Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Karen flung her legs wide apart, lifting her ass, grinding into Judy’s mouth as her own sucked at her son’s asshole. She began to moan loudly, the sounds muffled.

  Then she screamed into Robbie’s ass, her hips smashing up and down, her cunt beating at her daughter’s mouth as a tremendous orgasm burst throughout her naked body.

  When her orgasm was over, she felt lightheaded, and she couldn’t quite focus her eyes. She struggled to breathe. But the sensations in her body were the best yet.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The following day, Judy and Robbie both wanted to stay home from school, but Karen refused. She wanted them to be with her all day, but school had to come first and she emphasized its importance. Judy pouted, telling her mother she was learning more important things with her and Robbie.

  “I’d rather learn about pussy and cock instead of history and stuff like that, Mommy,” she said, wrinkling her cute nose. “It’s more fun.”

  “It might be more fun,” Karen said, slapping Judy’s exquisite little ass fondly. “But off to school you go, just the same.”

  “Sure, and Robbie will stay here and fuck you all day and I’ll be left out, Mommy,” she pouted, picking up her books, hugging them to her chest.

  “Robbie is going to school, too,” Karen said. “He’s going with you, holding your hand all the way.”

  “And I’ll hold his cock!” Judy giggled.

  “Not outside of this house, you won’t,” Karen said. “Now, both of you, scoot, before I change my mind and keep you home.”

  She watched them go, hand in hand, smiling, proud of them.

  Karen missed them after five minutes. She had nothing to do, and after the past few days, the house seemed very empty. She thought of calling her husband, Hal, and see if he would meet her for lunch, but she knew he would plead business.

  She washed up the small pile of laundry made a shopping list, then watched a soap opera on television. She undressed and tried on most of her clothes again, selected panties and bras, sorted them and threw away all the old pairs, then realized she would have buy more. If not for Hal, she thought with a wicked giggle, she wouldn’t have to wear panties at all.

  By noon, she was beside herself with need. Wanting to do something really wicked, Karen brought a wooden kitchen chair into the living room, and undressed before the huge plate glass, the drapes wide open. She sat in the chair, the back toward the window, and with her naked tits resting on the top, spread her legs around it and began to play with her cunt, almost hoping someone would come by, the postman perhaps, or a salesman, or even a paperboy.

  After a few moments, she turned the chair to face the window, spreading her legs wide as she sat down again, her ass pushed over the edge of the seat. Fingering her cunt, sliding her fingers up and down the slit, she closed her eyes, fantasizing that someone was watching her. Working the finger of one hand into her cunt, she used her other hand to rub her inflamed clitoris. Moaning in self-induced pleasure, a movement caught her eye. It had been unexpected despite her exhibitionistic fantasy, and she almost yanked her hands away and clamped her thighs together. But a ripple of ecstasy flooded her, and instead she stabbed her finger into her cunt with more vigor.

  Her son’s face appeared clearly, grinning through the window at her.

  Karen grinned widely, motioning him inside, still fucking herself.

  Robbie came in, standing at her feet watching her, his cock pushing at his jeans. Without saying anything to her son, she cupped his balls, squeezing them in her palm, still fingering herself. Robbie leaned over and fondled his mother’s tits, pushing his mouth onto hers. Karen, purring in pleasure to have her son there, pushed her tongue into his mouth as she opened his pants, puffing his cock free.

  Clutching his prick, pounding on it, still fingerfucking herself, sucking hungrily at his tongue, Karen let out a tight, throaty moan, her cunt contracting with orgasm.

  “Mmmmm, I needed that one,” she murmured, slumping back with her legs still spread wide. “It wasn’t the best, but I needed it very much.” She still held his cock. “What are you doing home, anyway?”

  “Because of this,” he said, pushing his cock into her fist. “I couldn’t stay at school with this, Mom.”

  She looked at the head of his cock bulging from her tight fist. “No, you couldn’t have.”

  She pulled him to her shoulder, turning her head and licking the flat surface of her tongue over the swollen smoothness, then at the juices dripping out of his piss hole. She mewled in pleasure at tasting his cock. Closing her lips around the head, she sucked back and forth, her eyes twinkling up at his face.

