Kathy Andrews - What a hot mother

"I… I think I should…" Ann didn't know what she thought.

"Oh, Mother! Stop it!" Misty said. "There aren't any more secrets around here. I told Eric and Marty what we did with each other, and you know they've fucked me. Eric knows you watched us fucking, too. So what's the big deal now?"

Ann gave a nervous smile. "I guess there isn't any, is there?"

Ann felt her children staring at her everywhere she went the next morning.

The way they looked at her made her nervous, but this was offset by her growing feeling of anticipation. They were not obvious about watching her, or even about the new aspect of their relationship.

It seemed to Ann that they were waiting for guidance or approval to continue fucking. But she couldn't bring herself to let them know in any obvious way it was okay with her.

The only obvious naughtiness came from Misty. The sweet little girl could not keep herself from making comments with double meanings. She had a good sense of humor, and there was no way she was able to stifle it.

Ann wore a light dress – a bright yellow thing that gave her tall, slender body a fresh look. The skirt was full and swirled about her thighs when she walked. Although she wore panties, she had left off her bra since her daughter had told her girls seldom wore them any more. Her tits, loose inside her dress, gave her a delicious sense of freedom she had never known. She enjoyed the way her tits jiggled in free movement, and the gentle way her nipples brushed the thin material. It made them tingle and this in turn caused her cunt to throb and twitch constantly.

As she moved about the house that morning, feeling her two sons and daughter staring at her, she could not resist looking at the front of Eric's and Marty's pants but only if they didn't notice her.

Ann still retained a portion of her former shyness. It had been so much a part of her life she was having trouble shedding it. Misty, despite her tender years, seemed perceptive of her mother's feelings.

Misty caught Ann alone in the kitchen.

"Mother, you've got to get over this shyness of yours," she said.

Ann paused as she filled the dishwasher. "I know, honey," she replied. "But that's hard to do. I can't help it."

"You fight it Mother."

"Oh, sure. And how am I supposed to fight a red face?"

Misty giggled. "I think I can help, with Eric and Marty."

Ann looked at her beautiful daughter. Misty felt no shyness and apparently had no inhibitions to worry about. It was the way she wished to be. She had known girls in school that were without inhibitions, and she had envied them. She had envied the way they flirted openly with the boys, teasing and tantalizing and dating. Misty reminded her of them.

"How, Misty?" she asked.

Misty gave her a mysterious smile. "You'll see, Mother. Don't worry about it. We'll get you over this blushing."

Ann felt anticipation and outright eagerness the rest of the morning. She listened to the low whispers of her daughter as she talked to her brothers. Ann was unable to hear the words. They were cooking something up, she knew, something that would, as Misty said, help her get over her shyness. Misty knew how thrilling it was to her when she watched them fucking, and Ann was sure it was going to be in that way.

This was the first day that her two sons and daughter had stayed in the house in months. Usually they were racing about the neighborhood with their friends. She realized how little she actually knew about her own children.

Maybe all the teenagers in the world were running around fucking like sex fiends. Due to her shyness Ann knew very little about the world outside her own home. Yet, with her erotic mind, she had read a great deal, and if she could believe the things she read, there was an awful lot of fucking going on around her not only among the teenagers. There was wife swapping and beautiful orgies where everyone fucked and sucked everyone else, too.

In her nervous anticipation, Ann made her household work drag out. It was one in the afternoon when she found she had finished everything. She no longer had an excuse, and finally entered the living room where Misty sat with her brothers. She immediately felt them staring at her and since they knew all about her watching them fuck, and licking Misty's cunt, her face became pink.

Sitting down in the overstuffed armchair, she tried to concentrate on a magazine. But she kept looking up at her children.

Misty sat between her brothers on the couch, and they began feeling each other. Eric and Marty took turns kissing their sister, and Ann knew they made sure she could see their tongues move in and out of each other's mouth. Both the boys soon had two beautiful bulges in the front of their pants, their cocks hard.

Seeing the outlines of her sons' cocks turned Ann on and her cunt began to pulsate with a fiery heat, her clit swelling against the crotch of her flimsy panties. Her nipples hardened.

Eric slipped his hand along his sister's thigh as Marty stroked on her wicked little tongue. Ann watched over the top of her magazine, seeing her daughter's dress move up until most of the girl's creamy thighs were revealed. Eric began moving his hand along his sister's thigh.

Misty cooed and spread her knees. Marty began to fondle one of her small, firm tits, and Ann saw up her daughter's dress. Misty was not wearing panties, and her hairless cunt could be seen.

Eric slipped his fingers up his sister's inner thigh and probed at the sweet lips of her pussy. Misty mewled and scooted her ass to the edge of the couch.

When Ann saw her son slip his finger into Misty's cunt, her own pussy seemed to burst into flames.

Eric finger fucked Misty, and Marty began opening her dress, revealing her cute, small, hard tits. He leaned down and began sucking on her tits and she giggled, leaning back and writhing her ass on Eric's finger. Her eyes smoldered with pleasure.

"Mmmmm," Misty murmured excitedly. "This is making me so hot! Oooo, feel me up, Eric! Marty, suck my tits! Ahhh, fuck my cunt with your finger, Eric!"

Ann listened and watched, her face pink. But her erotic feelings were strong within her. Her cunt was burning and twitching inside her panties, the crotch now almost soaked by her hotly seeping cunt juices. The magazine was now in her lap, forgotten, and she watched while her daughter was finger fucked.

Misty moved her hands to the front of Eric's and Marty's pants, cupping their bulging cocks and squeezing them. She kept her hot eyes on her mother, twisting her crotch against Eric's plunging finger.

"I wanna get your cocks out." Misty whispered in a thick voice. "I wanna got my hands on both your cocks!"

The two boys took time to open their pants, and with a look at their mother, pulled them out. Ann stared at her sons' cocks. Although she had seen them when they fucked Misty, she was seeing them differently now. They were beautiful cocks – swollen into lovely hardness, with smooth heads and dripping piss-holes. A soft moan bubbled from her as she watched Misty grip them both in her hot little hands and pump up and down, squeezing them tightly.

"Ohhh, so hard!" Misty whimpered, jacking on both cocks. "Golly, your cocks are so hard! Fuck my cunt, Eric! Fuck my hot cunt with your finger! Oooo, I love your hard cocks!"

Ann's ass writhed against the chair, her eyes blazing with desire. The sensation in her pussy was overwhelming.

"I wanna get fucked!" Misty yelped. "One of you guys has gotta fuck me!"

With a glance at their mother, the two boys stood up and slipped their pants down. Eric removed his completely, but Marty shoved his to his feet only. Both boys wore shirts, and somehow this made it more erotic to Ann. She stared at her two sons' cocks and balls. They were equally beautiful to her, and the palms of her hands itched to get hold of them.