Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

Karen licked at the little girl’s cunt until Cathy had calmed down, and then she pulled away. Tommy was just removing his cock from Cathy’s mouth. Karen cupped Cathy’s face tenderly with both hands, then licked her tongue about the girl’s come-smeared lips. Darting her tongue into Cathy’s mouth quickly, Karen tasted what come juice still lingered there. Then she pulled back and sucked the head of her son’s cock into her mouth, her tongue licking away the last little drop of come juice beaded on his piss hole.

  “Don’t come in your mouth, huh?” Tommy said, laughing.

  “I changed my mind,” Cathy giggled.

  Karen stood up, looking at them. “Well, honey,” she said with a huge grin. “You still want to stop coming over?”

  “I lied,” the girl laughed. “I wanna come here all the time.”

  “But,” Karen teased, “this might happen all the time, too.”

  “Okay!”

  “Sure?”

  “Oh, yes, Mrs. Morgan!”

  Tommy stepped off the couch. “Do I have to be the only one naked here, Mother?”

  Karen and Cathy looked at each other, then began to race to see who could become naked first.

  THE END

  AB-5399 MOM’S LOVING WAYS

  FOREWORD

  It has been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul, some hidden secret desire that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.

  In America, such dark passions are easily submerged by the complexities of modern daily life. But sometimes these passions are exposed, and one more scandal hits the headlines.

  MOM’S LOVING WAYS is a novel about people who dare to let their most base desires surface, but most especially it is about the eager members of a fatherless family, their monetary problems, and their taboo desires. In their quest for mere survival, they are swept into an illicit web of lust, from which none of them seem willing or able to escape.

  Together, they represent some of the few persons in our modern society who are willing to accept the consequences for allowing themselves to become truly fully liberated.

  MOM’S LOVING WAYS — the startling story of a family and their friends, people who dare to let it all hang out.

  The Publisher

  CHAPTER ONE

  Denise sat in the bleachers, watching her son Robert race up and down the court, bouncing the ball, then leaping and tossing, never missing the basket.

  Robert was either very good or very lucky, she thought. Knowing nothing about sports, and caring less, she usually attended all the games anyway. Robert wanted her there, as did her daughter, Cindy. Most parents went to the games, so she performed her parental duties. Although she didn’t care anything about sports, she enjoyed seeing the young guys in their shorts with those tanned, muscular legs.

  She was watching practice today, not a game. A few weeks ago, Robert had invited his mother to watch a practice session, and she had seen some cocks flashing frequently. That had excited her so much she seldom missed a practice session now. During the games she had never seen a cock flash; the boys always wore jocks. So she watched every practice in the hopes of seeing more cock. She was seldom disappointed. When she saw the flash of a young cock, a sweet chill of delight ran up her stomach, her cunt closing. She liked the feeling especially when it was very strong and she would almost come.

  Denise loved to come.

  She loved the come in any way possible, by any method possible. Her cunt was hot, very hot. And each practice session she attended, her cunt was even hotter. She would choose a place to sit about halfway up the bleachers, pull her skirt just over her knees and place her elbows on them, then cup her chin in her hand and watch the guys. Her knees were usually parted enough to allow a boy to look up at her, peer between her knees to the shadowy view of her panties. Denise always pretended she didn’t know they were looking at her.

  At the far end of the court, a group of girls pranced and danced and yelled enthusiastically. This was the cheerleader squad and Cindy, her daughter, led the cheers. All the girls were young, fresh, and very beautiful. The girls were the prettiest in the school, as if chosen for their beauty alone.

  Cindy, with her honey-blonde hair bouncing as she leaped and twisted, screaming loudly, was the picture of eroticism in motion. A tight school sweater hugged her tits. Her short skirt, pleated in alternating gold and white colors, flounced about her hips. Cindy’s long, sweetly tanned thighs flashed, and her pretty little ass writhed. Some of the routines they went through were never used during a game. It was easy to see why; they were highly suggestive, seemingly designed to arouse the basketball team.

