Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  She enjoyed the way Candy was pulling at her nipples and tits. And she enjoyed the way Candy wiggled her cunt against her face and mouth.

  “Cuntlicker!” Candy wailed. “Fucking hotassed cuntsucker! Hot fuck shit piss whore! Eat my cunt, you fucking bitch! Eat my pussy, you cunt! Cunt… cunt! You’re a cunt, Barbara, and I’m gonna call you cunt face from now on because that’s where you always have it… in my cunt!”

  The words began to come through to Barbara. She paused, wanting to say something, but Candy squirmed her cunt down tight against her mouth.

  “Eat my cunt, you fucking bitch!” she screamed, her fingers clawing at Barbara’s tits. “You cuntface son-fucker… suck my pussy! Shit piss whore, suck me!”

  Barbara dropped her hands from Candy’s hips and placed them on the rounded, spreading cheeks of Candy’s ass. She gave a shove, and Candy sprawled to one side.

  “What are you doing, bitch!” Candy snarled. “You’re supposed to eat my cunt!”

  Barbara lifted up on one elbow, looking at Candy’s face, no longer seeing the exquisite beauty but sheer cruelty.

  “What are you saying, Candy?”

  “Goddamn you cuntface,” Candy said, trying to swing her leg over Barbara’s head. “Stick your fucking cuntface back into my pussy and suck it! You’re nothing but a cunt face whore that sucks pussy and fucks her son! Eat me, you bitch cuntface!”

  Barbara sat up, staring with puzzled eyes at Candy. She shook her head. “No, I think that’s enough.”

  Candy grabbed Barbara by her tits, her fingers digging painfully into the tender flesh. “You’re gonna suck my cunt, damn you! You got me all hot and now you’re gonna tongue fuck me until I come! Get your cuntface where it belongs… between my legs, whore!”

  Barbara worked Candy’s curled fingers free of her tits, scooted to the head of the bed and stared at Candy.

  “I think you better go, Candy,” she said.

  “Fuck you, cuntface!”

  Barbara could hardly recognize Candy. She was no longer the sweet, innocent girl of before. Somehow, Candy had changed into a growling, evil, nasty beast… a snarling, sadistic girl.

  Lust glowed in Candy’s eyes, but there was something else, too. It was perverted, whatever it was. It was not pure passion, the love to fuck and suck, but a burning desire to hurt and destroy.

  Why would she want to destroy me? Barbara wondered. I’ve done nothing to her. My son hasn’t hurt her in any way. Why has she turned on me?

  As quickly as she had done before, Candy changed again. Her face softened, her eyes melting. She lifted her knees, spreading them wide and arching her hips forward. With a becoming smile on her face, Candy framed her cunt with both hands, caressing slowly the lips of her cunt.

  “You like me, Barbara,” Candy whispered softly. “You love my cunt, don’t you? Kiss my pretty cunt, Barbara. You know I didn’t mean it. I was mad, that’s all. Come on, Barbara, eat me, please.”

  Barbara was unable to take her eyes from that cunt. She was tempted to put her mouth back onto that pussy, but she fought the impulse. Candy was a troubled girl. There was something wrong.

  Candy was working a finger slowly in and out of her cunt, and the glistening moisture on it called out for Barbara, but Barbara didn’t move.

  “Oh, kiss my pretty cunt, Barbara,” Candy whined softly. “You like my pussy, Barbara. You love to taste my cunt. Please, suck my cunt, Barbara.”

  As if she were mesmerized, Barbara cringed as the girl began to move toward her. She could not take her eyes away from the coppery-haired cunt, watching those sweet pussy lips cling to the girl’s darting finger.

  Candy moved slowly on her knees toward Barbara, very slowly, her hips swaying. Her tight little tits rose and fell as the girl breathed.

  Candy was close now.

  Barbara did not resist when Candy caught her wrist and brought her hand between her slim thighs, placing her palm against the heat of her moist cunt. Barbara felt the wetness in her hand, the puffiness of those cunt lips. Candy moved her wrist, making Barbara’s palm slide back and forth on her bubbling pussy.

