She thought Jerry would never stop coming, his come juice filling her mouth time and again. She swallowed with hungry pleasure, taking every drop of the sweet, thick come juice, her throat burning as it ran down.
When Jerry pulled his cock free of her clutching mouth, Kathy looked down her body in time to see Robert yank his throbbing cock out of her gripping cunt. Ellen quickly wrapped her mouth about her son’s cock and shoved her lips to the base. A loud whimper of greedy pleasure came from Ellen as her son gushed into her mouth.
Kathy watched, her eyes filmed with erotic delight, as Ellen sucked her son’s cock off. She knew the woman was getting the taste of her cunt with that come juice, just as she had tasted Cindy’s pussy with Jerry’s come juice.
They sprawled about on the floor, legs and arm’s spread wide. The lips of Kathy and Ellen glistened with the come juice, and Cindy’s little ass twitched as the pleasure continued to rumble through her small, sweet body.
A short time later, after they had a brief rest, Jerry said, “There’s one thing I want.”
“What’s that, darling?” Ellen asked.
“A piece of Kathy’s ass,” he replied.
“But you’ve had a piece of her ass, Jerry,” Ellen laughed. “Don’t you remember when you took her home the other night?”
“I said ass,” he laughed. “I fucked her cunt and she sucked my cock off, but I haven’t had apiece of her ass. You know, up the ass, in the asshole.”
Kathy shivered, giggling happily. She twisted over onto her stomach, pulling her knees underneath and raising her rounded, creamy ass into the air.
“Do it!” she squealed. “I’d love to have that big cock up my ass, Jerry! Fuck me up my ass… right up my asshole!”
Jerry knelt behind her lifted ass. When the pressure of his hard cock pressed against her asshole, Kathy whimpered with pleasure. She screamed as his huge cock slipped into her ass; then he thrust it deep. She felt every throbbing ridge of his cock as he began to fuck her tight asshole. She reached between her thighs and grabbed his swinging balls.
Before her face, she saw Ellen and her daughter spreading their thighs over each other’s faces, and then Cindy and Ellen were tongue fucking and licking at each other’s cunts. Cindy was on top of her mother, her young, pretty face covered by all the hair of her mother’s cunt. Ellen was licking and tongue fucking her daughter’s hairless cunt hungrily.
Kathy’s asshole was stretched by Jerry’s thick cock and she trembled with pleasure. She gave a hiss of delight when she saw Robert get behind his sister’s squirming ass. Ellen clawed at her daughter’s ass cheeks, taking her mouth away from the succulent cunt to tell her son, “Fuck Cindy in her asshole, Robert! Fuck your sister’s hot, tight asshole!”
Kathy saw Robert’s cock disappear into the pucker of Cindy’s asshole, then he was plunging in and out in frenzy.
Taking Jerry’s huge cock into her asshole, watching Cindy and Ellen lick each other’s cunts, and seeing Robert fuck his sister up the ass, Kathy was hoping they would always call on her when they needed someone to baby sit Robert and Cindy. She would always be available.
THE END
CB-4338 WHAT A HOT MOTHER
FOREWORD
It has been said that every person has some dark passion in his soul some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen even by the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet sometimes these dark passions surface, and the headlines scream of someone’s antisocial behavior or, in same cases, illegal acts. In fact, hardly a day goes by without these hidden passions coming to the fore and resulting in big news.
WHAT A HOT MOTHER is a dramatic representation of a family — a mother, her sons and her daughter, who dare to let their most base desires came to the surface. They are people who are willing to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to become completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to let it all hang out.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Ann stood watching from behind the doorway entering the garage.
Her daughter, Misty, was sitting on an old mattress that had been stored there. She was in the middle of it with her dress bunched about her waist. Misty’s legs were spread out wide before her, her panties dangling at her left ankle. She sat sideways to Ann’s line of vision, and it was obvious to, Ann that her daughter was playing with her pussy, agitating her clit with her fingers. Soft gasps of pleasure came bubbling from the girl.
