Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Bill’s cock spewed and squirted and gushed in a never ending stream of creamy sweetness, his balls writhing and his cock jerking. Come flew from the head of his cock, splashing onto their noses and tongues, even into their open mouths. Susan and her daughter kept squealing in ecstasy as they fought to drink up his gushing come. Both tongues licked his spurting pisshole, now coated with the slippery came.

  Bill lowered his ass when he finished, breathing hard. Susan’s and Tracy’s faces glistened with come. It was on their noses and chins and cheeks, with most dripping from their mouths. They looked at each other, giggled, and started licking the come from each other’s face greedily.

  Bill’s cock softened beneath their chins, and when they stopped licking one another, each kissed his cock, slipping their tongue about his pisshole to take up any come juice that might be left.

  “Mmm,” Susan whispered, sucking at her son’s thigh. “You’re about the luckiest guy around, you know that, Bill?”

  “I know, Mother,” he panted.

  “Oh, I don’t know about that,” Tracy said. “I’d say all of us are pretty fucking lucky.”

  “Who needs that asshole neighbor,” Susan laughed. “I’ve got the cock I want right here.”

  “As long as you share, Mother,” Tracy said, her voice low and emotion filled. “As long as you share.”

  “Isn’t that what it’s all about, honey?” Susan said, kissing her daughter across her son’s thighs. “Sharing, giving each other pleasure?”

  “You’re so right!”

  “And no secrets,” Tracy replied. “What about you, Bill?” she asked her son. “Are you going to share with us, too?”

  He nodded eagerly, eyes bright. “I won’t fuck it up like that guy, you can bet on that, Mother.”

  She laughed, a low throaty sound. “I wouldn’t think you’d fuck it up, baby. You’ve got too much going for you here, with me and your sister.”

  Bill became pensive for a moment.

  “What’s the trouble, Bill?” Susan asked. “You look so deep in thought all of a sudden.”

  “Mother, I’d like… aw, shit!”

  “Come on,” she insisted, cupping his balls gently. “No secrets, remember?”

  “You’ll laugh,” he said, “You and Tracy will laugh at me.”

  “I don’t think so,” Susan replied. “Tell us what’s wrong.”

  A flush came over his face, but he blurted it out. “Mother, I wanna be… you know, what we did in the bathroom the other day.”

  For a moment Susan didn’t know what he was talking about, then her eyes lit up. “You mean piss?”

  Bill nodded his head.

  “I think Bill wants to be pissed on,” Tracy said, her voice showing excitement. “Is that what you want, Bill? You want me and mother to piss on you?”

  Bill nodded again.

  “Why, nothing is wrong with that, honey,” Susan said, her eyes sparkling. “You saw how much I liked that. I’m not ashamed to say I love being pissed on, so why should you?”

  “Come on, brother dear,” Tracy said, getting to her feet and pulling him up. “I’ll piss on you. Let’s find someplace so we don’t make a mess, and I’ll piss on you. Just point to the spot and I’ll piss on it.”

  “I think Bill wants both of us to piss on him, darling,” Susan said. “Is that right, Bill?”

  Again he nodded, but not as shyly now.

  With his mother and sister holding his hands, they moved quickly to the kitchen. “We can clean it up better here,” Susan said. “Now, Bill, you just lie back and watch and have fun.”

  Bill sprawled on his back, looking up at them. His mother and sister were very excited about this, he saw. Tracy was straddling his head, squatting down until her cunt was a few inches above his face. His mother, too, squatted, but over his cock. As anticipation came over him, his cock started lifting into hardness again.

  Facing each other, Susan and Tracy half squatted over Bill, and he stared from one hairlined cunt to the other, waiting.

  Warm piss splashed upon his cock and balls as his mother started. Tracy gave a soft moan, and her cunt released a golden stream that arced from her succulent cunt onto his chin and chest. As they pissed on him, Bill’s cock swelled into powerful hardness. He groaned in ecstasy when his sister adjusted her cunt, and began to piss directly into his face. His cock and balls and his face were being drenched in the piss from his mother and sister, and Bill thought he would come off with the sheer pleasure of it.

