Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Liz’s heart was beating at twice its normal speed. This is what she had hoped for, what she suddenly realized she wanted, what she had felt for Phil and hadn’t recognized. She wanted to make love with her son, to have her own son fuck her.

  “Yes,” she said simply.

  “Huh?” Bret looked at her, as if he didn’t believe his own ears.

  “I said, ‘yes’,” she repeated, smiling widely. “I want to make love with you. I want you to be my lover.”

  He dropped the small bowl he held. His mouth fell ajar slightly, as though he still couldn’t believe her words. However, she could see the effects of her answer in the thickening bulge in her son’s crotch.

  “I think it would be easier for the both of us, if I undressed myself,” she said. “That is unless you’d like to do it.”

  “No,” he shook his head. “I think I’ll have enough trouble with my own clothes. Will this be good enough?” His hand waved around the spot on which they stood. “Or do you want me to go back to camp and get a blanket or something?”

  “No, you stay right here,” she answered. The spot was perfect. It was grassy and concealed well enough from camp. It wasn’t hidden, but secluded. Besides, the thought of someone coming out here to look for them and finding her in her son’s arms already had her pussy dampening with a flow of womanly juices.

  Liz began to unbutton her blouse. At the same time, Bret’s fingers clumsily went after the buttons of his shirt, while his eyes remained locked on his mother.

  One by one, the flaming-haired beauty slipped the buttons open to her blouse. Inch by inch the “V” of her neckline dipped, exposing a broad expanse of soft, smoothlooking flesh. Down her hands worked, laying open the sweet valley separating the partially unveiled contours of her big, heavy tits.

  With her son’s eyes roving each inch of her body she exposed for him, she pulled her blouse from her jeans and quickly stripped it from her arms. He caught his breath. She stood there, the slightly pendulous balls of her tits swaying lusciously on her chest. The pleasure he found in her tits was reflected in the longing caress of his gaze. She felt a warm ripple of desire and pride rush up and down her spine.

  Her hands then freed the snap to her jeans and the zipper. She wiggled free of the pants and tossed them aside, to stand completely naked before her son. Her choice of no panties and bra had been correct. She had no intention of this earlier, but now it seemed so right.

  Apparently, it did for him, too. Shirt cast aside, he skinned out of jockey shorts and blue jeans at the same time. His cock, liberated from the confines of his pants, twitched like a mighty pole of lust from his youthful groin. Its slitted mouth seemed to stare at her like a tiny eye. She shivered with want.

  Before he could move or speak, she stepped to him. Tenderly, she reached out and took a firm hold on his stiff rod. Just the mere touch of his virile cock sent sizzling thrills racing on a direct line to the moist cleft of her shaven loins. She squeezed lovingly, eliciting a moan of pleased surprise from her son.

  “You’re a beautiful young man,” she whispered, leaning forward and kissing him. Their tongues played and dueled for moments, then they parted. “I think this lovely cock would like a kiss.”

  He didn’t need to answer. The lusty jerk of his prick told her she was right. Slavishly, she lowered herself to her knees before him. Leaning to his crotch, she ran her tongue out and licked up and down the massive thickness of his sex. She felt and relished the excited thrills she sent swirling through his groin.

  Then she opened her mouth and accepted the ponderous burden of his cock into the humid warmth of her face. The crystal juices welling from his glans flowed to her tongue and she tasted him. The manly favor was one she knew well, but this vintage was something she had never experienced before. This was her son’s cock she cradled lovingly within her cock-hungry jaws. This was her own son she was kneeling before, giving him head.

  Sliding down the fat rail of his prick, taking him deep into her throat, she realized what Jason must have felt with their daughter Linda. She knew what her husband felt. She was feeling it now. Back she eased. The salvia-glistening column of her son’s cock sliding from her tightly puckered lips. She heard him moan above her and glanced up to find his eyes gazing down, down at his mother and her worshipping lips wrapped lovingly around his throbbing dick.

  Watching him watch her, she dropped back down the rigid lance of his dork. At the same time, she tucked a hand between his trembling thighs, over his scrotum and up the hot crease of his ass. With no difficulty, she found the taut ring of his anus and tapped it with a finger.