  “Is my cunt hot and wet, Barbara?” Candy whispered in a low, almost hypnotic voice. “Don’t you love my wet, hot, young cunt, Barbara? You like to tongue fuck my tight cunt, don’t you, Barbara? Give my pussy a nice kiss!”

  Barbara jerked her hand away from the girl’s boiling cunt.

  Immediately Candy began to snarl and shout in anger once more.

  “Cuntface whore!” she screamed. “You’re gonna suck my fucking cunt whether you want to or not! Shove your cuntface mouth up my pussy, whore!”

  Candy tried to grab Barbara’s head and lower it, but Barbara freed herself. She held Candy’s arms, seeing the crazy anger in the flashing eyes.

  “You will go, Candy,” Barbara said firmly. “I want you out of my house and away from my son, do you hear me? You are no longer welcome here.”

  Candy struggled, spitting and screaming that Barbara was a cuntface, a son-fucker. In the struggle, Barbara found herself straddling the girl, holding her arms above her head. Candy’s eyes blazed up at her. Barbara felt the soft, creamy flesh of the girl’s stomach twisting against her cunt, and the idea came to her then.

  “You’ve never sucked a cunt, have you, Candy?” she asked, her voice harsh with anger now. “You don’t eat pussy, do you? You want it all done to you, don’t you? You selfish little bitch!”

  Barbara scooted her crotch up. She felt one small, firm tit against her inner thigh, then the nipple of Candy’s tit rubbed against her cunt. For a moment Barbara wiggled her wet cunt against Candy’s spongy tit, feeling the pink nipple slip between the wet lips of her cunt. She rubbed against the girl’s tit, with Candy screaming and protesting all the time.

  Barbara scooted her bushy cunt higher, and when Candy realized her intentions, she twisted and squirmed with renewed power.

  “I won’t!” Candy screamed. “I won’t, Barbara! I’m not gonna do it! You can’t make me do it! Don’t you dare put your cunt in my face! I’ll bite it, Barbara!”

  “And I’ll slap the shit out of you if you bite,” Barbara said.

  She pressed her wet, hairy cunt against. Candy’s face, rubbing back and forth. Candy fought and struggled as Barbara twisted and rubbed, smearing the girl’s face with the juices of her hairy pussy. She felt the girl’s nose scrape over her clitoris, and although Candy kept her lips pressed tightly, she could feel the girl’s mouth with her sensitive cunt.

  Finally Candy stopped struggling. She lay limp, not moving at all.

  Barbara kept her hairy cunt moving on the girl’s face, rubbing her cunt against her chin and lips, feeling herself grow hot and tingly. Barbara cupped her tits, squeezing and twisting at her nipples. Her hips moved, pressing and grinding her cunt into Candy’s face as she lay passive, her eyes open and gazing up past the thick curls of Barbara’s cunt.

  Barbara felt an orgasm boiling, and she began to rub and grind faster against Candy’s closed mouth. Yet, as she came, Barbara kept a watchful eye on the girl, no longer trusting her.

  When she finished with her orgasm, Barbara lifted from Candy’s face. Candy’s face glistened wetly as she stood at the side of the bed.

  “You can go now, Candy,” Barbara said, no longer feeling anger, but pity for the girl.

  Barbara watched as Candy dressed, still waiting for another explosion from her. But Candy dressed in silence. Barbara knew there was something wrong with Candy now, and as much as that sweet body appealed to her, she could no longer relent.

  What would Lewis say? she wondered. She would have to tell him about Candy. But what could she tell him?

  Lewis would just have to understand, she felt.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Barbara didn’t know what to say to her son.

  Lewis was totally infatuated with Candy, despite the fucking he was getting from his mother. Pussy alone was not enough to keep a man, Barbara knew. Yet she had no desire or intent of keeping her
son exclusively to herself. She knew he was young, had a lot to live for.

  But she had to open his eyes to Candy. The girl was dangerous, Barbara felt.

  How could she tell him?

  The only way she knew was to be blunt and truthful.

  She was unable to tell him that day.

  When Lewis came home, he was tired and sweaty. After a shower, he went directly to bed and did not wake up even for dinner. Barbara checked on him frequently, standing beside his bed and looking at his face. Her eyes stayed to his cock and balls, and since he was sprawled out there nakedly, they were completely exposed. She loved that cock, those precious balls.