  Robbie cupped his mother’s cheeks, and holding her head still, used her mouth like her cunt, fucking it deeply. Karen’s eyes rolled dreamily as she closed her lips tightly, his cock sliding over her tongue.

  She gently pulled off his cock, flinging her arms about his hips, squeezing his ass, looking up at him with steamy eyes.

  “Robbie, put it in mother’s cunt! I need to be fucked so badly! Please, darling, fuck mother now, and fuck her hard!”

  Being in front of the huge window naked was a turn-on for Karen. This exhibitionistic desire was very strong, and she wanted someone to see her fucking her son… anyone, man or woman. She held her thighs very wide as her son pushed his jeans to his knees, stepping between her legs. Karen drew her knees up right against her tits, her eyes slitted with wanton hunger. Robbie pushed his cock into her juicy cunt, making her gasp with beautiful sensation.

  Placing his hands underneath her knees, Robbie stared down at his cock banging in and out of his mother’s cunt. Squishy sounds came from her crotch, and low whimpers of ecstasy from her throat. With her eyes closed, wiggling her ass to the pounding rhythm of her son’s hard cock, she imagined someone outside the window peeking at them, maybe a man jacking off or a woman with her hand inside her panties, fingerfucking furiously as she fucked her son for their watching enjoyment.

  “Can you see your cock in mother’s cunt, baby?” she panted. “Can you see mother’s cunt sucking your hard cock?”

  “I can see it, Mom!” he gasped, stabbing faster.

  “Watch your cock fuck mother’s cunt! Oooh, I can feel your hot balls slap my ass… slap my asshole! Ahhhh, that’s good, Robbie! It feels so good when your balls slap my asshole, your cock so deep in my cunt!”

  “Wiggle your ass, Mom!”

  “I am wiggling my ass!”

  “Shake your hot ass!”

  “Watch me shake my hot ass, darling!”

  “Hold your cunt open, Mom!”

  “Ooooh, I will!” she gurgled, pushing her hands down the back of her thighs, her fingers clawing her pussy wide for his cock. “There… is that wide enough?”

  “Ahhhh, nice, Mom!”

  “Ohhhh, yes, baby!”

  Stretching her pussy, she gasped loudly when the shaft of his cock rubbed the hardness of her clit.

  “Fuck me!”

  “I’m fucking you, Mom!”

  “Fuck me hard! Fuck mother’s cunt hard!”

  “Make your cunt suck my cock!”

  “It is sucking your cock!” Robbie threw his head, moaning with the wet heat pulsating on the shaft of his buried cock. “Mother’s cunt is giving your hard cock a blow job, baby!”

  “It’s eating my prick, Mom!”

  “Your mother’s cunt loves to eat hard cock!”

  “Ahhhhh, Mom!”

  “Yes, baby! Oh, my God, yes!” Karen’s naked ass thrashed about, her weight resting on the base of her spine, her ass thrust up to his cock. Her chin pressed down at her chest, and, squealing, she darted her hands off her cunt lips to grab his humping ass, digging into the crack, jerking him forward hard.

  “I’m almost there!” she screamed. Robbie rammed faster, his face contorting with agonized ecstasy, his balls tight and full, burning as they bounced off her puckering asshole. Karen’s cunt closed about his cock tightly, then expanded as if opening. Her middle finger touched
the crinkle of his asshole.

  “Baby,” she whined, “I’m going to fingerfuck you up the tight asshole, and make you fuck my cunt real hard!”

  “Ahhhh, yes, Mom! Do it!”

  Karen pushed her finger into her son’s asshole, making him gasp, but it also made his cock jerk deliciously inside her cunt. Crying out in rapture, she plunged her finger back and forth, up his clinging asshole, making her son moan and fuck into her cunt violently, smashing the puffy lips of her pussy and rigid clit.

  “Fuck my cunt!”

  “Ohhhh, my asshole, Mom!”

  “Sweet, hot asshole!”

  “My balls hurt!”

  “Those are mother’s hot balls!”

  “You’re going to make me come, Mom!”

  “Ooooh, come right up mother’s hot cunt!” Her finger thrust deep, wiggling about.