Directly in front of Misty sat Gloria, Misty’s girl friend. Gloria, too, had her dress about her waist, but her panties were completely off. Like Misty, Gloria’s legs were spread. Ann saw that Gloria was plunging a finger in and out of her cunt, fingerfucking with more enthusiasm than Misty. The girls were watching each other intently, gazing hotly between the other’s thighs, excitement hot in their shining eyes.
Ann’s first impulse was to enter the garage and scold the two young girls. But she was held in place by the sudden, unexpected throbbing in her own cunt.
Her legs began to shake and become weak as she saw her daughter slip her middle finger in to her cunt and move it in and out. She had fucked her cunt many times with her finger when she was Misty’s age. If Misty wanted to fingerfuck herself, she didn’t care; she could fuck her cunt with her finger all she wanted. But she wasn’t sure about Misty doing it with another girl. Yet, there was no denying the increasing pleasure she, herself, felt by watching the two girls jacking off.
Ann’s hairy cunt began to twitch with a steamy heat that she had not felt in a long time. The sensation in her pussy was almost enough to make her press a fist against her pussy and rub it.
“Lemme feel your pussy,” Misty said to Gloria. “I’ll play with yours, and you play with mine, okay?”
Ann’s eyes went wider as she watched the girls take their fingers out of their cunts. Misty reached between Gloria’s thighs and, for a moment, felt her wet cunt lips. Then she stabbed her finger up Gloria’s cunt. Gloria shoved her finger into Misty’s pussy, and the two girls began to vigorously fingerfuck each other.
Ann wondered how long this had been going on. Listening to them, she thought it must have been for some time. This was not, obviously, the first time they had explored their hairless cunts.
“Wanna make each other come?” Misty’s voice sounded low and husky. “Let’s finger fuck each other until we come. Okay, Gloria?”
“Let’s do that!” Gloria replied.
Misty giggled and began to thrust her finger into Gloria’s cunt faster and more eagerly now. Ann saw her daughter was also playing with Gloria’s tiny, hard clit with her thumb, making the girl twist her naked little ass about. The two girls began to pant with increasing pleasure as they finger fucked each other, their eyes hot as they gazed between the other’s thighs. Ann was shaking with bubbling desire as she peeked at them.
Misty’s small body was shaking, her soft, slightly lewd squeals and giggles were evidence of her enjoyment. If the two young girls had not been so absorbed in fucking each other, they could easily have seen Ann. Ann, however, was not seen.
Watching the two girls fingerfucking each other, their skirts about their small waists, their legs spread wide, Ann thought it was one of the most erotic sights she had seen in her entire life.
All her life Ann had allowed her inhibitions to prevent her from enjoying certain aspects of her nature. Although she had never discussed her thoughts with anyone — including her deceased husband — she was constantly bombarded with erotic images and thoughts — visions of such intense desire and eroticism, she could actually come just by thinking about some of them.
Unlike like daughter, Ann had finger fucked herself in privacy, never indulging with another girl or even a boy. She had gone to her husband, although rea
lly cherry, with a cunt that had never been felt or entered by anything except her own fingers. Unfortunately, her husband had been an unimaginative lover, fucking her routinely but leaving her in a state of unsatisfied frustration.
The one time in her life that another girl had wanted to finger fuck her, Ann had refused with a great deal of blushing. She had gone into her marriage without knowing what a cock really looked like.
She had wanted to experiment and explore and find exciting things to do with her husband, but he had been quite dominant with his narrow views and she had been unusually timid and afraid to talk openly with him about fucking. He was the type of man that would consider her to be perverted or disgusting.
Then, too, Ann was a shy woman. If she was approached by strangers who asked her for directions she would blush furiously and stammer her replies. This shyness had affected her all her life, and she hated it with a passion. Even after her husband had passed away, she found it difficult to punish her two sons and daughter. But in this she had been a fortunate woman. They usually obeyed her without question.
Now this.
