Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Mewling in a thick voice, Joan closed her eyes to the ecstasy of fucking her son, to the throbbing waves of orgasms that rippled through her. Somewhere through the roaring pleasure, she heard the tearing sound of her panties, but she didn’t care. What she cared about was the throbbing hardness of her son’s cock, her cunt sliding back and forth, the shuddering waves of orgasms that shot through her like liquid fire. Marty was grunting now, and she opened her eyes. She saw his face through a film of misty pleasure. His features were contorted as if he was trying to keep from coming inside her cunt, but she had no intention of losing his precious come juice.

  “Do it, Marty!” she urged in a hot voice, her hands closing into the bunching checks of his ass. “Don’t hold back! Let it go, baby! Oooo, come in me! Come inside me, Marty!”

  She felt his hands clawing at her hips. She could feel the powerful throbbing of his cock as her clutching pussy moved frantically, devouring his prick. He was going to come, she knew. She gripped each cheek of her son’s ass, slamming her cunt hard against him, holding his cock deep inside with the powerful muscles of her pussy.

  Marty’s cock squirted.

  Joan felt his thick come juice as it splashed against the velvety walls of her churning cunt. She gave a yelp of delight and began to grind in a frenzy against him, Joan’s cunt drained her son’s cock, sucking and nibbling until Marty was shaking, his legs very weak.

  Slowly and gently, Joan pulled her hairy cunt from her son’s prick. She gazed down, seeing the glistening beauty of his cock. She cradled his cock and balls in her hand. “That was just getting good, Marty. Want to do it again?”

  “Oh, yes, Mom!”

  “Then come with me,” she said, turning him loose and taking his hand instead. With her panties, now shredded, still dangling at her knees, she pulled her son into her bedroom.

  Marty, of course, had been inside his mother’s bedroom many times. Now, however, there was a difference. He saw his reflection in the mirror, his cock and balls dangling from his pants. Joan watched her son, amused, as he looked at himself.

  “Now you know the reason for the mirrors, don’t you?”

  “The reason?” he asked.

  “So we can watch,” she replied. “Wouldn’t you like to watch while we do it?”

  A grin split his young face as understanding came to him. “Hey, that’s great, Mom!”

  “I thought you’d like that,” she laughed sensuously. She pulled her torn panties from her knees, tossing them over the pillows of the bed. “Those panties are no good now, I suppose.”

  She saw that his cock was beautifully hard again. That pleased her. She stood next to her son, taking his cock in her fist and jacking on his prick, both of than looking at their reflections in the mirror.

  “Marty, you don’t feel bad about this, do you?” she asked. “I don’t want you to be ashamed, honey.”

  “Gosh, Mom,” he groaned, “I love it!”

  She squeezed his cock. “Good! Because I love it, too! And right now, you climb on the bed. But take your pants down first; I like it better when skin is against skin.”

  She watched him as he eagerly dropped his pants. His cock stood out so hard, his balls loose beneath the base. There was a little dark hair at the base of his cock, but his balls were hairless.

  “That’s cute,” she murmured softly, her voice husky. “That is very cute, honey.”

  He turned to climb on the bed, and she stood watching, her hot eyes gazing over the tightness of his young ass cheeks until he was on the bed, his cock pointing toward the ceiling.

  She pulled her dress up to her thighs, then climbed onto the bed with him. She straddled her son’s thighs, then lifted her dress to her waist, exposing her hair-rimmed cunt. On her knees, she inched upward until her cunt hovered above the smooth head of her son’s cock. With both hands, she parted the thick cunt hair, and she watched his eyes blaze with interest as he stared at her wet pink cunt.

  “You just lie there and let mother do it all, baby,” she said hoarsely. “You just let mother do it for you. Watch in the mirror, Marty! You look in the mirror and see mother fuck you!”

  “Fuck… fuck me!” her son gasped.

