Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  She jerked her hips up and down, whimpering softly. She twirled her hips in a frantic attempt to suck his cock and balls into her steaming cunt. Her fiery young pussy was devouring her brother’s cock in greedy hunger, and he had gazed at the way her cunt moved. He had watched those pink, wet lips cling to his cock like a hot vise of flesh. He was no longer holding her hips. The ecstasy that her tight cunt provided for his hard cock was fantastic. Yet, Carol’s violence seemed to frighten him.

  Carol raced her cunt up and down, the muscles in her stomach, rippling with her effort. She jerked her cunt up and down on his cock, banging the cheeks of her ass against his balls, gurgling and squealing as her mind reeled. The orgasms continued to burst and crash through her, making all her nerves tingle hotly. Her tits seemed to grow until they had become five times as large, her nipples standing up like they had never stood before.

  She was biting her bottom lip and moaning with sobbing ecstasy. Her cunt beat brutally up and down, grinding against her brother’s cock at the base, then sucking back until she had the swollen head of his cock between her cunt lips, banging hurriedly back onto it.

  She didn’t remember if he had come or not. It seemed that he had, but she couldn’t be sure. Her own orgasms had been too strong for her to feel him corning inside her cunt.

  Without her knowing, her brother had left her in the hayloft, her dress about her waist and her parities somewhere, her legs wide and her cunt gently pulsating. She had remained in the loft for hours, it seemed, and only moved when she heard her mother tailing her for dinner.

  She had been unable to find her panties, and she had gone through dinner naked beneath her dress, feeling a delicious naughtiness. Her brother, however, wouldn’t even look at her after that.

  She had tried to find opportunities to be alone with him, trying to entice him into fucking her again. But he had become afraid of her insatiable appetite. His attitude had made her feel rejected, and finally she gave up trying to tempt him. From then on, she felt as though all boys would reject her. She didn’t date until she married her future husband. Then, almost immediately afterward, she found herself being rejected by her husband. Like her brother, he had been frightened by her erotic appetite.

  Carol realized that she was still leaning out the window. Her children had left the shrubbery. No one was there now, and she pulled back and placed the screen into the slots.

  Turning back to her room, she thought about Susan and Bobby fucking.

  Strangely, she wasn’t angry with her children.

  Carol stood near her bed, thinking about what she had seen. She wanted to see more, more of her son’s cock and Susan’s cunt. She loved playing with her own cunt, and looking at another had to be just as exciting, she felt. Carol often placed a mirror between her thighs when she fondled her pussy, watching it. She knew the thrill of watching erotic actions, and she wasn’t the least ashamed of it.

  Smoothing her skirt, she went downstairs, feeling thirsty.

  She found them in the living room, pretending to watch cartoons on television. She knew they were pretending because they never watched cartoons. She caught a guilty glance from her son and daughter as she turned toward the kitchen.

  It didn’t dawn on her why they had looked so guilty until she was drinking a glass of water. She almost choked when it came to her.

  They had seen her looking at them!

  That was why they looked so guilty. They were afraid she was going to punish them.

  She stood for a while in the kitchen, wondering just what she could do now. They knew she had seen them, and they would be expecting her to at least say something.

  But what could she say?

  She had fucked her brother, so it wouldn’t be right for, her to rant and scream or punish them.

  Carol had no idea how to handle the situation.

  Leaning against the sink, she tried hard to come up with some way to handle this. There were no answers. Perhaps, she thought, the best way would be to ignore it, pretend nothing had happened. But that, too, would be wrong.

  She returned to the living room and sat down, not realizing that she was gazing at them.

  Susan and Bobby were sprawled on the floor, their chins cupped in their hands, facing the television.

  When she became aware of looking at them, she saw her son’s ass bunch up, and then her daughter began to squirm on the floor. She was amused at how nervous they were, anticipating punishment of the same kind.

  Susan’s legs were parted as she lay on her stomach, and Carol stared at those slender thighs. The back of her daughter’s dress was up quite high, she saw. In fact, it was high enough so she could see the crotch of her panties. A pulsing started between her long legs again and Carol swallowed nervously.