  When Denise glanced at the girls, she saw one pretty, dark-haired girl leap into the air, her back arched to make her tits thrust out. The skirt flew to her waist, and Denise gasped. She caught a quick glimpse of her cunt hair. The girl was not wearing tights! She was naked under the skimpy costume.

  Denise saw her son racing toward the end of the court, bouncing the ball. As he approached the net, he leaped high into the air and tossed the ball. If he made a basket, Denise didn’t know. What she did know what that her son, also, was naked under his white and gold shorts. His cock flopped out, swinging about, then disappeared from her view as his feet came back to the floor.

  An orgasm went off deep inside Denise’s stomach, causing her to clutch at it. A moan of surprise rippled past her lips.

  She had come because she saw her son’s cock.

  She heard a whistle blow at the peak of her orgasm, and the boys raced through the door, slapping each other on the ass and laughing. When they were gone, she turned her attention back to the group of girls, who were huddled together, talking about their routines. Cindy’s back was toward Denise, and she was leaning over. At least her daughter wore tights, even if they were pulled into the crack of her rounded little ass, the cheeks exposed.

  When the girls broke up, Denise left the gym. There was something erotic about a gym, with all those odors of young boys and girls. She waited in the darkness for Robert and Cindy, sitting quietly in the car. She saw her son’s cock in her mind again, flopping out of the wide leg of his shorts when he leaped into the air. She saw again the triangle of that pretty girl’s cunt.

  Denise was so excited, she was almost beside herself. Her tits seemed swollen and her cunt kept pulsating with wet heat, her clit rigid.

  Denise was an erotic person. She wasn’t ashamed of it; she took pleasure in it. There were times when she would rather fuck than eat… unless it was eating a beautiful, hard, throbbing cock. Then she wanted to eat ravenously. Denise would do anything with a cock, whatever her immediate partner wanted, she would do it and gladly so.

  Oddly enough, she had stayed away from men since starting to watch basketball practice. Before that, she was quite active, always seeing men. She had gone looking for them the day after her divorce, unable to live without fucking.

  But watching the boys and girls in the smelly gym of the school, she stopped going out. She didn’t understand it, but then she didn’t try to understand it. She was filled with an anticipation she could not identify, but it created a warm feeling in her stomach.

  Robert and Cindy came out of the building, holding hands. His hair was still damp from the shower. He had put on his jeans and a T-shirt, but Cindy was still in her costume. Robert and his sister had always been very close. Robert was a year older than his sister, one grade ahead of her in school, and they were inseparable.

  “Good practice,” Denise said as they climbed into the car.

  Cindy sat in the middle, her warm thigh pressed against her mother’s.

  Driving home, Denise noticed her son rested his hand on his sister’s thigh, she began to wonder about her son and daughter. They seemed so intimate with each other, not in the least bashful or embarrassed when they walked in on one another in the bathroom.

  Denise remembered other things she had considered insignificant at t
he time. Like when Cindy goosed Robert, making him chase her, his hands trying to grab her as to goose her. That in was fine, but they made it so damned erotic.

  “Alice forgot her tights again,” Robert said. “That’s the second time in two weeks.”

  “I saw,” Cindy giggled. “I told her, but she didn’t care.”

  “One of these days she’s gonna be at a game without them,” Robert laughed. “That’s gonna create some excitement for sure.”

  Again Cindy giggled, and Denise saw, from the corner of her eyes, Robert caressing his sister’s thigh. Her cunt moistened.

  Before she could stop herself, Denise said:

  “That will make a few hardons for sure.”

  Robert gave a loud laugh, and Cindy giggled again, both looking at her.

  “More than a few, Mother,” Cindy paid, her voice lower than usual.

  “Every man watching will have a hard-on,” Robert said.

  Denise felt her flesh grow warm, yet she felt no embarrassment talking to them this way. She had not done it before, but found it exciting now.

  “Robert,” she said, her pulse quickening, “you could create a little excitement yourself if you forgot to wear that thing in your shorts!”

  “You mean my jock strap Mom?”

  “Whatever it’s called. You sort of let it all hang out this evening, you know.”