  Robbie strained his cock far into his mother’s pussy, grunting, his body starting to shake.

  “Mom… ahhhh, Mom!”

  “Squirt it!”

  His cock jerked, and Karen squealed, then screamed.

  Her cunt closed about his cock tightly, then she was coming hard, the deep spasm of her pussy gripping him in rippling waves of delicious orgasm. She grunted from the strength of her orgasm, her finger buried up his asshole, his cock throbbing in her cunt. She screamed when she felt the hot gush of his juices spattering into her pussy, his asshole gripping her finger with uncontrolled spasms, his balls pushing hard against her asshole. Spurt after spurt of hot, thick come juice filled her greedy cunt, and the hairy lips sucked hard and hungry on the shaft.

  Slowly, her body relaxed, and she felt her son’s cock softening inside her pussy. She pulled her finger out of his asshole, caressing his trembling ass and thighs, listening to his heavy breathing. She tilted her face up, shoving his shirt high. She nipped at his nipples, her tongue swirling softly and wetly. Her cunt seemed to nibble on his deflated cock.

  “Robbie,” she finally said, her voice low, small, as if she were embarrassed. “Would you do something for mother?”

  “Anything, Mom,” he promised, still breathing fast.

  “Piss in me,” she whispered.

  “Really?” he asked, looking down into her still smoldering eyes. “You mean it, Mom?”

  She nodded her head, a tentative smile on her face.

  “You really get turned on when Judy pisses, Mom?”

  Again she nodded her head.

  “Well… okay,” he agreed.

  Karen’s face became radiant with anticipation, her lips parting as she dipped her head to try and watch. Robbie, his hands behind her knees, keeping them at her tits and wide open, looked down at the bushy cunt holding the head of his cock inside.

  “Ready, Mom?”

  “Ooooh, yes!”

  Her breath stopped as she waited eagerly.

  Her son sighed softly, and she felt a few spurts of hot piss gush into her cunt, and her breath came out explosively, her head jerking up to stare into his excited face.

  “Can you feel it?” he asked.

  “God, yes, I can feel it!” she gasped. “Piss in my cunt hard! I want to feel your piss spurt real deep and hard!”

  Robbie began to piss harder, the stream spewing into her cunt hotly. Karen sobbed and wiggled her ass, her eyes closing as the ecstasy of this created a wild, perverse pleasure in her. As the stream of his piss gained in force, she began to cry softly, her cunt filling with hot piss.

  They were so involved in their pleasure, neither noticed that Karen’s fantasy was coming true. Not in the way she wanted, but true, just the same.

  Standing outside the window, his face pressed against the glass, Hal stood watching his wife and son, his mouth gaping with surprise.

  He had come up the walk, but the flash of movement caught his eyes before he reached the door. He stood trembling as he watched them, at first puzzled by what they were doing, then angry, and finally a very strange feeling of excitement filled him. He watched hotly, his cock swollen inside his pants. He had seen his wife thrust her finger up their son’s asshole, and watched as they came with shaking ecstasy, and now he was watching his son piss into his wife’s cunt.

  But Karen and Robbie didn’t know anyone was watching, and certainly would not have expected it to be Hal.

  “Fill mother’s cunt up with hot piss, baby!” Karen whimpered. “Ooooh, it’s starting to run out of me!”

  Her cunt became overfilled, and his piss ran from the hairy slit, glistening on the spreading cheeks of her ass, on her crinkling asshole, spilling to the floor beneath the chair. This could be seen by Hal, who was clutching his aching balls tightly, his eyes popping.

  Karen ran her hand through the soft hair of her cunt, pulling upward to stretch her pussy on her son’s cock, trying to see his piss run from her. She wiggled her ass, giggling wantonly.

  “It makes me feel like I can come again, Robbie,” she moaned. “Ahhh, it’s so hot in me! Piss hard as you can in mother’s cunt! Ooooh, I can feel your piss dripping over my asshole! Ooooh, it’s so good!”

  “I’m about to stop, Mom.”

  “I can feel it!” She grinned up at him, sliding her hand beneath his balls and feeling his piss drench her hand as it ran from her cunt.

