Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Joyce didn’t fight against the feeling, she never fought against any kind of erotic feeling. She leaned forward and peered at her bushy cunt as her finger rubbed her rigid clit.

  “You hot cunt,” she whispered to herself. “Can’t get enough hard cock, can you? Want to get fucked and sucked and… and pissed on, don’t you, cunt?”

  She looked up, still rubbing at her cunt. Her heart leaped when she saw it was Jerry, walking home alone. She jumped from the swing, waving at her son. Jerry saw his mother, his face splitting into a wide smile as he came up the sidewalk to her.

  “Hey, little boy,” Joyce said, “how would you like to have a piece of hot ass?”

  “Gosh, lady,” Jerry giggled, playing the game with her. “I don’t know. I gotta hurry home. My mother’s waiting and she always makes me fuck her as soon as I get in the door.”

  “It won’t take long,” she said. “My cunt is terribly hot and wet, and I’ve just been waiting for a handsome young man like you. We’ll make it a quicky and she won’t know.”

  “I’ll tell her,” Jerry said, eyeing his mother’s straining tits. “She’d love to know about it.”

  “Mmmmm, she sounds like my kind of woman,” Joyce said. She was standing in a shadow, and she lifted her skirt. “Wouldn’t you like to have a taste of this, little boy?”

  “Mother can wait,” he said, reaching out to feel her hairy cunt.

  “Let’s see if we can get inside,” she said softly. “I think that window over there is open.”

  The window, the old fashioned kind, was open about four inches at the bottom. Joyce gripped it and pushed, and the window lifted easily. Curtains fluttered. Joyce lifted her skirt, exposing her slender, creamy thighs, and stepped over the sill and into the room. Jerry followed. They were in a living room, empty of furniture, but clean. There was a strange odor in the house, and it was some time before Joyce identified it.

  “Developing chemicals,” she said. “Someone was a photographer that lived here. I wonder if anything was left behind.”

  They wandered about the empty house, looking at everything. It was a beautiful old place, and Joyce loved it. They found nothing downstairs, and went up to the second floor.

  The master bedroom had, at one time, been a photographer’s studio, they saw immediately. Unlike the ground floor, the upstairs had not been cleaned. Litter was everywhere, and a stack of old papers were in one corner.

  Rummaging in the papers, Jerry found a folder, the sort a school kid would carry. He opened it, and called to his mother excitedly.

  “Look what I’ve found, Mother.”

  There was a stack of large, glossy pictures in the folder, all in beautiful color. The top picture showed a middle-aged man sitting on a chair, his cock lifted up in hardness, his balls out of his open fly. Standing next to him was a woman of about the same age, totally naked with one leg cocked up on the arm of the chair, her bushy cunt revealed under her raised dress. She wore nylons and very high heels, shiny black in color.

  The other picture behind this one was of the same two. The man’s, cock and balls were tied by a thin rope, and the woman had her heel near them, pulling on the rope. The next picture showed the woman wearing a rubber cock, belted about her hips. A girl, apparently very young, was kneeling on hands and knees, with the tip of the rubbery cock pressing at her cunt.

  Another picture was of the woman again, lying on her back with her feet drawn beneath her ass, legs wide. Between her knees the man sat, his cock and balls still tied. The woman was pissing, the golden stream very clear in the picture. Her piss arced up and right into the man’s wide-open mouth.

  “Beautiful,” Joyce whispered, running her hand along the front of her son’s pants, finding his cock hard. “Whoever took these was some photographer.”

  “Look, Mother!” Jerry gasped, showing her another picture.

  “Why, who would have believed it?” she said, gazing at the picture of Pamie.

  The exquisite little creature was spread out on a narrow cot, her legs wide and her arms above her head. She was totally naked, her fuzzy little cunt revealed, her small, sugary tits hard and round with rigid pink nipples. Standing above her, straddling her head, was the woman in the other pictures, and she was pissing down onto Pamie’s tits. Between her feet was the man, and he was pissing on Pamie’s succulent cunt.

