Kathy Andrews - Mom_s loving ways

Denise missed Kathy. Robert talked constantly about the old days and the abandoned house. It never failed to excite Denise, listening to him describe the things they had done there. But then Robert invited a girl, who worked in the same plant with him, home one evening, Immediately Denise showed jealousy. She went along with Robert, making a threesome that night with the girl. She performed whatever Robert wanted, but it wasn't the same. She missed Kathy.

But when Denise introduced Robert to a young boy who delivered the newspapers to them, telling Robert she wanted both of them in bed with her, that she wanted to fuck the two of them, Robert balked. He started showing his selfishness, demanding that Denise find willing girls, but insisting there would be no other men or boys in bed with them.

The arguments began. Denise wanted men in bed with them as much as he wanted girls. Robert continued to refuse.

Life became unbearable with him and his selfishness. By the time Denise was twenty, she was divorced and living alone with two children.

Free of her marriage, Denise would fuck any man showing interest in her. And there were many men. She was tall and slender and beautiful, and extremely sexy. A few times she had fucked three men at the same time, but she began to find that most men, like her husband, were possessive and wanted to be the only one in her life although wanting other women at the same time.

Denise wanted no more of that. If that was the way men were, she would remain single, raise her son and daughter, and take what came by. She was a free spirit, cheerful and friendly to everyone, and her sex life remained discreet.

Denise shut out the memories, turning onto her side, drawing her knees up, She thought of what she had done with her son only an hour or so ago. She was still surprised at Robert's eagerness to touch her, to be touched by her, at his hungry mouth on her tits, his hand rubbing her crotch.

Denise looked out the window into the night. There was something strange with all those boys on the basketball team, and the girls bouncing around at the other end of the gym, and the little girl flashing her cunt as she leaped into the air.

There had been something familiar about the girl. Alice, her children called her. Cindy seemed closer to the girl called Alice than the other girls. Cindy and Alice sat together, giggling, pointing at various boys who raced about the court. Cindy had never mentioned knowing a girl called Alice before, not that Denise could remember. Yet, Cindy seemed more friendly toward Alice than any of the other girls on the team.

Cupping her hand between her thighs, her fingers curled into her cunt, Denise let her mind return to her son, and to his cock, of rubbing it and making him come in his pants. She knew, with startling clarity, that Robert was going to fuck her. He was going to fuck her and it was going to happen soon. He was going to shove his cock up her hairy cunt and fuck her good, feed her starving pussy with come juice.

And she was ready.

Denise was ready to fuck her son…

The next morning, as Cindy prepared for school, Denise found her son still in bed.

"What's wrong with your brother, Cindy?" she asked over her morning coffee.

"He said he didn't feel good," Cindy replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think he's lying, though."

"Why?"

"Because of last night, Mother," Cindy replied, her long-lashed eyes twinkling.

"Oh, that," Denise muttered. "We… I don't know what happened."

Cindy gazed boldly at her mother. "You know what happened, Mother. You rubbed Robert off, that's what you did!"

"Cindy!" Denise gulped. "That isn't very nice."

"You thought it was," Cindy giggled. "You wouldn't have done it if you didn't." Cindy glanced at her mother's tits. Denise wore a sleeveless white blouse, her nipples straining against it, outlined with the darker shade where they pressed. "You know, Mother, you have beautiful tits."

Denise gasped.

"Robert sure was sucking them last night." Cindy giggled again. "He was sucking your tits like no tomorrow. Did it feel good, Mother?"

"Did what feel good?"

"Robert sucking your tits and feeling you up," Cindy said, still giggling.

"Cindy!" Denise tried to pour anger in her voice, but failed miserably. "You shouldn't say such things."

"But it's true," Cindy said. "I saw him sucking your tit and he had his hand on your pussy, Mother. You know I saw it."

For a long moment, Denise sat still, her coffee cup shaking in her hand as she stared at her daughter. There wasn't much she could say in defense of herself. Cindy had seen them, saw what they were doing. For the first time since that old empty house when she was a little girl, Denise felt herself blushing.

Trying to change the subject, she asked:

"This girl last night, the one naked under her costume, Alice?"

"What about her, Mother?"

"She looks familiar to me," Denise said. "Do you know who her mother is, Cindy?"

"Not the last name, but I think her first name is Kathy," Cindy said, seemingly reluctant to supply even this much information.

"This Kathy… have you seen her?"

Cindy nodded, lowering her eyes.

"Tall, slim, with dark hair and almond-shaped eyes?"

Again Cindy nodded, not volunteering any more information. Cindy was trying to hide something, Denise thought. But why was Cindy so reluctant to talk about Alice's mother? But it couldn't be the same Kathy she had known so many years ago.

"I'd like to meet her," Denise said.

Cindy jerked, her eyes darting to her mother. "You mean Alice?"

"I mean this Kathy," Denise said, noticing the cloudy expression in Cindy's eyes. Cindy, she thought, didn't want her to meet the woman for some reason.

And that, Denise thought, was all the more reason for her to meet the woman. Even if it wasn't the same Kathy of long ago, Denise wanted to find out why Cindy was trying to conceal information.

The boys not wearing jocks during practice, letting their cocks be exposed, and the cute little Alice, naked under her already revealing cheerleading costume, and now this mysterious woman called Kathy. There was definitely something strange here, Denise told herself. She remembered there had been no coach at the practice sessions, and those practices she had not attended both Cindy and Robert came home well after midnight.

After Cindy had skipped off to school, Denise bathed. She had not yet checked on her son; knowing very well he wasn't ill. She had a hunch why he was staying home, and her hunch sent waves of anticipation rippling through her creamy flesh. She wondered why her son had so willingly touched her, letting her rub his cock.

The more she tied things together, the more suspicious she became of the basketball team, the cheerleaders, Robert and Cindy, Alice and the mystery woman, Kathy.

Stepping from her tub, she dried her lovely body until her skin gleamed. She brushed her hair and dabbed perfume to strategic areas of her body, then with a naughty grin, she put some between her thighs. There was no need to be subtle, she thought. Robert had been too willing last night for her to play little teasing games with him. And if her hunch was right, he would have her naked in no time anyway.

Pulling a pair of bikini panties on, she adjusted the crotch about her cunt. Her tits stood up firm and shapely, needing no support. Her tits were already swollen; she gave them a pinch, pulling and twisting them gently.

Her clit felt ready to burst, her cunt becoming very wet. There was a heat in and around her cunt that she had not felt in some time. She walked into the hall. When her children were in school, Denise enjoyed being naked or wearing just panties about the house, but this time there was a definite erotic atmosphere that she had never felt when alone.