  She began to see them again in her mind, see Bobby’s cock rubbing against Susan’s cunt. She saw his cock gushing sweet come juice onto his sister’s cunt and thighs. Carol was totally unaware that she was running her palm up and down her thigh, that her dress was being inched up, that her knees opening as she sat there. The erotic visions grew brightly, blotting out everything except the feelings in her throbbing, hungry cunt. The sensations between her, legs became stronger and stronger.

  Soon Carol was sitting with her legs wide and her skirt almost at her lap. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, breathing deeply, her hand now caressing the naked flesh of her thigh.

  She was unaware that both Bobby and Susan had turned to look at her. They were grinning at each other, then staring between their mother’s thighs, seeing the tight crotch of her panties, the shadow of her cunt hair, the way she writhed her ass and caressed her thigh. Opening her eyes, she looked at her children, who had turned to face her, sitting cross-legged on the floor. For a moment she didn’t understand why their eyes were shining so brightly.

  When she realized where her skirt was and that her legs were wide apart, she clamped them together. But then, she stopped herself just in time. Having Bobby and Susan stare under her skirt this way created such a beautiful feeling to her, she couldn’t close her knees.

  She looked directly at them, her eyes smoldering. She moved her palm along the inside of one thigh, intensely suggestive. Susan’s pretty face split in a grin, and Bobby giggled.

  Feeling bold, Carol moved her hand higher on her thigh, and then she felt a fingertip brush the crotch of her panties, she drew it along the frilly edge, drawing her eyes to what she was doing. Her other hand lifted to one spongy tit, her fingers curling about it and squeezing very gently. She dropped her eyes to her son’s lap, and she saw his cock bulging inside his pants. Sliding her gaze to her daughter, she saw the tight band of her panties being stretched over her pussy.

  Carol had never felt so wickedly bold in her life, not even when she was fucking frantically on her brother’s cock long ago in that hayloft. Slicing a finger into the tight crotch of her panties, she deliberately jerked it to the side, exposing her hairy cunt to Susan and Bobby.

  Bobby gasped, his eyes sparkling hotly. Susan giggled in a naughty way.

  Carol, smiling now, shifted her hand from her tits down to her stomach. She circled a fingertip along the edge of one hairy cunt lip, then drew it up the slit to her distended clitoris. She twisted her ass on the chair, and her knees went wider yet. She scooted her ass to the edge, then quickly thrust a finger into her cunt, and just as quickly withdrew it.

  Then she sat upright, smoothing her skirt down and sticking her tongue out at them. Standing up, she watched her son’s cock, seeing it bulge against his pants, then at the tight band of her daughter’s panties.

  She walked toward the stairs, twisting her ass with an exaggerated motion. Finally, before starting up the stairs, she lifted the back of her skirt to her waist, arching her rounded ass out and wiggling it at them.

  Then she climbed the stairs to her room.

  She sat on her bed, feeling an anxious anticipation. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but after her wanton display downstairs, somethin
g should happen, she thought.

  Her cunt was hotter than she had ever remembered it being. Always hot, it seemed hotter than ever at this moment. She had to struggle to keep her hands off her pussy as she waited. Certainly they could not have missed the intent of her lewd invitation.

  She opened the top of her dress, pulling it off her shoulders. Her tits, so round and firm, flawless in shape, thrust outward, nipples rigid and tingling with desire.

  She heard their footsteps on the stairs, and she began to breathe with sharp, swift gasps.

  Susan and Bobby stood in the doorway.

  Carol held her eyes steady as she boldly looked back at them. Her tits were exposed, nipples hard and thrusting up invitingly. She had pulled her skirt to midthigh, and her knees were slightly parted.

  Carol lifted her hands to her tits, circling a finger around each of her nipples as she gazed hotly at Susan and Bobby. Her eyes saw the straining bulge of Bobby’s cock, and she could hear their breathing.

  Her cunt pulsated hotly as they moved into the bedroom, both staring at their mother’s naked tits with excitement glowing in their young eyes.

