Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Ricky slumped into the corner, his eyes gleaming as he watched his mother sucking his sister’s asshole.

  “That’s naughty,” he giggled.

  Peggy pulled her mouth out of her daughter’s ass. “That’s what makes it so much fun, didn’t you know that, baby?”

  Carolyn, breathing hard, turned and sat on the seat, legs spread wide, her small titties rising and falling. She grinned wickedly. “I bet you tasted shit on his cock, Mother.”

  “I did,” Peggy confessed, “but I don’t care. I wanted to suck his cock!”

  CHAPTER TEN

  Peggy pulled the car into the driveway.

  Cutting off the engine, she looked around at the quiet neighborhood.

  Street lamps were on, but they were not close together. If they hurried, they could run to the house without anyone seeing them. The idea of streaking with their naked asses flashing appealed to Peggy.

  “Want to try it?” she asked, looking into the back seat.

  “I’m game, Mother,” Carolyn giggled. “There’s a cute guy down the street. If he saw my ass, maybe he would want a piece of it!”

  Peggy was delighted. She had picked her son and daughter up from their summer visit with their father, and both had been virgin. Now, in a single day, they weren’t only no longer virgins, but had sampled a wide variety of sex with each other and her. It was the newness, of course, and Peggy knew some of it would wear off. Yet, she didn’t want it to. She wanted her son and daughter to keep an interest in her body and each other. The way to do that, she decided, was to make sure they kept an interest. She had so many delicious ideas to do that. But to have her daughter fuck some little guy down the street… she wasn’t sure about that.

  Yet, it could be exciting, she thought. Perhaps she, too, could have another young cock. The thought of fucking her son with another boy sent a tremor of pleasure through her. Two cocks, two beautiful, young, hard cocks, fucking into her cunt and asshole at the same time, or in her mouth, sent a throb of anticipation to her cunt.

  She opened her door, sticking her feet out. Again she looked up and down the darkened street.

  “Okay, kids,” she said. “Let’s go.”

  Quickly, the back door was opened, and Peggy remained in the seat, watching her son’s white ass as he raced for the front door. Then she laughed when he tried to open it. The door was locked, of course.

  “Mom!” Ricky hissed, covering his cock and balls with both hands and looking around fearfully.

  Carolyn slowly stepped from the car, and with a teasing wiggle of her tight little ass, strolled slowly to her brother.

  Peggy grinned at her daughter’s brazen sweetness. Perhaps Carolyn had meant it about the guy down the street, she thought. She remained in the car and looked at her son and daughter on the step in front of the door, Ricky, still trying to cover his cock and balls, looking up and down the dark street, and his sister standing there and wiggling her ass for all to see, if indeed there was anyone watching. She fished into her purse and found the house keys. Standing outside the car, she closed the door, and just as slowly as her daughter, walked to the door.

  “Hurry, Mom,” Ricky urged.

  “But, darling,” Peggy teased. “If you have it, flaunt it!”

  Carolyn giggled, shoving her brother’s hand away from his cock and balls. Quickly, she squatted in front of him, and took his cock into her mouth, clutching his ass to prevent him from jerking away.

  “Carolyn!” Ricky gasped, trying to push the blonde head of his sister away.

  “Mmmm, looks delicious,” Peggy whispered. “Let me have a taste, baby.”

  She leaned down and when her daughter moved her mouth off Ricky’s cock, Peggy sucked it a moment.

  “There,” Peggy said, patting her son’s cock. “Now I’ll open the door.”

  As soon as the door was open, Ricky darted past them and into the house. Peggy and Carolyn followed him, giggling and grabbing at each other’s naked ass and titties.

  “You two are crazy,” Ricky said.

  “I know,” his mother laughed. “Isn’t it fun?”

  Carolyn closed the door as Peggy turned on the lights. The house had a musty smell from being closed up for a couple of days. Peggy flicked on the air-conditioner, and shivered slightly as the cool air came through the room.

  “We’ll have this place smelling right in no time,” she said.

  “Like wet cunt!” Ricky said, shaking his cock at them. Now that they were inside, he was bold again.