  A final squirt of piss left his cock, and Karen let out a wail.

  “Stick it in my mouth now!”

  Robbie stood at her shoulder, his cock dripping on her lips. Karen closed her lips around his cock and began to suck it, moaning, once more stabbing herself in the cunt with her fingers, jerking her crotch up and down. She mouthed her son’s wet cock greedily, her tongue sliding about his piss-wet balls between sucks on his cock, her eyes closed as she savored the taste of his piss in her mouth.

  Outside the window, Hal had removed his cock, and was stroking it as he watched his wife and their son. He had not seen such excitement in years. He felt no anger toward them, no disgust, only a thrill that had been missing in his life for some years now. He found himself very, excited to see his wife swallowing their son’s cock and fuck herself at the same time. His hairy balls ached with a fullness he had long ago forgotten.

  Karen whimpered in pleasure when she felt her son’s cock harden between her lips. She looked up at his face, pulled her mouth of his cock.

  “Robbie, fuck mother’s face,” she moaned. “Fuck me in my mouth now, baby! Fuck mother’s mouth like it was her cunt! Oooohh watch me stab my pussy with my fingers! Come on, baby… fuck mother in the mouth and drown me in your hot, sweet come juice!”

  Holding his mother’s cheeks again, Robbie stared at her fingers plunging into her juicy, piss-filled cunt, and began to fuck her mouth. Karen whimpered in delight, jerking her naked ass up and down to meet her diving fingers, her tongue scraping the shaft of her son’s pulsating cock, her lips burning around the hard shaft. She swallowed as her mouth filled with his dripping juices, moaning hungrily. Her son’s young, precious balls bounced off her chin, adding to her wanton pleasure.

  With his face now pressed against the window, Hal stared between his wife’s spread-open thighs, gripping his cock tightly in his fist. He watched his son’s cock moving in and out of Karen’s mouth, and remembered how that hot, wet mouth had felt on his cock. It was all he could do to restrain himself, wanting to rush into the house and ram his thick cock into his wife’s cunt hard, and fuck her wildly while she sucked their son’s cock.

  Robbie slipped his prick faster in and out, gasping as he got ready to spurt into his mother’s eager throat.

  “I’m ready, Mom!”

  “Mmmmm,” Karen whimpered, and rammed her fingers up her cunt hard, lifting her ass. With a shudder, she began to come, and as her cunt chewed on her fingers with rippling contractions, her son let out a yelp and spewed thick, hot come juice into her mouth. He came so much it dripped from the corners of her mouth before she could swallow it all. In his gushing excitement, Robbie pulled his cock out of her mouth. Karen protested, her lips wide. On the other side of
the window, her husband stared glassy-eyed as he saw his son squirt his come juice into Karen’s open mouth.

  That was when Robbie saw his father.

  “Shit!”

  “Let me have it all!” Karen cried out, trying to get the head of his cock back into her mouth.

  But Robbie was turning, running away from her.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Karen had not seen her husband.

  He had slipped away before she turned her back from watching Robbie run from the room. She saw no one outside the window, but her son must have, she thought. There was no other reason for his behavior.

  With her cunt dripping piss, her chin and lips smeared with come juice, she stood up, picking up her scattered clothing, and still frowning over Robbie’s sudden run, went to her room and filled the tub. Her flesh was still tingling nicely as she bathed. It had felt so good to fuck and suck her son in front of the huge window, but it would have been much better if someone had seen them.

  She had a towel wrapped about her waist and was sitting at her dressing table when Robbie came in, his face showing concern. He stepped up behind her and she looked at him in the mirror. Puffing his hands over her shoulders, she curled his fingers over her tits.

  “Honey, why did you run away?” she asked.

  “Someone was watching us, Mom,” he said.

  A tremor swept through her.

  “Was that so terrible?” she purred, smashing his palms into her tits. “I think it was exciting.”

  “Mom, it was…” he couldn’t tell her.

  She waited, but he said no more.

  “Well, I hope they had as good a time as we did,” she said softly, leaning her head against his stomach, rubbing his hands over her tits, her nipples hardening. “Do you want some more pussy now?”