  “Oh, baby, of course… fuck!” she laughed deliciously. “That’s what we’re going to do, fuck! So you just watch us in the mirror… fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  Marty laughed with youthful delight. “Fuck me, Mom!”

  Joan reached down and grasped his cock. She ran the swollen prick head back and forth across the steamy lips of her cunt, then fitted his cock between them. Taking the smooth head of Marty’s cock into her pussy, she slowly settled upon him until the soft curls of her cunt hair mingled with the few wiry hairs at the base of his prick. She sat there for a moment or so, rocking gently. Reaching behind herself, she took her son’s balls in her hand and pressed them against the heat of her creamy ass cheeks, laughing lewdly down at him. Finally she spread herself out on top of Marty, her legs sprawling along his, his cock deep inside her fiery cunt.

  She lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing the creamy swells of her naked ass in the mirror. Marty turned his eyes toward the reflection, watching excitedly. He saw his mother’s naked ass cheeks while she began to pump her ass up and down, her hairy, very tight cunt riding on his cock.

  “Hold mother’s ass, baby!” she mewled as she churned her naked hips about. “Ohhhh, honey, grab my ass in your hands and squeeze it! I love my ass being held and squeezed when I fuck this way! Grab mother’s hot ass, darling!”

  Marty’s hands dug into the tight smoothness of her naked ass, holding on, his fingers almost in the hot ass crack. Joan turned her head so she could watch, too, and they both gazed with burning eyes while her naked ass thrashed up and down.

  “That’s beautiful, baby!” she whimpered as her ass plunged, the ass cheeks tightening and bunching. “That’s so beautiful… watching us fuck! I love it, Marty! Oooo, I can feel your sweet cock all the way up my cunt! See mother’s ass, darling? See how mother’s naked ass fucks that cock! Oooo, I love you so much, love your cock up my pussy, Marty!”

  Joan’s cunt was nibbling again, sucking on her son’s hard cock for the second time. She was clutched by a series of burning orgasms as usual. The tightness of her cunt seemed to be even tighter than ever, flexing on Marty’s throbbing prick as she pumped up and down. From the waist up, Joan was almost perfectly still, but from there down, her body was a dynamo of intense action.

  As her orgasms increased in strength, she began to wail loudly, her ass pounding furiously. She raced a hand behind her banging ass and clawed at her son’s hairless balls. She pulled them against the cheeks of her ass, trying to shove them into the hot ass crack. Her son was grunting and gasping as he lifted his hips up, fucking his cock as deep as he could into that devouring, steamy pussy. Joan’s body was shaking with the intensity of her orgasms, and her mind was reeling with the ecstasy flooding her overheated body. Sparks flew about inside her, setting off explosions of such erotic pleasure that she was afraid she would melt or faint. And Joan didn’t want to faint because she would lose the feeling of her son gushing that sweet, precious come juice up her hungry cunt.

  Once again she felt his cock ready to burst and her ass pounded in a wild frenzy, gurgles bubbling from her constricted throat. She felt his cock swell morel and the throbbing increased. She twisted at his balls and screamed mindlessly.

  “Come, damn it! Come in me, Marty! Ohhh, please, please come in my hot fucking cunt! I want it! I want that sweet come juice squirting up my hot pussy!”

  Marty grunted and she felt him become stiff beneath her.

  Joan slammed her cunt down hard onto his cock, taking his prick as deep as possible into he squeezing cunt. She held herself there, grinding in, frantic attempt to make his cock gush a stream of come juice.

  Again she screamed with ecstasy when she felt his prick spurt. The thick, creamy come juice flooded her greedy cunt, drenching her pussy, sending Joan into a final shattering o
rgasm. She shook violently against him, her cunt sucking furiously.

  She rested on top of her son, both of them panting from the fury of the fuck.

  After a while, Joan rolled from him, her legs sprawled wide, her cunt still pulsating from the pleasure rumbling through her. She closed her eyes, relaxing.

