Kathy Andrews: Two naughty mothers

Karen sat back, her eyes gazing brightly at the loveliness of Susan, her hairy twat revealed, the creamy thighs showing, the blonde pussy hair beaded with drops of juice. It was one of the most exciting sights she had ever seen, and it made her own pussy throb with need. She ran her hand between her thighs and began to rub furiously, staring hotly at Susan's twat.

"Ohhhhh," she groaned loudly, her body suddenly shaking as she came. "Oh, God! Oh, God… I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Susan, with blurred vision, watched her friend rub her convulsing cunt. Her own breathing had almost returned to normal, but now it increased once more as she watched. She had never seen anyone, man or woman, masturbate, and she found it thrilling. Once more her pussy began to pulsate in a burning way, and she ran her hand down to fondle it.

But as Karen finished coming, Susan pulled her hand off her pussy and shoved her skirt between her thighs. A flush came over her face, and she couldn't look Karen in the eye.

Karen reached out and gently stroked the side of Susan's face. "Don't worry about it, Susan," she said softly. "Don't worry about it."

Susan watched Karen stand up, and watched her as she left, her eyes seeing the tight roundness of that lovely, swelling ass. Then she began to cry.

Susan was troubled the next day.

There was no doubt in her mind that she had enjoyed having her cunt sucked by Karen. What troubled her was the fact that she had known Karen for years and not once suspected her to be that kind of woman. That kind of woman, she thought. What kind was that? And hadn't Susan allowed it? Didn't that make her the same as Karen?

She prepared breakfast for her son and sat with her coffee, watching him eat. He was certainly a healthy young boy, but she wished he would slow down eating. He almost gulped his food down, begrudging the time spent on eating when he could be outside horsing around. She searched his face for a sign of approaching beard, but there was none.

She remembered what Karen had said the day before, how she had been considering her own son as a sex partner. Susan looked at Robert, trying to picture him in bed with her. She tried to visualize her son naked beside her, his cock very hard, the head swollen with little beads of moisture collecting at the piss hole. She tried to imagine what his balls would look like, if they would be hairy or hairless. She knew his thighs were still as smooth as a baby's, and his cheeks were the same. Still, she thought, he was old enough to have hair at the base of his cock, certainly.

Susan felt her pussy tingle as she thought of those things. Sitting in her chair, she pressed her thighs together and felt the response in her cunt. The sensation was strong enough to make her moan softly.

"Anything wrong, Mom?" Robert asked, not looking up from his plate.

"No, baby," she said in a soft voice. There was a slight flush on her face, a flush of embarrassment.

Later, while Robert was out, Susan showered and after drying her body, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was quite good looking. Her blonde hair was just past her shoulders, and she had clear, light-blue eyes that sparkled. Her lips were full and moist, sensual. She didn't look tote in her early thirties; many people had told her that her flesh was creamy smooth, without a blemish.

She gazed at her tits. They were nice tits, she thought. Shapely, round, firm. They were springy to the touch, and her pink nipples were quite rubbery. Her stomach was still as flat as any teenage girl. Her hips, though slim, rounded out deliciously, flowing in perfect grace to long, slender thighs and curvy legs.

Susan's eyes fixed on the triangle of blonde curls covering her cunt. She ran her hands through the hairs and parted them. The lips of her cunt were puffy. Gently she parted the moist lips of her pussy and peered for a long time at the glistening, tip of her clitoris. She thought she could see it throb, but it was only her imagination.

As she turned from the mirror to dress, she glanced over her shoulder and saw her ass. She paused to examine it. There was nothing at all wrong with her ass, she noted. It was round and firm, very shapely. The cheeks swelled out and flexed when she walked, drawing the eye.

With disgust, she left the mirror and began dressing. Since it was going to be another warm day, she found a sunsuit to wear. It was bright yellow, with two thin straps over her shoulders, the bodice low enough to reveal the creamy separation of her thrusting tits. The pant legs were wide, and for a moment she considered not wearing it. It was about five years old anyway. Then she shrugged her shoulders, deciding it didn't matter. She wasn't leaving the house.

Susan spent the morning cleaning house, but there was not much to do. Robert was neat and always picked up after himself. With just the two of them living there, the house never became very messy.

At noon Robert asked to visit a friend down the block, and Susan consented. He had been out of the house perhaps fifteen minutes when Karen dropped by.

Susan was glad Karen made no reference to what happened the evening before. She was nervous around Karen now. But Karen was bubbly and gay, chattering away. Susan's mind wandered, and she found herself remembering the night before. She was acutely aware that heir cunt was boiling, that it was moist.

"You aren't yourself today, Susan," she heard Karen say. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me," Susan replied, but her voice was shaking.

"You're as nervous as hell, baby," Karen said, slipping close to Susan. "Come on, is it because of last night? I thought you had fun."

Susan shivered when she felt Karen's hand run along her bare arm. The hand felt hot to her, but she was sure it was only her vivid imagination.

When Susan remained silent, Karen went on. "You remember what I said last night, honey? About Tom?" she laughed huskily. "I think he's more than interested. I think he's interested in a bit of fucking with his mother."

Susan trembled. It reminded her of what she thought concerning her own son that morning. "How… how do you know that?" she stammered, her face bright.

"Oh, I played a little game with him last night," Karen laughed throatily. "I gave him a peek into the future, you might say."

Suddenly Susan was pulled into Karen's arms. She gasped as her tits flattened against those of Karen's, and she gasped again when those moist, hot lips closed against hers. She trembled, but did not resist, when she tasted the wet tip of Karen's tongue penetrating her lips. When that eager tongue darted past her teeth, Susan moaned and sagged against Karen, her hands on the woman's hips to brace herself.

She felt Karen's hands move up and down her back as her tongue snaked in and out, stabbing wantonly. Susan tried to resist, but felt herself overwhelmed by the sensuality of the woman. She groaned when Karen's hands ran over her asscheeks, pausing long enough to cup them for a brief squeeze, then they went down the backs of her thighs, caressing, fondling, arousing. Susan's body trembled again, and she began to writhe her hips against Karen's.

"Ohhh, baby," Karen crooned as she pulled her lips away. "You're a hot one all right."

"Don't, Karen," Susan whimpered. "Please, I don't want that to happen again."

"I think you do," Karen replied, cupping Susan's ass in one hand, bringing her other up to close around a firm, springy tit. "I think you want it to happen again and again. God, baby, you were like a fucking firecracker last night! You need it as badly as I do, and don't try to deny it."

Susan felt Karen's hand work up inside one of the wide legs of her shorts, the fingers moving along the curve of her ass. Although she could say it out loud that she did not want this, she knew damned good and well she did. Susan pressed her hips against Karen's and began to grind slowly, moaning softly, her eyes closed.