Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Joanie’s orgasms almost blew her body apart.

  When it was over Joanie became aware of her surroundings slowly. She was lying on her stomach across the carpet, her ass twitching. Her tits were smashed flat on the floor and she felt tongues running about the backs of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass. She moaned softly, trying to twist her head around to see who was licking her.

  “Welcome back to the living,” Sonja said when she felt Joanie’s body turning. “I think you passed out.”

  “God, who wouldn’t?” Joanie grinned as she turned onto her back and saw Sonja and Gary and Randy. “I thought I’d never stop coming.” She gingerly ran her hands about her still pulsating cunt, then spread her legs to probe her asshole. “I think I’m going to be sore for a fucking week! But I loved it!”

  “I know,” Sonja laughed. “Isn’t it a beautiful feeling?”

  “Oh, yes!”

  Randy and Gary sat back, leaning on the couch. She looked at them, seeing their young faces filled with happiness. Struggling to a sitting position, she hugged her two boys tightly, kissing them with eager, wet lips. Her face was still smeared with the cunt juices from Sonja’s cunt, and of course, the piss.

  Joanie looked at Sonja. “You pissed in my mouth,” she accused.

  “I sure did, Joanie,” Sonja laughed. “I couldn’t help it, though. You made me come so much and when I come so hard, I can’t stop myself from pissing. I’m just like a little puppy dog. I get so excited, I piss all over the place. I hope you didn’t mind.”

  “Mind?” Joanie laughed. “I was wondering how to ask you about that.”

  “Now you know,” Sonja laughed huskily.

  Randy and Gary looked a little tired, Joanie noticed. So she moved between them, pulling their heads onto her tits and cuddling them close.

  “Poor babies,” she whispered. “Me and Sonja have about fucked you two out, haven’t we?”

  “Shit no!” snorted Randy.

  “I can still get a hard-on, Mom,” Gary replied, and both boys began to suck at their mother’s nipples.

  “Mmmm, feels good,” Joanie murmured, holding their faces to her naked tits. “But you two better take a short rest. I’ve got to keep you two guys in good shape if I want to keep fucking you.”

  “If I’m draining them too much,” Sonja said, “I suppose I could find myself…”

  “No, you don’t!” Joanie said quickly. “I think the boys want you to hang around as much as I do. Right, guys?”

  “You better fucking believe it, Sonja,” Randy said.

  Gary twisted Sonja’s nipple. “We need you around as much as we need Mom,” he said. “Besides, Randy and I can watch you two eat each other if we’re tired. Can’t we, Mom?”

  “You can watch me anytime you want,” Joanie replied, hugging them tightly. “Watch me do anything you want, anytime and any fucking place.”

  Joanie got up and brought out another beer for herself and Sonja and Cokes for the boys. They sat and drank in silence for a while. Sonja fondled her cunt, rubbing a finger lightly up and down her long clitoris. Randy was holding his balls, and Gary was slowly feeling of his cock. Joanie sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, her chin resting on them, her eyes taking it all in.

  Her cunt was moist when she ran a hand down to feel of it, moist and hot. She slipped the tip of her finger into her cunt and moved it in a tiny circle. The lips of her cunt felt a little sore, but not too bad. She shoved her finger in deeper and felt a mild orgasm burst inside her. She gave a soft squeal of delight and Sonja and her sons laughed in pleasure.

  “You sure can come all the time, Mom,” Gary said, stretching his cock.

  “I can come just looking at you people,” Joanie said with a naughty giggle. “I guess I’m just a sex-crazy bitch, huh?”

  “And we love it that you are,” Randy said.

  “You know what I’d love right now?” Joanie said, pulling her finger from her cunt and licking it.

  Sonja grinned lewdly. “I bet I know! You’d love for the three of us to piss on you, right?”

  “How did you ever guess?” Joanie giggled.

  “It takes one to know one,” Sonja replied. “You two guys game for pissing on your mother?”