  Susan, watching his face being pissed on, gave a sudden cry and rammed her cunt down. Still pissing, she sunk her cunt onto her son’s cock and began to fuck him wildly. She had not thought she could piss and fuck at the same time, but she was doing it, her ass racing up and down, her hairy, pissing cunt riding her son’s cock with fiery wet heat.

  Tracy, seeing her mother fucking Bill and still pissing at the same time, gave a yelp and slammed her cunt onto her brother’s face. Bill clawed at her creamy ass and opened his mouth wide. For a moment he felt his sister piss into his mouth, and he had no choice but to swallow it. Then he started plunging his tongue into his sister’s tight, wet cunt. As his mother fucked him, her hot pussy sliding up and down his throbbing cock, Bill tonguefucked his sister with a wild hunger of ecstasy. The taste of her piss on her hairy cunt sent darts of flame through his body.

  The excitement was too much, and Bill began gushing into his mother’s cunt, sending spurt after spurt of come into her. Susan wailed as her pussy gripped his cock, convulsing powerfully. Tracy began to grind and press against her brother’s face, her sugary cunt closing tightly about his tongue as she, too, came in waves of steamy pleasure.

  Susan and Tracy slumped as the orgasms stopped, and then fell next to Bill. They began writhing their naked bodies on the piss wet floor, hugging and kissing heatedly.

  “I’m next!” Tracy yelped. “I get pissed on next!”

  “Whatever you want, you get,” Susan laughed, wrapping her arms about her son and daughter, wiggling her naked body sensuously between them. “Anything we want, we get.”

  THE END

  GR-2436 HOT FOXY MOTHER

  FOREWORD

  Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.

  The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.

  Though sex may someday become an accepted topic of conversation in most circles, one area of sexuality — that of incest — will probably never become acceptable. Although no one is advocating incest as an alternate lifestyle, there is no denying that such instances do occur. How society reacts upon discovery is a judgment of that society.

  HOT FOXY MOTHER is a topical novel on a controversial subject. It is a novel about decisions and consequences.

  The Publisher

  CHAPTER ONE

  Brenda spread her legs wide, puffing the crotch of her panties away from her pussy. She had bunched her dress around her waist, and lay back on her bed, her head on the pillow.

  With her left hand holding her panties away from her cunt, she held the vibrator in her other hand. She felt it humming as she moved it toward her open thighs, and anticipated the sensations she would soon feel. She ran the smooth vibrator along her inner thigh, teasing along her hairy pussy lips for a moment, then placed it against her clit. A shock of pleasure exploded there, and she let out a soft cry.

  Dragging the vibrator up and down the silt of her pussy, she mewled as the pleasure increased. Inserting the end of the vibrator just inside her cunt, she fought to hold her hips still, the urge to plunge the vibrator deeply into her cunt strong. Very slowly, she pressed the vibrator inward, feeling the lips of her pussy opening for it. She sighed with delight as the vibrations tingled through her body.

  At the foot of the bed she watched her r
eflection in the mirror. It was not a large mirror, but she could watch herself well enough. She could see the soft curls of her pussy, the wet pinkness of her cuntlips, and her knotted clit, even the curvy cheeks of her shapely ass. She loved to watch herself when she used this thing, despite her preference for a hot, hard cock instead. There were plenty of cocks she could have if she wanted them. The problem was, Brenda didn’t want them, and she wanted younger cocks. For some strange reason, she was only really interested in fucking young men.

  Maybe it was because she could control them. Maybe it was because she didn’t have to pretend shyness with a young cock. Men, most of them, wanted a woman to be reluctant and hesitant, but not boys. Boys didn’t know; they were only interested in getting their cocks into something hot and wet. Maybe it was because she felt more comfortable with a boy. Whatever the cause, Brenda wanted young cock and she wanted it badly.

  She hated the games adult men and women played, hated the attitudes of men toward a woman once they fucked her. Men didn’t seem to understand a woman had desires and hungers and erotic responses just as long as they did. But a boy, jacking off in secret, looking at a picture of a naked woman… that was what excited her. Not because the boy was jacking off, but because she could probably do anything she wanted with such a boy, give him pleasure without being shy or embarrassed.

