Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  “She’s real hot in there,” Freddie said in a husky voice. “Tight and hot. I bet my cock would feel good in her cunt.”

  “You gonna fuck her?” Tommy asked. “You gonna put your cock in her, Freddie?”

  “I might.”

  “We could get in trouble,” Tommy warned. “I thought we were just gonna tie her up and look and feel. She’s gonna tell on us.”

  “Janice won’t say anything,” Freddie replied. “She knows we can grab her anytime we want.”

  He fucked his finger in and out of her tight, hot cunt.

  Janice was sobbing again, but not with pain. Her cunt was strangely moist, and there was a sensation in and around it that she had never felt before. It seemed to her that Freddie’s finger went awfully deep, and her cuntlips seemed about to tear, the way they stretched around his finger. Freddie pulled his finger from her pussy, then pinched the tender lips together, bringing a muffled cry of pain from Janice. He laughed, pinching her cunt again.

  Janice tried to move, but that was impossible. Searing pain shot through her body as Freddie kept pinching the lips of her cunt.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Susan Burke entered the house, feeling the air-conditioning cool her body immediately. She dropped her packages on the couch and went to the kitchen for a cold glass of water.

  She was a tall willowy woman. In her early thirties, she had lost none of her good looks. Her dark hair swung about her shoulders, glittering from constant brushing. Her dress swirled about her long legs in a most attractive manner. Her tits, still firm with uptilted nippies, strained at the bodice.

  She was a happy woman, even though divorced for the past two years. The only thing marring her happiness was the behavior of her two sons. They refused to obey her, running wild around the neighborhood. She was afraid they would get into serious trouble some day. She had no control over them anymore, not since losing their father. She was going to have to do something about them, she felt, and soon.

  Placing her glass on the sink, she turned toward the living room again, but she stopped when she heard a strange sound coming from the garage.

  She went to the door. She heard the sound again before she reached it. It sounded like someone was crying, but muffled, as though they were trying to be quiet.

  Opening the door, she froze.

  Susan recognized the little girl tied up on the floor of the garage. She saw Janice was naked from her waist down, and what shocked her most of all was Freddie and Tommy were also naked.

  The boys were pinching her, pinching her cunt and the cheeks of her little ass. Susan saw her sons’ hard cocks, and their expressions indicated a cruel delight as they tormented that sweet little girl.

  She saw all this in a fraction of a second, then she was in the garage jerking her sons away, shoving them against the wall of the garage.

  “Damn you!” she shouted angrily at them. “What are you doing to this little girl?”

  Susan squatted and began untying Janice, soothing her with quiet words. Once she had her loose, she helped Janice to her feet, then hugged her tightly as she glared at Freddie and Tommy.

  “How could you?” she said. “Janice is only a little girl. And look what you’ve done to her!”

  Freddie and Tommy pressed against the garage wall, their cocks no longer hard. Hatred came from their eyes as they watched their mother comforting the girl. The hatred was soon gone, however, when they saw the way their mother looked at them. They were going to be punished, they knew.

  Susan hugged Janice tightly, feeling the girl trembling as she cried softly against her tits. She looked around and saw Janice’s skirt. When she located the girl’s panties, her anger grew. Helping Janice into the skirt, she turned to her boys again.

  “In the house, you two, right now.” When they reached for their pants, she stopped them. “Naked!”

  They left, trying to swagger, looking back at their mother.

  “They’ve ruined your panties, darling,” Susan said to Janice. “You’ll have to go home without them. Please, honey, don’t say anything about this. I’ll make sure they’re punished for what they did to you.”

  “I won’t,” Janice sniffed. “I’d be too ashamed to say anything.”

  Susan cleaned the girl up as best she could, then kissed her at the door. “Don’t forget, don’t say a word.”

  She watched Janice going down the walk, then closed the door and turned, leaning there for a moment, almost crying. She was going to have to punish Freddie and Tommy, yet she hated to do it. It had been a very long time since she had spanked them, but that was what they needed right now.

  Steeling herself, she walked almost stiff-legged to their room. They were on one bed, on their stomachs, whispering to each other.

