Kathy Andrews - Meet my hot mom

Bobby elected not to go, and she and Kathy drove to the shopping center. There, she had Kathy try on skirts and dresses, but when Kathy wanted jeans, Donna refused.

"You should look like a girl, Kathy," she said. "You look very lovely in those dresses. Now, underwear."

Donna allowed Kathy to select panties, and they bought a dozen, but Kathy outright refused bras. Donna wasn't bothered much by her refusal. After they loaded their purchases into the car, they shopped for various toilet articles, and, as Donna moved about rows, she was acutely conscious of the girl's hand brushing her hip more than was necessary. Kathy stood close to her, pressing against her as they selected what they wanted to buy. Donna could not understand the constant pulsation of her cunt, the wetness that soaked into the crotch of her panties, or the almost painful swell of her cunt.

It had been a long time since Donna had enjoyed a fuck, but not because she was a cold woman. On the contrary, she was more erotically minded than many women. She just did not like the hassle of meeting men, fending them off with their one-night-stand desires. Donna wanted to fuck, but she wanted a man on a permanent basis, not fucking in some sleazy motel room with someone different every time.

Back in the car, with Kathy wearing one of her new dresses, Donna sat for a while before starting the engine. There was a familiar weakness in her body, and she knew what it was. It was a burning, almost desperate need between her thighs. Somehow, Kathy had sparked the heat within her cunt. She looked at Kathy, who sat quietly against the door. Kathy's skirt was hiked almost to her lap, and those long thighs were exposed, teasing Donna, almost calling out to be touched and caressed. Kathy gazed steadily into Donna's eyes, the heat literally steaming from the blue depths.

"Thank you, Donna," Kathy whispered, "for buying me these clothes."

"You're welcome, honey," Donna said, and she gave in to the impulse to run her fingers through the dark-blonde hair. "Pretty girls need pretty dresses."

Then she closed her arm about Kathy's shoulder, pulling her against her body. Kathy mewled with pleasure as she pressed against Donna, and then Donna's breathing stilled. Kathy's small hand had brushed over one of her tits. At first Donna thought it was accidental, but then the hand moved across her tit again, this time with more pressure on the nipple.

Donna trembled, unable to still the sudden desire that flared inside her slender body. She hugged Kathy tightly and kissed the smooth forehead, and she felt the little girl very deliberately, very slowly, cup her tit and squeeze gently.

Pulling away, her eyes glazed and her body shivering, Donna started the car and drove from the parking area. Kathy remained close to her, the girl's sweet thigh brushing hers.

By the time they arrived home, Donna was moist with sweat, and it was not due to the heat of the day. Once in the house, she rushed to her bedroom and quickly into the adjoining bath, where she ran a cool shower over her heated body.

Something was happening. She didn't know what it was, but she knew it was because of Kathy.

Kathy bounced about the house happily, helping Donna with all the household chores. She bubbled with gaiety, giggling a great deal, chattering about anything and everything.

Donna wondered why Kathy was always so close to her and why she seemed to find opportunities to touch her. Donna was sure it had been accidental, but the touches continued, coming more often. And Kathy didn't just touch her arm or back but seemed to always manage a brush across Donna's tits, her hips, and even her ass a number of times.

Donna's cunt was in a turmoil of steaming desire. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, her clitoris about to melt from the overpowering heat between her thighs.

While Bobby watched television, she and Kathy washed up the dinner dishes. Kathy was still bubbling with youthful vitality, and, standing side-by-side at the kitchen sink, Donna felt Kathy bump her hips often. When their eyes met, sparks of desire seemed to fly between them. Finished with the dishes, Donna dried her hands and turned, finding herself facing Kathy. The blonde girl was looking up into her face sweetly, a slight smile on her moist lips. Then, with no words spoken between them, Kathy wrapped her arms about Donna's waist and hugged, pressing her small body tightly against Donna. For a moment Donna did not respond, then she wrapped her arms about Kathy's shoulders. She felt Kathy pressing her crotch against her thigh and gasped when the girl spread her long thighs apart, that hot crotch tight against her leg.

Donna began to tremble but could not turn Kathy loose. Even when Kathy's hands moved from her waist, dropping down and cupping the shapely cheeks of her ass, Donna could not move. She could hardly breathe, and a gurgling sound came from her when she realized Kathy was fondling her ass through her dress. And, as she fondled Donna's ass, Kathy rubbed her cunt up and down Donna's thigh.

She wanted to protest when Kathy's fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass, squeezing deliberately. But it felt so good, so very good. It had been years since anyone had felt her ass this way, and Donna was responding. She was also responding to the rubbing motion of Kathy's cunt on her thigh. Donna pressed her thigh between Kathy's legs, feeling the heat of that succulent pink cunt.

Kathy was purring softly against her tits, and Donna clung to the shoulders of the girl tightly. She felt Kathy pulling her skirt up in back but had no power to stop her. She felt the girl's hot hands move along the backs of her naked thighs, the touch feathery light. Then Kathy was holding the cheeks of her ass again, with only flimsy panties between her palms and Donna's ass. With a conscious thought, Donna's ass flexed, clenching as Kathy fondled and squeezed.

Their breathing was loud in the kitchen as they clung to each other tightly. Every nerve in Donna's body was screaming for release, her cunt pulsating wildly, hotter than she remembered it ever being. She could feel the tight tits of Kathy pressing below her own, the nipples hard and searing through their dresses. She shivered as the girl slipped one hand into the elastic waist of her bikini panties and began feeling about the creamy, swelling ass cheek.

Donna pressed her thigh harder into Kathy's cunt, feeling her pussy rub up and down. Her own hands moved now, and Donna was surprised to find she was cupping the small, tight ass of Kathy, drawing her cunt tighter against her thigh.

"Ooooo," Kathy mewled.

Donna's hands held the small ass cheeks, finding them to fit perfectly in her palms. She squeezed the tight flesh, bringing whimpers of desire from Kathy. She felt the little girl tracing a fingertip up and down the crack of her ass, and Donna could not prevent the orgasms that suddenly rippled through her cunt. She shook with ecstasy, pressing her convulsing cunt harder against Kathy's rubbing thigh. She held the firm ass cheeks tightly as she came, a soft sobbing sound of pleasure coming from her constricted throat.

"Oh, Donna!" Kathy whispered. "I feel it… feel you! You're coming, huh, Donna?"

"Yes," Donna hissed huskily. "Oh, God… yes!"

Then, ashamed of herself, Donna pulled away quickly, turning her back to Kathy. But Kathy pressed up against her back, pressing her stomach along Donna's still-trembling ass cheeks, her arms tight about her waist. Donna felt moist lips at her neck as Kathy kissed her.

Then, abruptly, Kathy released her and skipped from the kitchen.

For a long time Donna remained where she stood, gazing vacantly at the far wall. She couldn't understand why she had responded so eagerly, so wantonly toward Kathy.

Later, lying in bed, Donna gave serious thought to the girl.