Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  “Oh,” she gasped as he pulled away. “You shouldn’t… we’ve just met.”

  “I couldn’t resist,” Frank said, a smile on his face. “I’m sorry if I insulted you.”

  “Oh, no!” Susan said quickly, a flush on her pretty cheeks. “I mean… I don’t want you to…”

  He cupped her chin in his fingers, holding her face to his. “I don’t think anything except how beautiful you are.”

  Before Susan knew what was happening, Frank had his arms about her, holding her close, his lips pressing against hers. When she felt his tongue probe at her lips, she could not resist opening her mouth. Immediately, his tongue filled it, and she trembled as she sucked at it. She felt his hands sliding to her jutting tits and made no effort to stop him. Then he put one hand down on her hips, his finger caressing her inside the crisscrossed straps of her shorts. She felt as if her body was on fire, and she could not swallow a low moan of pleasure.

  “Oh, my God,” she gasped when he released her, “You must think I’m terrible, letting you kiss me this way. I just met you, Frank.”

  “Maybe so,” he said, “but I think you felt the same thing I did. I’m not sure what it is, but I like the feeling.”

  Janice interrupted them with two cups of coffee, and Susan’s hands shook so badly she almost spilled the liquid. She sipped the coffee and listened to Frank. She found out he worked hare trying to build up his own business, that sometimes he worked until after midnight. She was relieved to know he wasn’t out with women. She also wished Janice would find something to do and leave them alone. But the little girl remained.

  When Susan stood to leave, her legs were very weak and her cunt was boiling. At the door Frank suddenly pulled her against him, with Janice looking on with a pleased expression on her pretty face. As Frank pressed her to him, she felt his cock, hard and throbbing, against her quivering stomach. Her back was toward the door, and she felt him cup her asscheeks, drawing her close. Susan almost melted in his arms and her hips moved of their own volition, grinding for just a moment his hard cock.

  Then she was gone.

  By the time she arrive home, Susan was so steamed up she would have fucked anything that moved. She sat in the car for a long time, thinking of what had happened. She had never felt so attracted to any man in her life, and she had never allowed petting and kissing within minutes of meeting a man. But she could not deny the reactions of her body or of her cunt.

  Stevie was waiting when she entered the house. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it for a few moments, trying to collect her emotions. She couldn’t stop the erotic shivers that rippled up her flesh and her cunt felt as if she would come with just a light touch. Her eyes were closed, and when she opened them, she found her son staring at her, puzzled.

  “Anything wrong, Mom?” he asked.

  “Oh, no!” she said. “Everything is fine, just great!” She walked toward him, and pulled his head tightly against her bare stomach, hugging him. “I love you, Stevie. God, I love you so much!”

  “Hey, Mom,” he protested, trying to wiggle free. “What’s this all about, anyway? You sick or something?”

  “I’m not sick, silly,” she laughed. “I just wanted to hug you. Do you know it’s been over a year since I’ve hugged you?”

  She could feel his face against her naked flesh, feel his breath. Then his arms were about her waist, holding her tightly, too. Stevie dropped one hand, and for a brief moment, she felt it on her ass. His touch was so terribly brief; he had pulled his hand away as if he had touched a hot flame. But the touch had set her off, and she felt her cunt tingle hotly. She writhed her stomach against his face, swaying her hips as she held him. Then she turned him loose.

  Susan leaned down and kissed Stevie’s lips, holding his face between her hands. Impulsively, she stuck the tip of her tongue into his mouth, then pulled away, giggling. She turned and skipped down the hall, and Stevie sat there, watching his mother’s tight ass, wondering about his suddenly-hard cock.

  Ten minute later, Susan returned to the living room. She had taken her shorts and halter off, and was wrapped is a huge towel. It barely concealed the curls of her cunt, and Stevie was certain he could see the cunt hair. When she went past him and toward the kitchen, he saw the enticing lower swell of her ass cheeks clearly, and his cock swelled inside his pants. He didn’t know what was going on. He had never seen his mother this way before, but he was excited by it.

  Susan made herself coffee in the kitchen, wondering just what she was up to. She wasn’t sure, but it made her feel so good. After being touched and kissed by Frank, her pussy had continued to tingle hotly, and her pussy heat was growing stronger by the moment.

