Kathy Andrews - Two naughty mothers

"That's beautiful!" Karen murmured as she watched her son's cock plunge in and out of the hairy twat. "That's really beautiful! Fuck her cunt, baby! Fuck Susan's hairy pussy!"

"Ohhhh!" Susan mewled. "Oh, God! Ohhhh… I don't… ohhhh, it's good!"

Karen laughed. "It sure is good, honey!"

"I like it!" Tom grunted. "I like her cunt, Mom!"

"Of course you do, baby," Karen laughed. "You like any cunt as long as you have your cock in it! Fuck the piss out of her! Fuck her good, darling!"

Karen had her fingers down there, spread on each side of her son's cock as it moved back and forth. The heel of her hand was pressing at Susan's sensitive clit. Susan felt as though she would explode. Every nerve of her body was tingling, burning. Her mind was reeling with erotic pleasure.

"Ohhhh, good!" she whimpered. "So good! Ahhhh… I love it! I love it!"

"Sure you do, honey," Karen encouraged. "I told you it would be good."

She brought her hand away from between Susan's thighs and began to fondle one of Susan's tits, pulling at the nipple and twisting it, increasing the pleasure that threatened to dissolve Susan into a mass of quivering flesh.

"Suck me!" Susan suddenly blurted. "Suck my tit! Ohhh, please, suck my tit! Fuck me, Tom! Fuck me! Ohhhh, yes, yes! Suck my tit, Karen! Suck it while Tom fucks me!"

"That's more like it, baby," Karen replied in a low voice. "Now you're understanding better."

She dropped her mouth to Susan's stiff nipple. She ran her tongue around it, then lapped at the springy flesh. She turned her head so she could watch her son's cock fuck into Susan's hairy twat, still holding the crotch of her panties to one side for her son. Then she began to suck the nipple, her, mouth hot and wet.

"Ohhhhhh!" Susan gurgled, twisting her head about as she humped her ass up and down. "Ohhhh, this is so fucking good! Suck my tit… fuck me, Tom! Qoooo, fuck me good… harder! Oh, God… fuck my cunt harder!"

She heard the soft whimper of Karen, listened to the grunting sounds of Tom. Her hips rolled and twisted vigorously her mind soaring with the deliciousness of what she was feeling.

When she came, it was totally unexpected. The pleasure had been building, but she was surprised when she came. It was quick and violent.

"Ohhhhhh!" she wailed, her hips thrashing wildly, jerking in spasms up and down as Tom plunged his cock in and out. "I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming!"

Her pussy flexed tightly about the stabbing cock, clamping hard.

"Ooohh, golly!" Tom yelled. "She's tight on my cock! Ohhh, I gotta come, too! Her cunt is holding me… really hanging on, and I gotta come!"

Karen lifted her mouth from Susan's tit. "Shoot it to her, baby! Fill her hot pussy with it! Come up her cunt! Flood her hot, fucking pussy! Let it go, Tom!"

Susan felt Tom's cum gush into her burning, convulsing snatch. It felt as if he would never stop coming, and she was surprised to find herself having another orgasm, a stronger one.

"Oh, again!" she screamed. "I'm coming again! Oohhh, I've never come twice like this before! Ohhhhh, it's so… so… fucking good! Oh… oh… oh!"

Susan could not keep her hips moving. She was totally exhausted. She let her ass slump down, and Tom's cock pulled free. He was still coming, and a glob of his cum splashed along the inside of her right thigh, very close to her cunt. Tom sat back on the floor, puffing and snorting. Susan, her legs spread wide, head resting on the back of the couch, sighed as she felt her body slowly relax.

After she had recovered sufficiently to sit up, she saw that Tom was sprawled on his back on the floor, his cock looking lovely, glistening with the clinging moisture from her pussy. Karen had settled on the couch, leaning on the arm, watching with amused delight. She had one leg up on the couch, the other on the floor. Her skirt was bunched in her lap, and Susan saw the curls of dark hair surrounding her cunt.

"You aren't wearing panties," Susan said.

"Why should I?" Karen laughed. "They only get in the way when I want to fuck."

There was no talk for a few minutes, then Susan sat upright. Her panties were back in place, her pussy no longer exposed. She ran her fingers through the blob of cum on her thigh, smearing it around on the creamy flesh.

"Well, I guess I did it," she said.

"You sure did, honey," Karen laughed. "And you did a damn fine job of it, too. Look at my son. He looks as if he's never had a fuck so good in his life."

"How many has he had?" Susan wanted to know.

"Two!" Karen laughed. "Me this afternoon and now you. But he's going to be getting plenty of pussy from now on, I'm sure."

Suddenly Susan laughed. "This is crazy, Karen. Fucking your son! But, oh it was good!"

"Let me get us a beer and we can talk about it," Karen said. She pulled two beers from Susan's refrigerator and returned to the living room.

Out of shyness, Susan covered her lap with her sunsuit. Her tits were still naked, round and beautiful, smooth and inviting. Tom continued to lounge on the carpet, totally unashamed of his nakedness before Susan and his mother.

Karen sat back on the couch, one leg lifted to the cushions, knee up. Her skirt slipped down her thigh and since her other foot was on the floor, her hairy cunt was revealed. She and Susan sipped at the cold beer. Karen watched Susan, and Susan could feel her eyes on her. Being stared at this way made her blush prettily.

"Well, Susan?" Karen asked.

"Well what?"

"Did you enjoy it?"

Susan lifted her eyes and looked at Karen, then at Tom. Her eyes fell immediately to his cock, which was growing hard again. She watched his prick, fascinated by the way it swelled, stiffening. He was looking, she saw, at his mother's revealed cunt.

"I told you, Karen," Susan said softly. "I loved it."

"You're sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. It's been a long time for me. You know that."

"Then what about our agreement?"

"Agreement?" Susan looked puzzled. "What agreement?"

"Fucking our sons."

"Oh," Susan replied in a low voice. "But I never agreed to that. I only said I'd think about it."

"Tom just fucked you," Karen reminded her.

Susan's mind whirled. She had certainly enjoyed that teenage cock, of that she had no doubts. But Robert? Robert was a year younger than Tom. Susan still considered her son a baby. He wasn't a baby, of course. But he was her only child, and she had babied him for all these years.

"It's only fair, you know," Karen urged.

"Fair?"

"Listen, Susan," Karen said in a low, husky voice. "I've been keeping my eye on these boys of ours. Like you, I've seen them grow up. They're interested in girls. You just found out how interested Tom is. Well, so is Robert. If you and I don't give them some pussy, they're going to be trying to get into the panties of every little girl they find. Now tell me, do you want that?"

"Oh, God… Of course not."

"Then it's up to you and me, right?"

"But… my son?" Susan shuddered. "I'm not sure – I could do such a thing."

"You saw me fuck Tom," Karen replied. "It hasn't changed me in any way, except to make me feel better."

Susan felt Karen was not simply suggesting they fuck each other's sons. She was afraid Karen was suggesting they all four get together and fuck.

As those thoughts whirled through her mind, she became aware that Tom was sitting up now, and he was caressing the smooth inner surface of his mother's thigh, his cock powerfully hard again. She looked at his hand as it went between Karen's thighs to stroke lightly at her hairy twat. Karen grabbed her son's hand and placed it directly on her cunt, pressing it there.

"Ooohhh, nice," Karen murmured, writhing her ass on the couch.

Susan was not surprised to find herself responding to what she was seeing. She watched as Karen shoved one of her son's fingers into her moist cunt, then began to stroke it in and out, holding his wrist.