  The results were explosive. Results she was prepared for. Her son’s pelvis lurched, stabbing his cock into her face, into her welcoming throat. Inhaling deeply through her nostrils to fight the gag reflex, she accepted every inch of his bludgeoning prick. She took it and worshipped it.

  Pulling her head back a bit, she sucked up and down the pulsing shaft. Her tongue licked and laved around the fat circumference of his manhood. Meanwhile, her probing finger taunted the tiny mouth of his asshole. Carefully, she teased at him, eventually working her finger into his rectum, then easing her finger in and out of his bowels.

  She would have been satisfied just kneeling there, sucking at her son’s shaft and fingering his asshole until she felt his hot gushes of come flooding into her mouth. But Bret, as marvelous as her mouth was, wanted something else.

  “No more,” he moaned, quivering with the delicious feel of her lips and tongue. “No more, please. I want in you. I want to make love with you.”

  What he wanted was to fuck her. But she wasn’t about to quibble over terms. She’d gladly exchange mouth for cunt and love it.

  Carefully extracting that teasing fingertip from her son’s asshole, the red-haired temptress sucked at his prong with all her might, inching her way off his lust-swollen rod. Her mouth came free of his throbbing young cock with a wet, smacking sound that seemed to echo around them.

  Then without direction, she simply reclined on her back at his feet. “Take me. Push that beautiful cock up your mother’s cunt.”

  She opened her thighs, allowing him a view of her vulnerable-looking pussy, shaven and pink and glistening with the wet flow of her arousal. She raised her arms, beckoning her son to mount the voluptuous bed of her wanton flesh.

  He came to her, carefully lowering his body atop hers. He pressed down on her, his weight feeling wonderful. His chest crushed against her chest, flattening the satin-covered balls of her breasts. She moaned, every cell of her body ready to receive the offering of his young cock.

  Down between their cores, his hand moved. She felt him grip the rigid staff of his prick and guide to the waiting slit of her cunt. There poised against the bare lips of her pussy he pulsed, the fat head of his prick throbbing.

  She spread her legs wider, then whispered, “Yes.”

  He responded with a quick thrust of his hips. Up into the welcoming sheath of her juice-filled snatch, his virile shaft glided. Deep and hard, he plowed the loving hole of his mother’s body. Their pelvises met, tightly pressed, and he lay still.

  She did not mind. It was wonderful to have him within her. Her body was alive, hypersensitive. She felt the throbbing twitches of the love shaft she cradled in the innermost recess of her pussy. She thrilled at the hot, filling length of him.

  Then he moved.

  Not quickly, but with deliberate languor. He dragged himself from her body. A fraction of an inch at a time, he slithered that ponderous tool up from the fiery depths of her cunt. Slowly, ever slowly, he raised his hips. Higher and higher, sluicing out from the caressing folds of her cunt he came.

  Then, with glans remaining within the mouth of her vagina, he began a series of rapid-fire strokes. Not the deep-grinding thrust of his youthful loins she hungered for, but short, titillating jabs that drove but an inch or two of his cock into her pussy.

  She clutched at his ass, trying to pull him deeper into the wanton quick of h
er belly, but he resisted. Instead he continued those short, quick, teasing strokes. He taunted, feeding the flames of her passion. He knew damn well what he was doing to her and she loved him for it. He was making love to her, building the needs of her body to a fevered pitch.

  “Ahhhhhahhhhh!” she cried out in lusty surprise.

  In one hard, probing thrust, he rammed home. Hard and long, he packed her quivering cunt with every inch of his fat cock. His ball bag, soft and hairy, bounced off the curved cushions of her ass. Then he was still, just lying there, his magnificent prick pulsating within the burning recess of her belly.

  How long she held the hardness of him there she didn’t know. It was enough to just savor the filled feeling of her body. But when he did begin to move again, it was in that same pleasure-agonizing slow-motion stroke.