  Taking her coffee, she returned to the living room and sat on a chair across from her son. She crossed her long legs, and saw that he was watching her with glazed eyes. She knew he could seethe curve of her hip and the swell of her tits, and her cunt was twitching until she was afraid she would have to reach down and rub her clit, even if her son did watch.

  Susan noticed that Stevie was nervous. She could see the lump of his prick inside his pants, and it pleased her to know she was giving him a stiff cock.

  Finishing her coffee, she stood up to get another cup, and the towel slipped. She almost lost it. As it was, she grabbed it about her tits with a squeal and walked away with her ass totally naked. Stevie grunted with desire as he gazed at his mother’s rounded creamy ass and long thighs. His cock throbbed and he almost came in his pants.

  When Susan returned, the towel was back in place, but her eyes were gleaming with erotic desire. She looked at her son, her eyes fixed upon the lump of his cock.

  “Was she a good fuck?” Susan asked. “Janice, I mean.”

  “You knew?” Stevie looked startled.

  “She came to the bathroom naked, darling,” Susan grinned wickedly. “How could I not know you’d fucked her?”

  He stared back at his mother, not knowing what to say. But Susan wouldn’t drop it. Stevie was not embarrassed, she noted. “I bet she was a good fuck, darling, but I think I’m better.”

  “What do you mean. Mom?”

  “I mean that I’m a better piece of ass,” Susan said bluntly. “Want to find out?”

  Stevie swallowed hard, his eyes huge. Again, there was a flush on his cheeks. Susan was amused at his confusion, and she deliberately allowed one creamy, swelling tit to become exposed to her son.

  Stevie gurgled with pleasure as he saw his mother’s tit — the nipple rubbery hard. Susan held her tit, placing her coffee cup on a small table near the chair. She worked her fingers into the springy flesh of her tit, her nipple standing out through her fingers.

  “Would you like to kiss my tit darling?” she asked, her voice low and husky. “Want to kiss mother’s titty?”

  He hesitated but Susan wasn’t going to let him out of it. “Come on, baby,” she urged hotly. “You’ve been sitting there with a hard cock ever since I came home.”

  “But you’re my mother!”

  “Does that bother you, Stevie?” she asked in a soft voice, squeezing her exposed tits lovingly.

  “It don’t bother me. Come on, baby, kiss my tit for me.”

  When he stood up, he made no effort to conceal his throbbing cock. Susan gazed meaningfully at the bulge of his cocks as he started toward her. She licked her lips with anticipation. As he sat on the arm of the chair next to her, she pulled his hand to her tit, wrapping his fingers about her creamy titflesh. When she knew he would caress and feel her tit on his own, she ran her hand half way up his thigh.

  “Isn’t my tit nice?” she murmured. “Do you like mother’s tit, Stevie? Play with my titties, darling. Squeeze my tits and hold them and kiss them!”

  Stevie was not so embarrassed now. He shoved the towel down, revealing both of his mother’s creamy, swelling tits. He fondled both of her tits, his cock achingly hard. Susan slipped her fingertips higher, and probed the tip of his prick gently. Then, almost in a frenzy, she
opened his pants and had his cock out in the open. She looked at his prick as she wrapped her fingers around his strong, hard prickshaft, pumping slowly and tightly.

  She loved the way he was feeling her tits now, and she leaned back in the chair and pulled his face down. When her son closed his lips around her nipple, she sighed with pleasure, squirming her ass about until the towel was fully open.

  As she jacked off her son’s cock, she was delighted to see his hand run down her stomach and into the thick mass of her cunt hair. She spread her legs wide, and then he had a finger inside her slippery, gripping cunt.

  “Oooo, wonderful, darling!” she murmured, pumping faster on his cock. “Ohhh, do that to me, darling! Finger my pussy, Stevie! Finger mother’s cunt!”

  Unable to resist, Susan dropped her face to Stevie’s lap. She brushed the head of his dripping cock with her hot lips, tasting the pre-cum that bubbled from his pisshole. With a low growl, she opened her lips and closed them around the swollen head of his cock. She heard her son grunt with surprise, but he made no move to stop her.