  Susan looked at her sons, their thighs and naked asses. She went to a drawer and pulled out a belt.

  Freddie and Tommy watched her warily. They turned onto their backs, ready to cringe from the belt.

  “You know that was wrong,” she said, trying to keep her eyes away from their cocks and balls. “You can’t go around tying up little girls and tormenting them. It’s cruel for one thing, and for another, what if you were caught? We’d be run out of the neighborhood.”

  “Aw, Janice didn’t mind, Mom,” Freddie lied. “She liked it. She even asked us to tie her up and pinch her.”

  “That’s right, Mom,” Tommy said. “We didn’t do anything she didn’t ask us to do.”

  Susan glanced at their cocks. They seemed to be swelling, but she wasn’t sure. The hand holding the belt trembled, and she was about to cry. Her legs shook and she sat on the bed opposite them. Her gaze kept coming back to their cocks, and her face was warm.

  Freddie and Tommy looked at each other. A message seemed to pass between them. They sat up on the edge of the bed, not trying to hide their cocks and balls.

  Susan gazed at them with transfixed eyes, and suddenly she dropped the belt and covered her face, sobbing. She couldn’t spank them, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off those young cocks, and she didn’t know what was happening to her. There was a strange feeling inside her body, one she didn’t understand.

  Freddie and Tommy left the room, still naked from the waist down.

  “She didn’t have the guts to spank us,” Freddie said as they entered the garage.

  “I know,” Tommy said. “I bet we could tie her up, too.”

  “That’s something to think about,” Freddie said. “Why don’t we do it? We’ll tie her up and take her fucking panties off and see a real hairy cunt.”

  “You wanna make her pissed at us, don’t you?”

  “She ain’t gonna spank us,” Freddie said. “You saw her sit down and start crying, didn’t you? No, Mom ain’t gonna do a fucking thing to us.”

  They worked in the garage for a couple of hours, getting it ready, talking about what they were going to do, keeping their excitement at a high pitch. Their cocks stayed very hard as they worked. By the time they finished, they were sweating despite the cool air coming into the garage from the duct above the door.

  “Now, let’s get her out here,” Freddie said.

  “She won’t come.”

  “Goddamn it, call her and see,” Freddie said. “It’s the only way we can do it. She’s bigger than us; we can’t just grab her the way we did Janice. Go on, call her.”

  Tommy opened the door of the garage, peeking into the kitchen. “Mom, Freddie wants you.”

  “Tell him I’m in the living room,” Susan called back nerously.

  “He wants you out here,” Tommy called out, his voice shaking as he tried to make it sound firm.

  Susan entered the kitchen, seeing Tommy’s face just before he let the door close. She felt apprehensive, almost as if she were afraid to open the door. Turning the knob, she shoved it open.

  Immediately a looped rope was shoved over her hand and she was jerked into the garage. Susan gave a cry of surprise. Another rope was looped on her other wrist before she could re
cover, and her hands were pulled behind her back.

  “What are you doing?” she snapped, struggling.

  Her arms ached as her hands were pulled behind her and upwards. She was pulled backwards, and her arms were tied to the wall of the garage.

  “Turn me loose, now! You two are going to get yourselves into serious trouble.”

  Susan struggled, but the more she writhed, the more pain she felt in her shoulders. She stamped her feet in frustrated anger, glaring at her sons.

  Freddie and Tommy stood back, looking at their mother as she twisted. The look in their young eyes was frightening to her. How could she allow two youngs boys tie her up, walk into their trap, after seeing what they had done to Janice? Freddie and Tommy were too young for this, she thought, wondering where and how they had gotten such ideas.

  “Let’s take her panties off,” Tommy said. “Let’s see her cunt. I wanna see if she’s real hairy on her cunt.”

  “Tommy!” Susan snapped.

  “Aw, Mom,” Freddie said. “You might as well shut up. We ain’t gonna let you loose for awhile. We were having fun with Janice until you came home.”

