Kathy Andrews - Mom made them do it

With fingers up her cunt and asshole, Susan pretended she was being fucked by two beautiful hard cocks. Susan imagined kissing and licking Julie's young, hot cunt while Tommy fucked her. Two cocks and a cunt, it was so exciting to think about. Suddenly she exploded with a tremendous orgasm, moaning softly as she shivered and shook. She plunged her fingers deep into her convulsing cunt and flexing asshole, wishing that Tommy and Julie were watching her. She wanted them to fuck her and eat her and let her suck them both.

But when it was over, her naked body still glowing and shivering slightly, she turned onto her back… and saw that no one was watching her although the door was purposely left open.

She curled up into a ball, both hands between her thighs. She left the light on still hoping Tommy and Julie might peek in at her. She lay with her naked ass toward the door in the bright light and fell asleep.

The following morning was overcast with clouds that threatened a summer rain. Susan could not paint because the light was bad. She didn't know what to do with herself when she couldn't get to the canvas.

She stood at the huge window in the front room, looking out at the countryside. Her house was situated atop a small hill surrounded by tall, thick pine trees. There was not another house within half a mile. She had bought this place after her divorce because of its isolation. In the front yard there was a small pond with a waterfall that contained a statue she had bought a year ago. It was supposed to represent an ancient god, but it was the strangest god she had ever seen. The face looked cruel and had leering eyes and a tongue thrust out of its mouth. It stood in a squatting position, so that one could sit on its lap. That pose was particularly interesting because of the huge cock that stood from the crotch of the statue. It was fashioned like a real cock, and positioned in just the right way for a woman to sit on its lap and have that cock up her cunt at the same time.

When her children first saw it, they made fun of it, but now they accepted it.

Since she couldn't paint, she had let Julie and Tommy walk through the pine forest to visit with the nearest neighbors. A woman of Susan's age and her young son lived nearby and they often visited one another. Susan had been attracted to the woman and felt something had sparked between them immediately. Susan didn't know if Jayne was a widow or divorcee. Her son, Robert, was a nice boy, shy and very good-looking. Robert was Tommy's age, and Susan hadn't been able to understand why Julie preferred spending time with Tommy and Robert instead of boys her own age. That is, she didn't understand until last night.

Now she suspected that Julie was playing with both young boys, jacking them off and letting them feel her up and finger fuck her.

Susan found it quite pleasurable to think that her daughter was a hot assed little girl, and was envious that Julie was getting her hands on two cocks at the same time something that Susan wanted desperately.

It was cloudy and humid. Susan went outside and walked to the statue. She stood and looked at it for a long time. Finally, she reached out and stroked the stone cock, amazed at how realistic it was. The stone balls were enormous, and she loved to run, her hands over them. A few times before Susan had wrapped her fingers around the stone cock and jacked up and down, pretending it was real.

She stood there now running her fist up and down the stone prick, making soft sounds in her throat. Her cunt was again bubbling hotly. She imagined the cock belonged to her son.

Despite the fact that the Statue had been carved in such a tempting position, Susan had never tried it. She had thought of it, though. She wondered what it would be like to sit on that stone cock, fuck it and make herself come. She didn't have the nerve, though. She was afraid that her children might catch her at it.

But now, she wondered why she should be afraid of that happening. After what they had done with each other the night before certainly meant they would have no right to condemn their mother no matter what she did.

After she had gotten out of bed this morning, Susan had put on a skirt and blouse. She seldom wore skins, but there was a tingling thought in the back of her mind, and she gave in to it. Now, as she stroked her fist up and down the stone cock, Susan raised her skirt to her waist and rubbed her pantied cunt. She felt a thrill rumbling through her. She had never exposed herself this way before in the yard. Her children could return at anytime and see what she was doing.

And Susan wished they would!

She heard some rustling in the forest. Despite her wish to be seen by her children stroking this stone cock with her skirt up, she quickly let her skirt drop and jerked her hand from the statue.

''Terrible day, isn't it, Susan?"

Susan saw Jayne Hanson coming through the trees. Her heart banged heavily inside her chest as she watched the woman approach. She was once again struck by Jayne's beauty. The blonde woman was wearing a pair of the most revealing shorts Susan had ever seen. Her tight blouse emphasized her swelling, shapely tits. Susan could actually see the nipples pressing at the blouse.

"Think it will rain, Jayne?" she said, watching the woman approach. Jayne had beautiful, smooth, slender thighs; and the revealing shorts were pulled tight at the crotch; Susan almost gasped loud when she realized that. Jayne's cunt was brazenly outlined. She could actually see the shape of Jayne's cunt lips, and wondered if it could be hair curling out from the crotch. Why, it sure was. She almost blushed as she saw this, but managed to keep herself calm. "I can't see well enough to paint, damn it!" Jayne was near now; a smile was on her lovely face. "You can't paint all the time, Susan."

"Are Tommy and Julie giving you any trouble?" Susan asked.

"Are you kidding?" Jayne laughed in a low, husky chuckle. "Those two kids of yours are so sweet, they couldn't give anyone trouble." Jayne looked at the statue. "When are you going to try that on for size, Susan?"

That was one thing about Jayne; she was sexually blunt. She seemed to enjoy shocking people, and by now Susan had gotten used to it.

She laughed. "One of these days I just might," she replied.

Jayne ran her hand over the stone cock. "If it was mine, I'd give it a try every damned day!"

"You probably would," Susan laughed.

"Why not?" Jayne replied, running her hand over the stone balls. "A cock is a cock, isn't it! My God, Susan, it must be at least a week since I've been fucked."

Susan had heard this many times since she had known Jayne; but so far had considered it talk. Now she wasn't so sure. She knew Jayne seldom went on dates. Maybe she wasn't so sexy, but tried to make people think she was. Susan recalled what she had seen last night, and said suddenly: "Jayne, let's go in the house. I have a problem you might be able to help me with."

Jayne cocked her lovely eyes. "Ah-ha! So you're finally admitting you need it, huh? Well, Susan, it's about time! You want to play little-girl games with me, huh?"

"Oh, Jayne!" Susan blushed now. "You get more horrible every time I see you."

"Bull shit!" Jayne snorted. "I've been this way all my life, and I'm not about to change now. Besides, I like to play with a woman now and then. It's a change of pace from those grabbing, horny men."

They went into the house and Susan poured coffee for them. She was nervous, and didn't know how to start saying this. She wasn't even sure she wanted to mention it to Jayne. Susan was always startled to hear Jayne talk the way she did. She was a beautiful, feminine woman, and when she used those words it seemed exciting. Somehow it didn't sound coarse or vulgar when Jayne said them.