  Brenda had nothing to be embarrassed about. She was tall and beautiful, rich chestnut hair and green eyes. Her body was slender, but her tits were shapely and pointed. She had a small waist with rounded hips and graceful, slim thighs. Her ass smelled out sweetly and made the mouth water. And her cunt… her cunt was juicy and hot and ever so ready to fuck. The dark curls fanned out toward her hips, thick and lush, curling along her swollen pussy lips and licking neatly toward her asshole.

  She had men, if she wanted them, plenty of them. But she wanted… Joey!

  The name shook her, and the vibrator pulled from her cunt.

  Joey was her son, her young son. He was in school and would be home in about half an hour. Joey who excited her more than any other boy or man she had ever known, Joey, her son, who collected colorful magazines of naked women, Joey, who jerked off behind the closed door of the bathroom every day after school, and then at night in bed. Joey, who was jacking off while she used this fucking vibrator!

  Joey, jacking off… she fucking herself with the vibrator. They could be fucking each other!

  Brenda dropped the vibrator, no longer wanting to use it. She sat up on the bed, swinging her lovely legs over the edge. Would Joey do it she wondered. Would it embarrass him? Would he feel ashamed of her?

  Brenda stood up, her legs weak. She smoothed her dress down, then realized her parities needed adjustment. She lifted her skirt again and placed her panty crotch over her cunt. She looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with the slight bulge her cunt made in her tight, nylon panties. She could see the outline of her dark pussy hair through them.

  She heard the front door open and close and quickly smoothed her skirt down. She thrust her shoulders back, watching the way her tits strained out, her nipples making twin points against the white fabric. She listened to her son move through the house, knowing what he was going to do because she had listened many times before. She waited, hardly breathing, until she heard the door of the hall bathroom close. She listened closely but didn’t hear the lock snap. She grinned to herself. That meant Joey was in a particular hurry today. He must have seen something at school that excited him tremendously.

  Not wanting to wait too long in case her son was overly excited and jerked off fast, she slipped into the hall and tiptoed to the bathroom door. She heard her son breathing hard behind it, and her cunt responded with a hot twitch. Not sure of his reaction, Brenda found it impossible not to put her fantasy into action. She turned the knob silently and carefully, knowing he would be absorbed in the pictures of his magazines. She opened the door a crack and peeked in.

  Joey was sitting on the toilet, a magazine spread out on the floor at his feet. He had his cock in his fist, and was pounding on it wildly, gasping as he stared at the pictures.

  Brenda shoved the door open and stepped into the bathroom.

  “Mother!” Joey yelped, trying to shove his cock between his thighs and kick the magazine shut at the same time.

  “Oh, don’t stop!” Brenda gurgled, her eyes bright. “Please, Joey, don’t stop.”

  “But… but”

  “Oh, hush!” she said, her eyes blazing with heat as she stood next to him. “I know you’ve been doing this for weeks.”

  She looked down at the open magazine, seeing a picture of a beautiful woman about her own age, naked, holding her tit in one hand and her tongue licking at her sweetly pink nipple. The woman’s other hand rested in the thick hair of her cunt, and her pussy was open, her clit exposed.

  “Lovely, isn’t she?” Brenda said softly. “I guess she makes you excited, huh, Joey?”

  Joey was blushing; his thighs squeezed tightly, his cock pressed between them. He had lost his hard-on when he saw his mother coming into the bathroom, and he felt ashamed of himself. Brenda ran her fingers through her son’s hair.

  “You’re going to need a haircut soon,” she said, sliding her hand onto his check, then his chin.

  She lifted his face upward, and saw the embarrassment in his young eyes.

  “It’s okay, baby,” she said softly, “I used to do that when I was a little girl, too. All boys and girls do it, you know.”

  Joey’s eyes shifted to his mother’s tits. He saw her nipples pointing against her blouse, the darker shadow of them. His cock was hardening again between his thighs, and he pressed them tight so it wouldn’t jerk upright.