  “Whenever Mom says,” Randy replied.

  “Right now!” Joanie said with excitement. “Piss on me right now!”

  She sprawled onto her back, throwing her legs into the air and spreading them wide. Drawing her knees to her tits, she cupped her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, her asshole exposed.

  “Piss on my cunt and asshole,” she said, her voice husky with emotion. “All of you piss on my fucking pussy and asshole… at the same time!”

  The boys were on their feet, holding their precious cocks as they arched their hips. Sonja stood above Joanie’s head. Joanie looked up at the fuzzy, red-haired cunt as Sonja pulled the lips of her pussy apart, shoving her hips forward.

  The golden stream of the boys’ piss splashed down onto Joanie’s cunt and asshole, stinging in that delicious way that Joanie loved. The hot piss streamed into her cunt and across her asshole, running onto her stomach and tits. Sonja’s cunt released a golden stream of piss too and it stung hotly on Joanie’s flesh. Joanie opened her mouth and Sonja twisted her hips, pissing directly into Joanie’s mouth. Gary and Randy, seeing what Sonja was doing, aimed their streams until all three of them were pissing right into Joanie’s beautiful, ecstatic face.

  Joanie swallowed, tasting all three flavors of piss at the same time. The boys waved their cocks, moving back to piss into her cunt and ass, then back at her face. Sonja kept her stream of hot piss splashing directly into Joanie’s face.

  “Ooooo!” Joanie wailed, orgasms exploding and burning through her body again.

  She became weak, her ass sliding back to the floor. But Randy and Gary caught her legs holding her up, still pissing all over her crotch. Joanie was soaked in hot piss, hot piss that burned her feverish flesh and drenched her face. And she was going through orgasm after orgasm.

  THE END

  AB-5433 MOM’S THREE HORNY DARLINGS

  FOREWORD

  Most of us lead two lives — real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies — wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.

  Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.

  Susan Carter, a young widowed mother, finds a form of happiness in the arms of her three kids. She discovers that it is a happiness she cannot deny herself.

  MOM’S THREE HORNY DARLINGS — a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts some of us in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.

  The Publisher

  CHAPTER ONE

  Wearing her tiniest bikini, Susan Carter slumped with hot water swirling and bubbling about her neck. The hot tub was one of her better investments, she thought. With her eyes closed, head tilted to the sun, she opened her legs to feel the water swirling between them.

  Her thigh touched that of her son, Bob.

  Again, as it had happened before, she felt something like an electrical shock against her flesh. She tingled at the point of contact. She moaned softly, almost lazily, as the lips of her pussy twitched. The swelling of her clit seemed squashed inside the tight crotch of her bikini, but the sensation felt so very good.

  The water was very clear, and if it had not been swirling and bubbling, it would have been transparent. But sh didn’t need to see that her son was jacking off. She could feel the movement of his thigh against he
rs, and a peek at Bob’s face revealed what he thought was his secret.

  It amused Susan, knowing Bob jacked off every time they were in the tub together, his legs touching hers. But it excited her, too. She had wanted to grab his cock in her hand, finish it for him, but so far she hadn’t had the courage. It wasn’t because she worried what Bob would think of her. He loved her very much, as did her other son, Billy, and her pretty daughter, Pamie. What worried her most was the fact she might not be able to turn his cock loose once she had his prick in her hand.

  Peeking through slitted eyes, she saw Pamie and Billy sitting a few feet away, sipping Cokes. Billy, like Bob, wore boxer trunks with wide legs. But Billy’s back was toward her. Pamie sort of slumped in her redwood chair, knees wide apart. Susan’s eyes moved up between Pamie’s slim, smooth thighs. She gazed at the tightness of her daughter’s bikini crotch, Pamie’s cunt seemed to puff outward sweetly, with a visible indentation of her cunt slit. The tiny halter barely cupped those sugary little titties, and Pamie’s nipples were uninhibitedly pointed against the fabric. They were small tits, but flawlessly shaped, firm, just enough to fill a hand.

