Kathy Andrews: Mom_s naughty daughter

Lynn sat inside the pick-up truck, watching the men as they worked in the orange groves. Most of them had their shirts off, the sun glistening on their muscles.

Her tits strained against the man's shirt she wore, her nipples tingling. Her dark eyes held a smoldering expression. Her long legs, encased in tight jeans, felt a weakness and her cunt was bubbling.

It was always like this when she watched them working, the scent of oranges filling her nostrils. The smell of orange blossoms, the fresh fruit, had a heady effect upon her erotic emotions. Lynn didn't understand it she just enjoyed it.

She had inherited the orange grove when her husband passed away two years ago. When they married, he had brought her to this orange ranch right out of the city, and the lovely scents had affected her almost immediately.

For the past year, Lynn had been driving into the grove daily, watching the men work. She was the boss lady so none of the workers ever approached her. Lynn wasn't sure if she would have accepted a pass from any of them but the possibility always there.

For the past month, she had been taking ice water or lemonade out to the workers. She would haul a couple of huge containers in the back of the pick-up. This endeared her to the workers and she knew they would have done anything for the boss lady.

Lynn was also acutely aware that, if she just crooked her finger, anyone of those well muscled men would come running to her. She was not unaware of how attractive she was.

Not only did she have a beautiful face with bedroom eyes, a full mouth, and long, black hair and a small nose. She also had a fantastic body. And she had money. She was a perfect mate for any man.

As she sat in the truck now she ran her hand up and down on tightly clad thigh, her eyes on the men. They had unloaded the coolers and were back at work. She pulled her hand between her tight thighs, pushing her palm between them. A tingle rippled about her cunt as she applied more pressure at the tight crotch of her jeans. She loved to sit in the truck watching the men and fondling her pussy. She often sat for a long time, fantasizing about one, or even more of them, coming to the truck and peeking in at her when her hand was tight between her thighs.

"All those cocks," she whispered softly, rubbing up and down at her cunt. "All those beautiful cocks… sticking out… hard."

She imagined her workers before her, moving up and down the rows of trees, their flies open, all their cocks out and hard. The vision filled her eyes with moist excitement and her hand pressed and rubbed harder. She spread her legs as wide as the truck seat allowed. She could feel her cunt becoming very wet, very hot.

She slumped against the door, her eyes glassy as she watched the men. She had never opened her pants before but today the need seemed more pronounced, more hungry, more eager.

Pulling the zipper down, she opened her pants, running her fingers through the curls of soft cunt hair. She sighed as her excitement increased. The image of the men, their cocks out and throbbing for her cunt filled Lynn's mind as she shoved her hand down into her pants. She ran her fingers into the tight crotch, stroking at her deliciously inflamed clitoris, her ass writhing on the seat of the truck.

Her clitoris was very hot and she rubbed along the side of it then smashed it with the tip of her finger. The immediate response was an orgasm and her eyes turned glassy as she came, the ripples of ecstasy flooding her body and mind.

"Ooooo, nice," she murmured. "So nice."

As the convulsions calmed, she left her hand inside her pants, watching the men again. One orgasm was never enough for Lynn. She often needed more than two. She leaned into the door near the steering wheel, her pants open, and pressed her hand downward until she cupped her cunt.

If just one man would come to the truck and look in at her with her hand in the dark curls of her cunt, Lynn knew she would come very strongly. But she didn't have the nerve to call one of them. She wasn't sure what she would do if a man did actually look in at her.

"Come see my cunt you guys," she whispered, her eyes on the men, her finger fucking her cunt. She loved it when the men bent over, their pants tight on their hard asses. "Come and look at my cunt… see how hot and wet my cunt is. Show me your hard cocks! Let me hold your cocks. Let me feel that lovely hardness in my hands. Oooo, I'd love to jack everyone of you hard-cocked fuckers off! Jack all of you off at the same time!"

Her finger moved faster, her words increasing her passion. The moist, wet sounds in the cab of the pick-up excited her.

"Oooo, play with my cunt you guys," she whispered, driving her middle finger in and out of her gripping cunt. "Play with my hot cunt… make me come! Oh, finger-fuck my pussy… fuck my cunt with those hard, sweet cocks! Oh, God… fill my cunt with come juice!"

Her hand whipped frantically inside the tightness of her jeans, her cunt boiling again. She saw a man lift his hand to wave at her and as she weakly waved back, her cunt exploded into a tremendous orgasm. Her ass twisted against the seat, moans bubbling from her lips.

Her vision cleared and she jumped. The man who had waved at her was walking toward the truck. Lynn pulled her hand from her pants trying to zip them up before he arrived. She managed to conceal her open fly with the tail of her shirt.

"Something wrong, Miss Lynn?" he asked, concerned.

"No," she said, feeling a flush on her pretty face. "Nothing is wrong, Jake."

"I thought I heard you moan," he said, tipping his hat.

"It wasn't me," she said.

"Well, I guess I better get back to work, then. Sure you don't want me to drive you back to the house?" he said, looking at her closely. "You seem a little pale."

"No, l'm just fine," she replied, flashing him a grin. "I'll be okay. Thank you anyway."

She watched him return to work then started the pick-up. As she drove down the narrow, dusty road, she laughed out loud. If Jake had gotten in the truck to drive her to the house, he would have seen her open pants and the dark curls of her cunt. She stopped in front of the house, pulling up the zipper on her jeans then climbed out.

The house was old, but very well kept. It had two floors, and was huge, with three fireplaces. It had been in her husband's family for over a hundred years. The old-fashioned clock on the mantle told her that Carolyn and Bobby would be home from school soon. Lynn had just enough time to get a bath. She felt happy as she soaked in the huge, claw-footed tub.

She had been finger-fucking herself in the pick-up, watching the men, for some time now. It bad been very exciting at first and it was still exciting but it seemed to be losing some of its appeal. She still wasn't certain what her reaction would be if any of them made a pass at her or saw what she was doing.

Maybe Jake…

Jake was about her age and quite good-looking. He didn't talk like the other workers. His speech and mannerisms indicated his intelligence. She was certain he didn't belong in the groves, even though she had made him foreman of the crews.

He had showed up one day when she was desperate for men, and hired him with some misgivings. He was too well dressed, his hands too soft. He didn't give her the impression of a man used to working with his hands. Still, she needed every worker she could get. He proved to be a hard worker and he was good with the other men. He knew how to get more work out of them without making anyone mad.

Within six months. Lynn had offered him the small one-bedroom house used by the previous foreman. Jake never seemed to go any place, although he had access to a pick-up. And he didn't drink or run around the way the other workers did.