Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Turning she found a girl sprawled on her back, legs wide and drawn to her tits, her ass arching very high in the air. The cheeks of her ass were split and a boy was kneeling there with his tongue penetrating the lips of her pussy. She could hear the lapping sounds, the sounds a puppy would make when drinking water from a bowl. She had seen his tongue clearly thrust very deep into the girl’s cunt then begin fucking in and out.

  And finally she was standing near her son and the girl with him. Her son had looked at her with innocent eyes, the girl stroking his cock and balls. Her son had stood then, almost as tall as his mother. His cock strained out from a bush of dark hair and the girl rose to her knees before him. Sabrina watched the girl run her unusually long tongue about her son’s cock, sliding and licking at the throbbing shaft then twisting it about the smoothly swollen head. Her son was dripping from his piss hole and made a soft, sobbing sound of ecstasy.

  Sabrina had seen the girl’s lips curl about her son’s cock as she sucked his prick into her mouth. And at the same time the girl sucked the head of her son’s cock, she had slipped a hot palm between Sabrina’s thighs — feeling her up slowly. Sabrina felt that wicked hand close against her cunt and then a finger was up her pussy, thrusting in and out. Sabrina had stood with her feet slightly apart, feeling the finger sliding in and out of her cunt as she watched this girl sucking on her son’s cock.

  She had in the dream wanted to shove the girl away from her son, to grab his hand and with him, getting away from this insane orgy. Yet she had been unable to move. All she could do was stand there and watch the girl suck faster and faster on her son’s cock as she fingerfucked her with that excruciatingly slow movement of her finger.

  Still gazing out her window, naked now, Sabrina thought she could still feel that finger moving into her cunt. She shivered and walked to the night table for another cigarette.

  Unlike the other dreams, she had not awaken clutched in a shattering orgasm.

  This dream went on and on.

  The girl sucked on her son’s cock forever or so it seemed to Sabrina.

  And then somehow the spell had been broken.

  Sabrina had grabbed her son and jerked the girl away from his prick. She had run with him to the car and driven home fast. When they arrived home, she was still naked. And her son, his cock still hard had reached for her as they entered the house — his hands clawing at her ass.

  That was where this dream ended.

  Snuffing her cigarette out, she pulled a robe on and walked from her room. She paused at her son’s room and looked in at him. Brien was on his back, sleeping deeply. He had kicked the sheets down and Sabrina gazed at the bulge of his cock and balls inside his tight jockey shorts.

  She wondered why her son was always in her dreams, the one that always took her to that isolated place and forced her to watch as others made her undress, exposing her shameful nakedness.

  Dreams were so crazy, she thought as she went through the darkened house to the kitchen. Although it was early, she put on the coffee and then sat the table sipping it. She tried hard to understand the significance of her dream and why it was always the same — except for tonight.

  But as with most dreams, it made no sense to Sabrina.

  She was wide awake and knew she would not go back to sleep. She returned to her room and then drew a hot bath, sprinkling scented crystals into it.

  She relaxed in the tub, still wondering about the weirdness of her dreams.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The day was bright and warm.

  Despite her lack of sleep, Sabrina felt fresh and filled with vitality.

  She was a dark-haired, light blue-eyed widow of thirty-three. She was better looking than most of her friends. She was in fact beautiful. She had performed on a few television commercials and modeled clothing for a while. Her husband had been her photographer-manager until the horrible crash that took his life.

  There was plenty of money and she had no financial worries. And although she had been a widow for five years, she had no desire to return to work. She was too old to model anyway, she knew.

  Sabrina was tall, slender, and the fashion of the day was perfect for her body. Her eyes gave her the appearance of being Eurasian, but she had no Asian blood in her background that she knew of. Her skin was light-brown color, as if she had a perpetual tan. Her lips were full, moist and delectable.

  She sat on the blanket in the back yard, her legs crossed in front of her as she read. She was dressed in a light blouse and a pair of white shorts. Although there was a grape arbor with a gazebo, she preferred to sit on the green grass with the blanket.