  With her mind turning toward erotic delights, Susan looked out over the valley. The house sat almost on the peak of a medium-sized hill, and at night they could see the lights of the village. It was a beautiful area, and Susan had purchased it a few months after her husband died.

  It was early spring, yet the weather was almost like the middle of summer. The sun was very hot, boiling down on the raised deck where the hot tub was located.

  Susan felt Bob’s thigh pressing a little harder against hers, and she peeked at his face again. He was resting his head on the deck, eyes closed, making very soft sounds of self-induced pleasure. She watched his face a moment, feeling her tits swell in the tight cups of her halter. Her cunt was throbbing now. She rested her right hand on her son’s thigh and heard a soft gasp come from him. But he was so involved in pleasure, he didn’t stop jerking on his cock.

  Susan trembled with desire, wanting to hold his cock badly. The palm of her hand started itching, and she couldn’t resist sliding her palm a bit higher on his thigh. She had not been fucked for almost a year, and Susan was not the type of woman to go so long without a cock. She was extremely erotic, came easily, and thought fucking was the greatest of all the world’s pleasures.

  She made no pretense of what she was doing. She wanted Bob to know she was doing this deliberately. She wanted him to know she was aware that he was jacking off. Moving her palm slowly, she stroked his thigh, sliding her fingers back and forth on the inner surface of his leg. Bob paused for just a moment with his fist movements, glancing at his mother. Susan returned his stare, her smoldering eyes sparkling.

  Bob started jerking off again.

  But stroking his young thigh only made Susan’s cunt throb all the more. With her eyes hot on his, she widened her smile and moved her hand higher on his thigh. Bob groaned softly, scooting his ass forward on the bench. Susan felt the leg of his trunks and dragged a fingertip along it. Now she could feel movement, and she let out a soft whimper. If she was ever going to grab her son’s cock, she told herself, now was the time.

  Sliding her fingers underneath the leg of his trunks, she watched Bob’s eyes turn glassy. The tips of her fingers touched his balls, and Bob grunted.

  “Baby,” Susan whispered very softly. “Oh, Bobby!”

  She gripped his balls, pressing her thigh against his. She pulled her hand from his trunks and slipped it over his fist. She squeezed his fist hard about his cock, then shoved his hand away. Closing her fingers around his cock, she gasped with excitement. His prick throbbed so hotly in her fist and was so beautifully hard. Bob gazed at her as she squeezed his cock and started pumping up and down.

  “Shhh,” she said, nodding her head toward his brother and sister. “Be very quiet, baby.”

  Bob lifted his hips, trying to fuck his mother’s fist. But Susan started jacking him faster, and all he could do was lean on the deck, holding his hips up as she jacked faster with a tight fist. He began to breathe with short, gasping sounds, still staring into his mother’s strangely hotlooking eyes.

  Susan’s cunt throbbed painfully, her clit so swollen she wondered why it didn’t burst through the crotch of her bikini. She was certain, that if she stood up, her clit would be closed her fist tight on her son’s cock, squeezing as she jerked up and down. She released his cock for just a brief moment, sliding her hand into his trunks and squeezing his full balls, then gripped his hard cock again, pounding up and down swiftly and tightly. Bob began to make strangling sounds, his hips twisting now. His cock seemed to become larger, longer, and harder. Knowing he was about to come, Susan beat at his cock almost in a frenzy.

  Her lips were close to his ear, and she began to whisper. “Come, Bob. Let it go, baby. Don’t try and hold it back. Let yourself come.”

  And come he did.

  Susan stopped jacking her son, wrapping her palm about the smooth head of his cock, feeling the boiling come juice splash into her palm. She mewled softly, her cunt starting to convulse in a sweet orgasm. She continued to hold his cock after he came, watching the strings of come juice float through the swirling water. She stabbed the tip of her tongue into his ear, then giggled in a lewd way.

