Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  “Ohhhh, God! This is heavenly!” Mandy cried out. “Fucked in the ass and cunt at the same time! I love it… ohhhh! I love it so fucking much! Fuck me, you two hard cocks! Fuck me good! Fuck my cunt and fuck my asshole!”

  Mandy’s hand moved between her niece’s thighs and pushed her son’s hand away. She caressed and rubbed at Julie’s fiery pussy, working a finger into it. The stretching of her asshole by a hard cock while another was fucking her cunt was the ultimate thrill, she felt. She felt spread open, from cunt to asshole, and everything between her thighs burned and bubbled and felt so good, she could hardly stand it.

  “I need those cocks! I need them in me, in my cunt and in my ass and in my mouth! Ooooh, this is going to make me come so fucking hard! Fuck me… fuck me good! Squirt that hot boy-cum in my asshole and in my cunt!”

  She shivered as they smashed her between them, fucking her roughly. Her mouth gasped with sobbing sounds of ecstasy. The powerful plunges of the two cocks were unlike anything she had ever felt. She felt as if they were ripping her loins apart, but it was sheer rapture.

  “Ahhhh! If only there was another cock for my mouth!” Mandy sobbed.

  “How about a cunt, Aunt Mandy?” Julie asked.

  “Yes, your cunt, baby!”

  Julie jumped up, straddling Derick’s head with her knees, leaning back, pushing her succulently wet little pussy to her aunt’s face. She felt her cousin’s hot breath on her satiny ass, and pushed it to his face. She squealed as Derick began to lick at the crack of her ass, while his mother began to suck and lick at her fiery cunt.

  “Ooooh, suck it, Aunt Mandy!” Julie cried out. “Suck my pussy!”

  Mandy slurped hungrily, sliding her tongue up and down the girl’s wet cunt slit, her tongue touching her son’s now and then as Derick worked his tongue at Julie’s hot asshole. She gripped Julie’s ass cheeks, spreading them wide for her son’s tongue. She licked at Derick’s tongue as it pushed into her niece’s asshole, then plunged her tongue into the kid’s steamy cunt. Taking her nephew’s cock into her asshole, and her son’s cock up her cunt, Mandy tonguefucked Julie frantically, crying out with ecstasy.

  The mass of squirming, hot bodies filled the room with the erotic scent of wet pussy and hard cock. The wet sounds were loud, but none of them really heard. They squirmed and thrashed together, Mandy sucking the sweet juices out of her niece’s cunt while her son tongued the girl’s fiery little asshole, Mandy still taking both hard cocks up her cunt and ass.

  “Eat her pussy, Aunt Mandy!” Johnny was yelping from behind her, each word emphasized by a hard stab of his cock up her ass. “Suck my little sister’s hot cunt! Tongue her pussy! I’m gonna fuck your hot asshole sore… come in it… fill your asshole up with my jizz!”

  Mandy cried out with her lips surrounding the creamy slit of her niece’s cunt, her tongue plunging in and out. She felt her son push his cock hard into her cunt, her chin touching his as he stabbed his tongue in and out of Julie’s asshole. Her emotions reeled dizzily. Every inch of her naked flesh burned feverishly.

  Impaled in the ass and cunt, with sweet pussy in her mouth, Mandy could not hold back the orgasms. She cried out in Julie’s pussy as she started coming. The contractions were hard, making her cunt and asshole grip the cocks of her son and nephew. Her asshole and pussy closed so tightly about their cocks, neither boy could fuck into her.

  Mandy’s body went tight, her scream exploding into Julie’s cunt.

  She didn’t even know when her son came, spewing his cum-load into her pussy, or did she know when her nephew spurted his jism into her asshole or that Julie was coming hard against her mouth. The only thing she was really aware of was the power of her orgasms, one after the other, tearing her apart with ecstasy.

  She whimpered when she felt Johnny pull his cock out of her asshole, and again when her son’s cock slipped out of her cunt. As Derick shifted from underneath her, Mandy rolled onto her back, arms and legs flung wide, her face glowing with a burning rapture that sent shivers through her naked body. Julie shifted her ass and sat up next to Derick’s head, gasping for air. She saw the cock cream seeping from her aunt’s cunt and asshole, and with a soft cry, buried her face between Mandy’s thighs, sucking and licking the woman’s cunt and asshole, her little tongue pulling the fuck-slime from both openings.

