Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Struggling with her thoughts, Susan turned from the window and went back into the hall. She saw her son was still there, almost leaning out his window now to see better.

  Bobby, from the view of him this way, looked small and young, yet he was in his early teens. His hair was stylishly long, and she thought he was quite handsome, resembling her deceased husband more than her. Like Susan, Bobby’s hair was a dark red, but he seemed to tea easily. He wore jeans and a tank top now, and his shoulders and arms were brown as they could be. Her eyes moved down his back, focusing on his ass. The jeans were tight, and she noticed his ass cheeks were flexing. A smile spread over her lips as she thought of his cock, hard and straining in his pants as he peeked down at Mary.

  Before she knew what she was doing, Susan entered Bobby’s room and stood behind him. She watched his body shaking gently in arousal. A sudden burning, stabbing sensation rippled through her cunt and she had to choke back a soft moan.

  “What’s so interesting out there?” she said softly and moved up beside him.

  “Oh!” Bobby gasped, turning his head to see his mother at his side.

  Susan noticed he quickly shoved his hips against the wall beneath the window.

  “I see,” she said, looking down at Mary. “So that’s what you’re looking at. Disgraceful, isn’t she?”

  Bobby flushed, and she noticed he tried to look off into the distance, keeping the front of his pants against the wall. She smiled to herself, then felt ashamed because she was embarrassing her son.

  “At least she’s beautiful,” Susan said, her voice becoming surprisingly low and husky. “No harm in looking at such a beauty, I suppose.”

  Her son trembled, and she caught a glimpse of cock as he tried to turn from her. His cock was out of his pants, long and hard. A lurching heat shot through Susan’s cunt, and she squeezed her thighs tightly together. That was a mistake; the pressure created a stabbing feeling of ecstasy in her swollen clit, and a soft moan came from her throat before she could choke it back.

  “No, don’t go away,” she said softly, surprising herself still more. “Let’s look at her, honey. Let’s both stand here and look at her together. No harm in that.”

  She pressed her hip against him, feeling his body shaking, but he remained where he was, still trying to conceal his exposed cock from her. Susan felt so strange, so aroused, so ready! She was not herself, but someone else, a woman with a steaming cunt that seemed to be taking control of her, making her emotions whirl. She flexed the cheeks of her ass, trying to peek at her son’s cock as he tried to keep his hard-on pressed against the wall.

  “Would you like to… do things with her, darling?” Susan heard herself asking her son.

  A mumbled grunt came from Bobby, and she pressed her hips tighter against him.

  “Does looking at Mary make you excited, so you’d love to touch her, run your hands over her flesh, Bobby?”

  Susan shivered, unable to stop this outrageous talk to her son. She stared down, trying to see the lips of Mary’s cunt, and still could only see how the hair parted, nothing else, except those firm, upstanding tits.

  Her hand moved, and she trembled over what she was about to do with her son. She squeezed her hand between his hips and the wall, and felt Bobby press harder, as if to prevent her hand from touching him.

  “It’s all right, darling,” Susan whispered. “Just look at Mary and pretend, think of it as her hand. Think of what you’d like to do with her… how you’d like to touch her, where you’d like to touch her.”

  Her voice came out low, whispery, filled with heavy desire. She felt her son shaking as her hand moved between his body and the wall. Her fingertips contacted the hot hardness of his cock, and with a gurgle of success, Susan closed her fingers around the boy’s prick.

  “Oooo,” she murmured as she squeezed her son’s prick. “Keep looking at Mary, darling. Keep thinking what you’d like to do with her, to her. Isn’t she pretty, Bobby? See how her breasts stand up so sweetly, those hard nipples, pink and sugary? Wouldn’t you like to kiss these nipples, honey? Run your tongue over them, suck them into your mouth?”

  As she whispered seductively to her son, she began to stroke his cock with her fist. She didn’t look at him, but looked down at Mary, just as Bobby was doing. The feel of her son’s cock in her hand was sheer heaven to Susan. She had not felt a cock since her husband had passed on. But that had never stopped the intense desires she always had.