  As she stood looking at him, she saw his cock stir. It began to swell into hardness, and his face told her he was enjoying a very good dream. She hoped it was about her and not Candy.

  His cock came up stiff and hard, pointing toward the ceiling. She could not resist touching it, feeling it. Dropping to her knees at the side of his bed, she closed her fingers lightly around his prick, feeling the throbbing hardness of it, the exciting pulsations.

  She held her son’s cock, gazing at the swollen head, watching the pre-cum seep from his piss hole. Moving her other hand to his balls, she hefted them. They were heavy balls, and Barbara preferred large, heavy balls on a man. Lewis’ balls felt so good in her palm, with his cock throbbing in her other hand.

  She began to stroke him, gliding her fist up and down slowly, enjoying the feel of his cock as he lay sleeping. Although it was unnecessary, she fondled his prick lightly so he would not wake up. He needed this rest, she felt.

  She felt her cunt become warm, then hot. Her clitoris was pulsating, her hair-rimmed cunt lips swelling. She was very wet, and the insides of her creamy thighs were now slippery. She wanted to finger fuck her cunt as she stroked his cock, but that would mean turning loose of his sweet, precious balls.

  Squeezing his cock slowly, she watched the pre-cum bead on his piss hole. The more she squeezed, the larger the head of his cock became, the piss hole flaring. Barbara could not resist licking the fluids away. She ran her tongue tip lightly across his piss hole, tasting the juices. Again she licked, drawing more liquid onto her tongue. When her tongue was slippery with it, she drew it back into her mouth and ran it about her teeth.

  Lewis remained asleep.

  Cradling his balls, she leaned over and kissed them, feeling the few hairs tickle her lips. Sliding her lips up and down the base of his cock, she kept her hand moving, her breathing increasing. She wanted to take his cock into her mouth, to feel that delicious hardness between her lips.

  Slithering her tongue out, she ran it up and down her son’s cock, feeling the heat of it. She brushed his balls against her cheek, moaning softly with delight.

  Her tongue swirled over that smooth, swollen head of her son’s prick. The flesh of his cock was like satin on her tongue, and she pursed her lips and kissed the very tip of his cock, then brushed them back and forth on his wet piss hole.

  With a sob of delight, Barbara closed her lips on the head of his cock, holding it just behind the ridge.

  The heat of his prick filled her mouth. She scraped her tongue very lightly across the dripping piss hole once more.

  I’ll help him with his dream, she thought. I’ll suck his cock and hope he’s dreaming about me, my cunt, my tits, my ass… and not Candy’s.

  Barbara slipped her lips downward, moaning softly as she stuffed her mouth with his cock. The more she took, the harder and thicker it felt. When her lips pressed into the wiry hairs at the base, she held him for a long time. The head of his cock had slipped into her throat, and she worked the muscles there, writhing her lips.

  She held his balls against her cheek for a moment or so, then sucked upwards. She wanted to suck fast and hotly, frantically, but she didn’t want to wake him either. She sucked up and down slowly, but with tight, wet lips, her tongue moving in feathery touches.

  Lewis moaned, wiggling his hips. Barbara glanced up at his face, his cock half inside her mouth. She wished he would wake up. She wanted him to grab her head and plunge his cock in and out of her mouth, fuck her mouth as if it were her cunt.

  Lewis remained asleep.

  Barbara gurgled softly as she sucked up and dawn her son’s cock. As much as she enjoyed his cock in her throat, she loved to suck up and down on it too. Sometimes she wanted to just hold that deliciously smooth cock head between her lips and roll her tongue over it. Sometimes she wanted to jack on the throbbing shaft of his prick as she sucked the head.

  As she drew her lips up his prick, she held them as tight as she could, creating a hot, wet suction as her tongue dragged over it. She was thrilled to feel his swollen cock against the roof of her mouth, with her tongue pressing against it. She continued to hold his balls, very gently twisting them.

  When she felt the throbs of his cock increase, she also felt her son’s hand on the back of her head. She glanced up at him and saw he was grinning at her. Barbara flashed her eyes at him, then started sucking hungrily now.

