Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  “I don’t care,” she purred. “I’d taste anything as long as I can get your cock, too.”

  “Taste this,” he said, and pissed.

  With a squeal, Donna shoved her face forward into the stream of his piss. She washed her face, gurgling softly. Before the quick piss slowed, she opened her mouth and let her son piss down her throat. She leaned back with her head held up into the golden stream.

  “Mmmmm, you’re just full of nice surprises, aren’t you, honey?” she whispered when it was over. “I like your surprises.”

  “You’re just a hot fuck, Mother,” he said.

  Donna saw his expression and understood. Her son, despite the ecstasy she had provided for him, sounded jealous. Yet, he had no reason to be jealous. She wasn’t fucking anyone besides him. She didn’t want to fuck anyone other than her son. She caressed his thigh gently.

  “What’s the matter, baby?” she asked.

  “Aw, I don’t know,” he said.

  “Aren’t you having fun, Billy?”

  “Oh, yes, Mother,” he said. “I’m just worried, that’s all.”

  “Worried? What are you worried about?”

  “Well… you know.”

  “Come on, darling,” Donna urged softly, running her hand about his hip, feeling his ass, then rubbing at his balls. “Tell Mother what’s bothering you.”

  “I’m just being a kid, that’s all.”

  “And I love the way you’re being a kid.” She grinned wickedly up at him. “But tell me, anyway. Maybe I can help out.”

  “Mother, I’ve heard about hot girls,” he said. “We have a couple at school. All the guys call them hot fucks, and anyone can fuck them. At least that’s what I’ve been told.”

  “What’s wrong with that?” she asked.

  “Mother, you’re hot,” he replied. “You have a real hot ass, and your cunt is wet and ready all the time. I don’t want you to be like those girls.”

  “I thought you loved my hot ass and wet cunt.”

  “I do!” he said quickly. “But… those guys say the girls are only hot cunts and won’t go out with them except for a piece of ass. The girls only go out for fucking, too.”

  “I see,” Donna said, understanding what he was saying.

  She got to her feet and left her son in the living room. She removed two frosted soft drinks from the refrigerator and carried them back into the room. She sat next to her son on the couch, and they sat in silence and sipped.

  “Billy,” she said after a while. “I think you’re confused about girls. Sure, some are hot as hell. Some girls will fuck anything that walks, if it has a hard-on. But just because a girl has a hot cunt don’t mean she’s fucking everything. Listen, baby, you don’t see me dating, do you? I could if I wanted. There’s plenty of men who would take me out. But I know what most of them want — my cunt. So, I don’t date. I stay home with you, right? I’m always here and ready for you. Sure, I love to dance, but I can enjoy dancing here at home for you. I love to have you watch me dance, more so now that we’re fucking.”

  Billy looked at his mother with liquid eyes.

  “Dancing makes me hot, makes me want to fuck. So who is getting to fuck me when I dance and get hot? You, Billy. You and no one else. I’m hot. Oh, yes, I have a hot ass and cunt and mouth. But those are for you, darling. I don’t want or need any other cock, man or whatever. I need you and only you. I am not a whore. I am not a woman who fucks anything and everything. But, for you, I’d do anything. Do you understand what I’m saying, Billy?”

  “I think so,” he said.

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  “Mother, you said you’d like to suck a cunt,” he reminded her. “You said you’d love to taste a wet cunt in your face.”

  Donna pulled her son’s head to her firm, shapely tits. “Of course I said that. And I would enjoy sucking a sweet cunt. But that don’t mean I’m a terrible person, does it? You love to suck my pussy, right? What’s wrong with me wanting to suck one, too?”

  Billy had no reply. He felt his mother’s warm tits against his face, and shoved an arm behind her, hugging her. He caressed her smooth thighs tenderly, toying with the hair of her cunt.

  Donna moved her hand to his cock, toying with his balls, twisting his prick gently.

  Finally, Billy said: “I guess there’s nothing wrong with it, Mother.”

  “Of course there isn’t,” she answered, kissing the top of his head. “I’ve never tasted any pussy but my own. I probably won’t ever taste any pussy but my own. It’s just a fantasy of mine.”

  Billy rubbed downward with his fingers. Donna parted her thighs for him, and he rubbed softly and slowly at her clitoris.

