Kathy Andrews: Mom_s incest orgy

The one thing about most of her shorts was it was impossible to wear them out of the house. The reason for this was her cunt hair was so long it showed along the legs of the shorts. She could have clipped and shaved it but she hated that. She didn't even have to shave her legs the way so many women did, and she wasn't going to shave her cunt, either.

Looking out the kitchen window at the small garden, standing there naked with fuck juice on her tits and chin, while five naked teenagers waited for her in the other room, she remembered when and how this wild fucking began. She had been wearing an exceptionally tight and short pair of shorts, the material very thin. She had thought no one was home – that Sissy and Jay were someplace in the neighborhood with friends. So she decided to wear those shorts as she weeded the garden.

Her back was toward the house as she bent over, her legs straight, pulling at weeds. She had not known when her son came out of the house and sprawled on the lawn, watching her.

She had not known he was gazing with interest at the tan of her long slender thighs and the spread of her ass. She had no idea that he could see the contrasting whiteness of her ass cheeks as the shorts pulled high on her thighs. She did not realize that curls of her dark twit hair peeked from the tight legs.

Then she happened to glance behind her as she leaned over and saw Jay there on the lawn. For a moment, she was startled as realization came to her what he was staring at. But before she could so much as blush, a hot tingle began rippling through her body. Her nipples became painfully hard, and her cunt started pulsating.

A slight shiver glowed through her as she came to the startling understanding that she was enjoying her son looking at her body this way. A small orgasm exploded in her cunt and Susan swallowed a soft groan.

On a sudden impulse – an impulse that was so strong she found it impossible to resist – she straightened-up and turned to face her son. He was on his stomach, his chin propped in his hands as he watched her.

"Why don't you help, Jay?" she asked in a soft voice. "This garden is filled with weeds."

But Jay shook his head, a grin on his face. "I'd rather watch you, Mom," he said, his eyes burning as he stared directly at the tight crotch of her shorts.

Susan knew where her son was looking, and instead of blushing, she grew warm with sudden desire. Her gaze moved to his ass, and she saw that he was writhing his cock against the lawn. She knew his prick must be very hard and felt a thrill because it was her body that gave him the hard-on. She knew, without looking, that her tight shorts outlined her curt. They were so tight and so thin, nothing was concealed.

The urge to tease her son was powerful, and she gave in to it, not dreaming where it would lead. Pretending she was unaware of how much of herself she was showing the young boy, she squatted while facing him, jerking at a few weeds. But from beneath lowered lashes, she watched him look at her. Her knees opened, and she knew he could see the tightness of her shorts now, along with the dark cunt curls sticking out on each side. She saw his ass tighten up as she spread her knees.

Jay's mouth was partly open, and Susan loved the expression on his face. His eyes gleamed with desire, and it made her feel good to know that. Behind her lowered lashes, she found herself wondering what his cock was like – how big it was, if he had much hair on his balls. The image she drew up in her mind was strong enough to make a small orgasm burst in her cunt.

But Susan could not continue this teasing game for long. She became intensely eager and almost weak with desire. She stood up, her legs shaking. She walked past her son, knowing his gaze followed her. She could feel him staring at her tight shorts, and her ass writhed with excitement as she walked across the lawn and in to the house.

In her bedroom, she peeled out of her shorts and light blouse and got into the shower. As she soaped her slender body, she wondered if Jay was someplace now jacking off. She found herself hoping he was.

Toweling herself, she slipped into a pair of panties, lacy and sheer. The panties were hardly more than two triangular patches of lace with two elastic bands about her hips. Then, knowing she was taking a chance, she stepped into the hallway wearing the panties only. Exactly what she was doing and what she thought she would find, she wasn't sure. At any rate, as she stepped into the hallway, she came face to face with her son.

They looked at each other. Susan's naked tits arched up in that pointed way, her unusually long nipples almost aimed at the ceiling. That was where Jay looked first, licking at his lips as he did so. Then his gaze went down, and he stared at her panties. The patch of lace concealed nothing, and her dark cunt hair was visible, as it was along each side of the panties.

Susan's gaze went to her son's crotch, and she saw the outline of his cock there. His cock strained against his pants, and she could see it jerk.

Then, without speaking, Jay was in his mother's arms. She held him tightly against her body and felt his hands sliding down her back and cupping the cheeks of her ass. She also felt the throbbing hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh. She was a good six inches taller than her son, and when he lowered his mouth and began to suck at one of her nipples, she mewled softly and held his face tightly against her tit.

Jay pressed and squirmed his cock against his mother's naked thighs, and she was returning the pressure. One of her hands held his face against her tit as he sucked at it, and her other hand went down to his ass, clutching one cheek with tight fingers.

When Jay pulled off of her nipple and looked up at her face, she pressed her lips to his, and when his tongue suddenly darted into her mouth, she did not hesitate to suck at it.

She sucked wildly on his tongue as his hands squeezed and felt about her swelling ass. She dug her fingers into his ass, holding his throbbing hard cock against her thigh. But this was not enough for her. She wanted bare flesh against her bare flesh.

Her hands slipped between them and she fumbled hotly at the front of his pants. The buckle of his belt came open, then she tugged his zipper down. He stood before her, trembling.

"You aren't afraid, are you, darling?" Susan asked him as his pants slithered to his feet.

"Gosh no, Mom!" he gurgled.

She stepped back a foot or so and looked down at his cock. His prick was longer and thicker than she had thought. There was hair at his cock base, but not much. His prick head was swollen, and she could see pre-cum drip from his piss hole. She reached down and cupped his balls gently, feeling them, her other hand stroking back and forth on his hard cock.

Susan turned his cock loose and dropped to her knees, then onto her back. She bent her legs and spread them wide. She hooked a finger into the skimpy crotch of her panties and pulled it to one side, revealing her hairy, wet, pulsating cunt to her son.

"Come here, darling," she mewled in a hot voice.

Jay knelt between his mother's spread knees, his eyes gazing excitedly at her cunt. Her pink pussy lips were puffy and wet, her clit exposed. He knew what his mother wanted, and he wasn't going to refuse.

Susan pulled her son on top of her, his face once more at her tits. He held his ass up as she held his cock, guiding it to her cunt. She felt him start to suck at one of her burning nipples as she brought his hard cock to her cunt. Then, the swollen head of his cock was inside her boiling pussy.

"Ahhh!" she hissed with pleasure as his cock slipped into her pussy. "Oooo, darling! That feels so good! Oh, Jay, that feels wonderful! Fuck me, darling! Fuck your mother!"

Susan's cunt clung to her son's cock as he thrust it deeply into her. She felt the burning throbbing of it, the hard ridges of his swollen cock head. His hairless balls brushed at her ass, and she lifted her hips up for him.