  Brenda knew what he was doing. She smiled down at him, holding his chin in her hand.

  “Let it go, baby,” she whispered in a throaty voice. “Let it stand up. Let me see it.”

  But Joey held his legs together.

  Leaning down, placing her hand on his shoulder, Brenda shoved at his knees, opening them. Her son’s cock jerked straight up, half-hard and becoming harder as she stared.

  “It’s beautiful, Joey,” she said, breathless. “My God, it’s so beautiful!”

  Brenda’s cunt throbbed wetly as she gazed at her son’s hard-on. His pants were at his feet, and his t-shirt was high on his stomach. His cock was not huge, but a lovely, perfect size. It was straight, with a swollen, smooth prick head slightly larger than the shaft. A bead of liquid clung to his piss hole, and she wanted to run her finger over it, wipe it away, taste it.

  Joey didn’t know what to do. He sat frozen, staring at the way his mother’s tits strained against her blouse, knowing she was naked under it. His cock stood up stiffly, his balls aching slightly. He gripped the toilet seat with his hands, afraid to move or speak.

  Brenda’s eyes devoured her son’s cock. A small tuft of hair bunched at the base, but she saw none on his sweet-looking balls. His cock and balls were what she yearned for — strong, hard, almost without hair. She ran her tongue over her lips, swallowing as her cunt burned hotly inside her tight panties. Her clit had swelled up until its tip brushed her panties, making her tremble with desire.

  “Do you really need such a picture, darling?” she asked in a breathless voice.

  Her fingers began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse. She wasn’t sure just how far to go with her son, but her body, her cunt was demanding. She gazed at his cock, watching it jerk back and forth, opening her blouse.

  “Pictures are nice, baby,” she said in a low, whispery voice, “but the real thing is better.”

  She had her buttons undone now, and held her blouse with both hands.

  “See what I mean?” she said, and flung her blouse wide-open.

  Joey gasped, looking at his mother’s tits. They stood high and widely spaced on her hard nipples poking upward, with a light-brown circle behind them. Her titflesh was creamy and firm-looking, and while he stared with awe, his cock almost gushed hot cum
juice. If he had not grabbed it with his fist, he might have come. He squeezed his cock hard, unable to take his eyes off his mother’s beautiful, flawless tits.

  “I have pretty titties, don’t I, Joey?” she asked softly, cupping them and twisting her nipples. “My tits are very sensitive, too. Look at Mother’s nipples. They’re so hard, aren’t they?”

  Joey made strangling sounds, unable to talk. He feasted his eyes on her tits, gripping his cock as hard as he could, afraid he would come off before his mother. Brenda caressed her tits, her hips swaying sensuously as her own eyes sucked in his cock and balls.

  “Joey, stand up,” she whispered. “Please, stand up for me.”

  Joey remained frozen, unable to take his eyes off her tits or move or release his cock. Brenda sank to her knees, urging him to stand. Slowly, he stood, still clinging to his cock hard. Brenda gazed at it with moist eyes, then brushed one of her nipples over his cockhead, feeling his slippery cock-juice against her flesh. Joey stared as if awed by what his mother was doing to him. The magazine, still on the floor, was totally forgotten. What he was seeing was real. Those were real tits he saw, and his mother was holding his cock to one of her nipples, his piss hole on top of it.

  “Ooooh, that feels so good,” Brenda murmured softly, lifting her eyes to look into her son’s face. “Do you like it, too, honey? Do you like to feel yourself against my titty?”

  For the first time since his mother walked in on him, Joey gave a sigh. He nodded his head, licking at his lips. His eyes were huge and burning with excitement and his breath came out in quick, short gasps.

  Looking back down at her son’s cock, Brenda slipped it from one tit to the other, rubbing his seeping piss hole over her nipples. She moaned softly as she crushed her nipples inward on the head of his cock, the juices feeling hot on her flesh. Her nipples tingled with pleasure. The image of her vibrator came to mind, but she had no need of the vibrator as long as she could use her son’s cock this way.