  Susan saw that his cock was standing up hard. So was Tommy’s cock. They were excited, she realized. They intended to go through with this. None of her threats had affected them. She was as helpless as Janice had been. She tried to straighten up, but the pain in her shoulders became more severe.

  “Please,” she said, thinking perhaps that pleading would help. “Please, untie me. I’m your mother. We’ll forget about Janice, and forget about this, if you’ll untie me now. My arms hurt.”

  “We gotta see your cunt first, Mom,” Freddie said. “We wanna see if you’ve got a real hairy cunt.”

  “Don’t say that!” Susan whimpered. “Don’t say those words!”

  “We can say any fucking thing we wanna say,” Tommy said.

  “And see any fucking thing we wanna see,” Freddie replied, stroking his throbbing cock. “And use this if we wanna.”

  As they approached her, Susan struggled again. She tried to keep them from grabbing her feet, but they were fast. She looked down as they looped ropes about her ankles, then pulled her feet apart, very wide. The only thing that kept her from falling was her arms lifted high above her. The ropes at her ankles were secured to the wall of the garage. Her legs were stretched almost three feet apart.

  Next, leaving one of her wrists tied, the boys worked together until she had one arm up and out, secured to a hook they had driven into the wall. Next they retied her other arm, making their mother spreadeagled against the wall.

  Susan felt so humiliated to be tied up this way. Tears were in her eyes. She couldn’t move at all, and most of her weight was on her arms.

  “Lift her dress,” Freddie said, still stroking his cock. “Let’s see Mom’s panties.”

  “Don’t!” Susan said quickly. “Don’t you dare!”

  “You think we should put a gag in her mouth, Freddie?” Tommy asked. “She might start screaming.”

  Freddie looked at their mother. “Are you, Mom? If you scream, we’re gonna have to stuff something in your mouth.”

  Susan didn’t want a gag. She was afraid it would cut off her breathing. She shook her head.

  “You shouldn’t be doing this to your mother,” she said. “It isn’t nice. Let me go now, and I won’t ever say anything about Janice or this, never.”

  “It’s too late, Mom,” Freddie said. “You were gonna spank us.”

  “But I didn’t,” Susan pleaded. “I didn’t spank you! Why are you being so cruel to me? I didn’t spank you.”

  “But you were gonna,” Tommy said.

  “Oh, God — please!”

  “Raise her fucking dress, Tommy,” Freddie said.

  Tommy grabbed the hem of his mother’s dress, lifting it.

  Susan began to sob softly as he pulled it up, exposing her long, slim, creamy thighs. Her body shook as tears streamed from her eyes. She felt the hot flush of shame come over her cheeks, and she turned her head to one side, as if trying to hide her shame.

  They gazed at her thighs, seeing them stretched wide. Tommy lifted his mother’s dress higher, and his eyes went wide as her panties were expsed.

  Susan wished she had worn another pair, not the tiny, flimsy bikini one that hugged her ass so tightly. The shadow of her cunt hair, formed in a lovely triangle, could be seen through the thin panties. The crotch was pulled tight, and hair curled from the edges of it.

  “Look at her cunt!” Freddie gasped. “She’s sure got the fucking hair on it.”

  Tommy was more excited now. “Let’s take her dress off. I wanna see everything.”

  “Yeah, let’s do that!”

  “Oh, please don’t,” Susan sobbed. “You’ve seen enough! Don’t take my dress off.”

  “How are we gonna do it? We’ve got to untie her,” Tommy said.

  “No, use the knife and just cut it off,” Freddie urged.

  Tommy got the knife and opened the top of his mother’s dress, slicing downward.

  Susan cringed from the knife, hearing her dress being torn all the way down the front. It hung open, her bra showing, almost overflowing with her creamy tits. She felt naked before their eyes. Shame came hotter than ever to her face.

  Tommy pulled the ruined dress from his mother’s body. He stood back with Freddie, both of them staring at their mother in bra and panties. Their eyes glowed with awed excitement. Their cocks stood up in throbbing hardness, quivering.

  Susan glanced at them, and through the blur of her tears, she could not help but see their cocks. A lurch went through her, a burning sensation. Her mind cried out at what was happening to her. Her cunt, she realized, was getting wet!

