Kathy Andrews - A mom and more

"Is my cunt hot and wet, Barbara?" Candy whispered in a low, almost hypnotic voice. "Don't you love my wet, hot, young cunt, Barbara? You like to tongue fuck my tight cunt, don't you, Barbara? Give my pussy a nice kiss!"

Barbara jerked her hand away from the girl's boiling cunt.

Immediately Candy began to snarl and shout in anger once more.

"Cunt-face whore!" she screamed. "You're gonna suck my fucking cunt whether you want to or not! Shove your cunt-face mouth up my pussy, whore!"

Candy tried to grab Barbara's head and lower it, but Barbara freed herself. She held Candy's arms, seeing the crazy anger in the flashing eyes.

"You will go, Candy," Barbara said firmly. "I want you out of my house and away from my son, do you hear me? You are no longer welcome here."

Candy struggled, spitting and screaming that Barbara was a cunt-face, a son-fucker. In the struggle, Barbara found herself straddling the girl, holding her arms above her head. Candy's eyes blazed up at her. Barbara felt the soft, creamy flesh of the girl's stomach twisting against her cunt, and the idea came to her then.

"You've never sucked a cunt, have you, Candy?" she asked, her voice harsh with anger now. "You don't eat pussy, do you? You want it all done to you, don't you? You selfish little bitch!"

Barbara scooted her crotch up. She felt one small, firm tit against her inner thigh, then the nipple of Candy's tit rubbed against her cunt. For a moment Barbara wiggled her wet cunt against Candy's spongy tit, feeling the pink nipple slip between the wet lips of her cunt. She rubbed against the girl's tit, with Candy screaming and protesting all the time.

Barbara scooted her bushy cunt higher, and when Candy realized her intentions, she twisted and squirmed with renewed power.

"I won't!" Candy screamed. "I won't, Barbara! I'm not gonna do it! You can't make me do it! Don't you dare put your cunt in my face! I'll bite it, Barbara!"

"And I'll slap the shit out of you if you bite," Barbara said.

She pressed her wet, hairy cunt against. Candy's face, rubbing back and forth. Candy fought and struggled as Barbara twisted and rubbed, smearing the girl's face with the juices of her hairy pussy. She felt the girl's nose scrape over her clitoris, and although Candy kept her lips pressed tightly, she could feel the girl's mouth with her sensitive cunt.

Finally Candy stopped struggling. She lay limp, not moving at all.

Barbara kept her hairy cunt moving on the girl's face, rubbing her cunt against her chin and lips, feeling herself grow hot and tingly. Barbara cupped her tits, squeezing and twisting at her nipples. Her hips moved, pressing and grinding her cunt into Candy's face as she lay passive, her eyes open and gazing up past the thick curls of Barbara's cunt.

Barbara felt an orgasm boiling, and she began to rub and grind faster against Candy's closed mouth. Yet, as she came, Barbara kept a watchful eye on the girl, no longer trusting her.

When she finished with her orgasm, Barbara lifted from Candy's face. Candy's face glistened wetly as she stood at the side of the bed.

"You can go now, Candy," Barbara said, no longer feeling anger, but pity for the girl.

Barbara watched as Candy dressed, still waiting for another explosion from her. But Candy dressed in silence. Barbara knew there was something wrong with Candy now, and as much as that sweet body appealed to her, she could no longer relent.

What would Lewis say? she wondered. She would have to tell him about Candy. But what could she tell him?

Lewis would just have to understand, she felt.

Barbara didn't know what to say to her son.

Lewis was totally infatuated with Candy, despite the fucking he was getting from his mother. Pussy alone was not enough to keep a man, Barbara knew. Yet she had no desire or intent of keeping her son exclusively to herself. She knew he was young, had a lot to live for.

But she had to open his eyes to Candy. The girl was dangerous, Barbara felt.

How could she tell him?

The only way she knew was to be blunt and truthful.

She was unable to tell him that day.

When Lewis came home, he was tired and sweaty. After a shower, he went directly to bed and did not wake up even for dinner. Barbara checked on him frequently, standing beside his bed and looking at his face. Her eyes stayed to his cock and balls, and since he was sprawled out there nakedly, they were completely exposed. She loved that cock, those precious balls.

As she stood looking at him, she saw his cock stir. It began to swell into hardness, and his face told her he was enjoying a very good dream. She hoped it was about her and not Candy.

His cock came up stiff and hard, pointing toward the ceiling. She could not resist touching it, feeling it. Dropping to her knees at the side of his bed, she closed her fingers lightly around his prick, feeling the throbbing hardness of it, the exciting pulsations.

She held her son's cock, gazing at the swollen head, watching the pre-cum seep from his piss hole. Moving her other hand to his balls, she hefted them. They were heavy balls, and Barbara preferred large, heavy balls on a man. Lewis' balls felt so good in her palm, with his cock throbbing in her other hand.

She began to stroke him, gliding her fist up and down slowly, enjoying the feel of his cock as he lay sleeping. Although it was unnecessary, she fondled his prick lightly so he would not wake up. He needed this rest, she felt.

She felt her cunt become warm, then hot. Her clitoris was pulsating, her hair-rimmed cunt lips swelling. She was very wet, and the insides of her creamy thighs were now slippery. She wanted to finger fuck her cunt as she stroked his cock, but that would mean turning loose of his sweet, precious balls.

Squeezing his cock slowly, she watched the pre-cum bead on his piss hole. The more she squeezed, the larger the head of his cock became, the piss hole flaring. Barbara could not resist licking the fluids away. She ran her tongue tip lightly across his piss hole, tasting the juices. Again she licked, drawing more liquid onto her tongue. When her tongue was slippery with it, she drew it back into her mouth and ran it about her teeth.

Lewis remained asleep.

Cradling his balls, she leaned over and kissed them, feeling the few hairs tickle her lips. Sliding her lips up and down the base of his cock, she kept her hand moving, her breathing increasing. She wanted to take his cock into her mouth, to feel that delicious hardness between her lips.

Slithering her tongue out, she ran it up and down her son's cock, feeling the heat of it. She brushed his balls against her cheek, moaning softly with delight.

Her tongue swirled over that smooth, swollen head of her son's prick. The flesh of his cock was like satin on her tongue, and she pursed her lips and kissed the very tip of his cock, then brushed them back and forth on his wet piss hole.

With a sob of delight, Barbara closed her lips on the head of his cock, holding it just behind the ridge.

The heat of his prick filled her mouth. She scraped her tongue very lightly across the dripping piss hole once more.

I'll help him with his dream, she thought. I'll suck his cock and hope he's dreaming about me, my cunt, my tits, my ass… and not Candy's.

Barbara slipped her lips downward, moaning softly as she stuffed her mouth with his cock. The more she took, the harder and thicker it felt. When her lips pressed into the wiry hairs at the base, she held him for a long time. The head of his cock had slipped into her throat, and she worked the muscles there, writhing her lips.

She held his balls against her cheek for a moment or so, then sucked upwards. She wanted to suck fast and hotly, frantically, but she didn't want to wake him either. She sucked up and down slowly, but with tight, wet lips, her tongue moving in feathery touches.