  There were pictures of the man fucking the girl, his thick cock stretching her pussy wide, and in them all, Pamie’s expression was one of pure ecstasy. One showed the girl sucking the man’s cock, with the woman eating her cunt and fingerfucking herself, all of them starting into the lenses of the camera, expressions telling of the pleasure they were feeling.

  The final picture was the one that interested Joyce more than the others. Pamie was sitting on the lap of the woman, a rubber cock fucked into her tight asshole. Her back was against the woman, who held Pamie’s small tits and was fingerfucking that young cunt. The man stood next to them, pissing directly into the girl’s mouth. It looked as if the woman was pissing, too, but Joyce couldn’t be sure.

  “Now I understand why Pamie was so eager that day at school,” Joyce said, her voice thick with erotic emotion. “She’s a fucking little sex fiend?”

  “Like us, huh?” Jerry giggled, sliding his hand up the back of his mother’s dress, feeling her rounded ass.

  “It sure seems that way,” Joyce replied. “I wonder who the man and woman are. The woman has rings on, so she’s married, but whether to the man we don’t know.”

  “What are we gonna do with these, Mother?”

  “Keep them,” she said. “It wouldn’t be right if someone else found them and showed them around. Pamie would be in serious trouble with her parents. She said they were very careful with her, remember?”

  “These pictures sure make me hard,” Jerry said, removing his cock from his pants, stroking it as he gazed at Pamie being fucked by the man.

  “Me, too,” Joyce murmured, pulling her son’s hand from her ass to her cunt. “See how wet I’ve gotten.”

  Jerry fucked his finger into his mother’s cunt as he stroked his cock, the bundle of pictures falling and scattering on the floor.

  Joyce turned to him. “Give it to me now, baby!” she whimpered. “Fuck me right here quick!”

  She dropped to her hands and knees, jerking her dress over her ass and pulling her knees up, her creamy naked ass waving lewdly at her son.

  “Fuck it, baby! Oooo, fuck me before I start coming now. I’m so hot for your cock, Jerry!”

  Jerry went to his knees behind his mother’s wiggling ass, ramming his cock into her cunt swiftly. Joyce let out a low wail of pleasure as her son’s cock began to fuck her. She waggled her ass at him.

  “Take your pants down! I want to feel your balls and stomach on me! Take those fucking pants down, baby, and fuck me hard!”

  Jerry paused long enough to shove his pants to his thighs, then grabbed his mother’s ass again, fucking his cock back and forth. The colorful pictures surrounded them, some face up. Right before Joyce’s eyes, was the one of the girl taking the man’s thick cock into her tiny, thoroughly stretched asshole. She shoved her tongue out and started licking at the picture, where the man’s cock penetrated Pamie’s asshole.

  “Up the ass,” she moaned. “Fuck me up the ass, Jerry!”

  “What?” he groaned, fucking wildly into his mother’s boiling cunt.

  “Fuck my Goddamn ass!” she screeched. “Ohhh, Jerry, shove your cock up Mother’s ass… fuck me in my asshole, like Pamie is doing it in the picture!”

  Jerry pulled his cock from his mother’s gripping cunt, pressing the rounded, swollen cockhead upon her tight ass pucker. Joyce moaned with the ecstasy of the pressure there, and when her son’s cock fucked into her burning ass, she screamed loudly with tears of joy running from her eyes.

  “Ohhh, that’s fantastic! Ram my ass!” she shouted. “Ram my fucking asshole! Fuck my ass, Jerry! Oooo, fuck Mother up the asshole… fuck me good… come in
my hot asshole! Ohhhh, baby, I had no idea it would feel this good! I love that hard cock in my hot ass! Fuck me… fuck my ass!”

  “You’re so tight, Mother!” he grunted, driving his throbbing cock as deep as he could. “Your asshole is tight and hot and I’m gonna fuck you good right up your ass!”

  “Yes, yes! Do it… do it! Fuck my asshole raw. Make my asshole sore, Jerry!” she screamed, throwing her head back, her neck stretching, her beautiful face contorted by ecstasy.

  “Asshole!” Jerry shouted. “Fucking asshole cunt mother! Cocksucking cunt mother… I’m gonna ream your hot asshole good! I’m gonna fuck you in the cunt and in the mouth and up your asshole and come all over your cocksucking cunt body and tits.”