  Looking up from the book, she saw Brien come out of the house. In her dreams he was older. She looked at his young body now, seeing it as she always saw it in her dreams. He was wearing a pair of ragged, faded cutoffs, his chest bare. He was a good-looking young man, she thought, with his dark hair fashionably long, curling about his ears. He resembled his father more than he did her, she thought.

  Her eyes moved about his long thighs, then settled at the front of his cutoffs. There was nothing to see. His cock did not bulge there at all.

  Brien squatted in front of his mother.

  “Mom,” he said, “I’ve been having some strange dreams at night.”

  A sudden ripple of icy chills went up Sabrina’s spine. She closed the book and looked at her son closely. “What kind of dreams, darling?”

  She saw him flush lightly, and knew the type of dreams he was having. Brien had always confided in her, letting her in on all his secrets. But he seemed hesitant now.

  She noticed he was trying to keep from looking at her tits. The thin blouse molded them, and her nipples protruded at the material.

  “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me about them, Brien,” she said softly.

  “They’re kinda well, weird, Mom.”

  “Darling, no one is responsible for their dreams,” she said. “That’s your unconscious mind and when you dream, you can’t be held accountable.”

  “They’re… Mom, I dream about you!” he blurted, his flush deeper.

  A chill went through Sabrina. Was it possible? she thought. Was it really possible they were having the same dreams? Of course not… no one had the same kind of dream, did they?

  Her voice was very low, quivering when she said, “Tell me anyway, darling.”

  Brien stammered over the words, but managed to get them out. “I see you Mom, in my dreams… but you don’t have any clothes on — you’re naked, Mom!”

  A spasm shot down her stomach to her cunt. Sabrina could hardly breathe as she waited for her son to go on.

  “I mean really naked,” he said, “with nothing on at all. You’re… you’re…”

  She had to ask. “Brien, am I standing before a bonfire?”

  “No… nothing like that,” he said. “You’re just naked in the house here, or some other house.”

  “Is anyone else there?”

  “No, just you and me.”

  “Why was I naked, honey?”

  “Because I… because I asked you to take your clothes off, Mom.” Then after a short pause. “No, I told you to take them off, not ask.”

  “And I did it?”

  He nodded. “You did… you did everything I told you to do.”

  Sabrina’s body was shaking and she was acutely aware that her cunt was pulsating in a strong way. She felt an impulse to look down at her crotch to see if her shorts were damp but fought it off.

  “What did you tell me to do after I was naked?” Sabrina’s voice was very low now.

  “I told you to… everything, Mom.”

  “I didn’t protest?”

  “No, you just did everything I told you to do, like I was… well like I was the boss.”

  “Boss?”

  “You know, like I was… had to be obeyed. I don’t know how else to explain it, Mom. But you did everything I told you to do. But you didn’t want to,” he added quickly. “You didn’t say anythin
g but I knew you felt ashamed of it. But then again, you seemed to like it. I just don’t understand, Mom.”

  Their dreams were not the same and she sighed with a measure of relief. But still they were enough alike. She had been under her son’s power, forced to obey him, in both their dreams.

  A hot blanket seemed to wrap about Sabrina, and she had the sensation of being under her son’s control, as she had been in her own dream.

  Brien was looking at her with piercing eyes, focusing on the swells of her tits openly. Glancing at his crotch as he squatted, she noticed he was getting a hard-on. He was, she knew, reliving his dream of domination over her, a sexual domination.

  A hot flush came over her beautiful face and before she could stop herself, she said, “Tell me… tell me what to do.”

  Brien’s eyes lifted to hers.

  “I…” Sabrina stammered as she realized what she had said. But she not power to control her words. “I… shouldn’t have said it that… I mean…”

  “You’re blushing,” Brien said, “just like in my dream, Mom.”

  They gazed at each other for a long time. It was her son that broke the heavy silence.

  “Open your blouse, Mom.”

  Just as she had obeyed him in her dream, Sabrina found her hands opening her blouse now. They were in the back yard with the sun beating down on them. But fortunately the grape stake fence was tall and they were somewhat concealed.

