Kathy Andrews - A mother_s love

"Fuck her, Stevie!" she whispered. "Oh, God, fuck her sweet little cunt! Ooo, fuck that pretty pussy, Stevie! Come in her tight, hot cunt!"

Susan slumped in the tub, exhausted by the many orgasms she had induced with her fingers and the water. Although tired, her mind was racing with erotic ideas. As she stepped out and began to dry her tall, slender body, the door opened further, and Janice slipped in.

The girl was still naked, and the expression on her sweet, innocent-looking face expressed the pleasure she had just experienced.

"He fucked me!" Janice said. "Your son fucked me, Susan!"

Susan dropped the towel, giving the little girl a huge smile. "I hoped he would," she said. "I listened and got so hot, I want to lick your cunt again, baby."

Eagerly, Janice sat on the toilet, spreading her slim legs wide. Susan dropped to her knees at caressed her smooth thighs. She saw her son's jism glistening on the girl's smooth cunt-lips, and she licked at the girl's pussy hungrily.

"He came in your pussy, didn't he?"

"Ooo, yes!" Janice squealed, rubbing at her small tits. "He shot his wad in my cunt!"

Quickly Susan shoved her mouth to Janice's cunt and kissed it. She tasted her son's jism there, and with her mind reeling, she shoved her tongue into the wet fuck-hole and began to tongue-fuck the girl furiously, lapping and licking at her son's fuck cream. She shot her tongue deeply into the teenager's tight cunt, holding her about the hips.

Susan was pleased when she felt Janice reaching down to play with her large, spongy tits. She loved the way the girl pulled and twisted her sensitive nipples, and her lips and tongue sucked and licked her cunt even more furiously.

"I think I'll come again!" Janice whimpered, arching her cunt against Susan's sucking mouth. "Ooo, I love to come! Oh, your tongue feels like Stevie's cock in my pussy!"

Susan's heart beat faster when she heard the girl talk about Stevie to her. Her tongue fluttered deep into Janice's cunt, her lips closing tightly about her pussy. She felt the youngster's cunt gripping her tongue again, and then the convulsions started.

When Susan pulled her face from Janice's, sweet crotch, it was smeared with cunt juice for the second time that day. The young girl leaned down and ran her tongue over Susan's sweet lips then said excitedly: "I want to visit here every day."

Susan stood up, and Janice looked at the beauty of her naked body. She was thrilled with her thick mass of cunt hair, and she reached out and played with it. She grasped the woman's cunt and worked a finger into her fuck-hole.

Susan wiggled her ass and shoved her pussy forward. She was coming again. Janice worked her finger in and out of the woman's pussy until she came, and then she looked up with gleaming eyes.

"I like your cunt, Susan," she said. "Your cunt is so hairy and wet! Maybe you'll let me kiss your pussy when I come see you tomorrow."

It was a strange request, Susan thought especially since she had been kissing and licking the girl's cute pussy most of the day. And her son had just fucked her little cunt.

"I'll drive you home," she said, getting back into her halter and shorts. "Do you live far from here?"

"Only a few blocks," Janice said, and walked from the bathroom, pretty little ass jiggling.

When Susan entered the living room, her son was fully dressed, as was Janice. She was eased at the expression on Stevie's face. He seemed afraid to look at his mother, and he was blushing.

"I'm going to drive Janice home," she said to him. Then she did something she had not done in over a year. She leaned down and kissed him on his mouth. "Don't go anywhere, darling; I'll be back in a jiffy."

Susan was amused at herself.

She had left the house wearing her revealing shorts for the first time since buying them. Somehow, it no longer mattered – it even excited her. It was still early – slightly before six in the evening. The sun was still high and would not set for almost two hours.

Janice scooted close to Susan, placing a warm hand on her thigh, her fingers teasing about the tight crotch of her shorts. Susan felt a constant tingling between her legs, her pussy pulsating hotly. Now and then, she would caress Janice and the lovely young girl would kiss her bare arm and shoulder. Susan noticed she didn't look very happy about being taken home.

"I'd rather stay with you," Janice said. "Daddy is usually gone, and I get so lonely by myself."

"I'm sure he loves you, baby," Susan said. "Maybe he just doesn't realize. Perhaps he is wrapped up in problems of his own."

Susan had a mental picture of a man ignoring his young daughter, pursuing his own interests, letting her raise herself. She thought maybe Janice's father was involved with a woman – or women – and neglected Janice. Surely, if he cared for the girl, he would try to spend more time with her.

But none of this was any of her business. Just before she pulled up to Janice's house, she told the girl she could come visit say time she wanted. "I don't have a job, Janice," she said, "and I'm home most of the time."

"Would Stevie be there?" Janice asked.

"I'm sure he would… now."

Janice giggled wickedly. "It sure didn't take long to make him fuck me!"

Susan laughed with her. "I knew my son was horny."

Susan stopped at the curb, and Janice pointed to the car in the drive. "Daddy's home," she said, her voice lifting a bit with pleasure. "Come meet him. Please!"

"Like this?" Susan asked, meaning her shorts. "I'd be embarrassed."

"He'd like you," Janice pleaded. "Daddy likes pretty girls, and you're the prettiest I've ever seen. Please, come meet him, Susan."

Reluctantly, Susan climbed from the car and followed Janice's sweet ass up the walk. Again, she was reminded of how pretty her ass was. The girl's jeans were very tight, and her succulent ass cheeks jiggled as she walked. Susan felt a strong desire to touch the girl's ass – her hands itched for it. There was a burning twitch in and around her cunt as they entered the house.

"Daddy?" Janice called. "Daddy, come meet my friend."

Susan saw a tall, attractive man come from the back of the house. She felt an immediate attraction to him, and as usual, she glanced at the front of his pants. He didn't look like a man who chased cunt, she thought, but then what did a man who chased pussy look like?

"Daddy, this is Susan Morris," Janice said, taking her father's hand in hers. Susan saw the affection the little girl had for the man. "Susan, my daddy, Frank."

"Hello, Susan," Frank said, his eyes appraising her openly and unashamedly.

Susan held her hand out, feeling a flush creep over her cheeks. She was startled when he took her hand. She started to pull her hand away, but found he held it, his eyes now looking deeply into hers. Susan found that her already-twitching cunt had begun to ripple until she thought she would come, just holding his hand.

"I hope this little minx didn't give you any trouble," Frank said, his voice caressing her.

"Oh, no," Susan said, trying to keep the quiver from her voice. "No trouble. Janice is a delightful child, Mr. Henderson."

"Frank, please. Would you care for a cup of coffee?" he asked. "Or perhaps you'd like a drink?"

"Coffee, please," she heard herself replying. "I don't drink – not really."

She looped her arm through his as he led her into a nicely furnished living room. She sat on a very comfortable couch, trying to keep her knees tightly together.

"Janice, would you be a sweetheart and make us some coffee, please?"

Frank said this without taking his eyes from Susan. Susan didn't feel nervous, exactly. What she felt was an intense desire and this confused her. She had never felt like this meeting a man for the first time – not this strong, at least.