  “Mmm, that would be nice,” Peggy said, watching him shake his cock. “Wet cunt and hard cock is the best scent in the world, don’t you think?”

  “I sure do, Mother,” Carolyn said. Then she frowned. “Mother, do we have to visit with Dad next summer? Can’t we stay home with you?”

  “That’s entirely up to you and Ricky, darling,” Peggy replied. “I’d love to keep you both with me, but the decision is yours.”

  “Why are you shaking your cock, Ricky?” Carolyn asked, her eyes brightening. “Haven’t you had enough pussy for a while?”

  “I gotta piss,” he said.

  Peggy’s eyes took on a bright gleam as she stared at her son’s cock. She ran her tongue over her lips, one hand down her body and through the thick softness of her pussyhair.

  “I have an idea,” she said softly.

  “You always have an idea, Mother,” Carolyn giggled. “And I like your ideas. What is it this time? Ricky has already fucked us in every place he could stick his cock.”

  “Oh, but there’s so much more we can do with cunt and cock, and assholes,” Peggy said, her voice breathless.

  “Well, somebody better make up their minds,” Ricky said, “because I gotta piss real bad.”

  Peggy took her son’s hand, then her daughter’s. “Come with me and I’ll show you.”

  She lead them down the hall to her room, with its adjoining bath. The bath was big, almost like a small bedroom. It had a sunken bath and a separate shower stall, with two sinks and a toilet.

  “Let’s get in the tub,” Peggy suggested, stepping over the sunken rim and to the center of the tub. “You can piss in my bathtub, darling. You can piss in it because I want to see you piss, and I’m sure your sister would like that, too.”

  “Like it, Mother?” Carolyn giggled, climbing in beside her. “I’d love it, but I don’t wanna just watch.”

  “Oh?” Peggy arched her eyebrow at her daughter, a grin spreading on her face. “What did you want to do besides watch?”

  “Taste it!”

  Ricky climbed into the tub. Although it was a big tub, the three of them were close. Carolyn squatted at her brother’s side, and Peggy fondled his cock a moment, then she, too, squatted at his other side.

  “I think I can piss, too,” Peggy said softly.

  “Oooooh, let’s all take a hot piss!” Carolyn gurgled, squeezing her brother’s naked ass.

  Peggy looked up at her son. “Ricky, no matter what your sister and I do, don’t stop pissing, okay? Keep pissing hard and hot.”

  He nodded his head, grinning down at them. The contrast between his mother’s larger titties and his sister’s smaller ones excited him. He could see the hair of his mother’s cunt — Peggy was squatting with her knees wide apart, shoulders back.

  “I can’t see your cunts!” Ricky complained.

  “Don’t worry about that,” his mother said. “We’ll show them to you after you finish pissing.”

  She placed a thumb and forefinger at the base of her son’s cock, lifting it up.

  She ran her tongue over the head, then offered it to her daughter, who licked it just as eagerly.

  “I’m gonna start,” Ricky said.

  Both mother and daughter made soft purring sounds as the hot, golden piss streamed out of Ricky’s cock. As if timed with a mental tune, Peggy and Carolyn both began to lick at the shaft of Ricky’s cock. He kept pissing as he looked down at their tongues working toward the head of his prick. Peggy and her daug
hter gazed into each other’s eyes, and their tongues slipped into the stream of Ricky’s hot piss together. They moaned as they tasted his piss, and Peggy shoved her hand underneath her daughter’s squatting ass, rubbing the hairless slit of her cunt. Carolyn shoved her hand to her mother’s hairy cunt, and they rubbed at each other as their tongues lapped into Ricky’s piss.

  Peggy spread her lips wide, and as her daughter moved back, she let the hot stream of her son’s piss splash into her mouth. Her eyes looked up at his excited face, and moved her mouth up the stream to the head of his cock. When she closed her lips about his pisshole, Ricky gasped and stopped pissing. But just as quickly, he sent a hot gush of piss into his mother’s mouth. Peggy moaned and her eyes turned glassy. Reluctantly she pulled her mouth away, and Carolyn followed the hot, golden stream up his piss the way her mother had. She closed her hot lips about her brother’s pisshole, and swallowed with pleasure.