  Carol still didn’t know what she was going to do with Susan and Bobby. The only thing she knew was her cunt was about to burst into a roaring flame. When. Susan and Bobby stopped halfway inside the room, she felt a sense of disappointment. Somehow, she had expected them to take the initiative, but now she realized they were waiting for her.

  Trembling, she held her arms out to them, a smile of eagerness on her full, moist lips. They came toward her slowly, and sat on each side of her. Carol sat there, shaking gently, once more running fingertips over her tits. She looked down at her tits, then glanced from the corner of her eyes at them.

  Still Bobby and Susan only watched what she was doing, but their breathing indicated excitement.

  Carol took her son’s wrist in one hand, her daughter’s in the other. She brought their hands to her tits, placing them upon the spongy, smooth flesh. She had to curl their fingers around her tits, and her nipples seemed to be so hot. She pressed on their hands, smashing her tits and rolling their palms against her nipples. As she lowered her hands from theirs, they kept up the rubbing motion on their own.

  Carol sighed with pleasure and leaned back. She arched her naked tits against their eager hands, closing her eyes to the pleasure.

  She felt Susan and Bobby twisting at her nipples, pinching them in a light, tender way. She mewled softly and thrust her tits out, writhing her ass on the bed. Then their fingers were replaced by something else. She opened her eyes to see Susan’s lips closing over one of her nipples. Bobby, too, had lowered his mouth down, and he was running his tongue around his mother’s nipple wetly, breathing hot air against her flesh. Susan began to suck on her mother’s succulent nipple, making soft whimpering sounds as her tongue swirled with moist heat.

  “Ohhhh,” Carol moaned. “Oh, God!”

  She arched her tits against their mouths, thrilled with the wetness of their tongues and lips. Her nipples protruded like two very hard cocks, and they were being sucked in such a sweet, hungry way by Susan and Bobby. Sprawling on her back, she wrapped her arms around them, pulling their faces tighter into her springy tits. She murmured with soft desire, caressing the honey-colored hair of her daughter and stroking Bobby’s ear.

  “Oh that’s so nice!” she whimpered in a thick sound. “That feels so good, so very good!”

  She felt their bodies trembling against her. She was twisting her ass on the bed, her cunt pulsating in moist heat, and she wanted to touch them, to feel them, so much. Yet she waited, letting the anticipation grow.

  Mild orgasms burst within her cunt, making her gurgle softly. Their sucking lips and swirling tongues fueled the fire inside her body.

  But then, no one was sucking her tits.

  She opened her eyes and looked up.

  Bobby was grinning rat her, and Susan was getting out of her panties as fast ass he could.

  “What… what are you going to do?” Carol whispered.

  Her daughter giggled. “You started this, Mother.”

  “I didn’t start any…” She stopped, seeing her daughter’s panties being thrown halfway across the room. She caught a flash of her daughter’s succulent cunt before Susan sat back down.

  Bobby, just as eager as his sister, opened his pants and shoved them down, then off his feet.

  Carol stared at his cock. Bobby’s cock was up so hard, and sheathed to take it in her hand, feel his virile hardness. Yet, she lay there, tits exposed and thighs parted, watching and waiting.

  Bobby had a bit of fuzz at the base of his cock, but his preciously sweet balls were totally devoid of hair. Carol thought she could eat his cock and balls up without any problem whatsoever. As she gazed hungrily at her son’s cock and balls, he got on his knees, arching his hips out with youthful pride.

  Susan was now getting out of her dress, stripping completely without hesitation.

  Carol saw Susan’s tight shapely tits with those pale pink nipples, and she licked her lips. She balled her hands into tight fists, swinging her eyes from her son’s cock to her daughter’s now naked body.

  Susan scooted about on the bed, spreading her legs and lifting her crotch. “Come on, Bobby,” she hissed. “Rub my cunt with your cock!”

  Carol wasn’t sure she heard right. Here she was, with her tits naked her thighs invitingly open, but her daughter wanted Bobby to rub the head of his cock against her cunt.