  She raced her mouth up and down his cock, her tongue lapping. She twisted at his balls, her eyes still glowing hotly up at his smiling face. Her hair swirled around his hips as she mewled in happiness.

  Her son’s cock bubbled with pre-cum.

  Then the spewing of his thick, sweet come juice flooded her wet, hungry mouth. Barbara wailed softly around his cock as he came into it. Her lips jerked up until she held only the swollen head between them, sucking at his piss hole as her tongue licked in a frenzy. Her slim throat worked as she swallowed. She continued to lick at his piss hole even when he had stopped gushing, then she finally slipped her lips off it. She kissed his cock, flicked the tip of her tongue against his balls, then sat back on her heels at the side of his bed.

  “Thank you, Mother,” he said sleepily.

  “You’re welcome, darling,” she replied.

  Lewis tuned his back toward her, going back to sleep. Barbara sat there for a while, looking at his young, muscular ass. She cupped one of his asscheeks and gave him a gentle squeeze, then stood up. Her cunt was still burning hotly and she wanted desperately to come.

  She walked from his room and waited for Lewis to wake up, wanting his cock up her cunt almost desperately.

  But he slept and slept.

  Finally it was time for her to go to bed, too.

  She slipped beneath the cool sheets and tried to find a comfortable position. Barbara rubbed and petted and probed her pussy, bringing herself to orgasm before she could sleep.

  The following morning, Barbara woke up late.

  And Lewis was gone.

  She bathed and dressed, pulling on a thin blouse and a checkered skirt. She found coffee already made, and she sat drinking it alone at the kitchen table. She still had to talk to Lewis about Candy, and she had not yet come up with some argument that he would understand.

  Later, she left the house and walked, thinking. She was so deep in thought that she was not aware of where she was going. She was not even aware of anyone around her.

  She heard the whimpers before she saw them.

  There, in a car parked at the curb, was Candy. And Candy was not with Lewis. Although it was late afternoon, with the hot sun shining, Candy was straddling a boy in the front seat of the car, her ass bouncing up and dawn.

  Although she could not see Candy’s face, Barbara recognized that long, coppery hair. The boy had his eyes closed with ecstasy, and Barbara managed to stand there watching without being detected. The boy she knew.

  George Adams was a good friend of her son’s, a boy who had been in their home often.

  She leaned and peered inside the car. George had his pants on, and his cock was out of his fly. Candy’s dress covered them, but there was no doubt that she was fucking him eagerly.

  Barbara noticed that George was not even holding Candy’s ass, his hands were at his hips.

  She’s fucking the piss out of him, Barbara thought. All he has to do is sit there and let her cun
t fuck his hard cock. And Candy’s cunt was certainly doing that. The squeals of the girl came to Barbara, as did George’s grunts.

  Wanting to stand and watch, Barbara knew she could not. She didn’t want Candy to see her. Here was more evidence to present to her son.

  Barbara knew Lewis thought he was the only one fucking Candy, that she was his exclusive girlfriend.

  No, she did not blame George.

  When she arrived home, she found her son was there.

  After closing the door, she went quickly to him and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him hotly as she pressed her lips against his. Lewis, surprised but delighted with such a hot greeting, grabbed his mother’s ass and pressed his crotch against hers tightly.

  Barbara moaned and wiggled against him.

  “Mmmm, you taste good,” she whispered, leaning back but keeping her crotch tight against his. She writhed her ass into his hands. “And what have we down there? Think I feel a hard-on, Lewis.”

  “That is a hard-on, Mother,” he grinned. “I’ve been sitting here waiting for you to come home.”

  “Where’ve you been?” she asked, grinding against his hard cock.

  “I was supposed to meet Candy, but she didn’t show [missing text].”

  Barbara envisioned Candy grinding and bouncing her ass up and down on George’s cock. But now was not the time to talk to Lewis. With his cock so hard, it was time to fuck him, then talk later.

  She scooted a hand between them, gripping his cock through his pants and squeezing it. When Lewis lifted her skirt in back, he found himself cupping a naked asscheek.

  He looked at his mother, his eyes shining. “Since when did you stop wearing panties, Mother?”

  “Since I thought it would surprise you.” She giggled, twisting her ass into his hands. “Like it this way?”