  “Oh, God, baby!” Mandy moaned. “I can’t take anymore!”

  Julie raised her cum-smeared face, grinning cutely.

  After she rested a little, Mandy sat up, hugging her knees to her tits, eyes radiant. Her son leaned against the couch, breathing in soft gasping sounds, his cummy cock drooping. Johnny was lying on his back, his legs open, his slimy cock limp. Julie was squatting, with her feet and knees open, feeling of her slippery cunt and asshole, her eyes still blazing with passion.

  Mandy couldn’t hold back anymore.

  She told them about her brother jacking off for her, coming into her mouth when she was young like Julie. She told of her disappointment that her brother had never actually fucked her, and how she had wanted him to fuck her. To her delight, they enjoyed what she said.

  When she finished, Julie, in a shy voice, confessed: “I saw my daddy’s cock once, but he didn’t know about it.”

  Mandy’s eyes lit up. “Did you want to grab it, honey?”

  “Ooooh, I sure did! I wanted to suck it!”

  “I wonder if…”

  Mandy began to talk about her brother, how she still wanted his cock in her cunt, and they began to make plans to seduce him.

  “Hey, what about our mom?” Johnny said.

  “You want to fuck your mother?” Mandy laughed.

  “You bet!”

  “Then, maybe we better find out if it can happen,” she said. “I can always learn things that way. You know, it just might be possible. If my brother is still as horny as he was when we were kids, this could work out. I wouldn’t mind a little taste of your mother’s cunt, myself.”

  “Can I fuck her, too, Mom?” Derick asked, getting excited again.

  “That’s what we have to find out, don’t we?” she said.

  Johnny had a sly grin on his face. “I think Mom will, but I don’t know about Dad.”

  “Why do you think she will?” Mandy asked.

  “Because…” Johnny gave them a sly look. “I woke up one morning a week ago, and Mom was playing with my cock.”

  “She was?” Mandy asked, eyes widening. “You’re not just making that up?”

  “She was!” Johnny insisted.

  Mandy got a wild gleam in her eye. “If that’s the truth, then this is going to work out just fine.”

  She began making plans with her son, her nephew, and her niece, to seduce her brother and sister-in-law…

  THE END

  GR-2330 HORNY BALLING MOTHER

  CHAPTER ONE

  Joan watched her 14 year old son watching the girl floating in the pool.

  She didn’t blame Ted. The girl was very pretty, with long hair and a luscious body. But Ted was still too young to be interested in girls, at least she felt he was. But looking at his expression now, she wasn’t so sure.

  The girl, with a honey-colored hair that fell over the air float and dangled in the water, was the prettiest in the apartment complex. Her skin was a creamy, golden color, her body slender but with some very beautiful hollows and hills and curves. Her bikini was almost nonexistent. The bottom was a simple, tiny patch of bright red and the top hardly a band a cloth that covered her flawlessly shaped tits.

  Joan enjoyed looking at the girl, too. Joan had never denied the beauty of the female form as some women would. She had always enjoyed looking at pretty girls as much as any man.

  The only thing she knew about the girl was her name, Fawn. It was a pretty name for a very pretty girl. Fawn looked to be perhaps eighteen, nineteen at the most. Apparently she was independent in money matters. She was never seen going or coming from work.

  Joan’s apartment was on the second floor, with a tin
y balcony overlooking the pool and patio area. She sat out there on the balcony now looking down at Fawn and her son. Ted was in a lounge chair, pretending to doze, but his interest in the girl was obvious. It was the middle of the day, and all the tenants were at work except for Joan, her son, and Fawn.

  It wasn’t long before Joan noticed the front of her son’s bathing trunks bulging. She frowned momentarily as she realized her son had a hard-on. But her frown changed to amusement when she noticed that Fawn was, evidently, teasing and tantalizing Ted with her lovely body.

  Joan didn’t mind a little flirting. She enjoyed flirting herself. The girl on the raft seemed to know just what to do with Ted, working on his tender young emotions to arouse him to the point of that hard-on. Fawn was on her back as she floated lazily in the sparkling water, her legs parted.