  Sabrina’s hands moved of their own free will, as if she had no control over them. She knew she was blushing with shame, yet she to obey her son. She saw in his eyes that he understood, knew he could control her. Sabrina could not understand why he could, but she couldn’t stop it.

  A sob broke from her throat as she pulled her blouse apart. Her bra was a flimsy, frilly, transparent thing. Her nipples rose up tight and hard, standing forth, molded by the lacy bra. Her son’s eyes burned on her tits as she sat there, tears of shame causing her eyes to sparkle.

  “Now your bra, Mom,” she heard him say in a thick voice.

  The bra was strapless, hooking at the front. Her fingers unhooked it and it fell to her waist, her tits naked. They rose up and out, round and firm, the flesh satiny in texture.

  Brien gazed at his mother’s tits for a long time, licking his lips. His cock was straining now, she saw through her tears of humiliation. Although she could not see it directly, she could see the length of it molded by his cutoffs. Despite the deep shame she felt at obeying her son, Sabrina felt her cunt lurch, her clitoris suddenly intensely swollen. Her nipples became larger, harder as her son stared at them.

  “Let’s go in the house, Mom,” he said with a strange, thick voice.

  As he stood, Sabrina saw his cock pushing against the front of his cutoffs and he didn’t seem in the least ashamed of his hard-on.

  As she got to her feet, her tits still free, Brien took her hand, just as he had in her dreams, leading her to the house. Sabrina followed with a shivering sense of humiliation, unable to prevent what she knew was about to happen.

  In the house, Brien had her stand in the middle of the living room floor. He was about five feet from her, his hot eyes devouring her tits.

  “Take your blouse off,” he said.

  And Sabrina removed it. Naked except for her shorts, she had the odd sensation of being in the dream again only this was real — horribly real.

  She stood there, shaking, tears in her eyes, letting her son look upon her body. She balled her hands into tight fists, holding them at her hips, unable to move, unable to stop what she knew was going to happen between them.

  “Your shorts, Mom,” he said in a thick voice. “Take your shorts off too.”

  Sabrina found the zipper of her shorts then shoved them down. They puddled at her feet and since she wasn’t wearing panties, she stood in full, shameful nakedness before her son’s blazing, exciting eyes.

  Brien looked at his mother’s small waist, her flat stomach, her long, long thighs then he stared at her cunt. The thick triangle was shaped perfectly, the hair dark like that of her head. He could just see the puffy lips of her cunt and it caused his cock to pulsate hotly.

  “Just like I dreamed,” he said.

  “I… I know,” Sabrina murmured, feeling her shame increase yet feeling excited too.

  Then Brien slipped his cock from the ragged edges of his cutoffs. Sabrina gasped as her eyes went to it. The head was swollen, very smooth and his piss hole was dripping. It was not as huge as it was in her dream but it was so beautiful, so sweetly hard. She had her thighs together and she felt her clitoris swell — the lips of her cunt throbbing. She knew she was very wet, she could feel the hot, slippery juices along her thigh. She could not take her eyes from her son’s cock and her tongue licked about her lips nervously.

  Brien came closer to his mother. She saw he had a grin on his face and she became aware that she would do anything her told her to do.

  “Take hold of it, Mom,” he said, arching his hips forward as he grasped her wrist. “Take hold of it.”

  Sabrina felt her fingers relax, then they closed again — this time about her son’s cock. She felt the hot hardness of his prick, the powerful throbbing that ran up her arm and down her body making her cunt almost convulse with orgasm. She sobbed softly as her fingers tightened about his cock and she closed her eyes in an effort to hide her intense shame. She felt her son working her hand on his prick, making her stroke it back and forth, jacking him.

  But he didn’t touch her.

  All he did was look at her body, holding her wrist and keeping her fist moving on his cock. She could hear his heavy, excited breathing but her own seemed about to choke her.

  Her fingers gripped his cock hard of their own volition, not obeying the signals from her inflamed mind. When her son turned loose her wrist, she continued to jack back and forth on his cock, her palm burning with a moist heat, tingling at the touch of her son’s cock.

