Kathy Andrews: Mom loves it outdoors

"I want to play, too," she said, her voice low.

"But, Mom…" Toby stammered.

Unashamedly, Susan unsnapped her cutoffs, pushing them down. She was shivering with lewdness, the intense wanton sensation making her throb all over as she revealed herself to her son and daughter. Both Ginger and Toby stared open-eyed at the thick triangle of her pussy hair, at her straining tits. Susan ran her fingers down through the hair, spreading her legs. Her cutoffs spread wide near her knees. She parted the swollen hairiness of her cunt. Her clit stood out tightly, the wetness of her slit gleaming hotly. She spread her feet, bending her knees, and leaning her shoulders back, sent a strong gush of golden piss almost three feet away.

Ginger and Toby gasped as they watched, and Susan giggled lewdly, holding her cunt wide open so they could see. Her ass trembled, bunching, causing her to piss in spurts.

The stream slowed, dribbling, and ran along her thighs. She moaned softly, watching their expressions. Her son and daughter were trembling badly, and Toby's cock bulged in raging hardness. Ginger's young hips twisted, and she was clutching one of her tight little tits, her eyes fiery.

"I pissed farther than either of you," Susan whispered, and ran her hand along one thigh, cupping her cunt, rubbing slowly. Her tongue moved over her lips, very slowly. "And I can use my fingers the same way, too."

"Mother…" Ginger said in a shy voice.

"Mom, are you all right?" Toby asked, husky-voiced.

"More than right – now," Susan said, her voice throaty. "More right than I've felt for a long time."

Standing with her tits showing and her shorts at her knees, letting her son and daughter look at her, Susan watched their faces closely. Doing such things with each other was much different than doing them with their mother, and she wanted to be sure before she went farther.

Toby's cock kept bulging, and when she searched his eyes, she saw desire, excitement, need in them. Ginger, to her surprise, was showing the same thing. But she knew neither of them had never gone farther than what she had just seen, that both were inexperienced, but very, very eager. What had held them off so far, she didn't know, but they weren't going to hold back any longer.

She leaned against a lemon tree, her tits lifting, her eyes slitted as she watched them. Toby was making low sounds in his throat and Ginger was writhing and gurgling softly, their eyes burning on her body. Susan lifted one leg, and slipped her foot out of her cut-offs, letting them fall to her other foot. She ran her fingers through her pussy hair, parting it to show the pink wetness of her cunt. It was like the way she had teased her husband in the groves, but she felt it more intently with her son and daughter.

"Don't hide them from mother," she moaned. "I've already seen them, watching you two. Don't hide them from me now."

"Hide what, Mother?" Ginger asked.

Toby, finally understanding, laughed in delight. "My cock and your pussy, Ginger!"

"Toby!" Ginger gasped. "Not in front of Mother!"

"Oh, yes, in front of mother," Susan said. She worked her middle finger into her cunt, unabashedly letting her son and daughter watch as she slowly fmgerfucked herself. "Right in front of mother. Both of you… let me see! I want to have fun, too."

Ginger and Toby gaped as they watched her, seeing the juicy cunt lips close about her finger, hearing the wet sounds, watching her tits jiggle slightly.

Toby was the first to comply.

He almost ripped his pants open in his haste to get his cock out. It jumped from his pants, hard and throbbing, the head smooth and swollen, juice dripping from the tip. He clutched it, running his fist back and forth. Ginger, shaking wildly, looked from her mother to her brother, her hands agitated, darting to her small tits, down to her hips, back to her tits again. She was breathing in labored sounds, eyes smoldering.

"Now you, Ginger," Susan urged, dragging her soaked finger out of her cunt and pulling upward on her rigid clit.

Fumbling with her fingers, Ginger opened her shorts again, and pushed them down, her eyes darting from her brother's cock to her mother's steaming cunt. She seemed not to know what to do next, her shorts at her knees, her tight pink panties clinging to her small hips.

"Your panties, baby," Susan breathed, both hands at her cunt now, opening the slit, pressing it tightly. "Push your panties down, too."

A deep-throated squeal came from Ginger as she shoved her panties down to her knees, one hand cupping her cunt shyly.

Susan let her daughter adjust, delighted that her son was not as hesitant. She bent her knees, her back sliding down the trunk of the lemon tree. She spread her knees wide, working at her cunt with swift thrusts of her finger. She watched her son pump his cock as he stared in fascination at her exposed pussy and what she was doing with her fingers.

"Oooooh, Mother!" Ginger gasped hotly, rubbing at her succulent pink cunt now, unable to keep from doing it. "You sound so wet!"

"I am wet!" Susan gasped, thrusting two lingers into her cunt. "I'm so wet, so very wet and very hot! I need it! I want it!"

"Do it, Mom!" Toby panted.

"I am!" Susan gasped, plunging a third finger into her cunt. Ginger and Toby could see the stretching of their mother's pussy, see how wet her hand was getting, the soft hair framing it. "I am doing it! I'm going to make myself come… just like you two did!"

Ginger had lost her shyness now. It was replaced by a steaming urge to feel what she had earlier, those wonderful, ever-so-delicious pulsations between her thighs. She poked a finger into her tight little cunt, crying out with pleasure as she probed, her eyes darting to her mother's naked body, to her brother's cock. Toby was dripping a lot, smearing the shaft of his prick with the liquid.

"Ahhhh, so good!" Susan moaned, watching them as she lewdly fingerfucked herself. "To watch you two… to do it in front of you! Ohhhh, God, this is so good!"

Her ass wiggled as she squatted there, knees flung very wide apart. Her tits shook, her eyes blazing.

"Toby…" she gasped. "Don't come! Please, baby, don't come!"

"But I gotta, Mom!" he panted. "You can see how hard I am!"

"No, don't come!" she cried, jerking her dripping fingers out of her cunt and standing up. She flung her shirt from her shoulders. She stepped close to her son, jerking his fist off his cock, and closing her own about it. "Ohhh, so hard! Ahhh, nice and hard!"

She stroked her son's cock, with Toby grinning from ear to ear, his hips pushing forward. Ginger stared open-mouthed, her finger buried into her sugary cunt, surprised to see what their mother had done. She had wanted to grab hold of her brother's cock before, but shyness had prevented her.

Susan, feeling the hot hardness in her hand, suddenly made a decision.

"Give it to me, Toby," she asked, breathless. "Please, honey, give it to mother!"

Now it was Toby that seemed not to understand. But Ginger knew right away what her mother meant.

"Mother, you mean you want Toby to…"

Susan, almost out of her mind with heat, jerked her son's cock hard, then turned it loose and worked quickly at his jeans, opening them, pushing them to his feet. She stared at his cock, lifted high at an angle to his stomach, his full balls so hot. She sucked in a deep breath, cradling his balls in her hand, feeling the hot fullness, the youth of them.

"Stick it in me!" she gasped. "I want it inside me!"

"You mean…" Toby gasped, hardly believing it.

"Yes, fuck me!" Susan cried out. "I mean fuck me!"

Ginger giggled, twisting her little ass and shaking with heat.

"But, Mom…" Toby moaned.

"Fuck me," she insisted. "Fuck me right here, on the ground!"