  “She’s pretty!” Freddie said in a low voice.

  “Beautiful, you mean,” Tommy corrected, gripping his cock hard, making the head bulge from his fist.

  Susan wanted to scream, to get free. She twisted and turned, not knowing that her movements made her sons even more excited.

  Freddie came close, and she felt him running his hand over her tits. She whimpered as he squeezed one, then the other. Tommy had stepped to her side, and she felt his nervous hand moving along her stomach, then it was between her legs, moving back and forth Susan felt her cunt twitch, sucking inward as his palm rubbed the growing wetness.

  “Let’s get her naked,” Freddie said, his voice sounding husky. “Let’s take everything off her.”

  They worked feverishly, their hands shaking, removing their mother’s bra and then cutting her panties off.

  Susan felt so ashamed as she became naked before their hot eyes. Her tits strained out, nipples hard and arching upwards.

  She whimpered when her sons began to feel her tits, massaging them, squeezing the firm flesh. She felt a sharp pain when her nipples were pinched and twisted. She felt wet heat on one nipple, and she turned to look down. Tommy was sucking at her tit, sucking vigorously, his tongue swirling as his lips pulled.

  Freddie was watching his brother sucking their mother’s tit, and then he, too, began to suck on the other one. Susan felt the hardness of their cocks pressing against her thighs, throbbing and dripping, leaving a wet spot on each thigh near her hip.

  “Please, please,” she begged. “Don’t do this to me! I’m your mother! You can’t do this… it’s not right!”

  She felt hands on her naked ass, hands that stroked and squeezed. They kept sucking at her tits, using their teeth now, biting hard, making Susan cry out in pain. They began to pinch the cheeks of her ass brutally.

  Fingers pulled at the hair of her cunt, sending a searing pain through her crotch. She twisted and wiggled, but the ropes held her secure in the obscene spreadeagled position.

  Freddie and Tommy pulled back, looking at her tits. She watched them step back, then squat down. They looked up between her legs, staring at her cunt. Susan knew her cunt was open from the way her legs were stretched. Shame flooded her face as they looked at her pussy.


  Freddie and Tommy saw the pink lips of their mother’s cunt. They saw her slightly swollen clit. Freddie slipped his hand to his mother’s cunt and cupped it, squeezing with a finger almost inside.

  Susan’s shook, her hips jerking back.

  “Don’t!” she snapped. “Don’t do that!”

  Freddie laughed. “Why the fuck not, Mom? What are you gonna do to me — spank me again?”

  He thrust his finger into her cunt.

  “Ohhh, damn you!” Susan shouted. “Damn you! Damn you!”

  Freddie began to plunge his finger in and, out of her cunt, and, to Susan’s horror, she was becoming wet. She tried to will her cunt to stop, but the more his finger thrust into her, the wetter she became. She was responding to them, not wanting to, but responding just the same.

  There was a tingle in her cunt that she had not felt in over two years. Susan knew that if her son kept fingerfucking her, she would come.

  “Let me do it,” she heard Tommy say.

  Freddie pulled his finger out, and Susan felt Tommy shove his into her. She could not resist looking down her naked body, watching them. They were so absorbed in staring at her cunt and watching their fingers fuck her, they didn’t look up.

  Susan could see their cocks, thick and long and very hard, precome seeping from their piss holes. A shiver rippled up and down her spine, and her cunt seemed to steam.

  They were taking turns fingerfucking her. The insides of her thighs were slippery with juice as they switched fingers. She could hear them breathing faster and she began to hope it would end soon. Maybe, she told herself, they would come fast, then untie her. Could they come? she wondered. They were very young, and she knew nothing about young boys, at what age they started to come.

  Susan began to whimper softly. There was that familiar tingle in her cunt, and she could feel her clit swelling, distending into a throbbing hardness. She choked back a squeal, not wanting to come, not wanting them to know she was going to come. But she couldn’t prevent it. Her hips were thrusting now, moving back and forth, grinding within the limits of the ropes.

  She clamped her mouth tight, her bottom lip between her teeth.