  “You noticed?” he asked, not in the least bashful.

  “I noticed,” Denise said bluntly.

  “He should wear it all the time, Mother,” Cindy giggled. “He stays hard, especially watching us go through our routines.”

  “I can understand that if that girl always forgets her tights,” Denise said, then found herself laughing with them.

  “Even when she does,” Cindy said, squirming her little ass in the seat, “Robert gets a hard-on.”

  “I can’t help it,” Robert replied. “You girls could give a statue a hard-on.” Denise drove quietly, listening to her son laugh and up about erotic subjects. Her cunt was starting to boil between her thighs, and the crotch of her panties was getting uncomfortably wet. She gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles were white. She was intensely aroused, her nipples painfully hard, tits swollen inside her summer sweater.

  Pulling into the driveway, Cindy and Robert got out of the car and grabbed at each other in horseplay as they ran to the front door. They stood waiting for their mother to unlock it, and Denise saw her son rubbing his crotch against his sister’s arching tight ass, making Cindy giggle lewdly. She wasn’t trying to pull her ass away, either, Denise saw, but twisting it against her brother.

  Denise fumbled with the key, her hands shaking with nervous anxiety. Her cunt was about to explode by the time she opened the door and flicked on the lights.

  “I’m gonna soak for hours,” Cindy said, walking toward the hall, pulling her school sweater off.

  Cindy turned briefly, her tits flashing momentarily.

  Glancing at the front of her son’s jeans, Denise saw his cock bulging. Tossing her purse on the couch, she sat down.

  Robert sat beside her. “Mom, you’ve got to be careful sitting in those bleachers.”

  “Why, honey?” she asked, trying to keep her eyes from the front of his pants.

  “Well, us guys can see,” he said. “You know, between your knees.”

  Denise shivered, then giggled. “You can, really? I had no idea.”

  “It’s kinda hard to keep our mind on practice when we can look up your dress,” Robert said, then he gave a quick laugh. “Who wants to practice when we can look at you?”

  “Oh,” Denise gasped.

  “The team thinks you’re the most beautiful mother of all,” Robert said.

  “Thank them for me,” Denise murmured and put her arm about her son’s shoulders, her eyes darting to the bulge in his pants. She hugged him, pulling his head against her tits. Robert rested his cheek on her tit, his hand on her thigh outside her skirt. She felt the heat of his palm there, and she writhed her ass into the soft cushion. “They’re sweet guys.”

  They could hear Cindy singing softly in the bathroom, and Denise knew her daughter had not closed the door.

  She wanted to stroke her son’s hard cock, to feel it through his pants. Although Robert was caressing her thigh, it was a while before she realized it. When she did, a shiver shot up and down her spine, and she sucked in a deep breath. Her tits arched against her son’s face as she hugged him tight. She stroked her hand up and down his bare arm, and then she gasped. Her son had turned his head a little, nipping at her straining nipple through the light sweater.

  “Oh, my God!” Denise moaned, shoving her tit toward his mouth as she gripped his arm hard. “Ohhhh, Robert!”

  Denise felt her cunt burning, throbbing, her hairlined pussy lips becoming puffy, oozing fluids into her already soaked panties. His hand moved boldly on her thigh as he bit gently at her sensitive nipple. Her skirt was coming past her knees, her thighs revealed, and Denise didn’t care. She wanted this, wanted it terribly.

  She twisted her ass into the cushion and moved her hand to his lap. Drawing her palm up his thigh, she placed it on his cock.

  Robert groaned, trying to swallow her tit through her sweater. He gripped her thigh as Denise squeezed his cock, feeling the thick length of it. She rubbed slowly, but hotly and excitedly, and when her son moved his hand beneath her sweater, she made no protest.

  Robert cupped his mother’s huge tit, squeezing it hard enough to make Denise whimper with pleasure. He tweaked her nipple, then shoved her sweater to her neck, exposing her shapely, straining tits. She heard him draw in a hot gasp of breath, then his lips closed over a nipple, sucking hard and greedily, his tongue licking hot, wet circles on her sensitive flesh.