  “You really wanna suck a cunt, Mother?” he asked. “I mean, you really would like to stick your tongue inside a cunt and fuck it and lick it and eat it?”

  “Yes, Billy,” she said softly. “I won’t lie to you. I’ve imagined many times about it. I know it would be soft and wet and hot and very delicious. When you shoved my ass way back so I could lick my clitoris while you licked my cunt, it was fantastic. I’d suck my own cunt if I could get it all in my mouth.”

  “We can keep trying,” he suggested.

  “But we’ll break my back, baby,” she said, hugging him. “I’d love it, just love to stick my tongue up my own cunt, but I don’t want a broken back in the bargain.”

  Billy was quiet, sliding his finger up and down his mother’s clitoris, dipping the tip of his finger into her cunt now and then. Donna let her son think as she fondled his cock, teasing his prick into half hardness. Billy turned his head into his mother’s tits, sucking at one nipple gently.

  His cock stiffened in her hand.

  “Fuck me, Billy,” she said softly.

  Billy drew from her tit, looking up into his mother’s face. Donna could still see concern in his young eyes. There was no way she could help him with his problem right now. All she could do was show him as time went by that she wanted no other man, no other cock, except him.

  “In my pussy,” she whispered. “I want it in my cunt this time. We seem to spend more time with your cock in my mouth or up my mouth or up my ass. Not that I’m complaining though. Oh, I’d never complain if you wanted to fuck my mouth and asshole all the time, and not my cunt. I just like a change sometimes.”

  She drew back, lying on the couch, spreading her legs. She placed one foot on the back of the couch, the other hanging over the cushions. Billy knelt at the other end, looking at his mother’s pussy, enjoying the hairlined wetness. He thought his mother had the best-looking cunt ever, although he had no other to compare hers with.

  “Fuck Mother,” Donna urged huskily, gazing at the swollen head of her son’s cock. “Fuck this hot, hairy, wet cunt, baby.”

  Billy leaned forward, rubbing the piss hole of his cock up and down the slit of his mother’s cunt, then smashing against her knotted clitoris.

  “Ooooh, that feels good, darling!” she cooed as she lifted her ass to him. “Rub Mother there. Rub on my pussy!”

  Billy rubbed the head of his cock up and down her cunt, pressing up from her asshole, dragging upward on the puffy slit, rubbing about her clitoris. Donna writhed her hips, pulling the lips of her cunt wide open for her son, her eyes glazed with desire as she watched him. Billy ran his cock through the soft hair, leaving beads of wetness.

  “So hot, Mother,” he groaned. “Your cunt is so fucking hot and wet!”

  “You make Mother’s cunt hot, baby!” she mewled. “It’s you and your cock that makes my pussy hot and wet! Fuck me now, Billy! Please, my cunt wants your hard cock now!”

  Billy shoved the head of his cock into his mother’s cunt and watched as the lips parted for him. The steamy grip of her pussy caused his balls to jerk upward, and he fucked his cock all the way in, smashing the swollen lips of her pussy at the base. Donna wrapped her hot thighs about him as he sat on his heels, and began to buck her ass up and down, fucking his cock with slow motions, whimpering with the sen
sations.

  “So good! Billy! So very good!”

  Billy leaned over, fucking his cock deeply as his mother lifted her ass to him. His lips caught her tit, sucking her stiff nipple, his tongue fluttering. Donna ran her hands up and down her son’s sides, across his back, gurgling deeply as she wrapped her long legs about his ass. She moved her hands down to cup the cheeks of his bunching ass, while grinding her cunt with increasing speed onto his throbbing cock.

  “Suck my titties! Ooooh, suck Mother’s tits off! Oh, yes, baby! Suck hard! Fuck my cunt and suck my titties!”

  Hunching her ass up powerfully, she fucked at her son’s cock while Billy held still. The feeling of his mother’s cunt riding up and down on his prick made him cry out with rapture.

  “Do it to me, Mother! Ohhh, fuck me, Mother!”

  “Yes, baby!” she sobbed. “Mother will fuck you! Mother will take care of your beautiful hard cock! Mother will always take care of your sweet prick! Forever and ever!”