Ann knew she was going to have to have a girl-to-girl talk with Misty. She was going to have to find the courage to discuss what she was seeing. She would have to shove aside this irritating shyness long enough to have a sex talk with her daughter.
But not right now.
She would wait until Misty was in her room. Then she would go to her and tell her what she had seen. Just what she would say, she didn’t know. At this moment, she was watching the two girls finger fucking and feeling her own passions flaring inside her body. Her cunt, encased by her tight bikini panties, throbbed and swelled, and her clit was tingling.
Ann had not experienced many orgasms during her thirty-three years of life, but right now her cunt felt as if it was going to make her come strongly. Even her tits had become swollen. Her nipples were very hard and rubber-like in the tight confines of her bra.
“I think I’m gonna come!” Misty gasped. “I feel it, Gloria! Move your finger faster because I think I’m gonna come!”
“Ohhh, me, too!” Gloria moaned, wiggling her naked ass on the mattress. “Oh, yes… I’m gonna come, too, Misty!”
From where she stood, Ann saw her daughter’s finger thrust faster, driving in and out of Gloria’s cunt. The sighs and hot moans, the shaking of their bodies, told Ann of the intensity of their orgasms.
As soon as they relaxed, Misty pulled her finger from the lips of Gloria’s cunt, and Ann moved into the garage.
“Oh!” Gloria gasped, seeing Ann first. She quickly shoved her dress down and closed her legs with a snap.
Misty turned and looked over her shoulder, and a deep flush crept, over her face. She jerked her skirt down and, as Gloria had done, clamped her knees together.
“I think you should go now, Gloria,” Ann said in a shaking voice. “Misty, go to your room, please.”
The girls scattered, Gloria running from the side door of the garage and Misty walking swiftly to her room. Ann went into the kitchen, and sat at the small breakfast table, her chin cupped in her hands as she thought.
Misty had been embarrassed at being caught, that Ann knew. The girl’s face had become pink, but her eyes had shown Ann she had not been embarrassed. Ann sat at the table for some time, thankful that Eric and Marty had not been home at the time. If they were here, Ann was not certain what would have happened if it had been one of her sons, or both of them, who had caught their sister finger fucking… She could put it off no longer.
Getting to her feet, she started down the hallway to her daughter’s bedroom. She did not know, yet, what she would say or do, but she had to do something. She could not let this continue.
Ann paused outside Misty’s door, still undecided how to best handle the situation.
Opening the door, she stepped into Misty’s room. Misty was lying on her stomach, facing the wall. Ann leaned against the door, looking at her. She could see the girl’s long copper colored hair fanned out, and her long legs outstretched.
Misty’s skirt was almost up to her ass. Ann looked at the swell of her daughter’s ass beneath the skirt, seeing for the first time that her daughter was growing up, filling out, becoming rounded.
“Misty, turn over and look at me,” Ann said softly.
Misty turned her head, facing her mother, but keeping her eyes closed. There was a faint pink tinge on her cheeks. Ann looked at her exquisite features. Misty was beautiful enough to grace any television commercial, and her body was obviously the beach bunny, California girl type. Her body was a perfect for all those very tight designer jeans.
Feeling something she had never felt before — a vague sensation of erotic courage — she looked at her daughter. There was that rippling feeling in her cunt again — a tremor of burning excitement in and around her clit. Something was pushing her, and she felt certain frustrations melting away.
“You enjoy playing with yourself, don’t you, Misty?” Ann asked, her voice unusually throaty. “You like to put your finger in there and… in another girl, don’t you?”
Misty blushed deeper.
Ann’s eyes were blazing now, but not with anger. There was a wild fire inside her cunt, and in a gentle voice, she said: “Misty, sit up and pull your skirt up.”
Misty looked at her mother, confused. “Mother, are you gonna spank me?”
Ann moved toward the bed. “No, baby,” she said as she sat on her daughter’s bed. “I’m not going to spank you. Now, sit up like I said and pull your dress up.”
Misty, watching her mother warily, did as she was told.
