Kathy Andrews: Mom get her licks

Awareness came to her slowly.

She didn't hear any sounds on the other side of the fence. It was over six feet tall, so she couldn't look into her yard. She looked around, seeing if anyone had watched her. There was no one, but that didn't mean someone wasn't peeking out some window.

Oddly, Julie didn't feel in the least embarrassed or ashamed of sucking her son's cock through the fence. There was an elation inside her. A smile came over her face, her eyes shining.

She stood up straight, her shoulders back. Her tits thrust out beneath the baggy sweatshirt, nipples rubbing at the garment. She shook her ass, a deliciously wicked sensation crawling from her feet to the top of her head. She ran her tongue over her lips and began to hum softly as she entered the gate.

Ben and Becky were no longer in the yard. It was empty.

Julie felt as if something should be different, but it was still the same yard, same lush grass, same trimmed shrubbery. Nothing had changed.

Nothing, except she had just sucked her son's cock off through a fence in broad daylight.

The house was quiet when she entered. Apparently Becky and Ben were hiding in a room, talking about what their mother had done.

The idea that they were discussing it excited Julie.

She went to her room, undressing completely. She carried her clothing into the bathroom, then ran the tub full of hot water. She noticed her panties, frilly and tiny and lacy, were soaked at the crotch. They had been clean and fresh when she put them on that morning. Usually Julie changed her panties at least twice a day, sometimes three. She sat on the toilet, listening to the tinkling of her piss, looking at the crotch of her panties.

She had certainly been hot, she realized.

With a giggle, she wiped her cunt with the panties, then standing, tossed them on top of her other clothing. She climbed into the tub, leaning back and looking down. Her tits were round and firm, beautifully and flawlessly shaped. Her nipples were a light-brown color, peaked half an inch. Her stomach was flat, with just the tiny hint of roundness. She lifted her ass, looking at the light, chestnut color of her cunt hair. She lifted one leg high. It was a beautiful leg: the calf curvy, her thigh slim and shapely.

"Not bad," she said to herself in a soft voice. "Not bad at all, Julie, for a mother with twins."

She didn't have to examine her ass to know how lovely it was. Her ass rounded in a compact tightness, the cheeks flexing when she walked. Her husband had loved to spend hours with her, caressing her ass. He had been, as he called it, an "ass man".

It had thrilled her when he fondled her ass, kissed and licked the smooth, creamy-textured ass cheeks, the backs of her thighs.

Yes, she was indeed a beautiful woman, a woman who loved fucking, sucking, hard cock.

She didn't know why she had not sought out a new man after her husband's death. Perhaps it had been in the back of her mind that no other man would be as compatible, so willing and cager to indulge in those sweet, exciting things she and her husband had enjoyed.

Some men, she knew, thought a woman was a slut if she had sexual desires, wanted to experiment, enjoyed fucking. That was their fault, she told herself, not hers.

She washed herself, removing the sweat and grime. Deciding she would hire someone to finish up the weeding, she climbed from the tub, using a soft towel to dry herself.

Nakedly, she entered her bedroom and saw she had not closed her door. She had always closed her bedroom door before. With a shrug of her shoulders, she left it open, and sat at her dresser. She brushed her luxurious, dark hair, watching herself in the mirror. Her tits lifted and fell with her arms. She noticed her nipples were still peaked in hardness.

With things still in her mind, feeling wonderful, Julie pulled a pleated skin and frilly blouse from her closet. She rummaged about in the drawers and selected a fresh pair of bikini panties. There were a dozen bras in the drawer, all new, never worn. She had not worn a bra for many, many years.

A shiver ripped through her naked body, and she stopped as she reached back into the closet. Her hand had touched her robe. Her eyes sparkled as she pulled it out. Ignoring her skirt and blouse, she carried the robe to the bed. Sliding her feet into the revealing panties, she adjusted the crotch over her cunt. Her cunt made an appealing, bulge in them, the cunt slit outlined. The seat of the panties pulled upward, exposing the creamy lower half of each ass cheek.

She slipped into the robe, a vague thought in her mind.

Wearing the robe, she left her room. The lower part of the robe opened to reveal her long, enticing thighs, almost to her crotch. The top of the robe swelled outward, the creamy valley of her straining tits exposed, all the way to her waist.

Entering the living room, she saw her twins sitting together. She caught the look they gave her, and tried to ignore it. Becky and Ben both knew it was she who had sucked Ben's cock through the fence. They had known she was out there weeding. She mixed herself a glass of iced tea in a tall plastic glass.

Going back to the living room, she sat in her husband's favorite chair. She leaned back, bringing up the foot part. Crossing her ankles, she allowed her robe to part. Her long thighs were exposed, again almost to her crotch. Sipping her tea, she looked at her twins pointedly.

Ben squirmed his young ass on the couch, and Becky was trying to keep from giggling. Julie continued looking at them, her eyes bold and starting to smolder. Ben was wearing a new par of shorts, his chest bare. He was still small, and looked startling like his sister, yet with a masculinity beginning to form on his face.

Both were light-haired, like their father, with bright-blue eyes that were usually filled with mischief. Becky wore a sunsuit with flaring legs and an elastic waist, the top held up by two thin straps. Julie noticed, for the first time, that her daughter was starting to sprout tits. There wasn't much but nipple yet, but those nipples poked at the front of her sunsuit already.

Becky lifted a foot to the cushion of the couch, propping her chin on it, still trying to keep back giggles. Julie saw the slim thigh, and the teasing band of Becky's panties showed near her crotch. A warmth started between her thighs as she looked. There was something exciting about seeing that band of panties, so near Becky's young cunt.

She noticed Ben had slumped on the couch, his ass almost hanging over the edge, and he seemed to be trying to peek past her robe. He was trying to do it without his mother noticing, she realized with amusement.

Well, why not? Julie thought. I sucked his young cock, didn't I? Would it matter if he saw me? Fair is fair, isn't it? I suck his cock off and he wants to peek at my cunt.

No one had said anything so far, yet Julie could feel the tension in the air. There was something like anticipation between them, a heavy, erotic something. Even the air seemed to have the exciting scent of wet cunt and hard cock in it.

Julie uncrossed her ankles, testing her son. She parted her feet almost a foot apart before recrossing them. She watched her son closely, and saw his eyes widen briefly. He had seen her; Ben had caught a brief glimpse of her panties. She lowered her eyes to the front of his shorts, and noticed his cock was starting to bulge against them. Becky kept looking at her, her blue eyes starting to sparkle. This time, though, they didn't shine with mischief, but with a naughty, wicked gleam in them. Julie wondered if her daughter had seen the quick flash of her panties.

The answer was given to her when Becky moved her hand slowly down the back of her uplifted thigh. Julie didn't gasp, but her breathing increased as her eyes followed the small finger. Becky's eyes twinkled brighter as she ran the tip of her finger along the exposed leg of her panties.