Kathy Andrews - Mom_s three horny darlings

When her son's cock stopped spurting, she slumped forward on the bed, gasping heavily.

Her legs parted, hanging over. Bob, his own legs shaking, stood there and watched his mother's creamy, naked ass shivering. The cunt hair could be seen, and it looked to him as if her cunt was seeping a milky thick come juice. Her asscheeks clenched, flexed, and Susan was moaning as she ground her still-tingling cunt into the mattress.

Slowly, Susan turned onto her back, leaving her legs wide open. She grinned happily at her son. She started opening and closing her legs, squeezing her thighs against her cunt. She ran a hand down her quivering stomach, through the thick curls of her pussy, then gently rubbed a finger at her clit.

"Was I good, Bob?" she asked in a low voice. "Am I a good fuck? Do you like me?"

Bob nodded his head, still panting.

"Am I good enough for you to want me again? Am I hot enough for you?"

"Wow!" Bob managed. "You're the best, Mom."

She giggled and sat up. "How do you know I'm the best?" she asked, cupping his cock and balls lovingly, fondling tenderly. "Just how many girls have you been sticking this sweet cock into?"

Bob hesitated, not knowing if he should answer.

But Susan pulled at his wet cock, a low, husky laugh coming from her, giving him the answer.

"Is your sister the only one?"

A flush came over his face as he nodded. Again Susan laughed. "Don't be ashamed of fucking Pamie," she whispered, rubbing the head of his cock around her tits, poking her nipples at his piss hole. "And don't be ashamed of fucking me."

Bob's face lit up. "It's okay, Mom?"

"Okay, my ass," she said, pulling, stretching his cock. "I think it's great!"

Susan found it odd that the evening passed without mention of the day.

Things seemed no different during the evening than they had always been. Pamie watched television, her brothers reading. The only one who seemed excited was Susan. Surely Bob had told Billy and Pamie.

Yet there was no indication from any of them. Susan bathed and climbed into her bed, still wondering.

Bob and Billy had been fucking their sister for a couple of weeks, Bob had told her. But surely they must have been doing a little feeling before that. It could have been going on for a very long time, she decided.

Bob, the oldest, seemed the most shy. Pamie, in the middle, had never so much as hinted she had an erotic side to her bubbling, friendly personality. Billy, the youngest, was much more bolder than his older brother. She wondered who had initiated this fucking, then realized it didn't matter. What did matter was they were fucking, making Susan's wild, erotic imaginings come true.

All three were one year apart in ages, all three still in school. Bob would graduate someday, though, and be going off to college. That would leave her with Billy and Pamie, then Pamie would go oft and finally Billy. She would be alone then. Susan didn't want to think about that.

The next morning, as Billy and Pamie dressed for school, Susan found Bob still in bed. She entered quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him sleep. She had dressed in a becoming house dress, low at the tits, tight at her waist, then flaring around her hips. She pressed a hand to his forehead. It woke Bob up. He grinned up at his mother, his eyes shining.

"Aren't you going to school today?" she asked softly, resting her hand on his stomach through the sheet.

"I can't, Mom," he said.

"Why not?"

"I think I'm disabled."

"Come on." She grinned at him. "There's nothing wrong with you. Get your ass out of bed."

"No, it's true," he said. "I have this stiffness."

"Where?"

He took his mother's hand and placed it on his cock. She felt it throbbing beneath the sheet, then grinned at him as she squeezed. "You do have a stiff, or should I give you a hard-on?"

"That's why I can't go to school, Mom."

She pulled the sheet down, seeing his cock standing up very hard. The head of his prick was swollen, his piss hole flaring and already dripping. She pumped a few times, saying softly: "That's easily fixed, you know. All I have to do is get on it, and, before you know it, it's gone, nice and soft and no one will ever know how hard it was."

"But it might get hard again, at school," he teased, putting his hand on her knee just under her skirt.

"I didn't think about that," she gurgled.

"Maybe you better stay home today."

He slipped his hand up her thigh, beneath her dress. Susan watched, enjoying the way he felt her up. She opened her legs when his fingers touched her panties.

"Not much to feel, is there? Just a pair of panties."

"Nice, though."

Susan looked at his cock as he rubbed at the crotch of her panties. The head was very swollen, very smooth, and the clear fuck juices excited her. She ran her fist to the base of her son's cock, then with tight fingers, drew it up. His piss hole opened wide, a copious amount of clear liquid forming there.

"Bob, has anyone ever kissed your cock?"

"Kissed my cock?" he asked, shaking his head. "No."

"Not even Pamie?"

"We just fuck. Mom, that's all."

"And you don't come in her little cunt, either, do you?"

"She said not to."

"I wonder why?" Susan said, jacking up and down on his cock watching the head and shaft become smeared by the dripping fuck juices. "Did she say?"

"No, it's just the way we fuck."

"Don't you want to come in her little pussy?"

"Sometimes it's hard to jerk out in time, Mom."

Susan chuckled. "So that's why you say I'm a good fuck, because I let you come in me?"

"Yeah!" he grunted, fucking his cock into her fist.

They were silent for a while, with Susan gazing at his cock. Bob's hand rested between her thighs. Susan shivered and pulled in a deep breath of air. Suddenly she dipped her face, pressing her moist lips to the head of her son's cock. Bob gasped, his eyes shooting wide as he watched.

Susan had intended only to kiss the head of his cock, but the familiar heat, the wet fuck juices seeping from his pies hole forced her to open her lips, sliding them around the smooth cockhead. Her husband had loved to be sucked, and Susan found a hot, hard, throbbing cock in her mouth a treat. She lapped her tongue over her son's seeping piss hole, tasting those fuck juices. A fire started in her cunt and she slipped her lips lower, thrilling at the stretching sensation, the way Bob's cock filled her mouth. She held half his cock between her lips, sucking gently, her tongue twisting, then she pulled up, smacking her lips as his cock came free.

"You like that?" she whispered, pumping his cock again.

"Wow, Mom!" he groaned. "That was good. Your mouth was hot and wet, and when you sucked up, I thought I would come."

Susan pulled his band from under her skirt, patted his full balls lovingly, then stood up.

"Later," she promised. "Right now you have breakfast. You can stay home from school, though."

She reached the door when her son called her. She looked over her shoulder at him, saw him gripping his cock hard.

"Don't you dare jack off," she said. "I want everything you have, but after breakfast."

Teasingly, she jutted her ass out toward him, jerking her skirt to her waist. She pulled her panties into the crack of her ass, then shook her ass at him.

"Do that again, Mom, and I'm gonna come," he laughed.

"As I said, don't you dare." She smoothed her skirt down and left him.

Bob ate, then showered. Susan went onto the patio. It was already hot, the sun burning through the trees. She rested on a lounge, drinking coffee. Her body was scrubbed dean, with a light but enticing scent. She was glad Bob was staying home. Yesterday had unleashed the hunger of her body, a hunger dormant by design. She had not wanted to date, pick up men, or anything since her husband had passed on. She couldn't remember when her thoughts had turned to her two boys and daughter, but it no longer mattered. Bob was fucking her now, and Susan knew it would only be a matter of time before her youngest son would have his cock up her cunt. She wasn't sure what to do with her daughter, and, when the thought came to her, she shoved it aside with a faint blush on her pretty face.