Kathy Andrews: Make room for mother

She ran her other hand down her stomach, and lightly rested her palm on her panties. She could feel the soft hair under the satiny panties. She could use her fingers, she thought lazily. She could put her hand inside her panties and touch herself, caress her pussy, her cunt. It always felt good when she did that. She could put a finger inside and feel how smooth and slippery and hot it was, and maybe she could work it back and forth a little, pretend it was a cock, and give herself a nice orgasm.

She was starting to slip her fingers inside the elastic waist of her panties when the door opened, and Sammy came into the house. He was not alone, but her brother, Jason, was with him.

Laura's eyes had been closed, and she kept them closed. Her son and brother had almost caught her playing with her cunt. She felt a flush creep over her unblemished flesh. There was nothing she could do now; her fingers were halfway inside her panties, her skirt drawn past them. She could feel the soft curls of her pussyhair on the tips of her fingers. She didn't feel embarrassed about being caught, but she did feel very shy, bashful.

She didn't want her son and brother to see that she was awake, doing this to her. She pretended to be sleeping, knowing they were looking at her.

Slitting her eyes, she peeked.

Sammy's young eyes were huge, shining brightly, standing next to Jason who was grinning from ear to ear as he, too, looked at her exposure.

"Nice, huh?" she heard her brother whisper. "That's very nice, I'd say."

"Yeah!" She heard her son gulp. "Mom sure is pretty."

"Beautiful, I'd say," her brother said. "Look at her hand. It's in her panties. I bet she was playing with her cunt."

"Aw, Mom wouldn't play with her pussy!"

"She wouldn't?" Jason snorted.

"You play with your cock, don't you? What makes you think a girl don't play with her cunt?"

"Girls are different," she heard Sammy say, his voice very low.

"Sure they're different, Sammy," Jason said. "They've got cunts, not cocks. Look, she's holding her tit, top."

Laura tried not to look down at their crotches, but her eyes moved down anyway. She almost gasped out loud. Both her son and brother had a hard-on! She could see those cocks pushing against their jeans. She swallowed with excitement, trying to be very quiet. She felt a ripple move over her flesh and was afraid she was going to come. If she came, there was no way she could prevent the tremors from being noticed by them.

"She gives me a hard-on," Jason said, rubbing at his cock.

"Me, too!" Sammy grunted.

"I bet she'll fuck," Jason whispered.

"Not my Mom," Sammy said. "Moms don't fuck."

"You're kinda stupid; you know that, Sammy?"

"Come on, Jason," Sammy said. "Maybe some of the girls at school fuck. I've heard stories about some of them, but my Mom wouldn't do anything like that."

"She's a girl, ain't she?" Jason said. "All girls fuck. You work them just right, any girl will fuck."

"How do you know that?" Sammy said, his eyes burning on his mother's pantied crotch. "You ain't never fucked one."

"I know," Jason said, and let it go at that. "I sure wouldn't mind fucking my sister, that's for sure."

"You can't fuck my mom!" Sammy said.

"I would if she let me." Jason moaned and pressed hard at his cock. "So would you. A guy gets a hard-on, and the girl is willing, man, you're gonna fuck her, even if it is your mom."

"I've got a hard-on, that's for sure," Laura heard her son say.

"Me, too," Jason groaned, "and if I don't do something about it, I'm gonna come off in my fucking pants."

Laura felt disappointed as they left her on the couch.

She had enjoyed them looking at her this way. Her body vibrated with a strange, but ever so delicious, feeling. Her cunt felt very wet, wetter than ever in her young life. She felt her nipple burning into her palm, and her clit seemed ready to burst, it was so hard and swollen.

She felt wicked, very wicked.

And so did her son and brother, if the size of their cocks was any indication. She felt pleased that it was her body that gave her son and brother such big hard-ons.

Alone again, she lifted her head and looked down at her body. She saw her long, silky thighs fully exposed, her panties, with her fingers just inside the waistband. That was what her son and brother had seen, and a shiver of delight went through her.

She had made her son and brother excited, made their cocks so very hard, and all they had done was see her exposed like this. She wondered what would have happened if she had her finger inside her cunt when they came in, or her panties off, her pussy on lewd display to them pulling their young cocks out, and gushing that creamy sweetness over her thighs.

Her hand pushed deeper into her panties until she could rub along the sides of her inflamed clit. Her hips twisted gently as the sensations burned through her pussy.

Her husband had pulled his cock from her once when they were fucking, and come on her thighs. He thought that that had been disgusting, but Laura had loved the hot, slippery wetness on her flesh. She didn't see anything disgusting about come-juice. She would have loved it if her husband had come on her tits, in her face, even.

She hoped her son and brother were playing with their cocks now. She hoped seeing her had excited them so much that they would go jack off and come.

Moving her finger downward, she stroked the fiery wetness of her pussy-lips, then gently eased her finger inside. A sigh came from her as she penetrated her pussy. That initial penetrating always felt so very good, and sometimes she would come right away, before she began to fuck her finger in and out. It was strange that she had never come when her husband fucked her once a month. She would come very close to it, but before it happened, he was finished and in the shower, washing away the fluids and scent of her juicy body.

Thinking of her son and brother watching her, Laura increased the plunging of her finger. Her hips lifted slightly, the heel of her hand pressing against her distended clit. Alone now, she made soft whimpering noises as her ecstasy bubbled hotter inside her cunt. She wanted to tear her panties off, rip them from her hips, and brutally fuck her cunt with all four of her fingers. But she was afraid her son and brother would come back, see her panties hanging in shreds, vigorously fucking herself like some demented, sex-crazed whore.

That would be nasty.

Her father said she was a nasty girl, her husband said she was sex crazy.

Laura thought it felt good to be nasty, crazy for sex.

She plunged her finger in and out of her juicy cunt, listening to the exciting wet sounds her finger made. She spread her legs wider, arching her cunt to her hand. She squeezed her clit hard, feeling a delicious sort of pain stab through it. She opened her mouth and made soft sounds of rapture, eyes squeezed tightly, her imagination out of control now.

She thrashed her hips about as her finger stabbed and stabbed, reaching for places she had never felt before. Her panties were stretching, ready to tear, but she didn't care. He cunt was pulling and squeezing at her buried finger, clasping it hotly.

Her finger became a cock, a hard cock.

Then it became her brother's cock.

And then her son's cock.

Laura jerked her hand off her tit and stuffed her knuckles into her mouth, stifling the sudden scream of ecstasy as her cunt gripped her finger with a powerful orgasm.

For a long time she shuddered, her body slowly relaxing. She felt the pulsations around her finger as her clit kept twitching. She removed her knuckles from her mouth, now that the threat of a scream was over. She moved it down and cupped her other hand inside her panties, holding her pussy until she recovered a bit of strength.