Ann gazed at her daughter as she leaned against the headboard, her dress at her waist, but her knees closed. She could see, from her angle of vision, the sweet curve of one ass cheek, and the side of the girl’s cunt. The excitement in her body increased as she looked openly at her daughter.
“Open your legs,” Ann said, her voice hot and trembling.
Misty looked at her mother. “What are you gonna do, Mother?” she asked, fearfully.
“Just open your legs, honey.”
Slowly, Misty spread her knees, and Ann almost stopped breathing as her gaze fixed upon the sweetness of her daughter’s pussy. The girl’s cunt hair was only a small, sparse patch at the top of her pretty pussy slit. The very tip of her clit could be seen. Her cunt lips were delicately sculptured, moist and pink.
A soft gasp came from Ann. Misty sat with her legs opened wide, knees bent, waiting fearfully. Yet there was something about her mother that told her she had nothing to fear.
“So pretty,” Ann whispered. “You’re so beautiful, Misty.”
Ann felt her hand move. She looked at it, wondering why it was moving by itself. Her fingers touched Misty’s dimpled knee, and then felt the girl shiver. Both of them watched as Ann’s fingertips moved, brushing her soft inner thigh. Then her palm was against smooth flesh, moving up and down in a caressing motion.
Both Misty and her mother seemed hypnotized. Misty’s flesh shivered against the heat of her mother’s palm as it moved up and down, fondling and feeling. Ann began to breathe louder, her pussy pulsating crazily between her thighs.
Then her fingertips barely touched one of her daughter’s cunt lips.
“Ohhhh!”
“Mother!”
Ann’s hand cupped the tender, hairless pussy of her daughter, lifting her gaze to look at her. Misty’s cunt was so hot it seemed to burn her hand. Pressing gently, she felt her daughter’s cunt, making her sob with pleasure.
Dragging her hand away, but leaving it close to the girl’s throbbing cunt, Ann murmured in a husky voice: “Play with it, baby. I want to watch you playing with your pussy.”
Misty moved her hand down to her cunt and began to rub it up and down, her eyes wide and hot as she stared at her mother.
Ann could not take her gaze from Misty’s cunt. Of her own accord, the girl slowly moved her forefinger along her swollen, throbbing clit, then downward finally moving
it into her cunt.
“Oooooo!” Ann whimpered as she saw this. “Oh, baby!”
“Mother… I like…”
“I know, Misty,” Ann whispered throatily, her gaze never moving from Misty’s cunt. “Oh, how I know! Do it, honey! Don’t be afraid, Misty! Oh, baby, play with your cunt! So beautiful.”
Misty’s finger moved in and out of her cunt. Ann gazed with hot desire, seeing those tight, pink cunt lips clinging to her daughter’s finger, watching the moisture glisten on it. Misty’s little ass shook on the bed, spreading her legs wider yet. The expression in her eyes was erotic, mindless and hot.
Ann’s hands slid up and down her thighs, her cunt boiling as she watched her daughter finger fucking. As her hands moved up and down her thighs, her skirt was being inched upwards. She drew one leg up and placed it on the bed, the other resting on the floor. Her skirt moved higher, and then Misty looked at the crotch of her daughter’s panties. Coppery strands of curly cunt hair swirled from the tight crotch.
When Ann realized she had slipped her skirt up, it was her turn to blush. But although her face was pink, she pressed the shyness aside. She smiled nervously at her daughter.
Misty returned the smile, only hers was bold and brave, wicked and hungry. Her finger plunged into her cunt faster now, her hot eyes gazing at the exposure of her mother’s crotch, excitement tingling all through her.
Ann sat with her leg up on the bed, wanting to reach for her own cunt, but still held off, her shyness still strong. Whether she understood or not, Misty moved her other hand out and placed it on her mother’s thigh, just above the knee. Ann gasped, and Misty giggled.
With her finger thrusting into her cunt, Misty moved her other hand along her mother’s thigh, feeling it. Ann was shivering, waiting, anticipating what her daughter would do.
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