Kathy Andrews - Mom_s three horny darlings

When Susan removed her hand, Bob kept rubbing his palm up and down his mother's crotch. Susan cupped his cock and balls, feeling them through his trunks. She gurgled as his cock started to swell again.

"That's enough," she whispered, petting his cock and balls, then removing his hand from between her creamy thighs.

Pamie and Billy were coming toward the hot tub. Susan's eyes raked across the front of Billy's trunks, searching for signs of his cock. She could see the puffy pouch of Pamie's cunt, and she began to dream up images of them naked, all of them, outside on the patio, using the hot tub, seeing each other and feeling and… fucking?

Susan was shook by the thought.

Fucking? With her sons and daughter? Taking her son's cock into her cunt, fucking him frantically, watching Pamie fuck her brothers? The image was so strong, Susan came again, stronger than before, a shuddering orgasm that almost frightened her. She didn't know enough about her children. Maybe they weren't as interested in sex as she was. Maybe they didn't care about such things. Maybe they wouldn't have anything to do with their mother that way, or with each other.

She watched Pamie and Billy slip into the hot tub. With all four in it, there wasn't much room. Maybe two more people could get in, but Susan had no intentions of using the tub for six people.

She felt her daughter's thigh brush hers as Pamie settled down, Billy on the other side. Almost immediately, she felt the movements under the water. She looked at her daughter and Billy. They looked so innocent, so sweet, yet Susan knew things were going on under the water. Pamie had rested her head on the deck, her honey blonde hair framing such a sweet, innocent face. Pamie turned her head toward her mother, smiling. Her sky-blue eyes looked different to Susan, and then she understood. Those young eyes appeared hot, almost glazed. Then she was sure of what was happening beneath the water. Billy was sighing happily, his eyes closed.

Pamie was jacking Billy off!

Susan knew that without a doubt.

Her pulse leaped and raced with excitement. The thought of reaching across her daughter's lap to make certain was strong, but she resisted. There was enough evidence in the way Pamie's shoulder moved.

Placing her hand between Bob's thighs, Susan cupped his balls and cock again. But Bob, no longer seeing any reason to be so secretive, slipped her hand under the leg of his trunks. Susan fondled and squeezed his balls, feeling his cock grow very hard. As she wrapped her fist about his cock once again, she felt his hand sneaking up between her thighs. With a shiver, Susan opened he legs to give him access to her crotch.

This is crazy, she told herself. Here I am, sitting in this hot tub, jacking one of my sons, letting him feel me up, while my daughter is jacking the cock of my youngest son. And look at us! Each trying to keep it concealed from the other! Insanity, that's what it is, sheer insanity.

Bob rubbed at his mother's cunt, pressing hard, and Susan began to grind at his palm slowly. She clung to his hard cock with tightness, moving her fist up and down, wondering if she could make Bob come off again. In her mind, she was watching Pamie's small fist jacking on Billy's cock, and the image increased the fiery heat between her thighs.

All four were leaning their heads on the deck now, pretending nothing was happening.

Then she heard the choking gasp from Billy, accompanied by a giggle from Pamie. With slitted eyes, Susan saw Billy's come juice float up in strings. She had not been wrong Pamie had jacked Billy off. With her breath held in, she jerked her fist swiftly on Bob's throbbing cock and felt him spurt in rapid, spewing spasms. She had made him come off again, and as he came, his hand rubbed fast and hard at her cunt. Susan couldn't stop the whimper as she tame, couldn't stop the grinding motion of her hips. Her eyes rolled in her head, every part of her body seeming to explode with an amazingly sweet orgasm.

She realized Pamie and her brother were looking strangely at her. Bob was relaxed with a big grin on his face. The come juice floated on the surface of the water, giving mute evidence to what she and Pamie had done for Bob and Billy.

No one mentioned it, and after a while Susan felt she had to get away from them, think this over, figure out where it would lead.

"I've had enough," she said, climbing from the tub. She stood a moment, looking down at them, then turned.

"Wait a minute, Mom," Bob called.

He climbed from the tub and she felt his hands at her ass. Her breath caught as she felt him adjusting the bottom of her bikini. She realized it had drawn into the crack of her ass, with both cheeks showing, in view of her children. She trembled at Bob's touch, then he was gone. Without looking back at them, she entered the house and went straight to her bedroom, not caring that she dripped water all the way through the house.

Her huge bedroom window looked out over the patio, and she stood there, looking at her sons and daughter. She peeled her halter off, dropping it on the carpet. Her tits stood out, dark-pink nipple straining upward. She untied the strings at her hips, and let the bikini bottom fall to her feet. She stood nakedly, running her hands over her body as she gazed at Pamie and the boys. They didn't seem to be doing much except talking, so she turned toward the wall mirror.

Susan retained her youthful look. She had dark-brown hair that shined from many thrashings, round dark eyes, a full pouting mouth. She was slender with creamy smooth flesh. Her tits stood high and wide on her chest, as firm as they had been as a teen. They were perfectly round, arching to points. Her waist was small, her hips flaring. Her legs were very long, slim and satiny to the touch. The bush of her cunt hair was a flawless triangle, thick and curly, with a very fine line leading to het dimpled belly button. Her ass was round and firm, the cheeks swelling out very beautifully, enticingly smooth, with a very deep, tantalizing split.

Naked, she stood before her window again, looking out at Pamie and the boys. They were involved in some horseplay now, but it looked innocent enough to her.

She pulled a terry cloth wraparound from the closet and draped her nakedness. She caught a movement in the window and watched Pamie and the boys get out of the hot tub. Each boy seemed to have a hard-on. Pamie's bikini bottom clung to her, crawling into the crack of her ass, both sweet asscheeks fully exposed as if she wore nothing at all. She didn't seem the least bit ashamed or modest.

Susan felt her cunt respond with a hot lurch. Going buck through the house, she met Pamie and Billy as they entered. They smiled at her, going past without speaking. Billy's cock had been straining against his shorts, she saw, and she turned to watch them walking away. Pamie had not pulled her bikini bottom from the crack of her ass, and Susan stared. She had not realized her daughter had such a lowly little ass.

Walking out onto the patio; she adjusted a redwood lounge and then rested back on it. Bob was sitting at the round table with a colorful umbrella over it. He sat in a straddle, his knees on each side of the bench.

Susan's eyes went straight to his crotch, looking openly. She saw a hint of his balls, and that sent shivers up and down her spine. She crossed her ankles, noticing the wraparound parted almost to her crotch. She didn't care; all of them had seen her legs plenty of times. But she was naked under the wraparound. An inch or so more and Bob would have seen her cunt. Susan didn't care if he did. The palm of her right hand seemed to itch, and the imprint of his hard cock seemed burned there.

Bob's eyes glowed upon his mother's exposed thighs, and Susan loved it. Even his eyes seemed to heat up her flesh. She crossed her hands on her stomach, the checks of her ass clenching on the pad. Her eyes went from his face to his crotch, peeking past the leg of his trunks, seeing his young balls. The heat in her pussy increased, and she felt herself becoming wet.