  It was exciting to watch Fawn tease her son. Watching them, Joan found that she, too, was being turned on. She wasn’t sure it was because of her son’s cock or the sweetness of Fawn’s body, and didn’t really care. A ripple of heat flowed through Joan’s body and she found herself becoming wet between her thighs, her nipples straining.

  The ringing of the telephone irritated Joan, especially when it turned out to be a wrong number. Sighing, she stepped back onto the patio and looked down.

  Fawn’s tits were naked!

  The girl had taken her bikini top off, and it now floated on the surface of the water. Her firm tits rose up into twin points, with fantastic pink nipples. Joan noticed Ted was no longer trying to sneak peeks at Fawn, but was gazing at her openly, his mouth open with fascination. Joan had evidently missed something important when the phone rang.

  Fawn was not in the least bashful about letting Ted see her lovely titties. Joan saw the girl was watching Ted, a smile playing about her moist lips. Either Ted was so awed by what he was looking at, or his mind had suddenly become numb — he sat there with his cock straining at his trunks, making no effort to conceal it. Joan’s reaction to this was a deep burning sensation between her thighs, and she was acutely aware that her clitoris had become intensely swollen inside her panties.

  Fawn was circling her fingertips beneath her tits, drawing them up the swollen curves and around her rigid nipples. Joan gasped, knowing Fawn was going out of her way to tease Ted, being bold and blatant and wanton. She felt a moment of hatred for Fawn. She shouldn’t tease a boy Ted’s age! A man would be different, Joan felt, but to a boy of Ted’s age, something like this could be extremely traumatic.

  Surely Fawn would not tease a boy that way unless she was willing to fuck them. Fawn didn’t look like a prick-teaser at all. Joan wondered if her son would be eager to fuck the girl, or if it would embarrass him. From the expression on his good-looking face, Joan didn’t think it would. She grinned to herself, thinking Ted would be like a raging bull if he could get his hands on Fawn’s lovely tits. His cock seemed ready to burst the seams of his trunks and Joan gazed at the outline of her son’s prick. But she was too far away to really see it.

  Why do I want to see his cock? she asked herself, unable to make her eyes move from it.

  A hand movement from Fawn brought Joan’s eyes to the pretty girl. Fawn was looking at Ted, too, her eyes steamy even from this distance. Joan watched Fawn drawn a pattern along her flat stomach, just above the top of her bikini bottom, then down along the crotch and briefly caress the inside of one thigh.

  Joan found she was being turned on as much as her son by this wanton display of open sensuality. She could not resist touching one of her own titties, molding her palm around it and squeezing gently. The pressure on her tit sent waves of steamy desire down her body, causing her cunt to twitch. The crotch of her panties were wet, almost soaked, with the seeping fluids of her excited cunt.

  Joan’s eyes began to blaze with passion, watching Fawn now more than her son. Fawn was tracing her finger about the crotch of her bikini, openly stroking her pussy as Ted gawked with desire. Fawn pulled her finger along the bulge of her cunt, right where the slit would be, and Joan heard her son grunt. Ted was almost sitting up, braced on one elbow. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth as he drooled over the lovely girl fondling herself.

  Fawn slowly shoved her fingers under the top of her bikini bottom and Joan watched. It was obvious to her that Fawn was playing with the hair of her cunt.

  On an impulse, Joan looked around. There was no one else at home in the small apartment complex, she knew, still she darted her eyes from balcony to balcony, then back to the pool. Ted was too absorbed in watching Fawn, and the girl was much too busy to look up at Joan. Lifting her skirt to her waist, Joan ran her palm between her legs and rubbed at her cunt, feeling deliciously wicked and exposed. If either or both of them at the pool looked up, they would have seen Joan’s long, slender thighs and the crotch of her panties, seen her rubbing her cunt. But they didn’t look up.

  Again Joan heard her son grunt. It came out more as a moan of torment than anything else. Immediately after the grunt, the sound of Fawn’s tinkling giggles drifted up to Joan. It took a moment or so for Joan to realize what had happened.

  Ted had come off in his trunks!

  She saw the wet spot at the tip of his cock inside the trunks. Her son had come off watching Fawn tease him.

  “Was it a good one, Ted?” Joan heard Fawn ask. “Did you come nice and hard?”

  Joan saw her son nod his head.

  “I told you I’d show my titties to you one day, remember?” Fawn said to Ted. “Now do you believe me?”