  Bobby seemed to be trying hard to concentrate on the naked beauty of Mary, as if ignoring what his mother’s hand was doing to his cock. Yet Susan could see, from the corners of her eyes, how his eyes blazed with burning pleasure. She felt the throbbing of his cock increase against her palm and she closed her fingers tighter, squeezing enough to make him gasp. She jacked his cock and Bobby, intensely excited, pulled his hips back from the wall far enough so she could stroke and pump his prick easily.

  “She has lovely breasts, doesn’t she, Bobby?” Susan continued whispering in a throaty, seductive voice. “Or perhaps I should call them titties. Isn’t that a nice word, honey titties? I love it. Wouldn’t you love to feel those titties, squeeze them in your hands and make Mary moan with desire? Look at that pussy hair, Bobby. It’s blonde, thick and darker than the hair on her head. Right? Don’t you wish you could see her better? We can almost see her vagina, can’t we? Or should I say her… pussy? Maybe you like the word cunt better than pussy, Bobby? Do you? I do. I love that word, cunt. It makes me shiver when I say it. Say it for me, darling. Say cunt for mother.”

  But Bobby could only gasp and stare at Mary. His cock throbbed and he felt so hot. Susan knew what he felt, could feel it in the way his cock throbbed, in that beautiful, ever so sweet hardness. She squeezed his cock again, and Bobby groaned softly. She saw he was licking his lips, and then she turned back to look at Mary. She pumped her fist back and forth on her son’s cock, no longer wondering what had come over her. With the feel of Bobby’s cock in her hand, Susan knew what she wanted, what she would love to do with her son.

  Before, she would not have admitted it, let alone tried fucking him. But now it was different. Now they were both excited, looking down at the naked Mary, side by side, and she had Bobby’s cock in her hot hand.

  Susan wanted to fuck — to fuck her son.

  Mary was moving down on the patio, twisting her hips about as if she were having an erotic dream. Both Susan and Bobby watched her with wide eyes. Mary’s legs parted and closed, like a pair of scissors, and she seemed to be arching her hips up and down. The magazine was once more covering her face, but Susan didn’t care. She knew what Mary’s face looked like; it was that deliciously sweet body she wanted to look at.

  Mary’s hands were moving up and down her body now, stroking, caressing, touching lightly. Susan and her son watched those hands cup those tits and squeeze into the tit mounds while those thighs continued to open and close.

  Susan pumped a bit faster on her son’s cock, feeling it swell even more in her hand. She knew what would happen soon if she kept on jerking his cock… he would come. And, Susan knew immediately, she wanted to make her son come off, to make him squirt come juice as her fist stroked and pumped his cock.

  “I bet Mary has a hot cunt — don’t you, darling?” she began to whisper again. “I bet her cunt is like liquid heat, and I bet she’d fuck, too. Yes, I said fuck, Bobby. That word is another one I like so very much. Cunt and fuck. Don’t those words make you feel hot and excited? We used to use them all the time, your father and I, when we fucked. And we fucked constantly. Your father was a great fuck, Bobby, and I bet you are, too… Your cock feels almost like your father’s, so hard and long and thick. Look at Mary, baby, look at her tits and her cunt. Wouldn’t you like to stick your cock up her cunt and fuck her? I bet Mary’s cunt would suck on your cock while you fucked her, don’t you? She looks sweet and innocent, but she isn’t. If she was, she wouldn’t be out there naked, knowing people could see her. Wouldn’t you like to
feel her cunt squeezing your prick, darling? Oooo, you’d love that!”

  Bobby’s cock was throbbing so hard and hot in her fist. Susan pumped his prick faster yet, holding it tightly. Her cunt was boiling with need, and she wanted to rub her pussy as she fondled her son’s cock. But she didn’t touch herself, not this time. She continued to talk softly to Bobby, telling him how hot and wet Mary’s cunt would be.

  “That would be better than a fist, honey,” she said as they watched Mary sliding her hands up and down her thighs now. “A fist can do a lot for a hard cock, but a cunt is always best. Look at her! I think she’s going to play with her pussy. Look!”

  Mary did, indeed, run her hand between her thighs, but only once.

  “You should fuck her, darling,” Susan said, feeling his cock burn into her fist. “You should let her know you watch her sunbathe, tell her how hard it makes your prick, that you’d like to stick it up her pussy and fuck her.”