  His words bounced about in her head, creating an intense lust throughout her shaking flesh. She twisted her naked ass frantically against his pounding cock, feeling a fire searing the ring of her asshole, a fire she never felt in her cunt. The sensations of being fucked in her ass were different than in her cunt, and just as exciting.

  “Ohhh, baby, it feels so good,” she wailed, her ass gyrating lewdly. “I love your cock up my ass! Mmmmm, fuck Mother’s asshole fuck it hard! Oh, you darling little motherfucker!”

  “You mother cocksucker!” Jerry yelped, watching his cock push and pull at the tight, hot ring of her asshole. “You’re a cunt and a cocksucker, Mother! You fuck with your cunt and face and asshole and I’m gonna love you forever!”

  “And I’m going to fuck you forever, darling!” she groaned as his cock went deep into her ass. “Fuck your sweet cock in my hairy cunt and hungry cocksucking mouth and tight asshole forever!”

  Joyce’s cunt was boiling as her son’s balls beat a tattoo against it, banging upon her pussy lips and cunt, his cock stretching and burning into her asshole. She was so wet, pussy juice dripped along her satiny inner thighs. She had opened her eyes and was staring at the scattered pictures, seeing Pamie fucking that thick cock, seeing the man piss into her mouth as the woman used the rubber cock in her tiny asshole. The pictures seemed to take on motion as her son fucked excitedly into her ass. She could see Pamie fucking on that rubber cock with her asshole as the woman’s finger plunged into her fuzzy little cunt, the man pissing into the girl’s wide-open mouth. The pictures seemed to come alive, as if there were five of them in the room fucking and sucking and pissing on each other.

  The images were so real to Joyce, her cunt erupted into the strongest orgasm yet. She began to scream with mindless ecstasy, reaching between her thighs and clutching her son’s balls, trying to stuff his balls into her fiery cunt while he fucked her ass.

  “I’m gonna come, Mother!” Jerry yelped, feeling her asshole gripping and relaxing on his cock. “I’m gonna come in your fucking asshole!”

  “God, yes!” she wailed. “Flood my asshole with jizz, baby! Flood it good, drown my asshole with come juice!”

  The boiling jism spurted from her son’s cock, spattering her ass guts, gushing hotly into her ass. Joyce shook her ass like a dog ridding itself of water, screeching loudly.

  Her son’s climax began to subside, his prick softening inside her asshole. As he started to pull his cock out, she gripped his balls hard.

  “No! Leave your cock in me!” she yelped. “Don’t take your cock out yet!”

  Jerry rested by leaning against his mother’s silky ass, her ass cheeks spread wide as she lowered her shoulders to the floor. Mother and son panted heavily for a while, with Joyce flexing her asshole around her son’s cock. With her ass high in the air and his cock clutched by her ass ring, Joyce pulled a picture closer to her eyes. It had been stuck to another one and they had missed it.

  Pamie and the woman were squatting, facing each other. The man was on his back, his mouth wide under both those cunts. The woman was kissing Pamie’s lips, holding a small tit. Pamie was clutching both of the older woman’s tits and they were pissing, together, into the man’s open mouth. He was tied, hands holding his cock and balls, with the rope around them. Joyce showed it to her son.

  “They’re real weird, aren’t they, Mother?”

  “Not any more than you and I,” she said. “Besides, I like all that.”

  “All what?”

  “Pissing, of course.”

  “I thought so,” her son laughed. “After last night, I think you like anything a cock can do with you.”

  “Mmmmm, you’re so right.”

  She wiggled her ass, tightening her asshole on his still-buried cock.

  “Piss in me,” she said, her voice husky. “Try to piss in my asshole, Jerry.”

  “Maybe if you’d stop squeezing my cock, I could.”

  “I can’t help it, honey… my asshole squeezes you all by itself, I’m not doing it on my own.”

  Jerry stroked his mother’s rounded ass and grunted as he tried to piss in her ass. “I’m trying, Mother.”

  “Try hard!” she moaned. “I want you to piss in my asshole so much! Try hard.”

  Jerry strained, and managed a squirt of piss.

  “Oooo, I feel it!” Joyce moaned. “More, baby, more!”