  Susan felt his cock burn against her lips, and her tongue fluttered about his dripping cockhead, licking all about his piss-slot. She could feet his cock throbbing between her lips and against her tongue. And although he was no longer fingerfucking her, he was holding her naked tits tightly?

  The taste of Stevie’s cock was enough to make her go into a series of orgasms, and she mewled with pleasure as her ass writhed in the chair, her lips working on his sweet hard cock.

  “Oh, Mom, Mom!” Stevie groaned. “That’s good! I like that! Suck my cock some more, Mom?”

  Susan opened her lips wide, and shoved her face downward. She took the full length of his sweet cock into her mouth, feeling his prickhead brush the back of her throat. She pressed her hot, wet lips about his cockshaft as she drew up, sucking powerfully oh his prick.

  Suddenly, Susan pulled her lips off Stevie’s cock. She began to work feverishly at his pants, opening them, wanting desperately to see his balls. He was not much help; he was still surprised at her cocksucking, despite his intense desire.

  Finally, she had his pants halfway down, and she looked hotly at his exposed cock and balls. There was no more hair on them than Janice had on her cunt, and this was a delight to her. She cupped his balls in her hot palm, holding them. She kissed his nuts, ran her tongue over them, and he simply sat there, trembling with ecstasy.

  Then Susan looked at her son. Her dark eyes were glazed with passion. She ran her tongue over her hips, then whispered: “Fuck me, Stevie! Oh baby, please fuck me! I’m so hot… I want you to fuck mother!”

  She pulled him from the arm of the chair, drawing him between her knees. His cock jerked up down as she pressed him to his knees. Then she scooted her ass to the edge of the cushion, her legs spread wide. She took his cock in one hand and spread the thick hair of her cunt with the other. She rubbed the dripping head of her son’s cock up and down the steamy lips of her wet cunt, pressing his prickhead against her swollen clit. The contact of his prick against her pussy made her body shako with ecstasy and she moaned softly with anticipation of her son’s cock thrusting into her slippery cunt.

  Stevie watched her press his prick against her clit, rubbing his cockhead with her fiery hot, very wet, pussylips. His balls had drawn up tight at the base of his prick, and he was struggling to keep from coming. He was so excited he was shivering and his hands were running up and down his mother’s hips and waist, over her shaking stomach and up to her swelling tits. He twisted at her nipples, making her whimper with delight.

  “I want your prick in me, baby!” she hissed at him. “I want your cock in my cunt! Fuck mother, Stevie! Ohhh, I want you to fuck me so much!”

  Stevie watched with amazement as Susan lifted her pussy and put the head of his cock inside her fiery cunt. She took him by his hips and pulled him forward, her pussy wrapping around his throbbing rock. His sparse hair was pressed tightly against the thick curls of her pussy, and his cock was buried all the way inside her cunt. His balls rested against the warm flesh of her ass, and she began to pant as she moved her hips. She was sliding hot cunt back and forth on his cock, and all he could do at the moment was stare down at the way she fucked him. “Come on, darling! Fuck me!” she urged hotly. “You’re supposed to move, too! Fuck me, honey! Don’t make mother do all the fucking work! Come on… fuck my cunt for me!”

  Stevie began to thrust in and out, his cock stabbing deep into Susan’s pussy, then almost out of her clasping pussylips. She gurgled with ecstasy as she held his hips. “That’s it, Stevie! Oohhhh, yes, yes! Now you’re fucking me! Now you’re fucking mother! Ohhh, baby, baby! Give my hot cunt some of that hard cock! Fuck my cunt, honey! Fuck mother’s cunt!”

  Susan’s hips churned in a frenzy as she clutched at Stevie’s hips. She writhed and squirmed, her cunt gripping his hard, throbbing cock like a wet hand.

  The moist fucking sounds floated about them, and Susan was almost beside herself. As she squirmed her pussy against his stabbing prick, she realized she had wanted to fuck her son for a long time. She was not surprised at the revelation; she was pleased to let it come out. She had wanted to fuck her son for years, and at the same time, had denied it. Perhaps, if she had not met Frank, she would not be fucking her son now, she thought. But she was fucking her don, and it didn’t matter what started it off.