  They took turns, then pushed their faces into the stream. Within moments, mother and daughter were drenched in the face with his piss. It ran down their faces and soaked over their titties, then on down to their stomachs. With a whimper, Carolyn stuffed two fingers up her mother’s cunt, and began to stab them in and out.

  Peggy did the same to her daughter, and they squatted there, wiggling and mewling, while Ricky now sprayed his piss back and forth, from his mother’s face to his sister’s.

  “Take it in your mouth again, Mom!” Ricky whispered.

  Quickly, Peggy grabbed the head of her son’s cock, and swallowed the squirt of piss. Ricky pulled his cock from her mouth and offered it to his sister, who eagerly closed her mouth about it. He sprayed her throat with piss, and then it was over.

  “Ooooh, I wanted more!” Carolyn cried hotly. “I wanted a lot more!”

  “You’ll get all you want, honey,” Peggy said in a husky voice. “Now, Ricky, lie down in the tub.”

  “What are you gonna do?” he asked.

  “Your sister and I have to piss, too,” Peggy grinned wantonly. “We want to piss on you!”

  Ricky’s young body shivered as he stretched out in the tub. He looked up as his mother and sister straddled him. His eyes went from his sister’s sweet, sugary-looking cunt, with a few blonde hairs on it, to his mother’s pussy, surrounded by thick, dark hair. He watched them cup each other’s titties, and begin kissing. Then the hot stream of golden piss gushed from each of them, splashing upon his body.

  Ricky grabbed his cock as the hot piss rained upon him, from his mother’s cunt and his sister’s cunt.

  He began to jack his cock swiftly, eyes hot as he looked up between their legs.

  Peggy slid her hands down to her daughter’s little ass, pulling her closer to her body. Carolyn squealed in delight and cupped her mother’s ass, and Ricky stared up at their pissing cunts, watching them touching.

  “Oooh, piss on me!” he shouted hotly. “Piss on me with those hot cunts! Piss on me… piss on me!”

  “We are, darling!” Peggy gurgled, feeling her daughter’s piss, and her own, running down her spread thighs to her son’s body. “Jack that cock, Ricky and we’ll piss on you! But don’t come — Carolyn and I want that fuckjuice!”

  With a grunt, Ricky suddenly came, spraying his stomach and chest with comejuice.

  “Ohhhh, you came!” his mother groaned.

  Immediately, she and her daughter stopped pissing, and both squatted down, one at his head, the other at his legs, and they began to lick at his body, tasting comejuice and piss…

  THE END

  PR-3298 A FLASH OF MOM’S FLESH

  FOREWORD

  The majority of today’s men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill — going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through a violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.

  The fiction characters in A FLASH OF MOM’S FLESH are desperate people, like their real-life counter-parts. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, they seize the first opportunity for release. In their need, they cast aside morals and scruples, determined to live only far the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.

  A FLASH OF MOM’S FLESH is a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us — and the extremes to which it may drive us.

  The Publisher

  CHAPTER ONE

  After getting the money from the instant teller machine, Sarah felt an irresistible impulse to lift her dress.

  It was night, but the front of the bank was well lit, and the parking area of the shopping center was filled with cars. She looked around, a flush on her face, a flush of embarrassment and excitement.

  Why she had this sudden urge to lift her dress and expose herself, she didn’t know. She had never wanted to do that before. Her hands shook as she stuffed her money into her purse. She stood a moment, facing the machine, eyes closed as she breathed deeply. Her hands trembled on her hips and thighs, and her fingers began to inch her dress upward. She was afraid to turn around, afraid she would be face to face with someone watching her. Yet she continued to lift her skirt, slowly. When it was an inch or two above her knees, she felt a burning wetness inside her panties. The lips of her cunt seemed very swollen suddenly, and her clit had become very hard and sensitive.