  Denise mewled and pressed her palm down hard on his cock, feeling it throb so sweetly. They kept silent, unable to talk because of the steamy excitement they felt. Robert sucked his mother’s tingling, rubbery nipple deeper into his mouth, his lips wide as if trying to take all of her tit into it.

  Denise rubbed his cock, moving her hand up and down, feeling the hardness and trying to feel his balls. His jeans were much too tight for her to feel them, and she contented herself by rubbing his cock through his pants.

  As he sucked one tit, Robert caressed and stroked and squeezed the other. Denise drew her shoulders back, arching her tits against his face. Groaning hotly, Robert sucked one, then the other, making his mother twist her ass faster on the cushion. Her boiling cunt was on fire now, her clit so rigid it was hurting her with a delicious feeling.

  With a sob of ecstasy, Denise grabbed her son’s hand and shoved it down, pressing it against her cunt. She parted her legs and pressed Robert’s hand between them. She could feel his hand through her skirt and panties, and she closed her thighs tight on his hand. Robert sucked more aggressively on her tit, rubbing his hand up and down his mother’s crotch.

  Denise pressed and rubbed at his cock harder, drawing his face into her tit with her hand at the back of his head. She pressed down on his throbbing cock, wanting to take it out and close her fingers around it, to stroke it and jack it and make him come in her hand. But the heated urgency they both were feeling would not allow any momentary pause. Denise did not want to remove her hand, even to drag his cock out. She rubbed faster and harder, making her son moan. He pressed his cock into her rubbing hand.

  They were panting hard. Denise could tell she would come if her son continued to rub and suck at her tit. The hot pulsation of her cunt sent her pussy lips into a quivering vibration of ecstasy. His cock felt harder and longer than before, and she tried to curl her fingers around it, but his jeans would not allow that. She rubbed and pressed the palm of her hand, burning as his cock throbbed against it. He was groaning with his mouth filled with her swollen tit, and she was gurgling deep in her throat.

  They could no longer hear Cindy singing in the bathroom; they were much too excited, much too hot, to hear anything but the erotic roaring i
n their own heads.

  Cindy was finished with her bath. Wrapped in a skimpy towel, her perky tits almost showing, her long legs exposed, Cindy was watching them from the hall. She stood in the open, her lovely eyes smoldering, watching Robert suck hard on her mother’s tits, while her mother rubbed frantically now at his hard cock.

  “Ooooooh, Robert!” Denise hissed. “Oh, darling! Ahhhhh, baby, baby!”

  Her palm rubbed from his crotch, along his cock to the tip, then swiftly down again. She tried to cup his balls in the tight jeans, and failing as before, she kept rubbing the length of his cock. Feeling her son’s hand pressing against her cunt, his fingers trying to shove her skirt and panties into it, the heel of his hand smashing her clitoris, Denise whimpered and suddenly came. The tight, boiling contractions of her orgasm caused her ass to twist on the couch, and she rubbed faster and harder on his cock. Her hand was almost a blur of speed, and then she felt her son coming.

  Robert grunted against her tit, pressing his gushing cock into his mother’s hand. Denise felt the wetness on his jeans as he came. A warm sensation flooded her body. The front of her son’s jeans became very wet, and she ran her palm into it, feeling the swollen head of his cock. She rubbed his prick until the pulsating squirts were over, and still kept her hand resting there.

  Robert pulled his lips from her tit, then his hand from between her thighs. He looked up at his mother, his eyes swimming with pleasure. Denise gave him a nervous smile, and kissed him quickly on his lips.

  “I saw!” Cindy giggled. “I saw what you were doing! I saw you… I saw you… saw you…” she chanted, dancing from foot to foot.

  Denise jerked her head up, seeing her daughter in the doorway. One of Cindy’s tits was exposed, a pink nipple very hard. For a moment, a very brief moment, Denise felt embarrassed.

  Robert laughed, getting to his feet. The front of his jeans were very wet with come.

  “You little sneak!” he said, but there was no anger in his voice. “Always peeking around corners, trying to catch me doing something.”