Kathy Andrews - Flasher mom

"You wanna?"

"I guess so… if you're sure your mother isn't home."

Tommy was holding Cathy's naked hips, watching her ass wiggle around as if searching for the swollen head of his cock. Tommy gripped his prick, bringing his cock head to her pink, puffy cunt. Karen saw her son slip his cock into Cathy's pussy, making the girl gurgle with steamy desire.

"Oooo, you're gonna really do it to me, Tommy!"

Tommy was already fucking his cock into her tight cunt. He held her hips as he fucked as deep as he could. Cathy was making soft wailing sounds, wiggling her ass about, arching up and down, trying to meet his rhythm.

Karen watched and rubbed at the crotch of her shorts, glad she was not wearing panties. She found it very exciting to see those two young ones fucking in the sunlight near the pool.

Her suspicions of Cathy being a hot little piece of ass were proven true. A girl who would grab a guy's cock many times was a little tease, but Cathy wasn't. She had been grabbing at Tommy's cock to entice him into fucking her, Karen now knew. Her slight struggle and mild protest had been for show only.

Tommy's ass pumped back and forth. Karen couldn't see his cock fucking into that sweet cunt now, but it was a thrill to watch them in this side view. Cathy humped her ass back against Tommy, squealing and gurgling, her head hanging down, hair swirling on the grass as Tommy fucked against her hot little ass.

Karen was so aroused by watching her son fucking the little Cathy that she had unzipped her shorts and shoved her hand into them, rubbing at her cunt.

Watching her son pull his cock from the girl's pussy, she almost came. Tommy's cock gleamed wetly in the sun as he sat on the grass. Cathy rolled onto her side, gazing at Tommy. It was difficult to tell by her expression what she was thinking. Her eyes were almost sad, Karen thought. It didn't make sense because she had obviously enjoyed being fucked.

A while later, Cathy removed her halter, exposing her pink tits. Karen watched the girl stand up. Tommy stared up at Cathy, puzzled. Cathy said something that Karen didn't hear, and she stood a long time, facing Tommy. Cathy was truly exquisite as she stood in the hot sun, her lovely little body naked. Two white strips of smooth skin stood out against her golden tan. As young as the girl was, she was still an appealing little creature. Her tits were very small, with tiny nipples.

"We shouldn't have done that, Tommy," Karen heard the girl say. "I'm too young."

"We're about the same age," Tommy replied.

"Boys are different," Cathy said, confusing Tommy even more.

"Then why did you take your top off, Cathy?"

"So you could see me this way," the girl replied. "I wanted you to because… because I won't be coming over anymore."

"Aw, Cathy, why not?"

"I said we shouldn't have done that, and if I come over again, I know we'll do it again. And I'm too young to be doing things like that."

Karen was confused as her son. She didn't understand Cathy. She knew the little girl had enjoyed being fucked by Tommy, but now Cathy was acting as if she had been wronged. Tommy wasn't looking at Cathy now, but down between his legs. His cock, which had started getting hard again, now seemed to wilt.

"We won't have to do it anymore," Tommy said. "We can just swim and talk!"

"It won't work," Cathy said. "I'll see your cock sticking out and grab it, and next thing I know, you'll be shoving it in me. And I won't be able to stop you."

"Why not, Cathy?"

"Because… because I liked it too much."

"I did, too," Tommy said.

Karen understood what Cathy was saying. She was telling Tommy she wanted to fuck him again, that she loved fucking so much that she wouldn't be able to stop him anymore. Cathy, it seemed, had a great deal of insight at her young age. She knew, or at least thought, she was insatiable and felt it necessary to stop fucking now, before she could not control the urge again.

Karen had gone through a phase very similar to Cathy's when she had been a young girl, but she had let her erotic urges go, had taken delight in them. Cathy, obviously, was afraid of the things she felt.

She watched Cathy replace her bikini, preparing to leave. Tommy looked so sad that Karen decided it was time for her to get out and join them. She opened the door to see her son scrambling for his trunks, jerking them up. Cathy's face flushed as she saw Karen coming out near the pool.

"Hi, Mrs. Morgan," she said in her sweet, respectful voice. "I didn't know you were home."

"Just got here," Karen lied. "How's the water, kids?"

"Wet and warm," Tommy said. "You gonna go in, Mother?"

"I don't have my suit on," Karen said, mussing her son's hair. She was standing between her son and the pool. Before she knew it, she was under water. When she came up, sputtering, Tommy was there, laughing.

"See, wet and warm, Mother," he said.

"Why, you little…" She didn't finish, because Cathy had shoved Tommy into the pool. She felt her son grab her legs under the water, then his hands were on her ass and between them, feeling her up. When he bobbed up, he was laughing.

"I'm gonna get you for that, Cathy!" he shouted, climbing from the pool, chasing after Cathy, who was now giggling.

Karen climbed out, dripping. Her halter and white shorts had, with the wetness, become transparent. Her tits and nipples could be seen as though through glass, and the dark triangle of her cunt was exposed through her soaked shorts. She stood with her legs open, hands on hips, watching her son trying to toss Cathy in to the pool on the other side.

The play stopped when Tommy and Cathy saw Karen. Tommy, like the boy he was, snickered when he saw his mother. Cathy didn't know what to do or say. Karen remained as she was, letting them look at her, knowing what they could see, not caring that Cathy saw her. Finally she turned and stretched out on a soft lounge. She left her legs apart and, glancing at Cathy, knew the girl was having a hard time keeping her eyes off her.

Then, without a word, Cathy picked up her towel and left by the back gate, glancing back at Karen.

"I think she's pissed, Mother," Tommy said, walking around the pool sitting at the foot of the lounge, one hand on her leg between her knee and ankle.

"She's not pissed off, honey, just mad, maybe," Karen said, "or afraid of herself."

"Why should she be mad?"

"She saw how you looked at me, and she was jealous."

"Why afraid?"

"Because she wants to fuck and don't want to fuck, if that makes any sense to you."

"Well, kinda," Tommy said, sliding his hand up her leg to her knee.

Karen shivered happily as his hand moved over her knee and started up her thigh. A glance at the front of his shorts told her his cock was getting hard. She spread her legs farther apart. Her shorts were soaked clear through, and the slit of her cunt was almost visible. The dark hair of her pussy was outlined, and her son stared there. He stroked her thigh as they fell silent.

"You're getting a hard-on, Tommy," she whispered after a while.

"I know," he replied. "I guess we better go in the house, huh?"

"Why?" she queried.

"Because I need some pussy, I think."

"You think?" Karen teased. "You're not sure?"

"I'm sure." He grinned, scooting his hand between his mother's thighs and cupping her cunt. "At least my cock is sure."

"Unzip me," she murmured.

She twisted to present her back to him, and his fingers tugged the zipper down. On her back again, she lifted her ass.

"Pull my shorts off," she said.

Tommy pulled his mother's shorts down her thighs and off her feet. As he was doing this, she untied her halter and tossed it to the grass. Leaning back again, legs wide, she watched her son gaze between them as if he had never seen her cunt before. His cock was standing up inside his shorts.