Kathy Andrews - What a susking mother!

"Sure. Don't we all?" Janey said. "It makes me feel good to tease the guys."

"And… women?"

"I didn't tease you, did I, Laura?"

Laura shook her head. "No, you certainly didn't."

"That's because I love being licked."

"Just licked?" Laura lifted her eyebrow. "That's all, just licked?"

"I think so," Janey said. "That's all I've done so far."

Laura looked at the girl, wondering who had licked that luscious cunt, but she didn't ask.

"My son will be home soon, I'm sure," she said, getting to her feet. "I better wash my face. He's a smart boy, and he'd know immediately where I've had it."

Janey bounced to her feet. "I'll come back later, Laura. It was you I really wanted to see anyway."

Before Laura could reply, Janey was gone.

Laura washed her face in her bathroom. She looked into the mirror, seeing a beautiful face there.

She had never eaten pussy before, yet she had willingly licked Janey's cunt. She had found the young girl irresistible, and she had shoved her face into that sweet cunt – not just eagerly, but hungrily.

There had been something about Janey that Laura had been unable to understand, an attraction she had never felt for a girl in her entire life. She wasn't sorry she had sucked that pussy, though – not a bit.

Laura had lovely dark hair, hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Her eyes, also dark, had a slight slant to them. She had full, sensual lips, and her neck was long. Her skin was unblemished, creamy the way Janey's was. Laura threw her shoulders back and looked critically at her tits. Nothing wrong with those, she thought.

There was nothing wrong with any part of her body. She could stand next to Janey any day, although there was about fifteen years' difference in their ages.

Laura lifted her skirt to her waist and looked at herself. She was wearing pantyhose, but no panties. The dark curls of her cunt showed clearly through the garment. Her hips were rounded – her thighs straight and full, yet slim. She twisted her neck and peered over her shoulder. Her ass was very shapely, still as firm as it had been when she was Janey's age. The ass cheeks were full, rounded in an enticing way.

Smoothing her skirt, she thought there was certainly nothing wrong with what she had. All the goodies were in place.

Leaving the bathroom, she realised today was the first time Janey had actually visited her home in well over a year. Janey and Mike had played together when they were children, but as they became teenagers, they had drifted apart, finding other friends. But Mike was infatuated with Janey now, and Laura could see why.

Janey might be a tease, she thought, but that exquisite little blonde was one hot ass!

She was still thinking of Janey when her son came home. She kissed his cheek, as she usually did when he returned. She didn't kiss him as often as she did during the school days, now that it was summer. He was in and out so much during summer.

"You're sweaty, honey," she said. "Why don't you go take a shower? I'll bring you something nice and cold to drink."

"That's a good idea, Mom," he said.

She watched him go down the hall, her eyes on his ass. Mike was in tight jeans, the uniform of boys his age. She had never really looked at her son before, not his body, anyway. She found herself excited, a warmth between her thighs that she had never felt when looking at him before.

Shrugging, she went to the kitchen to get him a soft drink. When she carried the frosted glass to the bathroom, she could see his blurred form behind the shower doors. It was hazy, with steam rising, but her eyes caught the way his cock was protruding. She trembled as she placed the glass on the sink.

"Here it is, honey," she said.

"Okay, Mom."

She stood and looked through the translucent glass doors, her eyes fixed upon the outline of his cock there. She knew her son had a hard-on, and she assumed he was remembering seeing Janey at the ice cream parlor.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Mike had placed his hand on his cock and it looked to her as if he were jacking off. She stood very still, very quietly, straining her eyes to see better. For a moment she thought he was washing his cock, but then his hand was moving too fast for that. He was actually jacking off, she realised, her mind burning with erotic thoughts. A stabbing, searing throb moved between her thighs, her cunt pulsing with a heat that was strong, the way it had when she sucked and licked Janey's young, tasty cunt.

Laura thought she would come, watching her son through those translucent doors.

She clutched her stomach as she tried to see his cock better, her nipple suddenly too sensitive for her bra and blouse. She was trying hard not to gasp, but one or two escaped from her lips.

She saw her son's hand hesitate on his cock then he began beating back and forth again, obviously jerking on his prick with a great deal of pleasure.

Laura could no longer stand there and watch him. She felt such a powerful urge to shove those damned doors open and grab his cock.

She moved into the hallway, leaning against the wall, her legs shaking and very weak. She stood there with her eyes closed, feeling the heat, the excitement in her pussy. Her eyes were closed, her nostrils flaring with desire.

She was not aware that the shower had stopped nor was she aware that her son had come out of the bathroom naked, dripping water on the carpet. She was not aware that he stood there looking at her, his cock still very hard and arching from his groin.

She felt his presence, though.

She opened her eyes and looked at Mike. His eyes were filled with hot desire, raking up and down his mother's body, seeing her swelling tits, her round hips. Laura could hardly breathe knowing something was about to happen, something they both suddenly wanted, yet feared.

She felt her son take her wrist, just as Janey had done. She felt her fingers on her son's cock, and Mike closed them around his prick. She felt her son's cock throbbing – felt the in tense hardness of it. She could not resist squeezing his prick, causing her son to moan with pleasure. Still looking into his young face, Laura moved her fist on his cock. She moved it slowly at first, then began to jack his cock faster, mewling softly, her hips twisting slightly. As she held her son's cock, jacking it, Mike brought his hands to her tits. His hands were wet, and she felt the dampness through her thin blouse. Mike squeezed his mother's tits, making Laura moan with pleasure.

Without a thought other than pleasure, Laura suddenly booked her other arm about her son's neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She pressed her hot wet lips against his, and kissed him strongly. She felt her son pressing his tongue into her mouth, and she began to suck it. Her fist tightened on his cock and she jerked frantically on it, eager to feel that hard prick. She felt her son's hands go down her back, and then he was feeling about her ass cheeks, working her skirt up.

"No," she moaned into his mouth. "Ohhh, no, please. We can't… oh, Mike!"

Her son groaned, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks through the pantyhose. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, licking and thrusting hungrily, tasting him, squirming her crotch toward his cock. She shoved her son's prick between her thighs and closed them tightly, jerking her hips, sliding her boiling cunt slit along that rigid, beautiful, throbbing cock shaft.

She felt her pantyhose being jerked down to her knees. She somehow got them off her feet, and she eagerly went to the floor of the hallway as her son pressed at her shoulders. She spread her legs widely, her son between them. Mike shoved his mother's skirt to her waist, and Laura grasped his cock with frantic fingers, pulling his hard-on to her boiling cunt.