  “Mmmmmmm, honey, honey!” she squealed as she banged her hips up and down. “Oh, that’s a beautiful cock, Stevie! I love your prick, love it so fucking much! Fuck my cunt, darling! Give mother’s cunt your hard cock! Oooooo, yes!”

  Stevie couldn’t say much. His throat was dry and constricted. All his being was centered in and around his cock and balls. The things his mother was saying, though, increased his desire. His fingers dug into the firm, smooth flesh of her churning hips, and his gaze seemed glued to his mother’s hairy cunt as her fuck hole seemed to devour his cock like a greedy mouth.

  Susan was not holding his hips now, but was clutching at her swollen tits. She dug her fingers into her firm, spongy titflesh until it hurt, her nipples feeling ready to burst. She squealed and whimpered and mewled, her eyes closed as the ecstasy shot through her naked body like electricity. Her flat stomach rippled as she churned and ground her hips, her cunt trying to get him, balls and all, up inside her pussy.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh, God!” she groaned in pleasure. “Honey, oh, honey! I’m going to come! That sweet, hard cock of yours is going to make mother come! Oh! Fuck my cunt, baby! I’m about to come!”

  With a loud wail, Susan flexed her pussy around her son’s prick and she began to come in a shuddering wave of rippling flesh. Her cunt squeezed reflexively on her son’s throbbing cock and he had some difficulty thrusting now.

  She shot her hands to his hips and drew him tightly between her thighs, holding his cock deep up her boiling spasming pussy. “You, too!” she yelled! “I went you to come, too, baby! I want to feel you coming in my cunt! Spurt your jizz in my pussy! Give me that hot, delicious cum!”

  Stevie grunted, and Susan felt his prick swell. Then he was shooting thick jism deep inside her churning, receptive cunt, Susan wailed again as she felt her son coming inside her and she went almost out of her mind with ecstasy. Her cunt squeezed and held his spurting cock, and she shivered and shook violently.

  Stevie slumped over his mother’s shaking, naked body, and she held him tenderly. His cock slipped from her cunt, testing along the crevice of her ass checks. She caressed his heaving back for awhile, and when he recovered, she kissed him gently.

  “Well, was I a good fuck?” she whispered, smiling. “Am I a better fucker than Janice?”

  Stevie could hardly speak. But she was pleased with his reply. “Yes, you are, Mom.”

  She cupped his ass and squeezed the cheeks, kissing his neck and shoulder. “I hope Janice is a good fuck, too, though, Stevie. I don’t mean to sound like I’m jealous, because I’m not. I think it’s great that you fucked her.”


  Stevie stood up, looking down at his mother’s sprawled, beautiful body. He was no longer embarrassed. His cock glistened in the fading light with the slippery wetness from his mother’s cunt.

  Susan saw the question in his eyes, and she laughed with pleasure. “Yes, she’ll be back, baby. Don’t worry. And you have both of us to fuck when your cock gets nice and hard, now.”

  She got to her feet, picking up the towel and draping it across her shoulders. She wiggled her naked ass at him, then took his hand. “I don’t see any reason for either of us to sleep alone tonight, do you, darling?”

  Stevie grinned lewdly at his mother. She led him to her bedroom, and, pulling the sheets back, told him to undress and climb into bed.

  “This could become a habit, Mom,” he said.

  “Ooooo, I hope so.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Susan woke up late the next morning. She stretched and yawned, then became aware that her son was sound asleep next to her. She turned to look at him. He looked so young, sleeping there peacefully. A ray of sunlight came through the window, making his tanned body look golden. He had kicked the sheet off during the night, and was sleeping on his back. Susan looked down his body and saw that his cock was standing up firm and hard.

  She sat up in the bed, crossing her feet in front of her, facing her son. She looked for a long time at his prick and balls, thrilled to be seeing them ready for fucking. Her cunt still throbbed from the fucking they had done after getting into bed.

  She stroked Stevie’s thighs lightly, lovingly. She touched his balls gently, then ran a fingertip up the side of his upstanding cock. He continued to sleep. She wrapped her fingers about his prick and gently jacked up and down on his cockshaft. She loved the hardness of his cock, the length of it, the sparse hair at his cockroot. She was surprised to find her son’s cock as big as it was. Somehow, she thought it would be a small prick, the way his cock had been as a little boy.