Kathy Andrews - Two naughty mothers

"Go on, baby," Karen said. "Take turns on us. Fuck Susan for a while, then fuck me. Go from one to the other, darling. Have yourself a real ball with us!"

Tom slipped his cock free of his mother's clinging cunt and moved behind Susan. As he had done with his mother, he gripped Susan's curvy hips and plunged his prick, straight up her blonde-haired snatch.

"Ooooooo!" Susan gurgled, waggling her naked ass as he fucked in and out. "Ohhhh!"

As the sensations of pleasure increased, Susan wailed with disappointment as he pulled from her, returning to his mother's waiting pussy. Tom went from one to the other, stabbing three or four times into one gripping cunt, then going to the next one. Both women gurgled and mewled with pleasure, and Tom was laughing and breathing hard. As he fucked one pussy, he fondled the ass of the other woman.

Susan and Karen twisted their faces toward each other and began to kiss and suck on each other's tongues in a wild display of erotic ecstasy as Tom fucked them in turn.

Susan was again having a series of orgasms, each one stronger than the last. She mewled against Karen's mouth when she came, and her cunt flexed about Tom's prick as he fucked her. She was building up to an intense climax, and her whole body shook with anticipation. She thrust her tongue far into Karen's mouth, licking furiously, sucking wildly when Karen stabbed her tongue into her mouth.

Although she was building swiftly to an explosive orgasm, Karen beat her to it.

"Ohhh, I'm coming!" Karen screamed loudly, her body shaking. "Ohhh, I'm really coming!"

Tom was fucking her pussy at the time, and he thrust hard and fast, his hips jerking.

"I can't wait!" he yelled. "I think I'm gonna… gonna come, too!"

"Fuck me!" Susan screamed. "Ohhh, please, fuck me and make me come! I'm so close… almost there! Please, fuck me!"

Tom jerked his cock free of his mother's spasming cunt and started toward Susan's. But he didn't get there.

"Oh, shit!" he grunted.

Susan felt the warm cum spurt onto the cheeks of her ass. At first she groaned with disappointment, then suddenly she came. Tom's cock was spewing warm jism onto her ass, and she felt it splash against her tightly clenched asshole. It was enough to send her into a violent orgasm.

With effort, Karen twisted about and began to smear her son's cum over Susan's creamy ass as he came. "Come on her fucking ass, baby! Come on Susan's naked, hot ass!"

Susan was coming powerfully. There was not a thought in her burning mind. All she was aware of was the ecstasy of her orgasm. She wiggled her ass as the warm cum splashed onto it, arid Karen smeared it around.

Karen cupped her son's balls as he shot his jism from the head of his cock. She squeezed his balls gently as he came, her other hand smearing the cum into Susan's smooth asscheeks.

Then Susan became aware of a different sensation.

Karen was licking her asscheeks, licking up the cum her son had splattered there. She felt Karen's wet tongue lick all over her asscheeks, then she yelped when she felt the hot tongue slide along the crack of her ass. This was a new delight to Susan, and she wiggled her naked ass into Karen's face, mewling with passion. She had never felt anything like this in her life, and to her surprise, she enjoyed having her asscheeks and asshole licked.

It was not enough to make her come, but the sensations were beyond description.

But it had to end.

Tom was worn out from coming. He had come three times in less than three hours. But Susan and Karen were not as tired. Satisfied, yes, but they weren't exhausted.

Lazily, Susan glanced at the clock. She jumped to her feet, gathering up her sunsuit and panties.

"Oh, my God! We've got to dress!"

"Why?" Karen asked.

"My son… Robert will be home in a few minutes," Susan answered in panic. Karen laughed. "So what, Susan?"

"But he can't see us this way!" Susan yelled. "My God, Karen. It would scare the shit out of him!"

"Somehow I doubt that," Karen said.

"Get dressed, damn it!" Susan yelled. "Please, I can't let Robert catch us at this."

"What about our agreement?" Karen reminded her.

"I only said I would think about it, and that's all. I never agreed to anything," Susan replied. "Please, put on your clothes, both of you."

Tom slowly pulled his cut-offs over his nakedness, and Karen, with a sigh, straightened her clothing.

"You're not playing fair, Susan," she said. "What do you mean, fair?"

"Look what we've just been doing with my son," Karen said. "It's okay for me to fuck Tom, but not Robert? I mean, if you can fuck my son, then it's only fair I can fuck your son."

Susan didn't reply. She ran to her bedroom and got into the shower.

It was with relief that Susan found the house empty when she came from her bedroom. Karen and her son had gone next door to their own home. Robert was not home yet, either.

Susan, dressed now in a becoming housedress, paced about nervously. The things Karen had said rumbled about in her mind, throwing her into a turmoil. She had been friends with Karen for many years, and had not realized Karen was such a sexual person. And the fact that she was fucking her son did not make it right for Susan to fuck Robert. She did not feel anger at Karen for fucking Tom. It was none of her business what Karen did, with her own son or anyone else. Nothing would change the friendship between them.

She thought of Tom, and found her feelings toward him had not changed either. He was still the likeable boy next door, the son of her closest friend.

Robert came home just before seven, hungry as usual. She told him to go shower and she would have dinner ready for him by the time he finished. As she prepared dinner for her son, her thoughts continued to revolve around him.

A little later, as they sat at the table, she watched Robert eat. She searched his face, realizing he was a very handsome young boy. She tried to visualize him fucking Karen, but the mental image always seemed to be Tom fucking his mother. She thought again of what Karen had told her, about the boys trying to peek tinder their dresses. The idea excited Susan, and she shivered slightly as pleasure flowed through her body. She decided to find out if it was true, if Robert actually did try to look under her clothes.

After she finished the few dishes, she sat down in the living room. Robert was sprawled on the floor, his chin cupped in his hands, watching television. The dress she wore had slits up each side, halfway up her thighs. When she sat on the couch, her long, creamy thighs were partially exposed. That in itself was nothing new. Robert had seen her thighs this way many times. It was old hat to him, and he seldom looked at them. It was common, and not at all exciting.

Susan slumped on the couch, lying back with her head resting on the arm. She pulled her feet up, then deliberately lifted her knees so that her slit dress fell down them. Both her thighs were fully exposed now, and she was sure that her panties could be seen, the way they hugged her curvy ass, and maybe even the crotch, with loose hairs sticking from around the edges. She lay there, watching the television, but not seeing it. She was waiting to see if her son would attempt to look at her this way, to find out if what Karen said was true. She did not consider the fact that she was tempting her son to look at her.

As she waited, she began to feel horny. Her nipples became rubbery-hard inside her braless dress, and the hairy lips of her cunt seemed to be swelling, becoming puffy with desire. Her clit was hard, and it was tingling in a delightful way. She could not stop the slight writhing of her ass, and it caused her skirt to slide even higher on her thighs. Looking down, she could just see the crotch of her panties, and knew that if her son would only turn his head, he would see them too. She wanted to see his reaction to her display. She could always pretend she was not aware of being so blatantly exposed if his response was unfavorable.