  “Bullshit!”

  Susan and Bobby looked at their mother.

  Carol sat up, crossing her legs in front of her. “That’s right… bullshit.”

  Susan gasped. “You mean you don’t want…”

  “I don’t mean anything,” Carol said, her voice low and thick with passion. “I only mean it’s childish to rub each other that way.”

  “Mother, what are you talking about?” Susan said. “It feels good. Besides, we thought you didn’t care… the way you undressed…”

  Carol could hardly believe her own boldness. “I don’t care,” she said. “But I think you two should stop this kid stuff and get right down to it.”

  “Mother, are you sure?” Susan whispered.

  Bobby looked from his sister to his mother. His cock throbbed from his crotch the head hugely swollen, and Carol saw cum dripping from his piss hole.

  “Why don’t you fuck instead of rub each other?” Carol heard herself saying. “That’s right, fuck!”

  Bobby giggled and his sister laughed.

  “I mean it,” Carol said, squeezing her naked tits, her dark eyes flashing with erotic pleasure. “You’re old enough to stop acting like little kids, don’t you think? If you’re going to do anything, you should be fucking!”

  Susan looked at her brother; he looked at her.

  Bobby moved between his sister’s thighs, his cock jerking up and down. Carol sat there, her legs still crossed, her fingers digging into her tits, her eyes blazing as she watched her son’s cock probe Susan’s young, honey-haired cunt.

  Carol had told them to fuck, and it still amazed her that she had said it.

  Susan ran her hands down and pulled at the succulent pink wetness of her cunt, spreading those beautiful lips wide. Her tiny clitoris poked up succulently. Carol gave a loud hiss of delight when he saw her son’s cock slip between those lovely lips.

  “Ooooh!” Susan murmured as her brother’s cock stretched her cunt. “Ohhh, good!”

  “More!” Carol grunted, leaning down, her eyes glazed with erotic pleasure. “Put more cock in her little cunt, Bobby!”

  Bobby laughed. Susan giggled and lifted her crotch up. Bobby pressed, and Carol sucked in excited air as she saw his cock stretching her daughter’s tight cunt. She could see Susan’s pink pussylips wrapping about his prick, and they seemed to flex, but she wasn’t sure.

  She had no idea it would be this exciting to see her son fuck her daughter. Bobby was on his knees between his sister’s spread thighs, and Susa
n was lifting her cunt for his cock. It was just as Carol had done with her own brother so many years ago in the hayloft. She squeezed one of her tits and shot her other hand between her crossed thighs. Both Bobby and Susan were watching her, their eyes almost glassy with ecstasy.

  Carol, in her rush, tore her panties, but she didn’t care. She pulled the torn shreds from her body and shoved her skirt to her waist as she leaned back. Drawing her knees up, she parted them to reveal her hairy cunt to her son and daughter. She listened to the moist suctioning of Susan’s turn on Bobby’s cock, seeing it thrust in and out. She began to rub at her inflamed clitoris as they watched her.

  Everything seemed to be happening just as it had that day long ago in the hayloft with her own brother.

  Carol rubbed her wet, steaming cunt swiftly and began to urge her son and daughter to fuck.

  “Fuck, fuck,” Carol hissed with a thick, throaty sound. “Oh, fuck that cunt, Bobby! Susan, fuck your brother! Ahhh, that, is so sweet, so fucking sweet. It’s beautiful, seeing that hard cock fucking that cute pusy! Ooooh, fuck… fuck!”

  Susan began banging her honey-haired cunt back and forth on her brother’s throbbingly hard cock, cooing with ecstasy, and Carol could not shut off the flow of encouraging words.

  “Oooh, fuck that sweet cunt, Bobby! Fuck that beautiful cock, Susan. Oh, God, fuck each other! That’s it… fuck hard!”

  Carol was plunging her own finger into her pussy now, thrusting swiftly as she gazed at them, her eyes riveted to where her son’s cock penetrated and stuffed her daughter’s steamy little cunt. Carol was so close to them that her knees brushed the hot flesh of her daughter’s hip and side.