Kathy Andrews - My red-hot mom

Linda gasped, lifting her hips and spreading her legs wide for Sarah.

Almost sitting on her mother's face, Sarah churned her hot, tight ass down hard. Linda stabbed her tongue in and out of Sarah's hot tightness, her chin pressing against her daughter's seeping cunt. She felt Sarah's asshole clinging to her tongue with flexing motions as she fucked into it rapidly.

Squealing with intense ecstasy, Sarah began to bang her ass up and down on her mother's face, and Linda probed her tongue in and out of Sarah's asshole. Their squeals became louder, the grinding more frantic. Sarah's fingers made juicy sounds as she plunged them deep into her mother's hairy cunt.

"I'm gonna do it again, Mother!"

Linda felt the contractions of her daughter's orgasm as Sarah's asshole began to suck at her buried tongue. She kept fucking in and out wildly as her daughter came. But then she felt a lot of wetness. Hot wetness was running along her chin, down her neck to her tits. Sarah was still squealing with orgasm, so Linda kept her face and mouth tight to her daughter's hot ass.

"Ohhhhh, Mother!" Sarah moaned, lifting from her mother's face. "That was so good! I didn't think it would ever stop?"

She stood on shaking legs, turning toward her mother. She started to smile, then let out a soft gasp and clutched her cunt with both hands.

"Oh, I didn't mean… I didn't know I was – ohhhh!"

Sarah whirled, running from the room and to the hall bathroom.

Linda sat on the floor, resting against the bed, looking down at her wet tits. Her daughter, out of her intense excitement and need to pee, had pissed over her chin and tits as she came.

For a moment, Linda didn't know what to make of it, then she began to laugh softly to herself. She ran her hands over her tits, smearing the piss over her flesh, her nipples. She could not be angry at Sarah. She probably could not help herself. She didn't want Sarah to be embarrassed, ashamed. Linda stood up and walked over to her daughter.

Sarah sat on the toilet, her face in her hands. Hugging her daughter, Linda stroked her, trying to soothe her daughter.

"It's okay, baby," she said softly. "Please, it's okay."

"But it isn't, Mom!" Sarah sobbed. "Now you won't do it to me anymore. You won't play with me ever again."

"Yes I will, Sarah," Linda replied. "Mother will always play with you. It's okay, baby."

"But I… I peed on you, Mother!" Linda lifted Sarah's chin, lifting her daughter's tear-stained face, looking into those young eyes.

"Yes, you did, but… I can't believe I'm saying this, but, Sarah, I liked it!"

"You did?"

Linda nodded. "I loved it… so hot, so wet, on my neck and titties. Yes, I loved the feeling."

"Then you will play with me again, Mother?"

"I will, but right now I wish you'd get up and let me sit down there before I piss down my fucking legs."

What she had done with her daughter had surprised Linda, but not her behavior. The one thing about it that did concern her, but not overly so, was when Sarah had pissed over her chin and tits. It had not been done deliberately, she knew. The thing about it that bothered Linda was that she had enjoyed it. Sarah's piss had been so warm and wet on her flesh, almost as good as when Bobby had came over her thigh that first time.

For a few days, Linda found herself dividing her attentions between her son and daughter. She would fuck Bobby, or suck his hot cock off, only to find Sarah coming to her with her little cunt swollen and aching again, wanting her mother to rub it and give her relief. Sometimes they would rub their cunts together, and sometimes Linda would use her fingers to bring Sarah to orgasm.

And Sarah, so sweet and precious, would return the favor. Her small hands were so gentle on her body, so feathery light, that it seldom took Linda more than a few minutes before she was coming.

Sarah had not pissed on her again, but each time they were together, Linda had waited anxiously for it to happen. She could not bring herself to ask Sarah to do it.

Linda lay in bed, the house quiet, trying to imagine what it would feel like if her daughter would press her head between those satiny thighs, push that wet cunt hard against her mouth, holding her that way while she tongued and licked and sucked her daughter to orgasm. Such thoughts gave her a hot, melting feeling, her inner thighs feeling fiery.

She lay on her back with her legs spread wide apart, trying to cool the steamy heat of her cunt.

Running her hand through the soft hair of her pussy, Linda fondled her cunt. It felt drenched with juices. Her clit bulged, as if vibrating with need. She could hardly touch it, it was so sensitive. She wanted things done to her, wild, wicked things. She wanted Bobby, Sarah… either of them to do lewd things to her body, to give her pleasure.

As if by some mysterious message passed through the walls of the bedroom, Linda saw her son entering her room.

"Mom, I can't sleep."

Linda sat up and turned on her bedside lamp. "I know," she said softly. "I'm having trouble, too."

Bobby sat on the side of her bed, looking at his mother's tits. They were almost spilling from her nightgown, her nipples pressing at the thin material.

"Mom, I broke my promise, kinda," he said softly.

"How? Which promise?" Linda took his hand and placed it on her thigh.

"I peeked at Sarah tonight when she was in the bathtub," Bobby said. "I didn't mean to, but the door was open partway, and when I went past, she was there in the tub, and I looked."

Linda pulled him against her tits, wrapping her arms around him. "That wasn't breaking your promise. You couldn't help but peck if the door was open." She stroked his back, feeling excitement swell hotter inside her. "What did you see?"

Bobby nuzzled into his mother's tits. "I saw her little titties."

"Pretty, aren't they?"

Bobby looked up at her. "You've seen them, too, Mom?"

Linda began to tremble. She nodded. "Yes, I've seen them."

Bobby became excited, clasping her tit. "I sure would like to touch them, Mom. I bet Sarah would let me touch them."

Linda closed her eyes, imagining her son fondling her daughter's succulent titties. She groaned, her cunt wet with swollen desire. She moved her hand down his stomach to his crotch? His cock was hard, very hard, his balls hot.

"Bobby, take your shorts off and get under the sheet with me," she whispered, stripping her gown over her head and tossing it to the floor.

He quickly removed his shorts, sliding in next to her. His cock rubbed at her hip, and Linda squirmed tightly against it when he began to fondle her tits. She gripped his cock, smearing his seeping piss-hole over her hip and thigh. The wetness made her tremble in delight.

While he sucked at her tits, Bobby ran his hands over her naked body. He moved his fingers through the silky pussy hair, caressing her wet, pulsating cunt.

As Linda squirmed her hips in pleasure, he used his other hand on her ass, feeling the hot swells, cupping her asscheeks and squeezing, making her mewl with sensation.

"Oooooh, baby, this is nice!" she moaned, turning onto her side with her back toward him. "Rub your cock on Mother's ass, honey. Here, wrap your arms around me and squeeze my tits and rub my ass with your hard cock."

As he closed his hands on her tits, Bobby licked and kissed his mother's back. Linda, with a hand behind her, moved his cock against her ass. She dragged the smooth head of his cock, up and down her flesh, making her asscheeks very wet with his dripping juices. She pushed his cock between her thighs, rubbing it along the fiery slit of her cunt. She pushed the head of his cock into her pussy for a moment, lifting her leg to give him more room.

"Fuck me for a little while," she sighed, pushing against his cock.