  A grunt came from Bobby, his hips jerking as Susan gripped his cock hard.

  “Are you about to come, Bobby?” Susan asked in a thick, husky voice. “Are you going to come? That’s okay, baby… you just come alt you want. Mother will help you. Look down at Mary and pretend you’re fucking her while mother makes you come. It’s all right, Bobby. We’re just pretending. It’s only make-believe, a fantasy. All boys and girls have those, you know. Just pretend mother’s fist is Mary’s cunt and that you’re fucking her, and come all you want.”

  She felt the jerking of his cock in her fist, then Bobby grunted again. Susan looked down in time to see the thick white come juice spurt from his cock, splashing against the wall beneath the window sill. She gasped as a stab of intense ecstasy burned through her cunt, and she came, too.

  She jacked her son’s cock until he finished coming, then pulled her hand away.

  “You watch her, darling,” she said. “I’ll leave you alone now. It’s okay to pretend.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Susan knew it was not merely pretense. She had deliberately jacked her son off, deliberately talked to him that way. She hoped Bobby would not be ashamed now, embarrassed because of what she had done for him. She didn’t think he would, but she had to watch him and make sure.

  If she could have him fantasize about Mary, then she could jack him off again. And she wanted to jack him off, to feel his cock, to watch that sweet come bubble from his piss hole.

  Bobby was quite a few years younger than Mary, but Susan knew young boys dreamed of women older than themselves quite often. They would see some sexy movie star, and get a nice hard-on over her.

  The thing that amazed her was the excitement she had felt looking at Mary. Being turned on by seeing a naked woman was some thing she had never thought about. Yet she could not deny the desire she had felt looking at the young beauty.

  Susan had nothing to be ashamed of, herself.

  She was a tall woman, a few inches taller than her young son. Her face, oval and quite pretty, with her dark eyes, red hair, and full lips, made many men turn for a second look.

  Her body, still as slim and shapely as a young teenager’s, looked very good in a bikini, shorts, or any kind of dress she chose to wear. She knew her ass looked good in tight jeans, and was pleased with the swelling shape of it. The only difference between her and Mary was one of age, Susan knew. There was at least a ten-year span there, but she looked as good as the youthful Mary any day.

  As she sat on her bed, she wondered if she could keep her son thinking they were pretending. If she could, there were all kinds of possibilities. They could have a lot of fun with each other, Susan thought. If Bobby would fuck her and pretend she was Mary, that would be fine with her. She might not be Mary, but she would be the one getting her son’s lovely cock in her cunt — not the girl.

  Susan wished she could come up with some excuse to call her son to her, bring him to her room and fuck him now.

  She lifted her dress and shoved her hand into her panties, feeling about her cunt. She leaned back on the bed and spread her thighs, rubbing at her sensitive clit, her eyes closed as she fantasized about her son. She was breathing heavily, her face flushed with pleasure as she worked a finger into her cunt. The panties stretched around her hand as she fingerfucked herself this way, head back and eyes closed.

  In the door stood Bobby, watching his mother.

  His eyes were huge and his cock was again straining, only inside his pants now. He could see the full length of his mother’s thighs, the soft, creamy inner surfaces as she held them wide apart. He gazed at her hand inside her panties, seeing it move, understanding what she was doing.

  Susan brought herself to orgasm, and by the time she pulled her hand out of her panties, her son was gone, and she did not know he had watched her. But even if she had, it would have pleased her. She was wanting him to be with her, to touch her, feel her up and play with her body, finally shoving his cock up her cunt and fucking her.

  And all because they had watched the naked Mary together while she jacked him off. All because of a naked girl.

  Mary sunbathed almost every day, Susan knew. And she intended to watch from now on with her son, and she would jack his cock off every time they spied on Mary.

  Until he was ready to fuck his mother.

  The next day, Susan could hardly wait to find Mary on the patio again, and neither could her son. She saw him peeking from his window constantly, never far from it. Mary usually was out there by noon, and Susan wondered why the girl was not working like most of those in the apartment complex. She, herself, had no need to work. Insurance took good care of her and Bobby.

  Bobby saw Mary first.

