Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  “Yeah,” Toby agreed. “Did you see those shorts Mom had on? They sure were tight.”

  “Got you hard, didn’t it?” Ginger laughed. “You know it!” Toby grinned. “I’m glad you came here tonight, Ginger. I was about to take a chance and come to your room.”

  Lisa turned from the door and walked silently back to her bedroom. If her husband had found Ginger and Toby fucking, she was sure she was the last person he would call for help. But from what Ginger had said, that seemed to be the truth. And what else had Ginger meant?

  Lisa removed her robe and climbed beneath the sheets. Her husband could not have gotten involved with the children, not that puritan who only fucked in one position — on top of her. Not the man who had refused to let her suck his cock, or lick her cunt. Not the man who had felt it was only his duty to fuck her.

  The idea was just too ridiculous to consider. Instead she thought of the boy on the bus, Tod.

  She licked her lips as if still feeling his young cock between them. She slowly began caressing her body, fondling her tits, her flat stomach, the thick hair that covered her cunt. She parted her legs, rubbing her hand up and down her wet, hot cunt. In her mind she was sucking on Tod’s delicious cock again, the movements of the bus making it more erotic, the sleeping passengers never knowing she was giving the young boy a blowjob.

  Toby’s cock, stiff and throbbing, floated into her mind, and she wondered what her son’s cock would taste like, feel like, between her lips or even fucking her.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The following day Lisa took her son and daughter to lunch at a sandwich shop.

  All morning long she had dwelled on what she had seen, what she had heard. None of it made sense to her, except that her son was fucking her daughter. She wondered if they had inherited her erotic personality.

  Toby was in his old faded jeans and a clean t-shirt, his usual uniform. Ginger dressed in a fresh, summer frock, a pale yellow in color. Her copper-colored hair was drawn back into a pony tail. Although pony tails were no longer in fashion, Ginger liked her hair that way. It made her look a good two to three years younger than she was.

  Lisa wore a skirt and blouse and sandals, her legs bare. Her rich auburn hair was long, hanging to her shoulders, and she was without makeup.

  The table they sat at was round and quite small and Lisa’s knees touched those of her son. They ate sandwiches and drank soft drinks. Both Ginger and Toby chattered happily and Lisa watched them closely, listening to every word. But they said nothing that would help her understand what she had heard last night.

  Since she had returned home, Lisa had been careful around her children, always wearing panties and bras and sitting carefully so she wouldn’t expose anything. She hated to wear panties, unless they were of the erotic type, and she hated bras even more. She loved to feel her firm tits swing freely, her nipples brushing the material of her clothing.

  Today, she was naked beneath the skirt and blouse. She couldn’t stand the panties and bra any longer. While they ate, she remained silent, her eyes watching her children. In her mind she kept seeing her son’s cock standing out so hard and her daughter’s pink, candy-sweet cunt eagerly taking it.

  Finally she spoke. “I hope your father had kind words for me while I was gone,” she said softly. “I mean, he didn’t hate me, did he?”

  Both Ginger and Toby glanced at her, then each other.

  “He didn’t hate you, Mother,” Ginger said. “Daddy loved you.”

  “He told us that many times, Mom,” Toby put in. “In fact, he really missed you, especially just before the accident.”

  “Did he say anything about why I left?” she asked.

  Again she saw the glance pass between them. Ginger started to shake her head, but Toby stopped her.

  “He… he said a few things, Mom.”

  “Care to tell me what?” Lisa prompted.

  For a minute she thought Toby would answer her, then he looked down at the table, saying nothing.

  Ginger looked at her mother with huge eyes, the green darker than usual. Toby, however, kept his eyes down. Deciding it was best to drop it for the time, Lisa cleaned up the table, taking the litter to the barrels provided.

  “Ready to go?”

  They got up and immediately Ginger and Toby began to hold hands. Lisa followed them from the sandwich shop. They were not far from their house and the walk felt good. Lisa remained behind her son and daughter, watching the sway of her daughter’s ass and the bunching of her son’s ass. A tingling heat began to spread out ward from her cunt.