  Billy moved again, pounding into his mother’s receptive cunt faster and faster. Donna drew her knees up his sides, bringing them to her shoulders, her hands going to her ass. She fingered the lips of her cunt wide apart for him, listening to the wet slapping sounds. She humped up and down as wildly as he.

  Billy leaned back, watching his cock banging into his mother’s cunt, watching her hairy pussy, feeling her clitoris scraping his prickshaft. Each time he fucked into her cunt, her tits jiggled, and Donna cried out with ecstasy.

  “Harder, Billy! Harder!”

  Billy fucked hard, hoping he wouldn’t hurt his mother. But the harder he rammed his cock into her cunt, the better Donna loved it. She squealed wildly, hissing with rapture as her cunt stretched then gripped at her vents throbbing cock. She drew her hands from her ass, shoved them over her shaking stomach and pulled at the lips of her pussy for her son.

  “Ooooh, deep, baby, deep! Shove it as deep as you can! Ohhh, Billy, Billy! Drive your cock all the way to my cocksucking throat! I want to fuck it and suck it and… ohhh, fast and hard!”

  Clutching his mother’s thighs, Billy grunted with effort, fucking into his mother’s cunt very hard, hoping he didn’t bruise the tender flesh of her sensitive pussy. But she wanted to be fucked hard, and he was fucking her hard.

  Donna sobbed with pleasure, feeling the throbbing of her son’s cock with every nerve of her slender, lovely, erotic body. Her cunt felt more sensitive than ever. She felt as if her cunt were sucking and licking her son’s cock, sucking his prick the way her mouth could do. Her stomach began knotting as the fire swelled deep inside her cunt.

  “So close, Billy!” she squealed. “I’m so close to coming! Ohhh, stab my cunt! Stab the piss out of Mother’s cunt! Bang the shit out of Mother’s hot ass! Do it… do it!”

  “I’m about to come, too!” Billy groaned.

  “Oh, come in me! Come in my cunt! Billy, baby, darling… shoot that sweet come juice to Mother’s hot cunt!”

  Donna arched her ass high, her hands leaving her cunt and jerking to her swollen tits. She dug her fingers brutally into her tits, feeling the pain, but it was pleasurepain. She cried out as her orgasm burst, sending her naked body into spasms. She screamed loudly, her cunt sucking and gripping with powerful waves as she came.

  Billy couldn’t resist the tight contractions of his mother’s cunt. He gave a howl and rammed his cock as fast into her convulsing cunt as possible. The spraying of his come juice along the greedy walls of her cunt sent Donna into a stronger orgasm. She started going through a whole series of orgasms, or else it was one long, very long, drawnout orgasm. She didn’t know and didn’t care… she was coming hard with her son spurting his thick, sweet, creamy come juice into her starving cunt and that was all that mattered.

  They strained together, Billy’s cock pressing deep and hard.

  With a final shudder, Donna’s ass slumped, and Billy fell across his mother’s naked body. For a long minute, Donna couldn’t move. Then she closed her arms about him, hugging him against her tits tightly.

  “You see, darling,” she whispered. “You’re all the man I’ll ever need. No one could ever take care of my hot cunt the way you do. Mother’s pussy wants no other cock but yours.”

  But when Billy stood up, his cock drooping, she saw concern was still etched on his face.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Donna, sitting in her bath, wondered where Billy had gone off to.

  He had left the house over an hour ago, and since he hadn’t said where he was going, or when he would return, she wondered. It wasn’t like him to go off without letting her know where he would be and when he would be home.

  She leaned back in the tub, the fragrant bubbles bursting about her.

  She loved to be clean, as clean as possible.

  Yet, she loved to feel her son’s piss all over her body, too. But that was different, she knew. Having her son piss on her was delicious and exciting and made her cunt tingle. That was fun, very much fun. But she loved to be clean, too. She could lie around in a puddle of her son’s piss for hours, but after the excitement was gone, she had to bathe.

  She wondered why her son was so concerned. She had tried hard to let him know that just because a woman had a hot cunt, that didn’t mean she fucked anything and everything that got hard. But he was young, and he didn’t understand those things, she felt. As he became older, he would know what she was talking about.

