Kathy Andrews: Two-way mother

She found them playing a dice game.

Mike looked up at her as she entered, his eyes taking in her dress. Since Ted's back was toward her, she gave Mike a lewd wink as she sat on the couch, carefully tucking her skirt about her long thighs. Mike began to slowly lose interest in the game as she watched them. He kept looking at her, and after making sure Ted couldn't see, she drew her hand up to her tits, smoothing the dress over them so they were outlined for Mike, her nipples protruding enticingly.

There was something exciting about teasing Mike while Ted sat there with his back to her, unaware of what was going on. Hoping her youngest son would see the expression on Mike's face, Donna grinned as she slipped the hem of her dress past her knees. Then she lifted her dress, parted her legs quickly, giving Mike a quick look at her naked cunt, then she closed her legs and smoothed the dress over them again.

Mike glanced at his brother, then back at her. Donna shook her head in warning, nodding toward Ted. Ted was hunched over, absorbed in the game board. Donna glanced down at the front of Mike's cut-offs, trying to see past the fringed legs. But he was sitting in such a way nothing showed.

Every time Mike glanced at her, she would open her knees wide, flash her naked cunt at him, grin and stick her tongue out, then close her legs quickly. She toyed with the neckline of her dress, and with a quick motion, exposed her tit, fast, but every inch of it. Mike was starting to breathe fast, making noises. She placed a finger at her lips to warn him, but Mike paid no attention. Besides, what she was doing excited him, and he had difficulties controlling his breathing.

She lifted her skirt, opened her knees very wide, wider than she had so far, with her ass moving toward the edge of the cushions. She held her exposure longer than before, and then her youngest son turned his head.

Donna dropped her skirt and clamped her legs swiftly, but it was too late. Ted had seen her cunt, too.

Her face felt warm, and she turned her eyes down shyly to her lap, feeling suddenly as if she were a little girl caught doing something very naughty, but deliciously naughty.

Ted looked away quickly, glanced at his older brother, and then back at the game board. But his interest was gone now.

Donna trembled.

Donna stayed in her bedroom all evening. It wasn't because she was ashamed of her youngest son seeing under her dress. It was because she didn't know how to react toward Ted.

One thing, though, Ted didn't make a big deal out of it. In fact, he tried hard to pretend nothing had happened.

She sat only for a while longer, then telling them she wasn't hungry and they would have to prepare their own dinner, she went to her room and stayed behind her closed door, pacing the floor, wringing her hands. Donna was more puzzled than nervous, though. She was puzzled by what she had done, teasing Mike that way, flashing her cunt with Ted in the room. She had not done that with her husband, at least not when the others were in the room.

Donna sat on her bed, hardly realizing the light was fading. She was no longer thinking of Mike or Ted, but of her husband, and the things they had discussed, trying to picture in her mind how it would have been, his cock and another cock, both of them hard and in her hands, in her cunt and in her mouth.

As she imagined the excitement, she opened the top of her dress and fondled her tits, twisting at her stiff nipples, her ass writhing on the mattress. She purred softly as heat swelled wetly between her thighs. Sliding one hand down, she pulled her dress up, her fingers moving between her thighs, feeling the velvety flesh, her cunt twitching when the tips of her fingers brushed her swollen cunt-lips.

Being hot and excited after being fucked twice in one day was not new for Donna. She had fucked her husband three, and a few times, four times in one day, and her cunt still demanded more. She squeezed her tit and rubbed her clit, her head lifted and eyes closed.

Playing with herself when all she had to do was wait until Ted went to sleep made her feel a little naughty, but it was a good feeling. Mike, she knew, would come running if she called him. He would come to her with Ted sitting in the living room suspecting, but not knowing for sure.

She lay back, spreading her legs wide, her dress open so her tits were showing, the hem around her narrow waist. She pulled one foot to the edge of the mattress, the other dangling over and spread wide. She rubbed at her cunt, arching it up to her fingers, sliding her middle finger deeply into the fiery wetness, finger-fucking herself, squeezing her tits, her mind seeing her husband fucking her cunt with some faceless man's hips above her face, his cock dripping over her lips. She purred as she could almost taste the hot, hard cock sliding into her mouth, while her husband fucked her cunt. Her pussy grabbed at her finger, and she experienced a mild orgasm, but strong enough to make her gasp.

She didn't hear her door open, nor did she hear it close. It was almost dark in the room now, but still light enough for Mike to see his mother finger-fucking herself. He stood at the door and watched, his cock hard inside his shorts. With his eyes blazing, he opened his shorts and pushed them to his feet, stepping out of them. His cock rose up, almost touching his stomach. He cupped his balls in his hand, and moved closer to his mother, his eyes between her thighs. He could hear the soft, wet sounds of her finger dipping into her cunt. When he was a few feet away, he dropped to his knees, staring at her cunt hotly. Donna, still unaware of his presence, used both hands at her cunt now, opening it wide, then smashing her hairy cunt-lips together, pulling and twisting her distended clit. She moaned softly, her hips arching and twisting in pleasure.

Then, Donna felt his presence.

For a moment she became still, not looking down her body. She had one finger buried into her cunt, a finger of the other hand touching her clit.

"Who… who's there?" she asked, softly and half afraid.

"It's me, Mom," Mike said.

Donna lifted her head, looking down at him. She felt a sense of relief. "Oh, I thought it might be Ted."

"He's gone to bed," Mike whispered.

"Does he know?" Donna asked, wondering why they were whispering. Ted couldn't hear them in his room. "I mean, did he say he saw me, you know, doing that in the living room?"

"He didn't say anything," Mike replied, resting one palm on his mother's knee. "He acted a little strange, but he didn't say a word to me. He fixed pizza and went to bed."

"And you came here," she said.

"You want me to leave, Mom?" he asked, his voice thick.

"Oh, no, honey!" she said. "I'm glad you're here. I was thinking about… things. I got hot, and I couldn't wait."

Mike kissed her knee, and Donna's body trembled.

She lifted up, her elbows behind her, looking down at him in the darkness. "Turn on the light," she said softly. "I want to see you."

Mike turned on her bedside light, and Donna remained in position, her pussy exposed, her tits out. Her eyes, moist and hot, saw he had removed his shorts.

"Oh, you're ready for me," she purred. "Did it excite you to come in and see what I was doing to myself?"

"It sure did, Mom," Mike grinned. He knelt at her feet again, gazing at her hairy cunt. He kissed her knee once more, this time touching it with the tip of his tongue.

"Do you have something on your mind?" she asked, her voice throaty. "I mean besides fucking me?"

"What's wrong with fucking you, Mom?"

"Nothing at all," she gurgled. "I just thought, since you're kissing my knee, you wanted to do something else, try something different."

"Like what, Mom?"

"Mike, you may be young, but you're not stupid!"