  Inside the house, Lisa flopped onto the couch. Her skirt swirled up about her knees and she didn’t bother covering them. Drawing one leg beneath her, she sat on her foot. A few inches of her creamy thighs were exposed and they drew her son’s eyes. She watched him as he stared at her flesh. His cock, confined in the tight jeans, seemed to lurch. Deliberately, Lisa inched her skirt higher. She heard her son gasp and he quickly turned his eyes away from her thigh.

  Ginger had slumped into the arm chair, scooting her hips forward. Her short skirt went higher, her knees parted. It could be she was careless, like so many girls her age, but Lisa didn’t think so. She thought her daughter was doing it on purpose.

  “Why was your father going to call me?” Lisa asked.

  She saw her son jerk, his eyes straying over her thigh again. He sat down on the coffee table, seeming nervous.

  “He wanted you to come home, Mother,” Ginger said.

  “He didn’t seem to care when I left,” Lisa reminded her daughter. “Why would he change his mind?”

  “Because…” Ginger looked at her brother. “You tell her, Toby.”

  Toby swallowed. “He might not have told the truth, Mom.”

  “About me?” Lisa prompted.

  Toby nodded.

  “Mother, he said you couldn’t keep your hands off men,” Ginger said.

  Lisa flushed. “That isn’t exactly true.”

  “We know that,” Toby replied. “What he said was, if he had listened to you, paid more attention to what you wanted, you wouldn’t have left us.”

  Lisa nodded. “That’s true.”

  “He said you were sexy, Mother,” Ginger giggled.

  “Oh, he did, did he?” Lisa smiled. “He certainly never told me that. In fact, he thought I was too much… for him.”

  “We know, Mom,” Toby said, his eyes sneaking a peak at his mother’s thigh. “He finally told us everything.”

  “Everything?” Lisa arched an eyebrow.

  Ginger nodded, giggling. “He… he said you wanted to do, you know.”

  “What kind of funny things?”

  “With him,” Toby said, now openly looking at his mother’s thigh. “You know, sexy things, Mom.”

  Lisa nodded her head. “I did,” she admitted. “He wouldn’t have anything to do with it. Did he tell you that?”

  “Yes,” her daughter replied.

  “He said he wished he had, Mom,” Toby said.

  Lisa inched her skirt a bit higher, watching his eyes open wider. She glanced at the front of his jeans and saw his cock was swelling.

  “I don’t believe your father would even talk to you about something like that.”

  “Well, he did,” Ginger said, squirming her small ass. “He even…” Her eyes glanced at her brother. “He said we could do it if we wanted to.”

  “Do what, honey?”

  “You know, with each other,” Ginger giggled again.

  “You mean he said you could… play with each other?” Lisa asked, not believing her husband would do anything like that.

  Toby nodded. “Not just play, Mom, but… well, you know.”

  Lisa looked from her son to her daughter. It was very hard to imagine her husband giving permission for his son and daughter to fuck.

  “He did it to me, too,” Ginger giggled, the sound even more lewd now. “He puts… his thing in me, too.”

  Lisa choked. “Your father fu… your fath
er had sex with you, Ginger?”

  Ginger nodded her head, her green eyes flashing.

  “And I watched,” Toby said.

  This was too much for Lisa. She couldn’t believe her husband would actually fuck Ginger and let Toby watch. Not that man, the man who only fucked in one position.

  “That’s what he wanted to tell you when he called, Mom,” Toby said.

  “He felt so low he wanted to confess, did he?” Lisa said.

  “Oh, no!” Ginger said, jumping up kneeling at her mother’s feet, placing her hands on Lisa’s knee. “He wanted you to come home and be with us. He wanted you to know he was sorry, that he would do all those things you wanted.”

  Was it true? Lisa didn’t know. She wanted to believe it, but she knew the man. She placed her hand on top of her daughter’s, pressing it up her knee. She looked into the green eyes of her daughter, seeing the truth in them. She glanced at her son, and Toby nodded his head. She lowered her eyes, looking unabashedly at his now swollen cock, outlined by his jeans. She licked her lips.

  “Your father told you everything I wanted to do with him?”

  Both Ginger and Toby nodded.

  “And he used the words, Mother,” Ginger said, her voice low and slightly husky.

  “The words?” Lisa whispered. “What words?”

  For a moment Ginger and Toby were silent. Then Ginger asked in a soft, little girl voice, “You won’t be mad if we tell you?”

