Kathy Andrews: Mom get her licks

"Oh, yes! This is the way I fuck Ben!"

"That isn't… you're not fucking," Julie breathed, squeezing her tit and trying to lift the fiery nipple to her tongue. "You're just rubbing at each other."

"We're fucking!" Becky insisted, wiggling her little ass back and forth.

Ben began to move, to arch his hips upward. His eyes were glassy with pleasure, yet he kept staring between his mother's thighs, at her uplifted crotch. Julie was twisting her ass about in tight short circles, licking her lips as she watched her daughter rubbing her cunt back and forth on Ben's cock. Perhaps they really didn't know his cock supposed to go inside her cunt to fuck. Maybe this rubbing at each other was all they knew, what they thought was fucking.

Ben was grunting now, his face turning pink. Becky was making more squeals, and her small ass moved faster. Although Julie couldn't see that well, she was sure her daughter was rubbing the hotness of her cunt lips along the shift of her brother's cock now. They were both getting ready to come – that was obvious.

Ben staffed swinging his hips up and down, and Becky banged her pussy against his cock. Soft, moist sounds came to Julie, inflaming her senses. Their movements were those of fucking, of a cock sliding in and out of a cunt, yet Ben's prick was not inside his sister's pussy.

A groan came from Becky, a groan that turned into squeals, her little ass churning. Ben grunted, his body shaking. Julie knew they were coming, and her own cunt rippled into a quick orgasm. She sobbed with pleasure.

Becky remained atop her brother for a long moment, then sat back on the couch. Julie saw come juice on her son's shorts, then glistening drops on her daughter's thigh near her crotch.

She lifted her chair to a sitting position, and with a dazed expression on her face, stood up on weak, shaking legs.

Julie stood stiffly, her hands balled into fists at her sides. She gazed at her son's soft cock, seeing the puddles of his come juice on his shorts, wasted.

Her fingers fumbled as she untied the belt of her robe. It fell open, and she shrugged it from her shoulders. She stood naked, except for her flimsy panties. Both Becky and Ben seemed breathless as they gazed at her, seeing their mother undressed before them.

"That wasn't fucking," Julie whispered throatily. "You didn't fuck at all."

Becky and Ben didn't answer. They seemed unable to speak.

Julie ran her hands up and down her body, caressing herself, watching them, seeing their reaction to her boldness. If they had shown any embarrassment, or shame, Julie wasn't sure what she would do. But they weren't showing anything like that. What her twins were showing was interest, intense interest and excitement.

"You want to fuck me, do you?" Julie asked her son.

"Mom, don't listen to Becky," Ben managed to say, his voice high pitched. "I didn't say that."

"Yes, you did, Ben," Becky said. "You did so tell me you wanted to fuck Mother. Stop that lying, Ben, or I won't fuck you anymore."

Julie smiled at the kids' bickering. Any other time she would have skipped it. But right now her cunt was bubbling with wet heat, her mouth watery. The only thing she wanted to do was lick her son's cock, suck it in her mouth, drink that sweet hot jizz out of his balls again.

She started toward them, her movements jerky. As she walked, she ran her hands up and down her body, feeling her hips, up to her tits, then down to the front of her panties. She framed her concealed cunt with both hands, now on the other side of the coffee table from the twins. She arched her hips forward, sliding her fingers between her thighs, her thumbs above her cunt. She pressed, making her pussy bulge outward in her panties.

Julie thought of nothing but her son's cock, her eyes seeing the come juice on his shorts. This insane desire for come juice was overpowering, and she wanted to smear her face into it, lick it into her mouth, taste his jism.

Becky watched her mother, a lewd grin on her young face. She sat with her legs wide apart, and cupped her cunt with a small hand. She looked at her mother as if she knew what was going on inside Julie's mind. Ben looked half afraid, yet eager. His cock still showed past the leg of his shorts, not as soft as it had been a few minutes ago. The cockhead glistened wetly, and Julie's hips twisted as she pressed at her cunt.

Stepping around the coffee table, she started toward her son. Becky drew her legs up and out of her mother's way, but kept them wide apart. Julie stood a long moment, her tits lifting and falling as she sucked in deep breaths of air, staring at her son's cock. She tried, for just a moment, to fight this wild desire inside her.

Then she gave in. Dropping to her knees, she slipped a hand up the boy's thigh. She touched a fingertip to his cock, causing her son to grunt and his cock to jerk.

A cry came from Julie. Her head went down. Her tongue was out of her mouth before she shoved her face into the puddle of come juice. She made soft growling sounds as she licked it up hungrily. Her hand darted into the leg of her son's shorts, cupping his balls. They were hot in her hand as she gently squeezed them. His cock rose up in hardness again, sliding along her cheek. She swirled her tongue into the slime of his come juice, her lips open. She sucked at the shorts, tasting his precious juices. She pulled her son's balls out of his shorts, then placed her hand on the shaft of his cock. She pressed the throbbing hardness against her cheek, whimpering softly.

Becky watched, making cooing sounds. Julie was too busy to glance at her daughter, too excited with the taste of her son's come juice, his cock throbbing at her cheek. She could hear Becky, and the sounds were enough to increase the storm of passion inside her body.

With her face smashed against her son's shorts, Julie pressed her thighs tightly together. She smeared her face about her son's shorts, and with husky cries, began to rub her face downward. She twisted her face into his beautiful, young, hairless balls, feeling them against her mouth and cheeks. This cock straining up hard near her forehead.

The desire to suck her son's cock was strong, very strong. But Julie had to do something else first. She had to show them how to fuck that a hard cock was supposed to go into a girl's cunt, not just rub.

Lifting her head, her eyes blazing in passion, Julie began fumbling with her son's shorts. She almost ripped the bronze button from the waist, and then almost got the zipper stuck in her haste to yank it down. She jerked her son's shorts to his knees and gasped with delight when she saw his body naked.

His cock stood up high, his balls looking tight. Ben had no hair at the base of his cock. She didn't know enough about young boys, herself. She thought, though, that a boy should have hair in his crotch if he could come off. She grasped his cock, pressing it against her face, mewling softly.

Becky was staring at her mother, her lips parted as she gasped. She had lifted her small ass to the arm of the couch, her legs flung wide. Her small hand was inside her sunsuit now, her fingers moving up and down her steamy, sugary little pussy.

"Oh, I want to… I want to…" Julie hissed, kissing the hard shaft of her son's cock with her wet lips. "I've got to, just for a minute!"

Unable to control the wild urges. Julie sank her mouth onto her son's cock, taking it deep into her throat. Her lips pressed at the cock base, feeling the smooth, hairless flesh. Her mouth throbbed with wet hunger about her son's cock. She smashed her lips hard at the base, the head of Ben's cock probing the entrance of her throat.

Becky squealed with ecstasy.

"Mother, are you gonna suck his cock off again?" Her small hand rubbed faster inside the crotch of her sunsuit.