Kathy Andrews - Hot horny mother

Carol recalled feeling the throbs of her brother's cock as he held the head of his prick inside her cunt. She had felt the smooth swelling tip with the sensitive lips of her pussy, and then there, was a strange thing happening. Her cunt, it seemed, was sucking on her brother's cockhead… sucking at it with hot, flexing motions. This delighted not only her brother, but Carol as well.

Slowly, almost as if afraid he would hurt her, her brother fed more of his cock into her gripping cunt. Carol had held her crotch up for him, her eyes wide and unseeing, smoldering with an erotic sensation she had never felt before. Each ridge of his cock was felt by her, and as he stuffed his prick into her, she had continued to come. The multiple orgasms, too, were new to her. Until now she had only produced a single orgasm each time she finger-fucked herself.

Her cunt held her brother's cock tightly, almost nibbling on it as he fucked her. Then he had every inch of his cock inside her cunt, and his balls were resting against her upturned ass.

Carol had murmured and sighed softly as her brother began fucking her. He held himself upright, not lying across her small body. As he moved his cock in and out of her clasping cunt, Carol had started humping to meet him. The motions of fucking, like jacking his cock, came from instinct. The more he plunged, the more she wanted. The urge to push against his cock created a storm of ecstasy within her body, and soon she was churning furiously, her cunt riding his cock back and forth as her brother stared in amazement at her, no longer fucking, but letting his sister do it all.

She jerked her hips up and down, whimpering softly. She twirled her hips in a frantic attempt to suck his cock and balls into her steaming cunt. Her fiery young pussy was devouring her brother's cock in greedy hunger, and he had gazed at the way her cunt moved. He had watched those pink, wet lips cling to his cock like a hot vise of flesh. He was no longer holding her hips. The ecstasy that her tight cunt provided for his hard cock was fantastic. Yet, Carol's violence seemed to frighten him.

Carol raced her cunt up and down, the muscles in her stomach, rippling with her effort. She jerked her cunt up and down on his cock, banging the cheeks of her ass against his balls, gurgling and squealing as her mind reeled. The orgasms continued to burst and crash through her, making all her nerves tingle hotly. Her tits seemed to grow until they had become five times as large, her nipples standing up like they had never stood before.

She was biting her bottom lip and moaning with sobbing ecstasy. Her cunt beat brutally up and down, grinding against her brother's cock at the base, then sucking back until she had the swollen head of his cock between her cunt lips, banging hurriedly back onto it.

She didn't remember if he had come or not. It seemed that he had, but she couldn't be sure. Her own orgasms had been too strong for her to feel him corning inside her cunt.

Without her knowing, her brother had left her in the hayloft, her dress about her waist and her parities somewhere, her legs wide and her cunt gently pulsating. She had remained in the loft for hours, it seemed, and only moved when she heard her mother tailing her for dinner.

She had been unable to find her panties, and she had gone through dinner naked beneath her dress, feeling a delicious naughtiness. Her brother, however, wouldn't even look at her after that.

She had tried to find opportunities to be alone with him, trying to entice him into fucking her again. But he had become afraid of her insatiable appetite. His attitude had made her feel rejected, and finally she gave up trying to tempt him. From then on, she felt as though all boys would reject her. She didn't date until she married her future husband. Then, almost immediately afterward, she found herself being rejected by her husband. Like her brother, he had been frightened by her erotic appetite.

Carol realized that she was still leaning out the window. Her children had left the shrubbery. No one was there now, and she pulled back and placed the screen into the slots.

Turning back to her room, she thought about Susan and Bobby fucking.

Strangely, she wasn't angry with her children.

Carol stood near her bed, thinking about what she had seen. She wanted to see more, more of her son's cock and Susan's cunt. She loved playing with her own cunt, and looking at another had to be just as exciting, she felt. Carol often placed a mirror between her thighs when she fondled her pussy, watching it. She knew the thrill of watching erotic actions, and she wasn't the least ashamed of it.

Smoothing her skirt, she went downstairs, feeling thirsty.

She found them in the living room, pretending to watch cartoons on television. She knew they were pretending because they never watched cartoons. She caught a guilty glance from her son and daughter as she turned toward the kitchen.

It didn't dawn on her why they had looked so guilty until she was drinking a glass of water. She almost choked when it came to her.

They had seen her looking at them!

That was why they looked so guilty. They were afraid she was going to punish them.

She stood for a while in the kitchen, wondering just what she could do now. They knew she had seen them, and they would be expecting her to at least say something.

But what could she say?

She had fucked her brother, so it wouldn't be right for, her to rant and scream or punish them.

Carol had no idea how to handle the situation.

Leaning against the sink, she tried hard to come up with some way to handle this. There were no answers. Perhaps, she thought, the best way would be to ignore it, pretend nothing had happened. But that, too, would be wrong.

She returned to the living room and sat down, not realizing that she was gazing at them.

Susan and Bobby were sprawled on the floor, their chins cupped in their hands, facing the television.

When she became aware of looking at them, she saw her son's ass bunch up, and then her daughter began to squirm on the floor. She was amused at how nervous they were, anticipating punishment of the same kind.

Susan's legs were parted as she lay on her stomach, and Carol stared at those slender thighs. The back of her daughter's dress was up quite high, she saw. In fact, it was high enough so she could see the crotch of her panties. A pulsing started between her long legs again and Carol swallowed nervously.

She began to see them again in her mind, see Bobby's cock rubbing against Susan's cunt. She saw his cock gushing sweet come juice onto his sister's cunt and thighs. Carol was totally unaware that she was running her palm up and down her thigh, that her dress was being inched up, that her knees opening as she sat there. The erotic visions grew brightly, blotting out everything except the feelings in her throbbing, hungry cunt. The sensations between her, legs became stronger and stronger.

Soon Carol was sitting with her legs wide and her skirt almost at her lap. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, breathing deeply, her hand now caressing the naked flesh of her thigh.

She was unaware that both Bobby and Susan had turned to look at her. They were grinning at each other, then staring between their mother's thighs, seeing the tight crotch of her panties, the shadow of her cunt hair, the way she writhed her ass and caressed her thigh. Opening her eyes, she looked at her children, who had turned to face her, sitting cross-legged on the floor. For a moment she didn't understand why their eyes were shining so brightly.

When she realized where her skirt was and that her legs were wide apart, she clamped them together. But then, she stopped herself just in time. Having Bobby and Susan stare under her skirt this way created such a beautiful feeling to her, she couldn't close her knees.