Kathy Andrews - Hot horny mother

The touch of their hands on her steamy cunt caused Carol to ripple with ecstasy. It had been a long time since anyone other than herself had touched her body in this intimate way. She spread her legs wider, much wider. She was holding the headboard, her feet flat on the mattress. With a gurgle of delight, she lifted her ass from the bed.

"Mmmm, that's so nice," she whispered.

A finger was going into her cunt, slowly but deeply. She didn't look down to see whose finger it was. She enjoyed it, twisting her ass about. Her son, with his hand still between her thighs, had scooted up and was licking at one inflamed nipple. Carol whimpered in delight as her son sucked her tit vigorously, his tongue swirling. She began to grind her thighs, knowing it was Susan's finger inside her cunt now, fingerfucking her. They were eager to touch her, to play with her body, to excite her and themselves at the same time.

Carol mewled as her daughter's moist, hot lips kissed at her knee, then an inch or so above it. The feel of those wet lips against her naked flesh sent shudders of ecstasy roaring through her. She began to moan softly as Susan's finger dived and withdrew, her slippery cunt clinging to it. Carol shot her hips up and down, fucking her daughter's finger as much as it was fucking her.

"Ohhh, so good!" she wailed, tossing her ass about and hugging her son's face tightly to her tits now. "Do it harder to me, Susan! Oh, God, baby, do it harder to Mother!"

Susan's finger was flying in and out of her cunt, the moist slaps of her hand drifting to Carol's ears. Susan's hot mouth rested above her knee, and the breathing of her daughter seared Carol's flesh.

Carol felt an orgasm growing within her body, and she knew it was going to be a tremendous explosion. She began to sob with increasing ecstasy, her hips twisting as Susan finger-fucked her faster and faster. Bobby sucked very hard on her tit, his finger still agitating her clitoris.

Carol was boiling with need, wanting to come badly. Her nerves were screaming with the intensity of her pleasure.

"Make me come!" Carol yelled in mindless delight. "Oh, God, make Mother come! Finger me… fingerfuck me! Ohhhh, you two hot little shits… make me come! Suck my tit, Bobby… fuck my cunt, Susan! Ooooh, I'm so close, so fucking close to coming!"

Susan's finger seemed to increase in speed and depth, her small fist smacking against her mother's puffy, hairy cuntlips. Bobby was sucking so hard on her nipple that it seemed as if he wanted it down his throat. His finger on her clitoris whipped and smashed. Carol's ass twirled about, pumping up and down. Her hair-lined cunt sucked and clasped the finger of her daughter's. The muscles of her flat stomach rippled with effort.

"Ooooh, so fucking close," she mewled. "I'm so fucking close to coming! Fuck my cunt, Susan! Ooooh, fuck my hot cunt hard and fast! Eat my tit, Bobby! Eat my hot nipple!"

Carol screamed and her body went rigid.

As her orgasm burst, she shot her crotch high and began to grind frantically against their hands. Her body trembled violently as she screamed loudly. Her cunt, in convulsions, drew on Susan's finger as if trying to suck it far into her overheated body.

Finally, with a groan, Carol lowered her ass back to the bed, her body relaxing. Her legs remained spread out, the glistening lips of her cunt pulsating visibly. Her son had left her tit and now sat at her side, grinning at her as if he had accomplished some world-shaking event. His cock stood hard from his groin, his balls dangling below. Susan, with her hand slippery wet, sat at her mother's feet now, looking at her with a sweet, pleased smile.

Carol wanted to take her son's cock and stroke it, play with it. She wanted to cradle his balls and twist them gently. She wanted to fondle her daughter's succulent pussy. Her palms itched to touch their bodies, to feel them as they had felt her.

But she still held back.

As she watched them move from the bed, her eyes on their young and beautiful bodies, she couldn't understand why she was stopping herself.

In time, perhaps…

The best thing about this, Carol thought, was the sudden and startling change that had come over her children.

They were absolutely, deliciously, sweetly excitingly uninhibited.

Now that they knew their mother was not angry with them for feeling and fucking each other, that she had willing exposed her tits and her cunt to them, they no longer sought concealment when they became aroused. And it seemed they stayed in a high state of arousal. Her son, for instance, seemed to always have a hard-on in his pants. He wouldn't conceal the bulge of his cock, but seemed proud to have it visible. Susan, the sweet thing, was quite careless when she sat. Most of the time her dress was, up, and her panties showing. Carol loved it, being able to gaze at them openly, to see her son's cock so hard, her daughter's pantied pussy so available.

Bobby and even Susan, would find opportunities to touch their mother. Anytime one of them had to pass her, they would grab for her rounded ass, or her tits, and for her cunt. Usually they would giggle in a naughty way. There were many times when Carol wanted to return those playful touches, yet she kept her hands to herself.

Before, her cunt had been very hot. Now, since this had started, her cunt remained, at a low boil, ready to bubble into a steamy orgasm at any instant.

They were watching television, with Carol sitting on the couch and her daughter on the floor at her feet. Susan rested her cheek on her mother's thigh. At the other side of her, on the floor, too, was Bobby. He leaned his head on the cushions of the couch, but his body pressed at her other thigh. She was fondly caressing the pubic hair. The film they were watching was a rerun, and none of them had any interest in it.

Carol felt her daughter slowly caressing her hand up and down her lower leg, and then she felt her son doing the same with her other leg. She shivered with pleasure as those two inquisitive hands moved to her knees. For a moment they paused there, then Carol watched with smoky eyes as their fingers slipped under the hem of her skirt. Those fingers felt hot against her flesh as they moved up and down her thighs. She writhed her ass on the couch, moaning.

When Susan and Bobby began to pull at her knees, she allowed them to part. Now their hands moved up and down the creamy inner surfaces, along the skin where she was most sensitive. They felt up her thighs, and Carol widened her knees as their fingers stroked her panties. Her pussy twitched with increasing heat as a finger was drawn slowly up and down her crotch. She smiled at them as they began to pull at her hips, urging her to scoot to the edge of the couch.

"What are you two going to do with me?" she asked, her voice pitched low.

"Play with you, Mother," Susan replied.

"Mmmmm," Carol murmured as she scooted her ass to the edge, her knees spreading wide.

Bobby shoved his mother's skirt up as Susan kept caressing along the tight crotch of Carol's panties. The sensations flowing through Carol were fantastic, but then she felt and saw them as they both began, kissing at a thigh. She trembled with the heat of their mouths, and she allowed them to kiss at her flesh. But then, when it seemed they were kissing higher, she stopped them.

"Please, you're making me too hot," she gasped. "I'd rather watch you two fuck."

She sat upright, gently shoving them away. Susan and Bobby looked puzzled.

"Don't you like this, Mom?" Bobby asked.

"That's just the trouble," Carol smiled. "I like it too much. It could lead to something else, very quickly."

"So what?" Susan asked.

"So nothing," Carol said. "Come on, I want to see Bobby fucking you, honey."

"Anytime!" Susan squealed, standing up and bunching her dress at her small waist.