  Up and out he moved, the blood-engorged head of his cock sliding out from her depths. Inch by inch, he withdrew. Then he moved back in. It was a marvelous tease, a fantastic taunt of sensations, forcing her to focus her full attention on his cock. And when she did, she felt him, felt every pulse of that pleasing piston. She was sure that had someone been watching they would have thought them to be lying still. But she knew, knew well that her son’s cock was reaming the interior of her cunt with delicious languor.

  When he upped the tempo of his slithering probes only a fraction of that tantalizing slow-motion speed, it was like he was drilling in and out at neck-break speed. But still he moved within her only a fraction of an inch with each passing second. It was a sheer torture, a torment of excruciating pleasure. It was a new, thrilling stirring of her carnal senses.

  Slowly, ever slowly, her sons’ hips increased the vigor of their thrusts, until he drilled in and out of her body at a firm, steady pace. She groaned, savoring the flowing motion for his young body, delighting in the satisfaction of just having him within her.

  “Deeper,” she urged him. “I want you deeper within me.”

  Immediately, his hands slid down the womanly curves of her sides to tuck beneath the cheeks of her ass. Hands firmly wedged under her rump, he lifted her from the ground. Like a sword entering its sheath, his lusty wand glided to the innermost reaches of her edacious cunt. He plowed into the folds of her pussy, the thick, swollen head of his prick opening her body to him.

  At the same time, he managed to wiggle a finger into the cleft of her ass. Then he returned the favor she had performed for him earlier. He drilled that finger into the tight, tiny hole of her anus.

  She went wild. The dual impalement on cock and finger was unbelievable. She pushed back and his finger slipped deeper into the smooth channel of her rectum. Her hips lurched forward and his mighty spear of flesh skewered even deeper into her pussy.

  “God!” She writhed beneath her son. “Oh, sweet God!”

  She was a vessel of lust. She existed for him and him alone. She felt like a total sex object, her only reason for existing — to give her body to her son.

  Even held firmly in his palms, she could move. And move she did. Her hips bucked and arched. She squeezed her vaginal muscles and undulated her pelvis. Every inch of her body was alive with his presence and she wanted him to know it. Her hands gripped his buttocks and kneaded them. She hunched and fucked, squirming and thrashing under his constant poling of virile cockflesh.

  Again his hips increased the rhythm of their thrusts. Harder and deeper, he drove into her. She moaned and took him. She groaned and accepted everything his finger and prick were doing to her. She whispered into his ear, telling him all the marvelous things he was doing. She moaned out the lewd wants and desires she held for him.

  Out his pelvis wrenched. In his groin drove. Out and in, in and out, he fed his fat pussy-pleaser into the greedy slit of her snatch. He fucked her now. Love making gave way to lust and need. Harder and harder, his swollen dork ravaged the grateful channel of her cunt. Stronger and stronger, the throbbing length of his prick burned within her.

  She matched him stroke for stroke. Her hips arched and thrusted. She bucked under his onslaught. She pulled at him, trying to pull every inch of his manhood into her wanton pussy, trying to suck his balls with the lips of her vagina. She squeezed, tightening herself. She twisted and gyrated, swirling his massive prong around within the scabbard of her belly.

  Hotter her need flamed. Higher the winds of pleasure took her. The pounding of her thighs pulsed like the roar of thunder. Then the universe exploded around her.

  She came!

  The whole earth seemed to tremble beneath her. Ecstasy raced in her veins. She cried aloud, cried out the total pleasure of her powerful release. For an eternity, she soared, rising higher and higher. Minutes, transformed to hours of consuming passion, held her body in a grip of desire.

  Long, so damn long, she trembled and quaked, unable to do anything but to writhe there in the arms of her son. But when she finally descended back to earth, she turned her attention to satisfying the young man atop her.

  It didn’t take much, simply slipping her hand down between his thighs and lightly touching the taut bag of his scrotum. He came. She held him closely, lovingly, while the fires of his passion spewed up the center of his cock and blasted into the chalice of her cunt.

  Deep within the core of her body, she felt the hard-pulsing, jerking throbs of his glans as the creamy seed of her son’s loins gushed into her pussy. He moaned and shook atop her. He kissed and bit at her neck. He emptied the thick flood of his lust into the very receptive channel of her sex.