  Ted nodded his head vigorously as Fawn retrieved her floating top and put it back on.

  “I came too, you know,” Fawn said as she tied the halter over her shapely young titties. “I usually come, too.”

  This had been going on a while, Joan realized. She had paid no attention, and here this pretty young girl was playing around with her son, making him come off inside his trunks. But it was so open! Right there at the pool with the sun burning down on them. Of course there was no one home to see — except Joan. Still, someone might.

  Joan felt admiration for Fawn, admiring her boldness and wanton behavior. Fawn was doing things that Joan had only fantasized about. Somehow Joan felt very close to Fawn. She hardly knew the girl, but felt as if they were very close, almost like sisters.

  Joan had forgotten her dress was at her waist and her hand was between her thighs. Quickly, she shoved her skirt back down and smoothed it over her hips. She watched Fawn paddle to the edge of the pool and climb out. The back of her tiny bikini had snuck into the crack of her ass, and the white, creamy ass flesh was an erotic contrast to the golden color of her thighs. Fawn wiggled her ass at Ted before she pulled the bikini out of the crack of her ass and blew him a kiss.

  “We’ll do it again later, honey,” she said, picking up her towel and stepped into her own apartment on the bottom floor.

  Joan watched her son stand up, his cock looking as if it were still very hard. She watched him gaze in the direction where Fawn disappeared, rubbing the front of his trunks. Then he started for the stairs to come up for a late lunch.

  As Ted ate a sandwich and drank a glass of milk, Joan found herself looking at her son in a different way. Ted was quite young, but apparently not so young as to not notice a pretty girl like Fawn. Nor was he too young to get a hard-on and come off in his pants. Joan still felt excitement rumbling through her body as she looked at him, visualizing his cock gushing creamy come juice. The scene in her mind created a beautiful storm between her thighs, and she was surprised to find that she almost came.

  After his late lunch, Ted mumbled something about changing out of his trunks. She watched him go down the short hall to his room, her eyes on the tightness of his young ass and strong thighs.

  When he didn’t return to the living room after about ten minutes, Joan followed him. He wasn’t in his room, but his trunks were on the floor. She picked them up, turning them inside out and looking at his still wet come juice. Taking them to the bathroom to place them in the
hamper, she shoved the door open and stepped in — stopping suddenly.

  Ted was sitting on the toilet, his legs spread and his cock hard. He was, or had been, jerking off frantically. The boy gave a yelp of surprise when his mother entered and saw what he was doing. He tried to stuff his hard cock down between his legs, but it jerked upright again. He tried once more, and the same thing happened.

  Joan laughed, a low, throaty sound. “I guess you can’t hide it, can you?” she said.

  “Aw, Mom,” Ted blushed.

  “A hard-on isn’t anything to be ashamed of, Ted,” Joan said, surprising herself with her choice of words. “Nor should you be ashamed of playing with it.”

  Ted lowered his eyes, but his cock kept standing up straight and hard. He closed his thighs, but it didn’t help at all. His balls squeezed up from them.

  Joan stared at her son’s cock and balls, an itch tormenting the palms of her hands. “I know how good it can feel,” she went on, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I understand the feeling very well, honey. I know you can’t leave it alone when you get hard like this. I know you have to touch it, play with it.”

  As she whispered, her eyes burning on his cock, she was moving farther into the bathroom, getting closer and closer to her son. His trunks had dropped from her hand, forgotten. She was a foot away from him now, her knees shaking as she stared down at his cock. The head was swollen smoothly, and he was dripping from his pisshole, the shaft visibly throbbing.

  She hardly realized it when she began to sink to the floor, bending her knees, squatting at her son’s side, her hand resting on one of his hot knees. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock and balls, seeing the wiry hair at the base.

  “I know the feelings a boy gets sometimes,” she murmured with a thickening voice, her hand moving slowly up his trembling thigh. “It’s difficult to ignore, honey. Girls get that way, too. There’s nothing at all to be ashamed of.”

  The tip of her fingers barely touched his balls and she heard Ted gasp and lifted her eyes to his. Ted was looking at her now, his eyes unfocused but very, very hot. She felt his balls writhe against her fingertips, and she lightly brushed at them. Just as he had been fascinated with Fawn’s beautiful titties, Joan now seemed fascinated with his cock and balls.