  Then abruptly he pulled her hand off prick and moved behind her. She felt her son staring at her ass cheeks. She shivered with that strange mixture of humiliation and excitement, her hands once more balled into fists at her hips.

  Brien looked at his mother’s smooth back, at the shape of her beautiful ass cheeks — the twin dimples there, the way they tucked into her tantalizing thighs.

  She felt one of his hands on her back, a touch almost like a feather. She could not breathe again, her breath caught in her throat as she felt his hand move downward then pause at the base of her spine. And then she gasped when her son cupped one of her ass cheeks. The touch was light, but so very hot and exciting, her cunt quivered wildly.

  “You like it, don’t you, Mom?” she heard her son say from behind her.

  “No! Ohh no, Brien,” she whispered with shame. “I don’t like this… please, don’t touch… don’t make me…”

  “You do like it, Mom,” he said, his voice somewhat gruff. “I know you like it when I touch you this way. I can feel you shaking and you feel so hot, so very hot!”

  “I don’t want… please, don’t touch me again,” she begged, tears streaming from her closed eyes and down her cheeks.

  “Bullshit!”

  The word exploded from her son. Sabrina had never heard her son say so much as “darn” or “heck”. Now he had almost shouted “bullshit” at her!

  “Yes, Mom… bullshit!” he said as he curled his fingers into the naked cheek of her ass. “You go for this. You really like being made to undress… to do things for me.”

  “No, I…”

  What was wrong with her son? Why has he changed? He was always so good to her, never given her any trouble. Why was he suddenly humiliating her? Why was she allowing him to shame her this way?

  The questions, so many questions and not a single answer.

  Brien pulled his hand off her shaking ass and came to stand in front of her again. His eyes blazed with excitement as he stared into hers. He lifted a hand and placed it onto one of her swollen, spongy tits. Her nippl
es burned at his palms as he rolled it about.

  “You like it,” he repeated. “You love it, Mom. You know you love having me make you get naked, showing your tits and ass and that… that hairy… hairy cunt to me! You really love it! It makes you excited, all hot and bothered — doesn’t it?”

  “No! Oh, God… no!” she whimpered. “I don’t want… it doesn’t make me… please darling, don’t touch me anymore!”

  His fingers dug into her creamy tit. “I’ll touch you anytime I want to touch you, Mom,” he said. “I’ll play with your tits anytime I want to.”

  Both his hands were on her tits now and Sabrina squeezed her eyes tight, the tears running unashamedly down her smooth cheeks. She was almost six inches taller than her son and when she opened her eyes, she could see only the top of his head. Brien was leaning close to her tits and his hot breath seared the flesh there.

  “Don’t!” she gasped. “Don’t put my nipple in your mouth!”

  Brien had not put his lips on her flesh at all and Sabrina wondered why she had said that. But the sudden giggle from her son told her she had certainly given him an idea.

  But before he sucked at her nipple, he said, “Take hold of my cock again, Mom. Hold it and jack on it.”

  Sabrina’s hand moved again as if she had no control over it. She wrapped her fingers around her son’s cock and again felt it throb powerfully. When her son closed his hot, wet lips about her nipple, her fist began to pump back and forth on his cock.

  She felt his tongue lick about her sensitive nipple, his lips sucking in a greedy way. She tried to make her hand stop jacking his prick but the more she tried, the harder and faster her hand moved on it.

  The sucking of his mouth and the licking of his tongue on her nipple caused sparks of unwanted pleasure to flow through her body. Unwanted? “No!” her mind screamed. She did want it! She wanted her son to suck on her nipples for a long time! The shame she felt did not prevent the excitement that rumbled through her. Her fist stroked, squeezing his cock and she stood in trembling, humiliated ecstasy.

  Her son was devouring her tit, squeezing into the springy flesh of the other one as he sucked and licked. His breath was hot against her satiny flesh, inflaming her desires until she was jerking on his cock almost frantically.