Kathy Andrews: A mother_s love

Susan sat on the seat of the car, her feet on the ground. Janice came to her, and she pulled the girl between her knees and held her tight ass in her hands, looking at her sweet face. When Janice leaned down and kissed her lips, she returned it.

"I don't even know your name," she murmured. "I'm Susan Morris."

Janice looked at her dark eyes for a moment, then said shyly: "I'm Janice Henderson. I wish you were my mother."

It was a strange thing to say, and Susan asked her about it.

"I don't have a mother," Janice said. "I live with my father. I don't even remember my mother."

Susan felt pity for the girl, but she also felt something else. She wanted to mother the girl, but she wanted more than that; she wanted her sexually, too. She pulled Janice to her.

"I wish I was your mother, too, darling," she whispered, nuzzling the girl's small tits.

"We could play with each other's cunt all the time, then," Janice said with a giggle.

Susan pulled away and looked into those smoldering blue eyes. "I have a son your age. Would you like to meet him?"

"When? Could I meet him now! Oh, I'd love to know your son!"

"When do you have to be home?" Susan asked.

"When I feel like it," Janice said, and Susan caught the note of sadness. "My father never cares when I come home."

Making up her mind suddenly, Susan said: "I think Stevie is home now."

"Let's go!" Janice said, scrambling into her tight jeans. "I think I'll like him. I know he'd like me!"

"Oh?" Susan raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think so?"

A blush crept over Janice's face. "You know."

Susan laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Yes, I think I know just what you mean. But I'm not sure my son has ever had a girlfriend before. I've never seen him with a girl, anyway."

"Could I be his girlfriend?"

"That's up to you and him, baby," Susan said as she steered the car back onto the road. "But you know, I have a hunch you won't have any problem."

Susan put her hand on Janice's thigh, close to her pussy. Janice giggled again – that naughty sound that was so becoming. Then she surprised Susan. She slipped a small, hot hand underneath her skirt and felt the creamy flesh above her nylons.

Susan had been divorced for over five years and had been trying to raise her son, Stevie, as best she could. They used to talk a great deal, and he had always brought his problems to her. But the past year or so he had become withdrawn, seldom talking to her. Susan did not understand this since they had been so close before. Then she discovered that her son was jacking off.

She realized that he was of the age when boys became interested in girls, but were too shy to approach them. He was deeply interested in sex – of that she had no doubt. She had found his magazines of naked girls, and instead of being upset about them, she found it was pleasurable to know Stevie was jacking off. She found herself looking at him in a sexual way, wondering about his cock and balls. Oddly enough, she felt no shame or guilt about this.

When she had been his age, she, too, had played a great deal with her cunt, finger-fucking and dreaming of boys and men. At a very early age, she had fucked every boy that showed an interest in her. She became aggressive towards those who were too shy to make a pass. Then, as she grew into her late teens and became more beautiful than ever, she found men. They were a delight to her, and when she married her husband, he had been awed and amazed at her intense sexual interest. But he had become jealous and possessive, and that had eventually brought about the divorce. Susan had not been unfaithful to him, but he wouldn't believe it.

Since the divorce, Susan had found many partners to fuck with, yet there always seemed to be something lacking in each. It was only within the past year that she had begun to understand why. She had not been interested in relationships with men – only with their cocks. She found that without love for the men, her sex was not as pleasurable. She enjoyed fucking, of course, but without the element of love, the fucking was no good.

Although she had not been startled to discover that Stevie was jacking off, she had been shocked to find her love for him a bit more than motherly. She had begun to daydream of Stevie fucking some young, pretty girl as she finger-fucked herself. She never dreamed of him fucking her – only that she was nearby, watching him thrust his cock in and out of some tight young cunt. With such an image in her mind, she would experience explosive orgasms that almost doubled her up when she came. She began to see him, in her mind, jacking off furiously, his jism spurting powerfully from his piss hole. A few times, she even attempted to peek at him, but so far had been unsuccessful.

Now, driving home with this sweet little girl pressed against her, she wasn't sure what she had in mind, except that she wanted to see them fuck. How that would come about, she had no idea, yet she felt it would happen. At least they would fuck, she was sure. Whether she would be able to watch them fucking was something else. She knew Janice would not mind, but how Stevie would react was something else.

Stevie was in the yard when she pulled up next to the garage. He looked at his mother, then at the blonde girl next to her. He leaned into the car before they could get out, looking at Janice.

"Stevie, this is Janice," Susan said. "She wanted to meet you."

Janice looked at the boy shyly, a faint flush on her pretty face. "Hello, Stevie," she said softly.

"Hi," he replied, then moved aside as his mother got out of the car.

Susan watched her son closely, seeing if she could detect an interest. She was pleased when his gaze went up and down Janice's lovely body, lingering on her tight jeans. She glanced at the front of his pants, hoping to see his cock swelling. But he had turned away and walked into the house.

They followed, with Janice holding tightly to Susan's hand. Inside the house, Susan realized her son had not left them out of embarrassment or dislike for Janice, but to get the girl a frosty soft drink.

"You two get acquainted," she said. "I'm going to change my clothes."

In her bedroom, Susan undressed and put on a pair of shorts and a skimpy halter. The shorts were a pair that she seldom wore, and then only when her son was gone. They were white and hung low on her hips. At each hip, there were criss-crossed straps, exposing a good two inches of flesh. They were not designed to be worn without panties and she left her panties off. When she looked in the mirror at herself, she saw her dark cunt hair curling from the high, tight legs of the shorts. With a wicked giggle, she went back to the living room, where she found Janice and her son holding a conversation. They seemed to have taken to one another immediately.

When Stevie saw his mother in the shorts, his eyes went wide. Susan knew he was looking at her curling pussy hair, and she arched her hips out a bit, in a not-so-subtle way to let him know she didn't mind. As he stared at his mother, Janice slipped her hand into his.

Stevie looked at Janice, his eyes showing puzzlement. Then he looked back at his mother again. Susan smiled at her son, then turned around. The two kids gazed at her tightly encased ass, seeing the arousing curves of her round ass cheeks provocatively exposed under the highs tight legs of her shorts.

Stevie was not certain what was happening; he had never seen his mother this way before. But his cock was getting hard. He looked at his mother and felt Janice squeezing his hand. Janice seemed to be glowing, her eyes misty with sexual desire.

Some music was playing on the stereo, and Susan writhed the cheeks of her ass and ground her hips to its rhythm, knowing her son and Janice were watching. She glanced over her shoulder at Stevie, seeing if he was ashamed, or if there was interest in his eyes. She saw interest, and a peek at the front of his pants was all it took to show her his cock was very hard.