Kathy Andrews: A mother_s love

"Ooo, cock!" whimpered Janice, her eyes closed. "Cock and cunt! Hard, big cock and wet, hot cunt!"

She was in the park a few blocks from her home, concealed in dense shrubbery, her long legs spread around the trunk of a tree. She was pressing her tender little pussy against the rough bark, embracing it as if it were her lover.

Images of enormous hard cocks with hairy balls dangling below them floated in her mind. There were no bodies attached – just the cock and balls. Her cunt boiled with erotic hunger, soaking the crotch of her panties. Her tight jeans pressed against her tingling clit as she pressed hard into the tree.

"Oooo, golly, I want a hard cock!" she whispered to the tree. "I want a big, hard cock up my little cunt! I want to feel a hard cock fucking me! Ooo, I want a fuck so damn badly!"

Janice was very young, with an achingly sweet face. She had huge sky-blue eyes that looked at the world with fresh excitement, yet which had a smoldering quality in them. Her nose was small and straight, her mouth quite large with full, moist lips. She had a habit of licking her lips frequently – especially if she was in conversation with a boy or man. She also had difficulty keeping her eyes from the front of their pants. She loved to see a boy or man in tight pants – so tight she could see the outline of his cock.

Her dark blonde hair was usually pulled back into tight pigtails, making her look even younger than she was. Her neck was slender and her shoulders feminine. Her tits were small, but exquisitely formed. Her tits were firm to the touch, with spongy, creamy flesh and succulent pink nipples. Her waist was small, but her hips were rounding already. Janice had a tight, cute, wiggly little ass that made people drool when they looked at it. The cheeks of her ass swelled out in delightful curves, and her legs were long and smooth. She seemed, in fact, to be all legs.

Janice's cunt was also small, very tight, and always boiling with need. Her cunt lips were chubby, but not fat, and they were very sensitive. Her clit was a bit longer than most young girls' and the tight curls of hair on her cunt were much darker than the hair on her head. This was a source of amazement to her. She didn't understand why her cunt hair was different in color and so much sparser. Blonde fuzz now curled outward from the lips of her pussy, but somehow she knew that as she became older, she would have a very thick thatch of dark cunt hair.

Rubbing her pussy against the tree, she could feel a nice orgasm growing in the pit of her stomach. The sensation was one she loved more than anything else. Coming was fantastic – coming was great – coming was what it was all about!

Janice knew what it felt like to be fucked. She had been fucked three times already, and wanted more cock. The problem was that although she was beautiful, most boys and men wanted to protect her, hold her and cuddle her, but not fuck her. She looked too sweet and innocent to fuck.

No one realized that she was so horny, she could hardly keep her hands off her body, her fingers out of her steamy, little cunt.

No one, that is, except the person who was now watching the delightful little girl as she rubbed her cunt against the tree.

Susan had been sitting on the bench in the park when she saw Janice walking slowly on the path. The little girl had not seen her, so preoccupied had she been with finding herself a concealed place to rub her pussy. Susan had been attracted immediately to the little girl attracted in away she had never been toward a girl in her life. Seeing the girl's tight little tits straining at her thin blouse, the close fit of the jeans on her, exposing the outline of her pussy and her adorable little ass, had caused a reaction in Susan that both surprised and delighted her.

Something about Janice drew Susan, and she watched the girl with interest. Susan was not really surprised to find a growing tingle in her pussy as she looked at Janice. Being of an erotic nature, she was very familiar with her own desires. Unlike Janice, Susan had many opportunities to fuck, and she did.

Somehow, Susan could tell that this was an erotic little female. She watched Janice as she entered the shrubbery, and knew right away what the girl had in mind. She followed quietly and peered through the shrubs as the youngster began to rub her cunt against the tree. Her dark eyes sparkled with pleasure as she watched, her thrusting, round tits moving up and down as she breathed with excitement. She felt an almost overpowering desire to go to the girl, pet and fondle her – feel her hot little cunt and her sweet, small tits.

As she watched, her own pussy became very hot and moist, her legs weak. She wanted to kneel down because her legs felt so wobbly, but she was wearing a dress and was afraid to snag her nylons. She could hear the girl whispering the words, see the way she hugged the tree, grinding her cunt against it.

"Oooo, golly, golly," Janice whimpered. "I want a cock up my cunt! I want to get fucked! My pussy is so fucking hot for a hard cock!"

Janice was hot, very hot.

Oddly, Susan thought immediately about her son, Stevie. He was the same age as this sweet little girl, and Susan felt excited as a picture formed in her mind of her son thrusting his cock into this hot little girl's cunt. That made her pussy burn even more, and she could not resist shoving a hand under her skirt and cupping her own pussy and squeezing her juicy cunt-lips.

Janice was close to coming, and Susan, without actually realizing it, had stepped from the bushes and stood next to her, looking down at her with huge, smoldering eyes. Janice was so absorbed in the marvelous sensations in her cunt, she failed to notice anyone with her. She began to grind her cunt faster against the tree, soft moans of ecstasy bubbling from her throat. Susan was breathing harder as she watched the little girl make herself come off, and only when the throbbing convulsions ended, did Janice feel the presence of another. She opened her eyes and turned her head in shock, staring up at the lovely woman.

"Oh! I didn't know anyone…"

"Shhh," Janice said, squatting on her heels and caressing the girl's trembling back. "It's all right, honey."

Somehow Janice didn't feel afraid or ashamed. She looked into the face of this woman and saw someone with the same feelings. She stopped trembling, still wrapped about the tree. Her gaze rested on the woman's thrusting tits, then traveled downward. She found herself staring at what was usually hidden underneath Susan's dress. She saw the nylons, with creamy smooth flesh bulging over the tops, and then she thrilled when she saw the dark curls of the woman's cunt. The realization that the woman wore no panties turned her erotic emotions on once again. She had wanted to go without her panties when wearing dresses, considering it wonderfully naughty, but had not had the nerve to do it yet.

"You watched me," Janice said in a soft voice. "You've been peeking at me." It was not an accusation, but a simple statement.

"Yes, honey," Susan replied softly. "I watched you jack off, and I loved it! It was so beautiful!"

Susan's hand moved up and down the girl's back, and she touched briefly at Janice's sweet ass. Then her hand moved up again – only now she closed her fingers over one of Janice's small springy tits. It was not Janice that gasped in surprise; it was Susan. She had never felt any other tit in her life except her own, and she was surprised at her sudden, unexpected boldness. Janice was not at all surprised; she was delighted at having her tit touched. She leaned back, bracing herself with her hands. Still gazing under Susan's skirt.

Susan slipped a hand into Janice's thin blouse, cupping and caressing her spongy little tit. She was pleased that Janice was not wearing a bra, and the girl's succulent nipple was very hard against her palm. She opened Janice's blouse, looking around nervously to make sure they weren't seen.