  Without turning from the instant teller machine, Sarah inched her dress higher. She was hardly breathing, not understanding why she couldn’t resist doing this wicked thing. Her dress was halfway to her hips now, and she was still raising it, slowly. The cheeks of her ass bunched as a fiery quiver swept through her cunt. The sensations were very much like an orgasm, only she didn’t come.

  “Oh, God!” she whimpered softly, feeling the cool night air on the backs of her thigh, then her pantied ass. She stood holding her skirt about her waist, her skimpy panties displayed. She took in a deep breath, a shudder of wild, strange excitement coursing through her.

  She turned.

  Her dress was high in front and back, the frilly panties exposed, her cunt making a mouthwatering bulge in the tight crotch.

  That was when she saw Jimmy, her son in the car, with Keith his cousin, at his side.

  And they were staring at her, eyes wide and mouths open.

  The flush on Sarah’s face deepened, and she felt as if she wanted to cry with embarrassment, yet she held her dress around her hips, and started walking toward the car. Still holding her dress with one hand, she opened the door and slid under the wheel, with her son and nephew staring through the other window at her. She sat with her dress around her waist, her long, sleek thighs gleaming in the harsh light, her hands gripping the steering wheel as she stared straight ahead, her face on fire with embarrassment.

  “Get in!” she hissed through clenched teeth.

  The two boys climbed in, with Jimmy sitting in the front, his cousin taking the back seat. Sarah knew her son was fighting to keep from looking at her legs, the crotch of her exposed panties, and she knew, too, that he couldn’t stop looking. She didn’t blame her son, or her nephew. Any woman that would lift her skirt in public like this deserved to be looked at, wanted to be looked at. Otherwise why had she pulled her dress up that way?

  Sarah didn’t know why she had, only that she had done so and felt she had to do it, a compulsion she had been unable to resist.

  She drove jerkily to Keith’s home, about a block from her own, and let him out. But Keith paused at the driver’s window, looking in at her boldly, a grin on his face. Then he turned and walked up the walkway to his house.

  Sarah drove off slowly and gripping the steering wheel, her son gazing at her creamy legs and frilly panties. She parked in the driveway, and sat there in the car as her son got out, using his key to open the door. He flicked on the outside light, standing there looking at her, waiting.

  “Oh God!” Sarah sobbed, leaning her head on the steering wheel f
or a moment. Her cunt was bubbling with wet heat, soaking into the crotch of her bikini panties. She felt as if she was about to come any second, yet her pussy seemed to lose the feeling just as it seemed about to explode.

  She opened the car door and shoved one foot out. She kept her eyes averted from her son’s gazing face, knowing he was staring up her long legs, right at her crotch. A shudder went through her as she finally stepped out of the car, slamming the door. She was halfway to her son when she realized she was still holding her dress up. With sob, she ran past her son and into the house, through the living room and down the hall. Her son watched, seeing her pantied ass sway in arousing motion, his cock pushing out against his pants with burning hardness.

  Sarah closed her bedroom door and flung herself across her bed, burying her face into her arms, wondering what had made her do such a wicked thing. She had heard stories of people having such urges. But she didn’t believe in any of that stuff. What was stranger yet, Sarah had never been a woman with a big sexual appetite. She had never really enjoyed fucking, fucking only when her ex-husband demanded it. She had not gotten much enjoyment from it.

  And now…

  She pushed her cunt hard into the mattress, feeling a responding pressure on her cunt. She wiggled and pushed, her cunt tingling with strange pleasure. She had seldom enjoyed an orgasm, and then they had been very weak. They had been just enough to make her know that somehow an orgasm could be very strong… under the right circumstances. She had played with her cunt before, trying hard to experience the wild explosion she had heard about, but failed every time.

  Grinding into her mattress, she felt the sensation fading, and rolled onto her back, one arm over her wet eyes. Her other hand moved down her flat, stomach to her panties. She felt the wetness of her panties, and touched her clit through them, but there was no response. She dragged her fingertip up and down the slit of her cunt outside the panties, and still there was nothing. Sliding her hand into her panties and through the silky hair of her pussy, she agitated her clit trying to bring back that delicious sensation, but couldn’t.