  And when the last quivering had passed, his mouth moved to hers. His tongue probed deeply, gratefully. They lay there, holding each other, their fingertips lovingly tracing the features of their faces. At one point, he attempted to move from atop, to lessen the weight of his body, but she clung to him refusing to end this moment. She felt his cock soften to a hose within her, but still she refused to relinquish the feel of his body.

  Lying there, she kissed and fondled his youthful body, reveling in the strength of his muscles. Then she felt it. There, quietly lying within the come-drenched tunnel of her pussy, Bret’s cock stirred. It came to life, growing, hardening, swelling, pulsing with new need.

  “Again,” she simply said.

  Immediately, his hips began to move.

  Gratefully, she eased her son’s face to hers and kissed him passionately.

  CHAPTER TEN

  “You and me?” Karen blinked at her step-cousin. “Are you sure?”

  “Of course, do you think I’d ask you otherwise?” Linda answered, a wide wicked grin on her face. “Of course, if you don’t want to…”

  “I don’t know,” the brunette shook her head. “But I do admit it sounds sexy. But what will your father think? He made love to you, but what about me? I think he’s as sexy as they come, but what will he think of me?”

  “We won’t give him a chance to think,” Linda replied. “We’ll just rape him.”

  Karen shivered, visibly excited at the proposed ‘rape’. “But how are we going to manage it? He fell for that ‘let’s go for a walk in the woods’ routine you handed him yesterday. But I don’t think he’ll buy it again.”

  “Like I said, we won’t give him a chance to think,” Linda said. “You just wait here, and I’ll bring him back.”

  Karen nodded. “Good luck.”

  “Don’t worry,” Linda answered. With that she turned and stepped from the tent.

  As Karen had said, yesterday was yesterday. Today was a new day and Linda Jefferies found that she was far more sure of herself today than on her first attempt at seducing her father. Today she had no doubts as to the outcome of her efforts. At least no more than a bit of nervousness.

  She found her father sitting beside a small campfire, nursing a cup of coffee. Apparently at least two others were up, because of the two empty cups on the ground near the blaze. She knew one of them was Bret, but she wondered who the other was.

  “Good morning,” she said, stepping to her father’s side and kissing his cheek
.

  Jason smiled and returned the greeting, offering his teenage daughter a cup of the coffee. Linda shook her head and refused. “Actually,” she said, “Karen and I have a problem over at our tent. We’re not sure what to do with all the extra things Frank left behind. Do you think we should pack them?”

  “Let me finish this and I’ll come take a look at what he left,” her father answered.

  Inwardly, the sexy little strawberry blonde smiled. This was far easier than she thought it would be. Her anticipation mounting, she forced herself to be calm until Jason lifted his cup and drained the last swallow of coffee.

  “Ready?” He looked up at her.

  She nodded and started off toward the tent where Karen and she planned to spring their trap. Her father rose from the ground and followed closely behind.

  Once at the tent, she lifted its flap and allowed Jason to enter first. Then she stepped in behind him.

  “Okay,” he said, glancing around the interior of the tent, “where’s the things you wanted me to take a look at.”

  “You’re looking at them,” Linda said, feeling far bolder today than yesterday. “Karen and myself.”

  “Oh, no you don’t,” Jason threw up his hands and shook his head. “I’m not sure what you two have in mind, but I can take a wild guess.”

  “Sorry, but you don’t have a choice in the matter,” Linda answered. “We’ve already made up our minds. We’re going to take you by force if need be.”

  Jason laughed. “Listen, my lovely daughter. You’re still not too big to throw over my knee and spank. In fact, that’s exactly what you two need.”

  His step toward Linda was his mistake. Karen reached out and grabbed one of his ankles. She tugged a bit, not hard, but just enough to make him lose his balance. He stumbled a minute, grabbing at Linda for support. Then he fell, dragging his young daughter with him.

  After that, it was a lost cause, no amount of resistance would have had any effect. Both the young teenagers were all over him at once. Their hands were at his clothes, pulling at them. He felt the first three buttons of his shirt eased from their holes. The last two came away with a snap, ripping away from the fabric.