  Soon, her son was pissing easily, the stream spurting into her asshole hotly. Joyce, feeling his piss filling her ass, squealed with ecstasy. Her cunt quivered as if she were about to come again.

  “I’m doing it, Mother!” Jerry said triumphantly. “I’m pissing in your asshole! Can you feel it? Does it feel good, Mother?”

  “God, yes! I love it. Ohhh, I love the sensations of you pissing in my ass! You’ve got to piss in my cunt next… piss all over me!”

  “Yeah,” Jerry agreed, filling his mother’s asshole with hot piss. “All over you and piss in your cocksucking mouth, too!”

  “OOOOO, I will, I will!” she moaned. “I’ll drink your piss, Jerry! I’ll drink piss right out of your beautiful cock!”

  He slipped his cock from his mother’s asshole, and pissed an her creamy ass cheeks, then aimed the golden stream to her cunt, trying to shove his cock in and piss at the same time.

  But he finished pissing before he could stuff his cock into her pussy.

  “No matter,” she said. “Next time you can piss in my cunt.” She stood up and felt her ass.

  “That feels like you’ve given me an enema. I’m going to find the bathroom.”

  As his mother searched for the upstairs bathroom, Jerry gathered up all the pictures and put them back into the folder. Then he searched around the litter again. He found more pictures, of different people, all of them fucking and sucking, with emphasis on pissing. The only one he knew or had ever seen before was Pamie, and that was one of the reasons he wanted to keep them.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Joyce and her son placed a few of the large, colorful pictures in frames, hanging them in her bedroom. The ones they chose depicted Pamie, and the others were stashed away, to be brought out when they wanted to look at them again.

  She and Jerry had showered together after dinner, and lounged about on her bed, fondling and caressing. Joyce enjoyed the times they done this, everything so gentle and filled with love. Jerry, always so eager, his cock raging hard, learned to slow down with his mother, that there was no need to rush into fucking her. He had been going at her as if she might suddenly deny her body to him before he finished. He was learning some measure of self-control, but only a little. Besides, Joyce lost control easily once her cunt became fiery and wet. She could only control herself up to a point.

  Jerry lay between his mother’s thighs, peering at her cunt, feeling about it, kissing the pulsating pussy lips occasionally as he talked quietly. Jerry, of course, talked a great deal about Pamie and the upcoming Saturday. Joyce was amused at his eager excitement, letting him talk as much as he wanted about the exquisite creature. When he asked a question if she thought Pamie would do this or that, she agreed with her son, knowing it was the answer he wanted. Besides, Joyce had no doubts about the girl after seeing those pictures.

  Pamie had obviously been a willing model. Her lovely
little face glowed with ecstasy in each picture, her eyes sparkling. If she had been an unwilling victim, those eyes would have come across dull and perhaps glazed, no matter what expression she wore.

  Jerry kissed his mother’s cunt, lapping his tongue along the side of her clit. Joyce shivered with the hot wetness of his mouth. She turned him on the bed, bringing his feet toward her head. They lay side by side, facing each other. Joyce rested her head on his thigh, stroking her son’s balls and cock and hard young ass as he talked and talked. She pressed her thigh underneath his head, bending the other leg and holding it wide to allow him access to her crotch.

  Seeing his precious balls, the crack of his ass, watching his cock swell under her caressing fingers, Joyce wondered if he would ever become tired of her, tired of seeing and touching her body. She hoped not. He was so good with her, his cock throbbing in her cunt or mouth or up her ass. She would have many more years with him, but the time would come when he would find some young girl, become infatuated or perhaps fall in love. She didn’t want to think about that now.

  When that time came, she hoped desperately it would be with a girl compatible to their ways, a girl willing to share Joyce’s good looking son with her, perhaps become a threesome. That way she would always remain with her son. Stroking his sweet hard-on in one hand, cradling his balls with the other, Joyce would be more than willing to share him with an agreeable woman or girl, but only if that girl was willing to live with their lifestyle. If not, well, Joyce would have to go her way and find someone else. She was not going to be the kind of mother who interfered with her son’s life. She would simply always be available to her son if and when he wanted to fuck her.