  Lisa shook her head, her auburn hair glinting in the sunlight coming through the window behind her. “I won’t be mad.”

  Ginger made a swallowing sound, her hands gripping her mother’s knee. “He said you wanted to suck his cock.” The words came out in a whisper, but grew louder. “He said you wanted to make him come in your mouth, that you wanted to fuck in different ways. He said he refused, but that he wished he hadn’t. He was gonna call you the day of the accident and beg you to come home, tell you that he would eat your cunt and let you suck his cock off and he would fuck you…”

  “Your father told you all that?” Lisa asked. “Just like that, those words?”

  Ginger nodded.

  “He really did, Mom,” Toby said. “And he said he wanted to see me fuck you, too.”

  Lisa’s head was swimming. “Your father actually wanted to watch you fuck me, Toby?”

  Lisa had no reason to doubt what she was hearing. Ginger and Toby were truthful, they always had been. But her straitlaced husband saying those things, and to them? He had never even said fuck in front of her!

  “I find this hard to believe,” she whispered. “I’ll show you, Mother!” Ginger jumped to her feet, running from the room.

  Lisa’s eyes followed the bouncing ass of her daughter, the skirt flouncing halfway up her slender thighs. She turned to look at her son when Ginger disappeared down the hall. His cock was beautifully outlined now and she gazed at it without embarrassment.

  “You’re very hard, honey,” she said in a low voice.

  “You have beautiful legs, Mom,” he said in a husky voice.

  Lisa started to say something to him, but Ginger came bouncing into the room. She thrust a picture to her mother. It was taken with an instant camera and it showed her daughter on her hands and knees, naked. Her tight little ass was lifted into the air and her father, also naked, was behind her, the head of his thick cock just inside Ginger’s hairless cunt. Kneeling in front of his sister’s face was Toby, his cock arching toward Ginger’s open mouth.

  “Who took this?” Lisa asked, her voice husky.

  “He used a timer,” Toby said.

  “He was gonna send this to you if you didn’t believe him on the phone, Mother,” Ginger said. “He said you’d believe him if you saw it.”

  “I believe him now,” Lisa replied, examining the picture closely, remembering her husband’s long, thick cock. “If only I had known.”

  “Dad said you’d let me fuck you, Mom,” Toby said, no sign of shame on his face. “He said you’d fuck anyone with a hard cock.”

  “That’s not really true, Toby,” Lisa replied. “I’ve never wanted just any cock.”

  “But you will let me fuck you?”

  Toby’s voice was so anxious, Lisa had to smile at him.

  “Let him do it, Mother,” Ginger said. “Let Toby fuck you, and let me watch him do it.”

  “I don’t believe this,” Lisa said, wonderingly. “I just don’t believe you two.”

  “It’s the truth, Mom!” Toby said.

  “All of it, Mother,” Ginger replied, dropping to her knees again and squeezing her mother’s knee.

  Lisa’s eyes burned upon her son’s throbbing cock. She ran her tongue over her lips. She grasped the hem of her skirt, lifting it slowly. Both Ginger and Toby gasped when their mother exposed her cunt to them.

  “You can fuck me, Toby,” she said in a hoarse voice. “You can fuck me if you want.”

  She drew her foot from beneath her ass, scooting forward on the couch and opening her legs wide. Ginger made a gulping sound as she stared between her mother’s thighs.

  “Daddy said you were hairy,” she whispered. “Mother, your cunt is almost hidden by all that hair!”

  Lisa drew her daughter’s face to her thigh. She shivered with wanton pleasure when Ginger kissed her flesh. Toby stood up, his fingers working at his belt. He shoved his jeans down, and his cock throbbed upward, almost snapping against his stomach. His balls, as she had seen the night before, hung very low.

  Ginger giggled and grasped her brother’s cock in a small, tight hand. She jerked back and forth, making her brother’s cock bulge. His piss hole widened and clear liquid beaded there. Lisa parted her legs as wide as she could, her skirt around her waist.

  “Do it, Toby!” she gasped, straining her hips upward. “DO it to me now!”

  Ginger, giggling lewdly shoved her hand to her mother’s hairy cunt, parting the lips with two fingers. Lisa’s clit poked up hard and as her daughter’s finger slipped over it, she mewled, her hips jerking. Her hands fluttered to her blouse, puffing at it, the buttons tearing loose. Her firm tits stood up, the light-brown nipples hard.

