Kathy Andrews: Incest mom

"Now we know about each other, don't we, Tracy?"

Tracy, feeling exhausted, nodded, but her eyes shined with a fiery brightness. "It's a good thing we talked, Mother," she whispered softly, leaning forward and kissing her mother on her mouth. "Maybe neither of us will be frustrated anymore."

Eating her daughter's cunt had thrilled Susan.

It was the second time in her life she had pressed her mouth to a pussy. Tracy's cunt had a lot of hair on it, and it was certainly juicy. Susan decided that she liked it that way.

It was odd, she thought, how much she wanted a cock and strong, without hair, but wanted a cunt with hair. In her own home, she had found both her son and her daughter.

Now that she had fucked her daughter, she wondered whether or not her son would fuck her, his mother.

But surely, if Bill would fuck his sister, why shouldn't he fuck his mother, too, she thought. Brothers and sisters were always fucking, she had heard. If they were that erotic, like Bill and Tracy, Susan could sec no reason why her son wouldn't fuck her, too.

Susan had heard everything from the time Tracy entered Bill's bedroom, then watched them fucking eagerly. Bill had not hesitated, once Tracy had her hot hands on him. Tracy had said Bill was shy, and that he would not wake a pass first. Susan had no qualms about making the first pass; she had done so with the neighbor.

She considered various means of letting her son know she was willing to fuck him, discarding them all. They were so stupid and common. Yet what other way was there? She could cuddle him and stroke him and gradually get her hand on his cock. She could simply walk up to him and grab his cock… and Bill would probably shit his pants! She didn't want to frighten him; she wanted to get his cock in her mouth and suck it off. She could simply lift her skirt and show him her cunt. Guys like Bill were always turned on when they saw a pussy, she thought. But then, if she did that, instead of getting hard, the guy would piss his pants in embarrassment.

Was Bill even aware that a mouth would feel good on his cock? Did he even know about such things? Would he think that having his cock sucked was something horrible and dirty? Would he even like having a wet, hot mouth sucking on his cock? Maybe he wanted his cock inside a cunt, not a mouth. Susan was nervous and anxious. She wanted to feel her son's cock deep inside her mouth so badly, to feel the hardness sliding in and out of her lips. Now she felt more frustrated than before. Sucking her son's cock off was becoming an obsession with her. Before the day was out, Susan was about ready to grab Bill by the cock and tell him exactly where she wanted it, whether it frightened the piss out of him or not.

She was sprawled on the couch in the living room, eyes closed and one arm, over them. One foot rested on the floor and the other on the couch. It was almost time for Bill to come home from school. He came home an hour earlier than Tracy. Her dress was hiked up to her hips, and since she had been caressing her cunt most of the day in frustration as she thought of her son, she wore no panties. Her other hand cupped a concealed tit, her thoughts still tumbling about in her head, her cunt in a constant quivering wetness.

When she heard the door open, her first impulse was to shove her skirt down. She knew it was Bill, and that she was sprawled with her pussy exposed. Susan caught herself just in time. Maybe if he saw her cunt, it would excite him, make his cock become hard, and he wouldn't be shy with her. It was a flimsy pretense, but the opportunity had presented itself and Susan would try to make do as best she could.

With her arm over her eyes, she tried to pretend sleep, not wanting Bill to know she was wide awake and fighting to control the tremors of her slim body.

As Bill closed the door and turned, be saw his mother on the couch. Her feet was toward him, and his gaze moved up between her long legs. He stared at her hairy cunt and while his eyes began to burn, his cock lifted inside his pants. His mother's cunt looked different than his sister's, not a difference he could describe, except maybe there was more hair on his mother's pussy.

Susan could almost feel her son's eyes on her cunt, and she fought hard to keep her breathing normal. But she couldn't stop the twitching of her cunt, knowing her son was gazing at it. She visualized his cock swelling inside his pants, and her mouth began to water.

She sensed her son was coming closer. She managed a quick peek from under her arm. Bill didn't notice; he was absorbed by his mother's exposed cunt. He stood at her leg, looking down. The brief peek Susan had was enough to let her know his cock was very hard. She wanted to jerk her skirt high, rip it open, let her tits become free, thrust her cunt toward her son's face and scream at him: "Let me suck your cock off!"

She felt her son brush against her knee. She peeked once more. Bill was leaning over, peering at her pussy. He had one hand poised as if to touch her cunt, his eyes bright and his mouth open. Susan waited breathlessly, mentally urging her son to touch her cunt, to feel it, to push his fingers into it. She wanted him to become so excited, she could sit up and drag his cock out and stuff it into her mouth.

Suddenly, Bill shoved a finger into his mother's pussy.

It happened so quickly, Susan could not stop the grunt of surprise. Bill had plunged his finger into his mother's cunt swiftly, without really thinking about it. He felt the wet heat of her pussy close about his finger, but her grunt frightened him. Without looking at her, he jerked his finger out and ran from the room, going to his bedroom fast.

You fucked it up, Susan, she told herself as she sat up on the couch. You couldn't wait, could you? The opportunity was there, and you fucked up.

But had she?

Bill was in his room, with a hard-on, probably waiting to be punished for what he had done. Getting up, she went to his room. Bill had closed his door. Susan hesitated, then opened it.

Bill was lying on his back. He had shoved his pants down and was jerking on his cock. When the door opened, he gasped as he saw his mother there. Quickly, he tried to jerk his pants up.

Susan stepped boldly into his room, closing the door behind her. Before her son had his pants up, she was standing by his bed, stopping him. Grabbing his hands, she shoved them away from his pants. His cock, although he was frightened, continued to stand up in beautiful hardness. Susan saw his balls, the moistness of his swollen prickhead, his seeping piss-hole. There was not a single hair to be seen. Her cunt pulsated hotly and she swallowed as her mouth filled with watery hunger.

"You touched me, Bill," she said, her voice trembling.

Bill seemed to shrink, his face red, unable to reply.

"You touched me, honey," she said in a more gentle tone. "You touched me and fair is fair."

Her hand darted out and down, and Bill gasped when he felt his mother's hand close about his cock. He stared at her in a puzzled way, not sure what he should do. Susan, feeling the throbbing hardness of her son's cock, began to stoke up and down, jacking him slowly and mewling with pleasure. She moved her other hand out and cupped his balls. Her gaze smoldered at the sight of his seeping piss-hole, her tongue running over her lips. She knew her hand excited him, yet she could see his shyness.

Releasing his cock and balls, she lifted her dress to her waist, spreading her feet. Holding the dress there, she fumbled with the buttons on top. Pulling her dress apart, she exposed her shapely tits to her son's eyes.

"You wanted to see me," she said in a very low whisper. "You wanted to see my body, Bill? You wanted to sneak up on me and stick your finger in me, didn't you? But, honey, you don't have to sneak up that way. I'll show you what you want to see."