Kathy Andrews - Mom get her licks

She ran her long tongue about the inner flesh of her daughter's thighs, licking up the hot piss. She sucked, drawing juices out, her tongue teasing her daughter's cunt.

Becky was no longer embarrassed. With gurgling ecstasy, she arched her cunt upward, slamming it into her mother's face. She squeezed Julie's head between her thighs.

"Ooooo, Mother! Mother! Lick it! Lick it, Mother!"

Ben, despite his tiredness, leaned forward, curious as he watched his mother sucking his sister's cunt. The idea that anyone, including his mother, would suck and kiss at a piss-wet cunt was surprising to him. On the other hand, it excited him, too.

Julie's cunt was clutched with orgasms again, a series of bubbling, contracting spasms that made her uplifted ass sway. Becky pressed her hands at the back of her mother's head, ramming her little cunt up and down, fucking it into her mother's mouth.

"I'm doing it again, Mother!" she shrieked. "I'm coming again! Oooo, I'm burning up! My pussy… my cunt! Mother, suck my cunt hard! I'm coming again!"

Julie felt Becky's cunt grip her tongue, felt the flexing cunt lips draw on it. She fucked her tongue, deeply, wiggling it about, tasting come juice with piss and cunt. Becky's cunt sucked at her tongue, the hairless pussy lips squeezing it. Julie head her daughter's cries of ecstasy, and knowing she was giving so much pleasure drove her wild. Always easy to come, Julie was much easier to come now. It had something to do with seeing her daughter piss, she knew. She had come when her son pissed through the fence earlier.

She held her face tightly between Becky's hot thighs, her mouth sucking until the spasms began to fade. Only then did she raise her face. She was grinning, eyes sparkling. Her face glistened wetly, a combination of fuck juices and piss covering it. She sat back on her heels, her flawless tits swollen, nipples rubbery in hardness as they jutted toward the ceiling. Her knees, slightly apart, drew the attention of her son. Julie parted them more for him.

It thrilled her that Ben was so interested in her cunt. She knew it was the contrast of her hairy cunt to the hairless cum of his sister. That was part of the appeal, the difference between his mother and sister, that excited him so much.

Julie knew her son was tired; she had lost count of the number of times he had come that day. No man or boy could keep that up forever, she knew. That fact was a disappointment. She could fuck all day, came all day. She would become exhausted, of course, but it required a long time before that happened.

Becky remained slumped on the couch, her little ass still over the edge. She opened and closed her thighs, her blue eyes shining. Now and then, a ripple ran up her stomach. Her perky nipples were still hard.

"You pissed on me," Ben said, finally breaking the silence. He didn't speak in anger, but as if still surprised.

"I said I was sorry, Ben," Becky said, drawing her ass onto the cushions and sitting up. She closed her legs and folded her hands in her lap, looking shy, but not at all embarrassed. In fact, there seemed to be a mischievous grin on her face.

"You pissed on me," he said again, pouting. Julie gave a low laugh. "It didn't hurt you, Ben," she said. "It just got you wet, that's all."

"You tan do it to me," Becky said, half whispering. "If you want to get back at me, you can piss on me. But I couldn't help what happened, Ben. It was an accident."

Ben didn't answer his sister. But Julie, hearing what Becky said, became very interested. "Sure," she said, her voice throaty. "You can piss on your sister, Ben. Then you'll be even with her. How about it? Piss on Becky, honey."

Ben glanced at his mother. He had seen how eagerly she had sucked his sister's cunt, her tongue licking at the hot piss on Becky's thighs. He lowered his eyes, gazing at his mother's lovely tits. Then he lowered them more. Julie leaned back, still sitting on her heels. The pink wetness of her cunt gleamed through the thick pussy hairs.

"Or me," Julie whispered. "Piss on me, if you don't want to piss on your sister."

"It was Becky who pissed on me, Mom," he said. "Why would I want to piss on you?"

Julie's eyes took on a hot sparkling glow. She twisted her hips, grinding one heel into the crack of her ass, opening her knees wider so the full expanse of her cunt gash was exposed. The tip of her throbbing cunt peeked out from the juicy folds of her pussy.

"Maybe… maybe I'd like for you to piss on me," she said, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.

Becky was watching her mother, her blue eyes questioning. She still sat demurely hands folded in her lap, knees together. Ben was staring at his mother, and. Julie was twisting her hips invitingly, her cunt glistening wetly. Her tits swelled up in round sweetness, nipples half an inch long and tingling in hardness.

"Well, Ben?" Julie urged.

"Mom, are you sure?" Ben asked, his voice coming out from high to low, cracking in a squeaking sound.

"I wouldn't ask you to if I wasn't," Julie said, moaning softly with anticipation. "Maybe you'll make me come again. It might be fun, and my pussy might come again."

"But the couch…"

"Fuck the couch!" Julie panted. "We can buy a new one."

Ben stood up, still unsure.

Julie gazed at her son's cock, trying to imagine what it would feel like when his hot piss sprayed onto her. Becky's eyes were enormous again as she watched, hot excitement glowing on her young, pretty face.

"Me you gonna really let him piss on you, Mother?" she asked.

"If he will," Julie replied.

Ben started grinning from ear to ear. "Okay, Mom," he said, taking hold of his cock. "But remember, you asked me piss on you. Don't get mad at me later."

A sob came from Julie's throat as she stared at the head of her son's cock. She gazed directly at his piss hole, anxious to see and feel his hot piss on her body. Ben stood before his mother, looking down at her hairy cunt.

"On your cunt, Mom?" he asked.

"Oooo, yes!" Julie whimpered. "On my cunt, Ben! Piss on Mother's cunt!"

Becky scooted close, her knees touching her mother's thighs, her eyes blazing with perverse excitement.

Ben, gaging softly with a slight embarrassment, shoved his hips forward a bit, and began to piss. The hot streaming of piss struck Julie's cunt. She groaned loudly as her son's hot piss splashed directly upon her knotted, distended, clit. She felt his piss burning on her cunt, and the rippling sensations of orgasm boiled deep inside.

"Ooooo, it's good!" Julie squealed, lifting her hips up to get her son's piss directly upon her pink, hair-lined cunt lips. "It's hot and good and I think I'm going to come, just like I thought I would!"

Becky was gurgling as she watched her brother pissing upon their mother's cunt. She rested a small hand on her mother's tit, her other hand moving along Julie's quivering stomach. Julie gave a low sob of ecstasy as her cunt convulsed. Trying to lift her hips and draw the hairy lips of her cunt open at the same time, she cried out with rapture.

Becky saw her mother's difficulty, and ran her small hands through the thick curls of pussy hair, parting her mother's cunt wide. The stream of hot piss boiled into Julie's cunt. The orgasms scared her pussy, and Julie fell over the arm of the couch, coming in powerful, ecstatic waves…

Julie lay in her bed alone.

The day had certainly been something, she thought. She lay on her side, looking out the window. She seldom pulled the drapes because she liked to look out at the night sky before she went to sleep. No one could peek in at her, unless they come sneaking along the side of the house, and they had no business there in the first place.

She didn't really care if someone did peek at her. In fact, she often fantasized about someone looking at her as she undressed and got ready for bed. It was a nice fantasy, but not one shared with her deceased husband. He had thought it was funny, but he'd had no desire to have a stranger watching him.