Kathy Andrews - More, Mom, more

Looking at her daughter, she wondered if Karen had done the same thing with another girl, or perhaps one of the young boys who seemed to be hanging around their home the past few months. Some of the boys were friends of Billy, but Susan knew most were there because of their interest in Karen.

Karen finished her lunch. She wiped milk from her mouth and grinned. "It's going to beanother hot day, mother," she said, looking at the clock above the sink. "And it isn't even noon yet."

"I like hot days," Susan said.

"You're dressed for it." Karen told her mother, looking at the tight shorts and skimpy halter. "In fact, you're hardly dressed at all."

Susan smiled. "Neither are you, baby."

Karen was wearing a pair of extremely tight shorts, her cute, round ass outlined, with an inch or so other sweet ass cheeks exposed. The crotch was so tight the little cunt lips puffed out deliciously. "And I don't think you have any panties on under those tight shorts."

"I don't see any on you, either," Karen shot back, an impish grin on her face, her eyes sparkling. "I don't think you ever wear panties, mother."

"So you noticed, did you?"

"I notice more than you think."

For just a second Susan thought Karen knew about her and Billy, but her daughter's eyes did not show it. Then a new thought came to her; she didn't really give a damn if Karen did know. In fact, it was kind of exciting to think perhaps Karen did know.

As Karen started out the sliding doors to the back yard, she looked over her shoulder at her mother, that impish, somehow-knowing grin was flashed. Then, with a twist of her sweetlittle ass, she went out.

The gesture was inviting, Susan thought.Her daughter didn't look like a sexy kid playing games, teasing, but it was exciting as hell to Susan. There was a powerful, delicious twitch in her cunt, strong enough to make her shiver. She hugged herself tightly.

The front door banged and she turned to see Billy entering the kitchen. "Hi, Mom," he said happily. "Can I have something to eat?"

Susan reached for her son, pulling him close, his face against her arching tits. "You can have any damned thing you want, baby," she teased, grinding her cunt against his stomach. "Anything at all."

She felt his hands clutching at the twin cheeks of her ass, and she mewled with pleasure. The shorts Susan wore buttoned up the side all the way to her waist. She unbuttoned them to her hip, pressing her naked thigh hard against him. She glanced out the window and saw her daughter sitting on the lawn, reading.

Fumbling with the zipper of her son's pants, she opened his fly. Reaching inside, she took his hard cock and pulled it out.

"Oh, baby!" she whimpered, tightening her fist about Billy's prick. "You're so hard, so fucking hard!"

Billy began to nibble at one of her rigid nipplesthrough her halter, soaking the thin fabric. With her other hand, she held the back of his head tightly, forcing her nipple into his mouth, sighing in pleasure. She pumped on his cock slowly, thrilled to have it throbbing against her fingers. She pressed her naked thigh to him, feeling the moisture smearing, burning against her flesh.

"Hold my ass, Billy!" she gurgled, writhing her ass cheeks into his clutching hands. "Oh, it feels so good to have your hands on my ass! Feel my ass, baby! Play with mother's ass!"

Susan gurgled in delight as she rubbed the head of her son's dripping cock about her thigh, moving it along the smooth, inner surface where she was most sensitive. Then she discovered she could bring the head of his swollen cock to the lips of her hairy cunt in this standing position.

"Baby, we can fuck this way!" she gurgled softly to him. "And that's what I'm going to do…fuck you! I'm going to fuck you right here, in the kitchen!"

She spread her knees, bending them slightly so she was in a partial squat. She pulled her son's cock between her thighs, then leaned against the sink with her pussy arched forward.

"Put it in, baby! Hurry and put your cock up my cunt!" she urged in a thick voice."Stick that lovely hard cock up mother's hot, hairy cunt!"

Billy held his mother's ass in one hand and used his other to grip his cock. He looked down with burning eyes as he fitted his prick between those wet, hot cunt lips of his mother. Susan shoved her pussy down a little more, and her son's cock slipped fully into her.

"Oooo, baby, baby!" Susan squealed, her cunt clenching at his hard prick. "It's in me! Your cock is in mother's cunt… again! Fuck me, baby! Oh, fuck me!"

Billy held his mother's hips as she began to pump up and down, her pussy riding his prick slowly. She twisted and bumped back and forth, doing a lewd, delicious dance on her son's throbbing cock. She threw her head back, eyes closed and an expression of ecstasy on her face.

"Golly, Mom!" Billy croaked. "That's good! Oh, you're really hot in there! You're so wet and hot! I love this, Mom."

"God, I do too, darling! Fuck it for me, baby! Fuck mother's hot cunt for her! Fuck it good! Make mother's hairy pussy come! Ooooooo! ahhhh, honey, baby, darling…fuck the shit out of mother's hairy cunt!"

Billy watched between them, his eyes wide, filled with pleasure, seeing his mother's hairypussy sliding on his slippery, glistening cock. He began to pant and puff hard, his body shaking. "Mom, oh Mom! It feels so good!"

"Does it feel fucking good, Billy?" she gurgled in her passion-filled voice. "Does it feel fucking good?"

"Yes!" he grunted.

"Tell me!" she demanded, her own voice thick, her cunt sliding faster and faster on his cock. "Tell me it feels fucking good!"

"Yes!" he panted. "It feels fu.. fucking good!"

"Ooooo, yes!" Susan wiggled against him, grinding her curly cunt hair against the base of his cock. "Fucking good! So fucking good!"

They breathed loudly, moist sounds coming from their bodies as she slapped her pussy against his cock. Susan felt her stomach quivering, felt the roaring sensation rumbling inside her body, whirling toward her cunt. Her clitoris became so hard it was almost painful to her, yet so tingly with pleasure it was driving her out of her mind.

Susan yelped as her cunt convulsed about her son's cock. "Ohhhh, Billy, Billy! I'm coming! Oh, your hard cock is making me come! Feel my pussy, darling! Can you feet mother's cunt coming!"

Billy grunted a reply, unable to speak. His cock was lurching about inside his mother'scunt powerfully, his balls drawing up tight.

"I gotta come, Mom!" he yelped. "I just gotta come!"

"Do it!" she urged in a thick, excited voice. "Come in my cunt! Come in my pussy! Fill mother's hot cunt with your sweet come juice!"

She reached down and grabbed his hips, pulling his cock as deep into her cunt as she could, holding him there. When she felt her son spurt come juice into her, felt it splashing the walls of her spasming pussy, Susan gave a wail of sheer ecstasy. She came a second time, her legs trembling so much she felt she would fall to the floor.

Billy clung to his mother's hips weakly as she leaned against the sink, his eyes closed, panting. Susan leaned to him, kissing his lips warmly, tracing them with the tip of her tongue. "That was fantastic, darling, just beautiful."

The sound of the sliding glass doors in the dining room startled her. Susan quickly pulled her pussy from her son's cock, stuffed it into his pants and pulled her shorts closed. By the time Karen entered the kitchen, both she and Billy were proper, although each still breathed a little fast. Susan's face was flushed with the glow of her come, and both she and Billy had shining eyes.

Karen looked at them, her eyes questioning. Susan kept her expression clear, hoping it wouldn't show. Billy had a flush on his face, and glanced at his sister from the corners of his eyes. When he glanced at his mother, neither of them could hold back the wicked grin.