Kathy Andrews - Horny mother for all

Steve stirred in sleep, and his knee was pressing into her cunt. She felt a throbbing ache between her thighs. It was crazy, she thought, to come just because Steve pushed his knee against her cunt. But it wasn't any crazier than fucking him or thinking of ways to help him seduce Carol. She imagined Carol's slender, but curvy body, trying to see it the way her son did. Mary could understand the attraction a man could have, but she didn't think she was attracted in a sexual way toward Carol. She could appreciate the beauty of the feminine body, but to he drawn sexually was something different.

She felt her son's cock become hard against her hip. He was probably having a great dream, she thought, enjoying the feel of his cock against her. Maybe he was dreaming about Carol, about the woman's pussy, of fucking it.

"If I don't get fucked good," Carol said, eyeing a man doing exercises on the beach, "I just might turn to rape."

Mary, lying on a huge towel next to her friend, turned and faced the woman. As usual, Carol was wearing the skimpiest of bikinis. In fact, her tits seemed more naked than hidden. The dark, pebbled circles of her nipples were barely visible through the white material. Gazing down Carol's stomach, Mary saw the way her cunt pooched against the white bikini bottom. There was a darker triangle, the shadow of Carol's cunt hair.

"Still having problems finding a man, huh?" Mary asked.

"They're all married, with their wives here, or interested in the young girls," Carol said, looking disgusted. "This place sucks, did you know that, Mary? I would have been better off staying home."

"I like it here," Mary replied, turning onto her stomach and resting her head on her arms. "I'm enjoying myself."

Carol looked at Mary. "That's because you're getting fucked right and left, I think. Come on, confess… who is it and where the hell did you meet him, and how. You haven't been out of my sight long enough to meet anyone. I don't think so, anyway."

Mary smiled. "You've got a vivid imagination, Carol. I've already told you there isn't any man."

"I think you're sneaking one into your room after Steve is asleep," Carol said. "Either that or you're going to some room at night, so no one sees you. I think I'll stay awake and watch you from now on."

"Be my guest," Mary said drowsily.

She was trying to come up with some way to approach Carol about fucking Steve. Every plan she had seemed farfetched. But it felt good to lie under the hot sun, with the waves gently sounding on the sand. She daydreamed about Carol fucking Steve. Bluntly telling Carol that Steve wanted to fuck her was out of the question. For one thing Mary knew it would embarrass her terribly to say such a thing, and for another Carol would probably laugh her ass off.

Two young girls, wearing brightly colored bikinis, approached the boys and sat down. Mary watched with interest as her son seemed to ignore them. But Tom talked and laughed with the girls. They were cute girls, with delightful bodies, Mary saw. Soon, Steve would be chasing one of them with his hard cock, eager for a wiggling, hot ass. She couldn't blame him; some of the young girls were very succulent. And if she were a boy she knew she would certainly chase not one, but a dozen.

Suddenly the girls stood up angrily, turned and left the boys. Mary watched those tight, cute asses wiggling, thighs flashing. She wondered why they had become angry.

Steve finally stood up, brushing sand from his ass and coming toward her. He dropped onto her towel and lay back, his body warm against hers.

Mary leaned over and kissed his cheek. "What are you pouting about, honey?"

"Aw, that Tom makes me so mad sometimes," he said, then fell silent.

Carol was close enough to hear. "Has he done something again, Steve?" she asked. "That kid is always getting into trouble."

"Aw, it's nothing, Carol," Steve said. "Forget it."

But Carol gazed at her son who still piled sand higher and higher.

Mary whispered in Steve's ear: "What did he do?"

Steve, making sure Carol was absorbed, placed his mouth close to his mother's ear. "He asked those girls to fuck us."

Mary burst out laughing.

"Something funny between you two?" Carol asked.

"It's a secret between mother and son," Mary said.

"It's a shame to have secrets," Carol said, but her eyes were again roaming the beach, pausing now and then to study some man that looked good to her.

Mary shoved her hips tight against her son's, feeling the heat start between her thighs as it always did when she was touching him. She felt Steve shiver and knew he felt the same thing she did.

"I've had enough sun," Mary said, sitting up.

"You're going to leave me alone?" Carol asked.

Mary saw Carol's eyes rake over Steve's body as he stood up, and she noticed the way they lingered very briefly at the front of his swim trunks. Maybe it would be easier than I imagined, Mary thought as she stood up, folding her towel.

"You've got all these men to look at," Mary said. "You can stare and lick your lips and dream."

"Sure, dream," Carol grunted. "That's all I've been doing lately… dreaming."

"Well, have good ones," Mary said, taking her son's hand and walking away.

"What was that all about, Mom?" Steve asked when they were out of hearing distance.

"She's hot," Mary replied, squeezing her son's hand. "She wants to get fucked so bad, she can taste it."

"I'm ready!"

"You're always ready." She laughed at him, bringing his arm up and around her waist. "Don't I have enough pussy for you?"

"Sure, Mom. But it would be fun to fuck Carol."

"I'm sure it would," she said. "Come on, let's get some lunch. I'm hungry. You've been fucking me so damned much, I seem to be starved all the time."

They heard a giggle behind them. Both turned at the same time, and found Tom nearby. Mary studied the boy's face, wondering how much he had heard. But his expression was innocent.

"Are you going to eat?" Tom asked. "I wanna go with you, please."

Mary hesitated for an instant. "Sure, come along."

Tom fell in on her other side and she kept her son's arm about her waist as they approached a small, open-air hamburger stand. After receiving their food, they sat at a tiny redwood table and ate. Mary watched I Tom. His eyes seemed a bit warmer, but it could be her imagination. Again, she wondered how much he had heard while coming up behind them.

Walking back toward their room, Mary informed Tom that she and Steve were going to take a nap. Tom's expression fell, and he mumbled complaints while walking away.

As they entered the room, Steve immediately grabbed his mother and pulled tight, shoving his face between her tits.

"Hey, why the rush?" Mary exclaimed merrily as Steve struggled to shove her bikini bottom down.

They wrestled, both laughing. Mary found she was just as eager as her son by the time he pinned her on the floor and sat on her stomach. Her halter had been removed during their wrestling, and Steve held both naked tits, squirming his ass along his mother's stomach.

Neither of them realized the drape had not been pulled completely closed. Tom was outside the room, peering in at them, unconcerned in his excitement about someone coming along and catching him peeking. Tom's eyes were huge and hot, his cock straining against his trunks as he watched them. His vision burned on Mary's tits while Steve caressed them, squeezing them, twisting her large nipples.

He was almost breathless at the sight of Mary's hands sliding beneath Steve's trunks, then pulling his cock free. When Mary stroked Steve's cock, bringing his moist, dripping piss hole toward her tits, Tom gasped aloud, but stifled it quickly before he was heard.

Mary pulled Steve's cock along her soft tits, smearing the dripping juices about her satiny flesh, over her rigid nipples, whimpering with pleasure.