Kathy Andrews: Mom loves it outdoors

The scent of lemon filled the air. The groves were in full bloom. Susan loved this time of year more than any other. The scent of lemon, the flower or the fruit, always made her feel erotic.

Enjoying the scents, though, was not the same as enjoying the tingling flesh of another – a man to share her wanton joy. Over a year had passed since her husband had been killed in an accident, and for a while, she had coped, but now the groves were in bloom, and she was having a difficult time. Walking through the grove now, her cunt became very moist, getting wetter with each step.

She remembered how she and her husband would sneak away from the house in the evening, carrying a blanket, and beneath the lemon trees, undress and clutch each other. He had enjoyed the lemon scent as much as she and his cock would rage with hardness on those unforgettable evenings, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. But now she no longer had him, had no one to share her desires with.

She paused near a tree, poking her nose into a blossom and inhaling deeply. Why the scent of lemon did these wonderful things to her body, she didn't know, and she didn't care to find out why. She simply wanted to enjoy it. The strong scent in her nose sent a wild, lurching sensation to her pussy, creating a throbbing hardness in her clit, almost as if she were on the brink of orgasm. Moaning softly at the delicious feeling, she stood smelling the blossom, fondling her tits through the open neck of her skirt. She felt her nipples strain with bursting hardness.

Feeling wonderfully wicked, she opened the shirt to let the sun kiss the creamy softness of her firm, shapely tits. Her nipples perked upward, tilted with tingling hardness. She started rubbing her fingers lightly along the seam of her tight, ragged old shorts. They had been at one time a pair of jeans, now faded and worn. She loved them because the seam pressed so perfectly against the slit of her cunt, crushing her throbbing clit. Her husband had loved to watch her wear them, and at his suggestion, she cut them very high so her lovely ass could be seen. But he wasn't there to see her beauty now. No one was around to see her beauty to enjoy her bubbling hungers.

Susan was thirty-two years old, much too young to be a widow, and especially a widow with steaming desires that were very hard to control. She was tall, slender and very lovely. Her hair was dark, almost a bronze color, and her eyes were unusually blue. Her face could grace the cover of any magazine, and her body was what boys and men dreamed of, waking up with a gushing cock in their hands. She knew she was beautiful, but she accepted it. She did not flaunt it, nor was she vain about it. Having two children had not left a mark on her, and she did not have to watch her diet or exercise to maintain her wet-dream body. It was a body to be shared, to enjoy, to take delight in, a body that loved to be touched, caressed, made love to. Susan was very receptive to touch, to sight. Her husband had shown her she had hidden hungers, and had opened her up until she had little, if any, inhibitions with him.

Yet they had been careful around Ginger and Toby.

Her and son had never caught them, never seen the wild, delicious things they did with each other.

She thought of them, walking slowly through the lemon grove. Toby, growing fast, was the oldest by a year. It amused Susan as she watched him try to imitate his father, to be the man his father was. He was an energetic boy, always working in the groves. He was not much help yet, but in a few more years he would be working the groves like a grown man. He was starting to gain muscles, his voice recently changing to a deeper tone, still shrill at times, then unexpectedly dropping into hoarseness.

Ginger was a little beauty with a mouth-watering body already. Her hair was silky, a red, dish blonde, with blue eyes like her mother's. She was still gangly, but filling out prematurely. Susan had noticed the tight little mounds of burgeoning tits on her daughter, the swell of her pink nipples against her t-shirts and dresses, and still put off getting Ginger into a bra. Her legs were very long goldenly tanned, with satiny flesh. Her pretty little ass jutted out in two adorable bubbles, so sweet that it made the palms itch to feel, to hold, to caress. She had the face of an angel, a very sweet, innocent face, but Susan had seen a wildness into those blue eyes that resembled her own.

Both Ginger and Toby enjoyed the isolation of the lemon groves. They were not really isolated; it was only fifteen minutes into town. But here they had the open spaces, without neighbors to see them. They played among the groves and in the watering sprinklers all the time. Susan never worried about them. She had no reason to worry about them. Nothing could harm then in the groves.

Susan didn't remember unzipping her shorts and pushing her hand into them. But she had, and was strolling with her hand cupping her cunt, feeling the soft hair against her palm, the puffy heat of her slit, the wetness on her fingers. Her tits moved in a tight manner as she walked, her nipples high and swollen. She pressed at her clit, and the soft moan it brought from her almost caused her to miss the other sound.

She stopped, turning her head, listening.

"I can do that, too," she heard her daughter's happy voice.

"Not standing up," came her son's reply.

"I've done it before," Ginger said.

For a reason she couldn't explain, Susan kept her breathing as quiet as she could, and being careful not to step on twigs, moved toward their voices. She felt a heat swell in her, a feeling that she was about to see something Ginger and Toby didn't want her to see. The voices became louder and clear as she approached. They had their backs to her, and Susan peeked at them from behind a tree. Toby was in jeans, Ginger in shorts.

"Don't you get wet when you do it standing up, Ginger?" Toby was asking his sister.

Ginger giggled, a cute sound. "I did at first, but not anymore."

"Why did you wanna do it standing up?"

"I don't know. It just sounded like fun, and it is."

Toby turned to face his sister.

Susan jerked her hand to her mouth to stifle the sudden gasp.

Toby's jeans were open, his cock out.

Her eyes burned, turning glassy as she stared at it. There was a quick throb in her cunt, and only now did she realize the hand covering her mouth was the one she had been feeling of her cunt with. The heady scent assaulted her nostrils, and to her surprise, she almost came. She noticed that her daughter was gazing at her brother's cock with smoldering young eyes, her soft lips parted, and her chest heaving up and down.

It never entered Susan's mind to let them know she was there, to say something to them, to put a stop to it. All she wanted to do was watch, see what they would do with each other. She found herself becoming very excited, with her ass bunching as her cunt pulsated wetly. Her tits were still exposed, trembling as hunger boiled through her.

"Let's see how far you can do it," Ginger said in a trembling voice.

Toby took his cock in his fingers, arching his hips forward. "See that leaf? I can piss right on it."

Susan shivered. She didn't know her son used those words.

Ginger gave a little squeal, stepping to one side, her eyes fixed upon her brother's cock. "Do it, Toby. I wanna see if you can piss that far."

Susan's cunt was tightening, drawing inward. Listening to them was creating a wanton fire in her body, the sight of her son's cock making her shake from head to toe.