Kathy Andrews - Mom gets it on

In her mind, Sandy was screaming at the girl to shut the fuck up! She wanted to scream her pleasure, to scream for the boys to fuck her raw, fuck her cunt until she had to walk straddle-legged.

The boy came in her pussy, and the fourth, and last, boy settled upon her, his cock driving into her cunt swiftly. She could hear him pant against her ear as he fucked away, and her cunt continued to flex in orgasm. She was becoming very weak from so many orgasms, but she wanted more and more cock. Her naked ass was moving, writhing and twisting of its own accord. Her cunt gripped and sucked on the thrusting cock. There was nothing she could do about her reaction.

"Oh, shit!" the boy fucking her groaned. "Shit, shit, shit! I'm coming… too fucking fast!"

She felt his cock squirting into her cunt, and she could not suppress a wail of delight. Her body shook and her naked, jutting tits jiggled. By the time the boy finished coming, Sandy was so weak and exhausted that she closed her eyes and breathed raggedly, her arms hanging down limply, her legs wide apart. Thick come juice dripped from her hairy, throbbing cunt, and she was happy when the waves of orgasm receded.

When she opened her eyes, she thought for a moment they had left her, that she was alone.

"Lie still," she heard Lori say. Then she felt a wet cloth between her thighs. "Let me clean you up. They didn't hurt you, did they?"

"No," Sandy said in a tired-sounding voice. "No, they didn't hurt me."

She struggled to sit up, and Lori removed the wet cloth from her cunt. Sandy looked at the girl. Lori had put her clothes on, a pair of faded jeans and a sweater. The clothing did nothing to conceal her ripe body. In fact, the jeans were quite tight, and the sweater indicated Lori's nipples.

"Can you walk?" Lori asked. "Let me help you get dressed."

"I'm all right," Sandy said. She took the shorts Lori handed her and pulled them on. Then she replaced her bra and buttoned her blouse. "I guess… I guess I shouldn't have come in here."

"Will you be able to get home okay?" Lori asked, concern in her voice. "I mean, I'll help you if you'd like."

Sandy realized she was being handed the answer to her problem. If she could get Lori in her house, if she could get Lori to fuck her husband and son, it would be just what she wanted.

Pretending weakness, she leaned against the teenage girl. "Perhaps I am a bit weak," she said. "I appreciate your concern."

"You're Mrs. Henderson, aren't you?" Lori asked as she placed her arm about Sandy's waist. "Aren't you Joey's mother?"

"Yes," Sandy said. "Do you know my son?"

"Of course," Lori said. "He's a sweet boy."

"Has he… I mean, have you…" Sandy started to ask, trying to pretend apprehension.

"You mean… back there?" Lori asked. "No, Mrs. Henderson. I should explain that. You see…"

"No, not yet," Sandy said. "Help me home and we can have something cold to drink. You don't have to explain anything to me."

"But…" Lori didn't understand. "You won't tell anyone about this, will you? I mean, since they didn't really hurt you?"

"It was rape, Lori," Sandy said.

"I know, but, please," Lori begged. "I'd get into a lot of trouble if anyone knew about that. Not for rape, but me, doing it with those boys."

"We'll talk about it," Sandy said. "Please help me home and we'll talk about it."

As Sandy drove home with Lori next to her, she smiled to herself. She could sense the teenage girl's apprehension, and whatever it was that she feared about exposure could possibly work to Sandy's advantage.

They were alone in the house. Rob was still at work, of course. Sandy had no idea where her son had run off to.

Sandy kept up her pretense of weakness, letting Lori help her into the master bedroom. She undressed while the teenage girl entered the bathroom. By the time Lori had returned, Sandy was under the sheets naked. When Lori came into the bedroom, she was carrying moist towels.

"I've got to help clean you up better," Lori said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Sandy did not protest or try to stop the girl as Lori pulled the sheet from her body. She lay still, watching the girl.

Sandy was not hurt at all. She shivered somewhat as she recalled the boys gang-banging her. Lori apparently took it as revulsion, but inside Sandy felt good, very alive. She had loved those four cocks fucking into her hard and fast. She had come so much she thought she would never stop coming. She felt slightly weak, but only from the pleasure she had felt, nothing else. If Lori wanted to think she had been disgusted by the experience and wanted to try and help her, so much the better.

Lori began to run a towel, warm and damp, about her thighs. "I don't see any injuries, Mrs. Henderson. There are no bruises or scratches that I can see."

"I think I'm all right, Lori," Sandy said. "But that towel feels good, very soothing."

"Open your legs," Lori said, her voice strange and a little husky.

Sandy spread her legs wider than necessary. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to bring tears. But she could not do it. She watched Lori from slitted eyes. She did not miss the gleam of interest in Lori's eyes, nor did she miss Lori's pink tongue lick over the full bottom lip. It made Sandy wonder about Lori.

Lori twisted on the bed so that she was sitting cross-legged at Sandy's hip. She gazed down at Sandy's slender thighs, her gaze moving up between them. When the teenage girl's gaze stopped between her thighs, Sandy thought she could feel the actual heat of her stare. Lori seemed to be very interested in her cunt.

Lori was indeed interested in Sandy's cunt. She had one hand on Sandy's thigh, halfway up, and she looked between them, almost mesmerized. She took in the long, curling hairs, the thickness of Sandy's bush. Lori saw the dark hair framing the pink, puffy lips of Sandy's pussy, the way her cunt seemed to disappear into the crack of Sandy's ass.

Lori continued to run the towel up and down Sandy's thigh, going over and over the same place, her gaze never moving from Sandy's cunt. Sandy began to understand what Lori was feeling. She saw Lori's emotions in her blue eyes. She almost laughed out loud when she realized it. So, she thought, the little sexpot that had all the boys and men drooling with hard ons is a little cunt licker! Sandy's naked body trembled in her effort to choke back her laughter, and, again, Lori mistook her feelings.

"You're still frightened, Mrs. Henderson," she said. "You don't have anything to fear. Please don't worry about it. You aren't hurt, and they won't bother you again."

"Why, Lori?" Sandy asked.

"What do you mean, Mrs. Henderson?"

"Those boys," Sandy said. "Why were you letting them take turns fucking you?"

"I had to," Lori said, working her hand up toward Sandy's pussy. "I didn't have much choice."

"Why? Surely you could have stopped them." Lori looked into Sandy's eyes. "Could I, Mrs. Henderson? Could you have stopped what they did to you?"

"But I saw you, Lori," Sandy said. "I watched you with them. You didn't act as if you were being raped. In fact, I had the distinct impression you were loving every minute of it."

Lori lowered her eyes shyly. "Are you going to say anything about it, Mrs. Henderson? Are you going to report it?"

"I don't know. I've got to think about it."

"Please don't say anything!" Lori begged, her eyes again gazing into Sandy's dark eyes. "I could get into a lot of trouble. Please, don't tell on us!"

"But what trouble could you possibly get into, Lori? It was those boys who were in the wrong, not you."

"I… can't tell you," Lori said, again dropping her eyes. There was a faint flush on her pretty cheeks.

Sandy thought for a moment, then said. "Lori, I'll make a bargain with you. Tell me what kind of trouble you would get into, and I'll not say anything about it. Okay?"