Kathy Andrews: Incest mom

She dated often and didn't much care for it. The guys always came on rough and demanding, thinking how macho it was to grab a girl as soon as they parked. Tracy didn't like the rough stuff, and when she was fucked, she seldom experienced an orgasm.

But it was not because she was a cold girl. On the contrary, she was a very hot one. It was the guys who caused the problem. They never waited for her to touch them, to let her play with their cocks. They were selfish and demanding, thinking only of their own satisfaction and forgetting about hers. Sometimes she felt as if her cunt was simply a fist substitute for them.

Gazing up at the ceiling, she continued to see her mother in her mind. She had seen her take the teen's cock into her mouth and suck it, letting him, come off in her mouth. The excitement boiling between her long, slim thighs was about to cause an orgasm. She could hardly stand the tightness of her panties against her cunt and throbbing clit.

Tracy had never given any thought to the sexual nature of her mother. Being without a father, she had never concerned herself with what her mother did for relief. Mothers were just that, all mothers. They had no sexual feelings. But she knew now that her mother not only had such feelings, but was enjoying them, too.

Tracy had never had a cock in her mouth. A couple of teens had tried to force her to, but she had fought them off and refused to date them again. It wasn't that she felt repulsed by such a thing – in fact, Tracy thought it might be enjoyable – but the teens had always tried to force her, and that she refused to accept.

She had no intention of being a plaything for some horny teen, of being used and abused, and then forgotten until they wanted her again. Yet she usually fucked her dates. There was always the possibility of that one guy who would not make any demands, who would fuck her and make her come as she wanted.

Tracy pulled her skirt up, placing two pillows beneath her head so she could look down at her body. Her legs were very long and slim, her skin like satin. The tight crotch of her panties rounded up where her cunt puffed out, the triangle of hair as soft as her flesh. At the moment, her cunt was wet and pulsating from what she had seen, and she moved a finger along her pussyslit, feeling the moisture on her panties.

Tracy finger-fucked herself often at night, mostly after one of those frustrating dates. She was about to stop dating altogether because her finger gave her more satisfaction than the guys she dated.

With a sigh, she stood up and began undressing. Naked, she took her robe and went to the bathroom, thinking a nice bath would calm her down a bit. She soaked for a long time, enjoying the steaming hot water on her flesh.

Hearing her, Susan looked in. "I didn't know you were home, honey."

Tracy looked at her mother. "I've been here a while," she said, not caring if her mother understood. "About an hour I guess."

Susan saw in her daughter's eyes that she had been seen sucking the teen's cock. She didn't see condemnation nor shame nor anything in those eyes. What she saw was a brightness, a glittering sort of glow. She lowered her gaze to her daughter's tits. Tracy's tits were lovely, firm and round with lusciously pink nipples jutting up.

Seeing where her mother's gaze was, Tracy began arching her shoulders back before she knew what she was doing, making her tits stand out more than ever.

"Then you saw me," Susan said in a whispery voice. "You saw me and the guy."

Tracy nodded, feeling her mother's gaze on her naked tits and liking it.

"So?" Susan asked.

"So nothing, Mother," Tracy replied. "That's your business."

A nervous smile spread over Susan's lovely face, then she turned and left her daughter to finish her bath. She was not bothered that her daughter had watched her suck the guy off. And the fact that her daughter had not shown anger made her feel good.

She arrived in the living room just as Bill came in. She greeted her son with a kiss, as usual.

"Tracy home yet?" Bill asked.

"Taking a bath," Susan replied.

Bill almost worshiped his sister, something that pleased Susan. Her children didn't bicker and fight like most, and Bill was always trying to please his sister. And Tracy liked her brother as much as he liked her. Now that Susan thought about it, Bill looked sad and lonely when his sister was out on a date, seemingly not knowing what to do with himself if he wasn't near her.

"I gotta put my books in my room," he said.

Just as Bill entered the hall, Tracy came out of the bathroom. She had not put her robe on, but had wrapped herself in a large towel, still fucking it in at her tits. Bill smiled when he saw his sister, then his gaze moved down to her long, exciting thighs.

"Hi, honey," Tracy said when she saw him.

"Hi," he mumbled back, a faint flush on his face.

Tracy moved down the hall ahead of him and Bill's gaze glowed on the backs of his sister's thighs. He could see the lower moons of her asscheeks and even part of the crack. He ran his lips over his tongue as he stared, feeling his cock swelling. Everytime he looked at his sister his cock would start getting hard. He loved to see her in shorts and he had been trying for some time to see her naked, but so far had not succeeded.

As Tracy started to enter her bedroom, she paused and looked over her shoulder at her brother, catching him staring at her half revealed ass. Bill's face turned red.

Tracy laughed. "Don't worry, sweet thing," she said. "Looking is healthful."

After a late dinner, Bill showered and went to his room to study.

Susan and Tracy sat up, watching an old rerun on television. Susan had searched for a coolness from her daughter, but had found none. Instead, Tracy seemed more animated than usual. They left alone what they both knew, not mentioning the neighbor again.

When Tracy's date called to say he would be late in picking her up, she broke the date quickly and hung up on the guy.

"Asshole!" she said, glancing at her mother. It was the first time she had used such language in front of Susan. But Susan said nothing and simply smiled.

"I know what you mean, Tracy," she said a few minutes later. "I thought most guys were assholes, too, when I was your age."

Susan could see it in her daughter's eyes. Tracy was, she knew, disappointed in guys her own age. She could see the hunger on her daughter's lovely face and there was no doubt in her mind that Tracy was erotic, very, very erotic, and wasn't getting the satisfaction she wanted so desperately. She felt closer to her daughter than ever. Tracy, she thought, suffered from the same thing that most beautiful girls did. Guys wanted to fuck them because of their beauty, but it was an ego trip more than trying to please the girl. If a guy could fuck an exceptionally beautiful girl, it seemed to make him feel good. Susan had never understood such a mentality.

"I just hope Bill isn't as frustrated as we are," Susan said. "Maybe guys are different."

"I don't think so, Mother," Tracy said. "I caught him looking at me after I got out of the bath and he seemed excited."

Tracy wanted to ask her mother many things, but she knew this wasn't the time. She looked at her mother with warm eyes, seeing her as a sexual person, a woman with desires just like her own. Dropping her gaze, she stared at the thrust of her mother's tits, seeing the nipples pressing upon the white blouse she wore. Then her gaze went lower, and she looked at her mother's knees.

Susan's skirt was a few inches past her knees, and seeing the way her daughter looked at her, she pulled her shoulders back and allowed her knees to open a bit. Tracy's eyes became hot and a shiver ran through her. She could see between her mother's thighs, almost to her panties.