Kathy Andrews - Mom_s three horny darlings

Wearing her tiniest bikini, Susan Carter slumped with hot water swirling and bubbling about her neck. The hot tub was one of her better investments, she thought. With her eyes closed, head tilted to the sun, she opened her legs to feel the water swirling between them.

Her thigh touched that of her son, Bob.

Again, as it had happened before, she felt something like an electrical shock against her flesh. She tingled at the point of contact. She moaned softly, almost lazily, as the lips of her pussy twitched. The swelling of her clit seemed squashed inside the tight crotch of her bikini, but the sensation felt so very good.

The water was very clear, and if it had not been swirling and bubbling, it would have been transparent. But sh didn't need to see that her son was jacking off. She could feel the movement of his thigh against hers, and a peek at Bob's face revealed what he thought was his secret.

It amused Susan, knowing Bob jacked off every time they were in the tub together, his legs touching hers. But it excited her, too. She had wanted to grab his cock in her hand, finish it for him, but so far she hadn't had the courage. It wasn't because she worried what Bob would think of her. He loved her very much, as did her other son, Billy, and her pretty daughter, Pamie. What worried her most was the fact she might not be able to turn his cock loose once she had his prick in her hand.

Peeking through slitted eyes, she saw Pamie and Billy sitting a few feet away, sipping Cokes. Billy, like Bob, wore boxer trunks with wide legs. But Billy's back was toward her. Pamie sort of slumped in her redwood chair, knees wide apart. Susan's eyes moved up between Pamie's slim, smooth thighs. She gazed at the tightness of her daughter's bikini crotch, Pamie's cunt seemed to puff outward sweetly, with a visible indentation of her cunt slit. The tiny halter barely cupped those sugary little titties, and Pamie's nipples were uninhibitedly pointed against the fabric. They were small tits, but flawlessly shaped, firm, just enough to fill a hand.

With her mind turning toward erotic delights, Susan looked out over the valley. The house sat almost on the peak of a medium-sized hill, and at night they could see the lights of the village. It was a beautiful area, and Susan had purchased it a few months after her husband died.

It was early spring, yet the weather was almost like the middle of summer. The sun was very hot, boiling down on the raised deck where the hot tub was located.

Susan felt Bob's thigh pressing a little harder against hers, and she peeked at his face again. He was resting his head on the deck, eyes closed, making very soft sounds of self-induced pleasure. She watched his face a moment, feeling her tits swell in the tight cups of her halter. Her cunt was throbbing now. She rested her right hand on her son's thigh and heard a soft gasp come from him. But he was so involved in pleasure, he didn't stop jerking on his cock.

Susan trembled with desire, wanting to hold his cock badly. The palm of her hand started itching, and she couldn't resist sliding her palm a bit higher on his thigh. She had not been fucked for almost a year, and Susan was not the type of woman to go so long without a cock. She was extremely erotic, came easily, and thought fucking was the greatest of all the world's pleasures.

She made no pretense of what she was doing. She wanted Bob to know she was doing this deliberately. She wanted him to know she was aware that he was jacking off. Moving her palm slowly, she stroked his thigh, sliding her fingers back and forth on the inner surface of his leg. Bob paused for just a moment with his fist movements, glancing at his mother. Susan returned his stare, her smoldering eyes sparkling.

Bob started jerking off again.

But stroking his young thigh only made Susan's cunt throb all the more. With her eyes hot on his, she widened her smile and moved her hand higher on his thigh. Bob groaned softly, scooting his ass forward on the bench. Susan felt the leg of his trunks and dragged a fingertip along it. Now she could feel movement, and she let out a soft whimper. If she was ever going to grab her son's cock, she told herself, now was the time.

Sliding her fingers underneath the leg of his trunks, she watched Bob's eyes turn glassy. The tips of her fingers touched his balls, and Bob grunted.

"Baby," Susan whispered very softly. "Oh, Bobby!"

She gripped his balls, pressing her thigh against his. She pulled her hand from his trunks and slipped it over his fist. She squeezed his fist hard about his cock, then shoved his hand away. Closing her fingers around his cock, she gasped with excitement. His prick throbbed so hotly in her fist and was so beautifully hard. Bob gazed at her as she squeezed his cock and started pumping up and down.

"Shhh," she said, nodding her head toward his brother and sister. "Be very quiet, baby."

Bob lifted his hips, trying to fuck his mother's fist. But Susan started jacking him faster, and all he could do was lean on the deck, holding his hips up as she jacked faster with a tight fist. He began to breathe with short, gasping sounds, still staring into his mother's strangely hotlooking eyes.

Susan's cunt throbbed painfully, her clit so swollen she wondered why it didn't burst through the crotch of her bikini. She was certain, that if she stood up, her clit would be closed her fist tight on her son's cock, squeezing as she jerked up and down. She released his cock for just a brief moment, sliding her hand into his trunks and squeezing his full balls, then gripped his hard cock again, pounding up and down swiftly and tightly. Bob began to make strangling sounds, his hips twisting now. His cock seemed to become larger, longer, and harder. Knowing he was about to come, Susan beat at his cock almost in a frenzy.

Her lips were close to his ear, and she began to whisper. "Come, Bob. Let it go, baby. Don't try and hold it back. Let yourself come."

And come he did.

Susan stopped jacking her son, wrapping her palm about the smooth head of his cock, feeling the boiling come juice splash into her palm. She mewled softly, her cunt starting to convulse in a sweet orgasm. She continued to hold his cock after he came, watching the strings of come juice float through the swirling water. She stabbed the tip of her tongue into his ear, then giggled in a lewd way.

"Better?" she whispered.

Bob nodded, a grin spread across his young face. Susan tucked his cock back into his trunks, and they sat close, holding hands. Susan glanced again at Billy and Pamie, wondering if they knew what he had done. But they weren't paying any attention to her and Bob. Again she looked between the slender thighs of her daughter, running her tongue over her lips.

"Did you like that, Bob?" she whispered in her son's car.

Bob nodded, still grinning.

"Mmmm, so did I," she admitted, and pulled his hand onto her thigh.

She spread his fingers out on her thigh and moved his palm up and down. A shiver shot through her as she pulled her son's hand between her legs. Before she could change her mind, she opened her legs very wide, and pulled her son's palm into her crotch, pressing hard upon her cunt.

Bob gasped again as he felt the heat of his mother's cunt burning through the very thin fabric, so hot he thought his palm would blister. He looked at his mother, and Susan was grinning lewdly at him.

She drew his palm up and down her crotch a few times, twisting her hips. "Ooooo, nice," she murmured. "Do you like to feel me, baby?"

Bob nodded.