  “I wanna put it in your Mother!” Ginger moaned, pulling her brother’s hard cock downward. “I wanna put his cock in your cunt!”

  “Yes, baby,” she hissed, her hands digging into her tits as her eyes followed her son’s cock down. “You put his cock in my cunt.”

  The head of her son’s cock began to penetrate her pussy and Lisa squealed softly. Toby’s cock stretched the hairy lips of her pussy, bringing a sigh from Lisa. Ginger’s face was very close to her cunt, still holding the fiery lips open.

  “It’s in, Mother!” she squealed. “The head of Toby’s cock is inside your pussy now! Ohhh, golly, I like this, Mother! I can see Toby shoving his cock in your cunt!”

  Lisa felt her son’s cock thrust slowly into her pussy and she lifted her ass higher. She moved her hand down to her daughter’s head, pressing her cheek upon her trembling stomach.

  “Fuck me, Toby!” she moaned. “Ohhhh, baby, fuck me!”

  Toby slammed into his mother’s cunt, a wet, slapping sound coming from his balls as they smacked the cheeks of her ass. Lisa groaned with sudden ecstasy. Looking over her daughter’s head, she saw Ginger was holding her brother’s ass, urging him to plunge his prick back and forth into her cunt. She felt. Ginger’s hot breath on her stomach and ran her hand down Ginger’s back. She fumbled with the buttons of her daughter’s pale yellow dress, opening them as her son began fucking vigorously into her.

  “Ohhhh, that’s nice, Toby.”

  The lips of her mother’s pussy were very hairy, and they covered Toby’s cock completely. She watched her mother’s cunt lips swell and saw her tight clitoris rubbing along the shaft of Toby’s prick. She clutched her brother’s ass tightly, pushing inward each time he lunged his cock forward. She was gasping heavily as she watched, her small mouth open.

  “Oooooo,” Ginger crooned, her other hand, small and
hot, moved along her mother’s stomach, higher and higher. “Ohhhh, Mother!”

  Lisa grabbed her daughter’s hand and jerked it upward, placing it on her tit. She curled her daughter’s fingers around the spongy mound and whipped her ass about in tight, fiery circles as her son kept pounding into her greedy cunt. Ginger clawed at her mother’s tits, but her eyes never lifted from her cunt and Toby’s cock. Her dress was hanging on her shoulders and her small body was shaking visibly.

  “Oh, is right!” Lisa cried out. “Oh, it’s good! Toby, Toby, fuck me! Ohhhh, baby, shove it to me! Harder, honey! Ohhbh, God… fuck Mother! Fuck Mother’s wet cunt! You’re so hard… your cock is so fucking hard! Ooooo, I love your cock, darling! I love to feel it inside me, in my pussy! Fuck Mother’s cunt!”

  Ginger’s eyes burned as she stared. Toby was back and forth. The base of his prick seemed to smash her throbbing clitoris and she wailed and twisted her ass, grinding powerfully into him, her thighs scraping along his hips.

  “Ohhhhh, Toby, Toby!” she wailed, her half naked body shaking as her orgasm approached. “Ohhhh, baby, you re… oh, God! Give it to me! I’m about to… about to come! Ram it hard, Toby! Fuck hard!”

  The scream that boiled out of her throat seemed loud enough to shatter the windows. Her ass jerked upward, the hairy lips of her cunt clamping powerfully about the base of her son’s cock. The milking muscles began to draw on his prick as she screamed time and again.

  Ginger, startled at first by her mother’s scream, began to gasp heavily once she understood her mother was coming. She dug her small fingers into her mother’s swollen clit, her other hand clutching her brother’s tight ass cheek.

  “Come in her, Toby!” Ginger shouted.

  “I… I am!” Toby grunted tightly as the creamy come juice spewed into his mother’s convulsing cunt.

  Feeling her son’s come juice splashing the walls of her overheated cunt, Lisa screamed again, her pussy exploding into a second orgasm.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Lisa slumped on the couch, her tits exposed, legs splayed widly, her ass hanging over the cushions. Her cunt pulsated as come juice seeped from between the lips.