his cock; splashing into Susan's open mouth. She watched his sweet cum juice fly from his prick, her mouth being filled with it.

The taste of Burt's jism was sweet. She held her mouth wide open as he seemed to squirt time and again with a never-ending stream of fuck juice. Her mouth filled, and she had to swallow, the last spurt or two of jizz splashing over her lips and chin.

As Burt sat down next to Susan, she licked at the fuck juice clinging to her lips, sighing with pleasure. Her lips glistened, and her eyes glowed, and she smiled at the teenagers sprawled around the room, legs and arms wide, cocks and cunts exposed.

After a minute or so, Susan got to her feet.

"Anyone care for iced tea?" she asked.

They all wanted some, and she went to the kitchen for it. She could feel their gazes on her naked ass and thighs and could not resist the impulse to wiggle her ass for them.

As she poured the tea over the ice cubes, Susan thought back to how this came about. It had been sudden, and so much had happened in such a short time. But she felt no regrets, no remorse. On the contrary, she was now happier than she had been in months.

She looked out the kitchen window at the small garden in one corner of the back yard.

That was where it started, she remembered, and such a short time ago, too.

Susan Walker was thirty-three years old.

She was a tall woman, with a slender body. At one time, she had been a fashion model. She had enjoyed that, and the money was very good. But as she grew older, her body changed. Her tits became larger than what was desired for fashion modeling, and her hips rounded. For a while, she modeled panties, bras, pantyhose. Most of that was for catalogues, and she found an aspect of her personality and nature that she enjoyed very much.

Dressed in skimpy items like lacy bikini panties and bras, or wearing only a pair of nylon pantyhose before a camera, she discovered the thrill of exhibiting her body. At first there was only a tingling, vague feeling of pleasure. But then it grew until one day, wearing a pair of lacy, almost transparent, panties and bra, she found herself in the grip of an intense orgasm. She had been surprised, of course, but not so surprised that she didn't want it to continue.

Thereafter, every time she modeled panties and bras or the panty hose, she would come. Sometimes she would come four or five times before all the pictures were taken. Then came a day when she had to model a flimsy, body-hugging negligee.

She was posed by the photographer: a man old enough to be her father. She wore nothing underneath the gown, so no ugly lines would show. The gown was gauzy, and she had to bend and fold her legs so the dark curls of her cunt hair would not be on film.

However, the photographer had suddenly came from behind his camera and looked at her. With a faint blush on her pretty cheeks, she realized the position of the pose had exposed her dark cunt hair to him. A glance at the front of his pants told her how hard his prick was.

Before the session was over, Susan had been thoroughly fucked by the man – not once, but twice.

And she loved it.

Soon after that, she met and married a man who turned out to be a disappointment to her. She had discovered the ecstasy of fucking and wanted more and more of it. The man she married was good at fucking in the beginning, but then became afraid of her intense sexual desire. After ten years, he finally left her with two children.

For a time, Susan went out with any man that asked her, and some of them were good fuckers, but still it seemed as if there was a lot missing when she was fucked. She enjoyed their cocks tremendously, but she wanted something else besides a few drinks, a dinner, and some motel room.

Finally, she stopped going out at all, staying home with Jay and Sissy.

Susan was an extremely beautiful woman. She was still as slender as her days before the camera, but her tits were larger. They were not overly large, but too big for fashion modeling. Her nipples were extra long and extremely sensitive. Sometimes she could hardly wear a bra, and she finally gave them up. Even then, the way her nipples brushed at her dresses, blouses, and summer sweaters often was too much for her.

Her tits were firm and shapely, almost pointed. Her flesh was unblemished except for a few light freckles on her shoulders. She tanned very well, especially for a woman with golden-red hair and supposedly fair skin.

Her waist was small, no thicker than when she was fifteen years old. Her hips rounded out beautifully and sloped to tantalizingly long thighs and curvy legs. The flesh of her thighs was as creamy and smooth as the flesh of her lower stomach. Her ass swelled with sloping curves that were a delight to look upon. Her ass cheeks were tight and firm, writhing tightly in her skirts, dresses, designer jeans and body hugging shorts.

The hair of Susan's cunt was a darker red than the hair on her head. In fact, it was a brown with auburn highlights. Her cunt hair was formed in a perfect triangle of thick growth, with a pencil-line of dark hair growing up to her dimpled belly button. The long curls tucked between her smooth thighs and grew thick along the sides of her puffy cunt lips, finally disappearing into the crack of her ass. But it stopped there, and she had no hair at all anywhere around her crinkled asshole.

Susan's clit, like her nipples, was extra long. It could almost slip into a cunt, as she had found out. Her clit was long enough to suck on and seemed to throb and tingle in a constant state of ready-to-fuck hardness. She loved to wear very tight designer jeans that pulled into her crotch and pressed upon her clit. She loved the tightness of her thin shorts, loved the way they hugged the round swelling cheeks of her ass and outlined her cunt.