Kathy Andrews - Hot horny mother

Cock… cunt. The two words burned in Carol's mind. She wondered where they could have heard them. Somehow, hearing her daughter say dirty words made Carol feel warm and tingly inside, and she was aware that her clit had swollen again.

Watching Bobby's cock and her daughter's cunt, Carol found herself wishing that her son had dropped his pants, too. She wanted to see all of him, his balls, too. From the waist down, Susan was naked.

"Rub it on me, Bobby," she heard her daughter urge him. "You're supposed to rub your cock on my cunt."

"That's not the way you're supposed to do it, Susan," Bobby said. "If I'm supposed to put it in there."

"You can stick it in me later," Susan replied. "I wanna feel you rub it on my first."

Oh, my God! Carol thought. They're going to fuck!

Her eyes strained hard to watch, and she saw her son press the swollen head of his cock against his sister's cunt, rubbing it up and down. She saw Susan wiggle her uplifted hips and heard the soft giggle she made.

"You're still hot against my cock, Susan," Bobby said, his voice sounding hoarse.

"Your cock is smooth, Bobby," Susan mewled. "I like it there! Rub my cunt harder!"

Carol gazed down at her son and daughter, watching with blazing eyes. Susan whipped her hips and, and down, and in a grinding motion, rubbed her cunt against the swollen head of her brother's cock. Susan was doing most of the moving, Carol saw, while her son simply held his prick against her pussy. The sight was exciting to Carol, and she began to breathe with hot gasps. She moved her hand to her cunt and pressed it hard, feeling the throbbing there increase.

Bobby, clinging to his cock as his sister rubbed her hot pussy lips against his cockhead, began to stroke his fist back and forth, jacking off. Carol was intensely excited to see his fist beating his cock as his sister rubbed her hot, succulent cunt against the swollen head of his prick.

"I think I'm gonna do it, Susan!" Bobby grunted, his body shaking. "I think I'm gonna do it!"

"I don't care, Bobby!" Susan replied in a squeal, "I've starting doing it already! Golly, it sure feels good, Bobby!"

Carol knew her daughter was coming, and it seemed that her son was about to come, too. She strained her eyes as hard as she could, her lips parted as she breathed hotly, her tongue licking about her lips as she breathed hotly, her tongue licking about her lips as she pressed the heel of her hand tighter against her cunt.

Her son grunted loudly.

Carol saw the thick spurt of come juice gush from his piss hole, splashing just below his sister's belly button. Again he came, gushing his come juice all over her cunt, her stomach and thighs. Susan gurgled with pleasure and began smearing his come juice on her cunt flesh.

Instantly, Carol felt her cunt explode.

She came with such force that her vision became fuzzy, and she was unable to see clearly. She slumped against the window, and an image came into her mind. An image long buried, one she thought she had forgotten, tried to forget.

She had been very young, and so had her brother.

How it happened, she couldn't remember. She had been fucked by her brother, and fucked in such a way that she knew, from that moment on, how hot she was.

It had happened only that one time, and despite her desires, never again had she felt a cock in her cunt until she married.

Carol had grown up on a farm. They lived there with her grandparents, and she had, not left it until she married. She recalled she had been in the barn, up in the loft, daydreaming as she lay on the soft, fragrant hay. She had no idea her brother was in the barn, and that he had climbed up the ladder and was watching her. She had hot even known her dress was up, her white panties showing, or that her legs had been spread out.

She had been daydreaming about fucking. She had discovered the thrills of touching her young cunt, felt the pleasure between her thighs, and the exquisite sensations of orgasms shuddering through her small, slim body.

Her first indication that her brother had come into the hayloft was when she heard him breathing. She had looked at him, not surprised. He was only a few years older than she was, and since there were no other boys and girls their age around, they had become close.

She looked up at her brother, the dreams of fucking still so vivid in her mind that she didn't notice at first that she was excitingly revealed.

She failed to notice that her brother was gazing with hot eyes at her slender thighs and the crotch of her panties, or the bulge inside his pants. She did, however, feel his fingers touching her knee lightly. She didn't mind it felt good. She even moaned with pleasure when her brother began to slide his palm up and down her thighs.

Her brother's hand had felt very hot on her flesh, and it made her cunt bubble with sensation. Somehow, without her knowing it was happening, she had moved her hand toward the front of his pants. She discovered the hardness there, and from that point on, she had wanted his cock.

Apparently the touch of her hand on her brother's cock had given him all the encouragement he required. He slipped his hand to her crotch and felt her cunt through her white panties. When he began to rub up and down, she spread her thighs even wider, arching her hips up to increase the exquisite pressure.

Carol remembered, now, how she had immediately started coming, the soft waves of orgasms rippling through her, strong enough to make her whimper and writhe her ass about. She had gripped her brother's cock through his pants, squeezing it hard enough to make him grunt.

She did not remember when his cock was out of his pants or if she had taken it out or if he had. All she remembered about it was that his cock seemed to suddenly materialize before her. It was thick and long and so very hard, with a smoothly swollen head that thrilled her senses. She had taken her brother's cock in her small fist, and from instinct began stroking back and forth, feeling his prick throb and burn her palm. Her panties had been removed, but whether by her brother or herself, she failed to remember.

So much of the incident was lost in the deep darkness of her mind, but the important parts of it were still there. It was vivid now.

She had loved the feel of her brother's cock, thinking it was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. His prick was beautiful and smooth and hot.

Her brother knelt on his knees at her side, and he was fondling her cunt with both hands eagerly. She twisted and arched her cunt up as high as she could, yearnings for more than just his hands an her pussy. She loved the way he touched her, the way his fingers moved on her inflamed clitoris and along the heat of her puffy cunt, finally moving between the tight lips to probe inside.

When he shoved his finger deep into her cunt, Carol had whined for more, twisting her cunt with wild movements, while gripping his cock as hard as she could. He was dripping, and the slippery juices coated her palm, making it easier to jack him.

In complete silence, except for heavy, eager breathing, her brother had moved between her thighs. Carol had lifted her exposed cwt to him when be moved his prick close. She had begun to whine softly when she felt the smooth head of her brother's cock brushing against her cunt. She felt it smash her distended clitoris, and she came with sudden shakes of her small body.

When her brother began to rub the head of his cock up and down the slit of her cunt, Carol began to whimper. She had never experienced anything like it before. The ecstasy was almost more than she could bear. She wanted more than just that rubbing and touching of her cunt; she wanted his cock inside her, fucking her, filling her and stretching her cunt.

It seemed that, when her brother began to push his cock into her pussy, he was excruciatingly slow. Yet, it felt so very good. She felt the swollen head of his cock stretching her cunt lips, filling her. It had seemed so huge at the time, and the pleasure had been so great.