  She ran soap over her flawless tits, washing her nipples. After a bit, she stood up in the tub, and soaped her cunt and ass carefully. Her pussy was quite hairy. She had once been worried about so much hair on her cunt, but discovered, as she grew older, that many men loved a hairy cunt.

  She stood in the tub, the bubbly water below her knees. Spreading her legs, she pulled her pussy open, and, with lewd giggling, began to piss. The golden piss arced outward and splashed into the bubbles. She purred softly and ran her hand along her cunt as she pissed, enjoying the hot feel.

  She cupped her hand, letting her piss pool in the palm, then lifted it to her face, washing about her cheeks. Cupping her palm again in the stream, she lapped at it like a puppy dog, giggling and feeling very wicked.

  She was glad Billy enjoyed pissing. She was glad he pissed on her cunt and up her ass and into her mouth. She was glad he enjoyed letting her piss on him, and in his face. There was something intensely exciting about pissing and watching it splash into her son’s face, or having him piss into her face. It was something she had fantasized for many years about, and now her son was making those fantasies come true.

  The stream of piss weakened, and then dribbled. Donna ran her palm into her cunt and then licked her hand. Squatting in the tub, she splashed water over her pussy, then pulled the plug.

  As she stepped out and reached for a towel, she heard the front door open, then close.

  “Is that you, Billy?” she called.

  “Yes, Mother.”

  “I’m in the bathroom, baby,” she called. “Should I put something on? Would you like for me to put those new panties on, the ones without the crotch in them?”

  Suddenly, she jerked upright, clutching the towl.

  Billy had come into the bathroom, but what startled her was he had someone with him.

  “Billy! What the…”

  The little girl had long blonde hair and huge blue eyes. Billy was holding her hand. The girl was small, not as tall as her son, and very young. The girl looked at Donna without blinking, squarely in the eye. Her little mouth pouted cutely as her blue eyes took in the thrust of Donna’s tits against the towel, her long legs beneath, and the fuzz of Donna’s cunt that showed. The girl was dressed in a frilly skirt and blouse.

  “This is Judy, Mother,” he said, without a blush. “You know, one of the girls I told you about yesterday.”

  “But, Billy…”

  “She wants to, Mother,” Billy said. “I told her about you, what you wanted to do, and Judy agreed.”

  Billy pulled the little girl forward
until she stood at his side. Donna saw a slender little beauty, a girl that looked at her with deep interest and no sign of embarrassment. Judy certainly didn’t look like a girl who went around fucking every hard cock she saw. She looked sweet and innocent, as if she preferred dolls to boys. Billy had to be wrong, Donna thought. He must have made a mistake.

  Billy saw his mother’s unbelieving expression.

  “Show her, Judy,” he said.

  The little girl stuck her thumb into her mouth, and lifted her skirt. The panties were tight little-girl panties, and her thighs were lusciously exciting. There was a slight bulge where her succulent cunt was, Donna saw. As the little girl stood sucking her thumb and holding her skirt up, Billy hooked his finger into Judy’s panties and drew them to one side.

  “Oh, no, Billy!” Donna protested, but she was gazing at the sweet pink slit of Judy with a hunger. No hair.

  Donna could not help herself. Her cunt puffed up and throbbed, her clitoris straining. She dropped the towel, and the little girl’s blue eyes began to sparkle as she stared at Donna’s naked body.

  “What did Billy say to you, Judy?” Donna asked.

  “He said you wanted to suck my pussy,” Judy said bluntly, staring at Donna’s hairy cunt with hot young eyes.

  Donna looked at her son. Now she understood his concern the day before. It wasn’t that he was afraid she would tire of him and find another boy or man. He had been wanting to find her a juicy cunt to suck.

  “Billy,” she said softly, reaching for him. “She’s so young. Are you sure about this?”

  “Judy said you could, Mother,” he said.

  “Judy, have you ever done anything like this before?” Donna wanted to know.

  “With my sister,” Judy replied.

  “Mother, Judy fucks all the time, and when she don’t have a cock, she’s with her sister, April. You’d like April, too.”

  “My sister and I suck each other off all the time,” Judy said. “You wanna meet April?”

  Donna didn’t know how to answer that. Judy was very young.

  “April got married a month ago,” Judy said. “And I stay with them a lot. We fuck her husband all the time, together.”