Kathy Andrews - Loving mom_s lips

They could do everything!

Anything and everything her erotic mind could dream up. And Karen was beginning to dream up some very erotic, delicious ideas.

But how could she approach either of them? She could ask them one at a time or get them together. But would they be embarrassed together? She didn't think so, but it was a chance she didn't want to take. The idea was to enjoy themselves and each other, not to embarrass them.

She climbed from the tub and dried her slender, curvy body, thinking she was taking more baths than usual. There must be some significance there, she thought with amusement.

Her tits stood up proudly, her light-brown nipples rubbery and arching toward the ceiling. There was not a flaw anywhere on her

body that she could see. Her tits were rounded and very firm, and the tight curls of her cunt hair made a pretty frame for her wet cunt lips. She probed at the dimple of her belly button for a moment, then giggled. If her belly button was only deep enough, she thought, she could take her son's cock there too.

Weird, Karen! she told herself. You're really getting weird lately. Racking your belly button, of all places!

She knew she was changing, but the ideas flowing and burning in. her mind were better than the pacing, bellowing beast deep inside her cunt. Besides, Karen felt she was changing in the direction she had always secretly wanted, the direction she had denied herself. She wanted what was happening to her. So many women wanted it, but did not have the opportunity to express their real erotic natures. She had the chance now, and she was going to take it.

The only way she would get it, Karen thought, was to reach and grab.

Life would pass her by if she didn't.

Dressing, she paid little attention to her skirt and sleeveless summer sweater. It was a becoming outfit, the skirt an emerald green with a pastel green sweater. The sweater clung to her rounded, arching tits like a second skin,

her nipples straining in bold outline. Underneath her skirt she was naked. The skirt was tight, hugging at her sweetly rounded ass.

She had been in the tub a long time and, after dressing, entered the living room. Sally was there was Brett. She had not heard the girl come into the house. She smiled her pleasure at the pretty girt. Sally was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans, with frayed legs. There was hardly any crotch to them, only a thin piece of material. Karen had seen other young girls wearing them, half their sweet little asses showing. If they weren't careful, a pretty cunt would flash to some unsuspecting watcher.

Karen could not see Sally's cunt, but she could see a few curling hairs and the teasing curve of her ass. Sally sat on the couch with Brett, her legs and ass slumped forward, and it was obvious her son and Sally had been indulging in a little feeling of each other.

Her son's cock bulged up inside his pants, throbbing powerfully. Neither Brett nor Sally made any effort to conceal what they had been doing.

Karen ran her tongue over her lips as she looked between the slim thighs of Sally, making the girl giggle. Taking a seat across the room, she kept her eyes trained on them, her eyes twinkling and hotly expectant. Her tight

skirt rose past her knees, almost to mid-thigh, and she left it there. It was a way to let Brett and Sally know her feelings, she thought. For a while they looked at each other. The tension was heavy in the room. Karen was trying to come up with some way to let them know what was on her mind.

She didn't have to say a word.

Sally, watching Karen, placed her hand boldly upon the bulge of Brett's cock. She rested her hand there, palm down, not feeling or rubbing. Karen licked her lips again as her own cunt began to twitch and steam. Then Brett began to move his hand up and down Sally's golden thigh. There were no words passing between them, only heavy, expectant breathing.

Then Brett moved his palm to cup Sally's cunt.

Karen watched, not speaking. In fact, no one said anything. The tension between them all was thick with erotic anticipation, and Karen for one did not want to break it. Her cunt was throbbing wetly as she gazed at them, watching her son and his girlfriend feel each other up. She had never seen anyone doing this before, and the excitement created within her was terrific.

She had never suspected she could be so

thrilled to watch others engaged in this erotic play. To her, sex had always been a participation game, not a spectator thing. Yet, she was seeing how wrong she had been.

Sally and Brett, after watching Karen for a long time, finally became more interested in each other. Karen saw her son's hand slide up the girl's golden thigh and into her crotch. As Brett moved his hand into the heat there, Sally gasped and began to claw at his pants, attempting to get his cock free. Karen's pussy was melting with wet heat underneath her skirt. She was gripping the arms of the chair, her eyes glassy with pleasure, her firm tits moving up and down as she breathed.

As Brett began to kiss Sally, Karen felt the urge to go to them, to help the girl release her son's hard cock. But she felt frozen in an erotic grip of desire to watch them, to see how far they would go with her sitting there in the same room with them.

Finally Sally had Brett's pants open, and her small hand slipped inside and pulled his cock out. Sally moaned as she wrapped her eager fingers around his cock and began to stroke up and down jerkily. She squirmed her small ass about while Brett managed to work his fingers underneath the very thin crotch of her cut-off jeans. As his hands went under, Karen saw the

flash of the-girls puffy cunt, the cunt she had enjoyed tongue fucking so much. She could just see her son's finger fucking in and out of the tight, sugary cunt of Sally.

The moaning, gasping pleasure of Brett and Sally increased until neither could take much more. Sally turned loose of Brett's cock and yanked her top off, revealing her tight little tits with those pink nipples. She worked on her shorts with feverish hands, and they, too, went to the floor, leaving her succulent body totally naked.

Karen saw her son's eyes grow hot as he looked at the girl, his cock jerking about. Sally then began to work on Brett's pants, dragging them down and off his feet. Karen stared at her son's cock and balls, curling her hands into fists as her cunt lurched and she came almost to orgasm. They hardly knew she was there watching them anymore.

Sally climbed onto the couch, spreading her legs so she stood on her knees with her cunt hovering above Brett's cock. Karen gazed at the creamy tightness of the girl's sweet ass cheeks, saw Sally reach down to take hold of Brett's cock a sigh, almost a swooning sound, Sally lowered her cunt to Brett's upstanding prick. Karen watched the swollen head of her son's cock slip into the wetness of

Sally's gripping cunt. Sally's naked ass shivered as she settled downward, the full length of Brett's cock deep inside her lightly haired cunt.

For a moment Sally sat there, her fine ass cheeks quivering, as she held her head up, eyes closed, her face contorting with pleasure.

"Ohhh, fuck him!" Karen whispered, grasping one of her tits through her thin sweater and digging into the spongy flesh. "Fuck him… fuck him!"

Whether her words reached them or not, Sally began to lift and lower her creamy ass, and Karen could see her son's cock, glistening wetly now, being fucked by Sally. Karen's own pussy burned with a tormenting heat, and her clit was so inflamed she could hardly stand it. She began inching her skirt upwards, spreading her knees as she sat watching, her eyes fixed upon Sally's ass moving up and down. Brett's hands came around to clutch the wiggling cheeks of Sally's ass, his own humping up to meet her thrusts.

Karen's skirt was at her lap now, the thick hairs of her cunt revealed. She spread her legs farther and began to rub at her fiery clit, licking her lips as she strained her eyes.