  “Better?” she whispered.

  Bob nodded, a grin spread across his young face. Susan tucked his cock back into his trunks, and they sat close, holding hands. Susan glanced again at Billy and Pamie, wondering if they knew what he had done. But they weren’t paying any attention to her and Bob. Again she looked between the slender thighs of her daughter, running her tongue over her lips.

  “Did you like that, Bob?” she whispered in her son’s car.

  Bob nodded, still grinning.

  “Mmmm, so did I,” she admitted, and pulled his hand onto her thigh.

  She spread his fingers out on her thigh and moved his palm up and down. A shiver shot through her as she pulled her son’s hand between her legs. Before she could change her mind, she opened her legs very wide, and pulled her son’s palm into her crotch, pressing hard upon her cunt.

  Bob gasped again as he felt the heat of his mother’s cunt burning through the very thin fabric, so hot he thought his palm would blister. He looked at his mother, and Susan was grinning lewdly at him.

  She drew his palm up and down her crotch a few times, twisting her hips. “Ooooo, nice,” she murmured. “Do you like to feel me, baby?”

  Bob nodded.

  When Susan removed her hand, Bob kept rubbing his palm up and down his mother’s crotch. Susan cupped his cock and balls, feeling them through his trunks. She gurgled as his cock started to swell again.

  “That’s enough,” she whispered, petting his cock and balls, then removing his hand from between her creamy thighs.

  Pamie and Billy were coming toward the hot tub. Susan’s eyes raked across the front of Billy’s trunks, searching for signs of his cock. She could see the puffy pouch of Pamie’s cunt, and she began to dream up images of them naked, all of them, outside on the patio, using the hot tub, seeing each other and feeling and… fucking?

  Susan was shook by the thought.

  Fucking? With her sons and daughter? Taking her son’s cock into her cunt, fucking him frantically, watching Pamie fuck her brothers? The image was so strong, Susan came again, stronger than before, a shuddering orgasm that almost frightened her. She didn’t know enough about her children. Maybe they weren’t as interested in sex as she was. Maybe they didn’t care about such things. Maybe they wouldn’t have anything to do with their mother that way, or with each other.

  She watched Pamie and Billy slip into the hot tub. With all four in it, there wasn’t much room. Maybe two more people could get in, but Susan had no intentions of using the tub for six people.

  She felt her daughter’s thigh brush hers as Pamie settled down, Billy on the other side. Almost immediately, she felt the movements under the water. She looked at her daughter
and Billy. They looked so innocent, so sweet, yet Susan knew things were going on under the water. Pamie had rested her head on the deck, her honey blonde hair framing such a sweet, innocent face. Pamie turned her head toward her mother, smiling. Her sky-blue eyes looked different to Susan, and then she understood. Those young eyes appeared hot, almost glazed. Then she was sure of what was happening beneath the water. Billy was sighing happily, his eyes closed.

  Pamie was jacking Billy off!

  Susan knew that without a doubt.

  Her pulse leaped and raced with excitement. The thought of reaching across her daughter’s lap to make certain was strong, but she resisted. There was enough evidence in the way Pamie’s shoulder moved.

  Placing her hand between Bob’s thighs, Susan cupped his balls and cock again. But Bob, no longer seeing any reason to be so secretive, slipped her hand under the leg of his trunks. Susan fondled and squeezed his balls, feeling his cock grow very hard. As she wrapped her fist about his cock once again, she felt his hand sneaking up between her thighs. With a shiver, Susan opened he legs to give him access to her crotch.

  This is crazy, she told herself. Here I am, sitting in this hot tub, jacking one of my sons, letting him feel me up, while my daughter is jacking the cock of my youngest son. And look at us! Each trying to keep it concealed from the other! Insanity, that’s what it is, sheer insanity.