Kathy Andrews - Hot mom, hotter step-mom

Kathy took a quick shower, then pulled on a pair of her frilly, very skimpy, bikini panties. Slipping into a summer sweater and pleated skirt, she brushed her hair quickly. She finished just as the doorbell clattered.

She found her son in the living room wearing a pair of cut-offs. She frowned slightly as she looked at him. "Aren't those cut a bit short, honey. I can almost see your balls."

Jim looked down, then back at his mother.

The doorbell clanged again impatiently. "Don't you do what I think you might do," Kathy warned as she started for the door.

Jim grinned, cupping his crotch as if offering it to his mother.

"What's so urgent, Sandy?" Kathy asked, opening the door to the beautiful woman.

Sandy's smile was radiant as she stepped into the house. She glanced at Jim, then at Kathy. "Nothing is urgent, I just wanted to visit."

Sandy was dressed in a becoming sunsuit, the legs cut wide but the top tight about her flawless tits. Her long legs were mouthwatering as she sat next to Jim. Kathy watched her son peek at his stepmother's thighs.

"Your call was at the wrong time," Kathy said, her gaze moving over Sandy's thighs, remembering how they felt wrapped about her face, the heat of Sandy's succulent cunt against her mouth. She felt her cunt starting to respond, despite her earlier orgasm.

"Why was that?" Sandy asked.

Sandy took Jim's hand in her own, squeezing it. Kathy wondered if Sandy suspected, then she realized she didn't care – she wanted Sandy to know that she had fucked her son. It was much too exciting to keep secret, and Sandy was much too juicy for her son to miss out on.

"It disturbed something… almost," Kathy replied.

Sandy's blue eyes gazed steadily at Kathy.

"You know, Kathy, you're well rid of your husband. I wish I'd known before I married him." Jim looked from his mother to his stepmother. "There's nothing wrong with my dad," he said.

Sandy wrapped an arm about his shoulders, puffing Jim to her tits. "No, Jim, your dad is a wonderful guy, only… Your mother and I… well, we're… you know, a little more demanding about certain things. It's just that your father can't supply what we need."

"Sandy, do you know what you're talking about?" Kathy asked.

Kathy knew her son wanted to touch Sandy's smooth thighs badly, wanted to turn his face just a bit and closed his lips about one of Sandy's sharp nipples. She saw his cock starting to harden inside his cut-offs.

"I know very well what I'm talking about," Sandy said. "I'm a very perceptive woman, Kathy. I see things others may not see, or understand."

Kathy, still standing, watching Sandy with heated eyes. "Sandy, you may be right. But, what if you're wrong?"

"I'm not wrong, Kathy," Sandy said, pulling Jim's face tighter into her tits. She looked directly at Kathy and moved her hand down Jim's bare chest, to the waistband of his cut-offs. Jim, with his cheek pressing upon his stepmother's firm tit, was watching his mother.

Sandy, too, looked at Kathy, her fingers toying with the waistband of Jim's cut-offs. Kathy watched those fingers move, going down slowly. Jim was holding his breath, his young body shaking slightly. Kathy wished her son would grab his stepmother's tits, touch her thighs, do something. But Jim remained passive, watching his mother standing there, feeling his stepmother's hand moving closer and closer to his thickening cock.

Sandy placed her palm upon the throbbing outline of Jim's prick.

Jim gasped.

Kathy groaned.

"You see, I'm right," Sandy whispered throatily, caressing Jim's cock beneath his cut-offs. "If I was wrong, you'd say something now. But you're watching me, watching my hand."

"Oh, God!" Kathy whimpered, feeling her cunt swell, becoming juicy and drenching the crotch of her flimsy panties. "You're right, Sandy! Oh God… you're so right!"

"I knew it," Sandy replied, rubbing along Jim's hard-on. "I knew it the other day when you and I talked."

Jim's young body was shaking with desire as his stepmother rubbed his cock. The feel of her firm tit against his cheek was sending excitement through him. He could no longer remain passive, and he placed a hand upon his stepmother's thigh.

A shiver went through Sandy as she felt Jim's hand on her flesh. She pressed against his cock, bringing a moan from him. Sandy gazed steadily at Kathy as she fondled her stepson's cock with his mother watching.

"I've felt it in Jim," Sandy said softly. "I've fell his emotions for a longtime. He isn't like his father, Kathy. Not at all. You know it, and I suspect it."

Kathy's eyes followed Sandy's fingers, watching them move over her son's crotch, those bright fingernails scratching his inner thigh. Sandy slipped her fingertips into the fringed leg of Jim's cut-offs and tickled his balls.

"Wonderful!" Sandy mewled. "No shorts."

"Sandy, are you certain of this?" Kathy asked, her fist tight at her hips, her legs shaking while her cunt dripped steadily. Her nipples strained at her summer sweater.

"I'm certain," Sandy replied, drawing her hand up to cup Jim's chin. She kissed Jim's lips, tenderly at first, then with passion, moaning gently.

Kathy's hungers flared. "Kiss her, Jim!" she hissed, pressing her own hand at her cunt. "Kiss that bitch!"

Sandy sobbed, shoving her tongue into her stepson's mouth and racing her hand to his throbbing cock. Kathy stared, her hips swaying as she pressed her hand to her cunt, watching Sandy jerking the fringed crotch of her son's cut-off's aside, feverishly cupping Jim's balls, her tongue licking and darting into his hot, sucking mouth.

"I need it!" Sandy cried, pulling her face from Jim's. "I need this cock so fucking much!"

Kathy shook with desire as she watched Sandy jerk her son's throbbing hard-on from his shorts. Sandy grasped it tightly, jacking up and down as her eyes burned upon the swollen head of his prick.

"It's beautiful!" she hissed. "Oh, God… it's such a beautiful cock!"

"It would be more beautiful in your mouth, Sandy," Kathy gasped.

Sandy looked at Kathy.

"I've dreamed of it," she said, her voice filled with desire. "I've thought of it and dreamed of it until I'm about to go out of my fucking mind." She squeezed Jim's cock hard. "I've wanted to suck Jim's cock and fuck it and love it for so long. You just don't know what I've been thinking about."

"Oh, but I do, Sandy," Kathy said, openly rubbing her hand between her thighs. "Suck his hard cock!"

"Oh, yes! I will!" Sandy sobbed, diving downward.

Jim leaned back on the couch, his eyes hot and wild, staring at his mother.

Kathy let out an excited hiss as she watched Sandy gulp Jim's cock into her mouth with fiery hunger.

Jim's eyes widened as he gasped in pleasure. Kathy's eyes burned with voyeuristic ecstasy as she watched Sandy gobble her son's cock deeply into her moist mouth. She found it intensely pleasurable to see that Sandy could suck every inch of Jim's hard cock, her lips pressing into the scant, wiry hair at the base.

"Ohhhh, God!" Kathy moaned as she stood watching.

Sandy made soft, throaty sounds as her full lips moved up and down on Jim's cock. She held his balls, pressing them upward and against her cheek as she swallowed his cock. Her lovely blonde hair looked like a halo about her beautiful, young face. Her eyes were closed as she savored the throbbing, hot cock in her mouth.

"That's beautiful," Kathy hissed, lifting her skirt to her waist and sliding her fingers between her thighs. "Suck his cock, Sandy! God, you look even more beautiful with Jim's cock in your fucking mouth, Sandy!"

Jim gazed at his mother while his stepmother sucked up and down on his prick. He rested his hand on top of his stepmother's head, watching his mother fondle and stroke the crotch of her skimpy panties.