  The girl had come out onto her patio with a towel wrapped about her, spreading a colorful blanket on the cement with a pillow. Susan noticed Mary because of the way her son was pressing the front of his pants against the wall as she walked past his room.

  “She’s there again, is she?”

  Stepping beside her son, she looked down. Mary lay there with her legs spread wide, and Susan was determined to see her cunt today, and to let her son see that sugary pussy, too. She left her son and went to her room, returning with a pair of high-powered field glasses.

  “Here, darling,” Susan said, giving them to her son. “Look at her with these.”

  Bobby took the glasses eagerly, and Susan saw he did not have his cock out at the moment. She ran her hand down there and felt his cockbulge, finding it swelling quickly.

  She began whispering to him as before.

  “Look at her, darling, and mother will jack you off again. Use the glasses and you can see her cunt clearly. Look at her hairy cunt and mother will jack you off. Pretend mother’s fist is her pussy, her cunt, and that you’re fucking her. And you can come again all over the wall, like yesterday.”

  She opened her son’s pants and pulled his prick free as Bobby used the glasses. Gripping his cock, she began stroking it, thrilled again to find his prick throbbing hotly in her hand.

  She took the binoculars from him and looked down at Mary. Mary had her legs wide apart, and the focus of the glasses brought her hairy cunt almost into Susan’s face. She saw the puffiness of the cuntlips, the tip of Mary’s clit peeking from those moist folds.

  “Mmmmm, now you can see her cunt so much better,” she murmured, handing the glasses back to him. “You look at her and pretend mother’s fist is her cunt, darling.”

  She pumped her son’s cock as he peered through the field glasses. Today, Bobby did not try to press his cock against the wall, but held his hips back so his mother could jack his cock.

  It seemed that Susan could see Mary more clearly today than before. She didn’t need the glasses at all. Finally, neither did Bobby.

  Mother and son peered out the window at the unsuspecting girl. Susan clung to her son’s cock, excited to look at that naked body and stroke Bobby’s prick. Her own cunt was bubbling as before, hotter now that she had hold of Bobby’s cock. Her clit had become intensely inflamed, throbbing and
burning inside her panties. Her tits felt swollen, her nipples sensitive. She squeezed and flexed her fingers about her son’s cock, listening to his gasping.

  Today, Mary did something different.

  Susan and Bobby watched her pull the pillow underneath her slim body as she rolled onto her stomach. The pillow was at her crotch, and Mary straddled it with those exquisitely long thighs. When they saw her ass move, wiggling and bunching, Susan understood immediately.

  “She’s fucking her pillow, Bobby,” she whispered and stroked his cock. “She’s pretending, like you, that her pillow is a man, and she’s on top of him, his cock inside her cunt, and she’s fucking him. Maybe Mary is pretending it’s you, baby. Think of your cock inside her hot wet pussy, fucking her. Think of mother’s fist as Mary’s sweet slippery pussy.”

  Standing at his side, feeling his small body tremble against her hip, Susan pumped tightly at her son’s cock, whispering softly to him. She felt Bobby’s cock throb against her palm, and her ass began to sway. Susan squeezed her thighs against her cunt and mewled softly with pleasure.

  Susan began to run her hand about her son’s body now, feeling more than just his cock. She cupped his balls inside his pants and squeezed them, bringing a gasp of hot delight from her son. Scooting her hand behind him, she caressed the cheeks of his ass, wishing she could feel his bare flesh without those tight jeans. She cupped one ass cheek, then the other, trailed her finger up and down the crack of his ass, then back in front to close her fingers about his cock once more.

  Below, they could see Mary twisting her hips, grinding her cunt into the pillow. Susan wished they could hear her soft sighs of pleasure, but they were three floors up and sounds that soft did not reach them.

  “See Mary’s ass, darling,” Susan whispered, her voice thicker. “See how she wiggles her cute tight ass, Bobby. She’s pretending she has a cock up her cunt. Maybe she’s fantasizing her pillow is you… and she has your cock deep inside her hot, wet pussy, fucking it. All you have to do is lie there and enjoy it, Bobby. Mary is doing all the work for you. She’s fucking you while you just lie still.”