Kathy Andrews - Horny mother for all

His cock, throbbing within his trunks, almost ached. He'd never had such a hard-on before. He squeezed his cock hard and pressed his nose against the window. Tom's eyes were straining so hard that he wasn't sure he saw everything going on in the room.

Then he saw Steve plunge his cock into his mother's cunt and stay there. He watched Mary lift her head from the floor, and it looked to Tom as if she were screaming with pleasure.

Still holding his cock through his trunks, he watched Steve pull his wetly glistening cock from his mother's cunt. Then Tom's eyes went huge again as he saw Mary turn quickly and open her mouth. She engulfed her son's cunt-wet cock, sucking on his prick shaft as her son knelt on trembling knees.

Tom groaned and felt his cock suddenly unleash great globs of cum juice, spreading within his trunks. He finally turned from the window and slowly walked away, very conscious of his wet trunks.

Inside the room, Mary released her son's cock from her mouth and slapped his hip gently. "Go take a shower, darling." She watched him, her face a picture of love.

Mary collected their discarded swimsuits and tossed them into a small clothes hamper. She straightened up a few items they had left out during their stay, her naked ass and cunt still tingling from the wild fucking. Her nipple, the one she had tried to shove into her son's asshole, seemed to burn in a nice way. She thumbed her tit, then twisted it and tried to bring her nipple to her mouth, but her tongue would not reach that far.

She entered the bathroom where her son was showering. Soaping him, she caressed his naked ass and fondled his cock and balls, kissing his hip now and then.

"I better stop this," she said, turning him loose. "If I keep it up, I'll be in there with you, but not taking a fucking shower."

Steve laughed. "Suck my cock a little, Mom, and I'll have another hard-on fast enough."

"You're getting too horny for me," she teased. "Hurry up and get out of there. I want to bathe… alone."

"If I don't stay off of this damned beach," Carol was saying, "I'll go out of my mind."

"Why?" Mary asked.

"Looking at all these hunks, that's why. Look but don't touch is hard on a girl's, ah… you know."

Steve and Tom were nearby and could hear, and Mary was amused when Carol pulled away from what she was about to say.

"I thought the whole idea of this vacation was to soak up sun," Mary replied. "Relax, take it easy, enjoy ourselves."

"I'm soaking up sun, I'm relaxed, and I'm trying hard to enjoy it," Carol whined. "But take it easy? I'll take it anyway I can get it… easy, hard, fast!"

"You've got your mind on sex, that's the trouble."

"Sure," Carol exclaimed. "I've got my mind on sex and you're getting it."

Mary shot Carol a sharp look, wondering if she had found out Steve was fucking her. But Carol was dreamily surveying the male sunbathers.

Mary often caught Tom looking at her. She noticed his eyes raking her body, lingering on her tits and thighs. His expression was enough to tell her his thoughts. Again, she wondered how much he had heard the day before.

Carol was right, in a way, she thought. It did seem as if all they did was sit in the sun, listen to the waves, watch people and eat. Maybe that was all Carol did, but Mary was getting fucked quite deliciously, often three times a day. Carol was suspicious, she knew. Yet, Carol had never seen Mary with a man, hardly speaking to any of them. It amused Mary to think she was rutting one over on her friend.

Mary was dozing lightly when a shadow fell across her face. She looked up from beneath her arm and saw Steve standing there. With him was Tom.

"Anything wrong, darling?" she asked, looking around for Carol and finding she had gone off.

"We're hungry, Mom," Steve said.

Mary sat up. Her knees, drawing up, parted, and she noticed Tom's eyes gazing between them. She got to her feet. "Then I guess we better find you something to eat, right?"

"Can Tom come?" Steve asked. "He's hungry, too."

"Of course." Mary left her towel next to Carol's, then led the boys off to find lunch for them. She held her son's hand, taking note that Tom walked a few steps behind them. She could feel his eyes on her ass, burning and wanting. Glancing over at her shoulder, she caught him looking at her ass, and could not resist giving a wiggle.

As the two boys ate hot dogs, she sat and looked around, not hungry. When they finished, with mustard clinging to their lips, they were ready to go.

"I saw you," Tom said suddenly before Mary could stand up. His eyes were blazing as he stared at her.

"You saw what?" Mary asked. "You saw me what?"

"With Steve," Tom said, not at all bashful. "I peeked at you. I looked in the window and saw you."

A slow flush crept up Mary's neck as she stared at Tom. She could hardly breathe. Steve, she noticed, was very still, not looking at her or Tom.

"What… what did you see, Tom? I don't know what you're talking about," she said fearfully.

"You were naked with Steve," the boy said, his words rushing out. "And he was naked, too, and you were doing it with him."

Mary didn't have to ask what she was doing with Steve. It was there on Tom's face, written all over it. She looked at her son, but Steve continued to look down. She was sure her son had said nothing to Tom. It must be what he heard the day before, she thought. He had heard everything she and Steve said, then watched them through the window. Nothing would be gained by lying to him, she knew. Her flush faded, and she smiled at Tom.

"So you saw us," she said quietly. "Now what? I suppose you'll be telling your mother." She looked directly into Tom's eyes. "There's no reason for you to say anything to Carol, Tom."

"I'm not a tattletale," Tom said.

"No, I didn't think you were," Mary replied, gazing steadily at him. The idea came to her quickly, but she wasn't shocked by it. On the contrary, it excited her. Her cunt began to pulsate hotly as she looked at Tom.

"Let's go," she said, her voice somewhat shaky.

The boys fell in on each side of her and, taking her son's hand in hers, she sought Tom's. He was not at all bashful when she curled her fingers into his. Mary took them straight to the room and, once they were inside, she made sure that this time the drapes were fully closed.

"Are you gonna do it with Tom, Mom?" Steve asked.

"I think that's what Tom would like," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands. Her tits arched up, almost pointed, her nipples molded by the bikini halter.

Tom, his eyes almost glassy with desire, suddenly shoved his trunks down. His cock stood out proudly, and he showed no hesitation. His prick was hard, throbbing, jerking up and down as spasms raced through his cockshaft. Steve glanced from his friend to his mother. She noticed her son didn't seem to mind at all.

Tom's trunks slid to his feet, and he kicked them off. He reminded her of a strutting rooster, and she had to stifle the urge to laugh at him. It wasn't his cock she laughed at, however. It was a beautiful cock, she saw. A bit thicker than her son's cock, but not as long. His prick head was sweetly swollen and she watched the wetness dripping from his piss hole. The burning in her cunt became more pronounced, and she moaned softly as she looked at his young prick.

"Steve," she said in a husky voice, "would you take my halter off, please?"

Steve climbed up onto the bed behind his mother. She felt his fingers untying her halter as she continued to stare at Tom's lovely hard-on. Tom grew very agitated as her halter was jerked away by Steve. He filled his young eyes with her swelling, creamy tits, his cock jerking even more.

"You want to touch my tits, Tom?" Mary cooed.