  She felt the movement of her son and looked at him. He sat next to her, gazing down at her hairy cunt and long, slender thighs, at her flat stomach.

  “Like me?” she asked in a soft voice. “Am I pretty?”

  “Gosh, yes!” he said with enthusiasm. “You’re the prettiest mother in the whole world, Mom!”

  She wiggled with delight. “You say that because I let you fuck me, I know.”

  “No, Mom, it’s true,” he insisted. “Can I look at you?”

  “All you want,” she replied.

  Marty opened the top of her dress. Her bra snapped open in front, and she lay with her arms outstretched above her head, watching her son as he learned how to unhook it. Her tits came spilling free, and Marty stared at them with something like awe in his young eyes.

  Joan’s tits stood up proud and firm, rounded and satiny to the touch. Her nipples, a light-brown color, were still very rigid.

  “Can I touch them?” he asked.

  “You can touch me anywhere you want, honey,” she said in a soft voice. “You can do anything you want with me… anything at all.”

  Marty began fondling his mother’s tits, experimenting by pulling and twisting her sensitive nipples. Joan felt the excitement of her son, and it served to make her excited, too, her cunt beginning to throb and pulsate again. But she stayed still and allowed her youngest son to learn, to probe, to feel and know her body, touching her where he wanted. He gazed closely at her cunt, leaning over and peering between her spread thighs. He felt his mother’s cunt, examined her clit, and probed into her pussy. He ran his hands about her smooth thighs, through the thick curls of her cunt hair. He leaned down and swirled his tongue about a nipple, then took it into his lips and sucked. Joan’s tits tingled with the wet heat of his mouth.

  By the time Marty had satisfied his curiosity, his cock was straining hard, and he wanted to fuck her again. The piss hole was slippery, seeping clear thick fluids.

  Joan laughed at his eagerness, pulling him on top of her and wrapping her hot thighs about his hips. His cock was moving into her always-ready cunt.

  She had been right — Marty had been more than eager to fuck her.

  Now, perhaps, Eric…

  CHAPTER THREE

  Joan stepped from her bath and toweled her body vigorously, making her flesh glow.

  Naked, she entered her bedroom. For a long time, she stood before the mirrored wall, searching her reflection.

  She was a tall woman, taller than average by an inch or so. She was very attractive. Her hair was long and shimmering, waved just enough so she had no reason for curling it. It was dark hair, but neither brown nor black. Her eyes were dark and smoldering, with a piercing quality to them. Her nose was small and straight, and she had full, moist ups that required no lipstick unless she wanted. She was considered very beautiful by most people.

  At the age of thirty-three, her body was as firm and rounded as it had been at fifteen. Her tits were not large, but stood high and round on her chest. There was no sign of sagging. They were creamy in texture, with dark nipples centered perfectly. Her tits, as were her nipples, were very sensitive to touch. She enjoyed having them sucked and fondled, squeezed and twisted. Her waist was small, flaring into graceful hips and long, tantalizing thighs. She was slender, and looked fantastic in a bikini swimsuit. Her ass swelled out in tight curves, the ass cheeks writhing tightly as she walked. Hers was a beautiful ass, a hot ass.

  But then, so was her cunt.

  Joan’s cunt was hairy, very hairy. Yet her cunt hair was a finely sculptured triangle of softness. Dark, like the hair on her head, it, too, shimmered with highlights. The lips of her cunt were not by any means fat, the way so many cunt lips were. The lips of Joan’s cunt were fine, almost delicate, with such sensitivity that the slightest touch could almost make her come. It seemed to her that her pussy was always in a state of quivering burning desire, bubbling wet readiness for a cock or a tongue.

  Turning from the mirror, she slipped a gown over her head. The gown was a design from the days of the Roman Empire, a toga-like thing. It clung to her naked body, molding to her tits, to her swelling ass, to her rounded hips. It came just below her hips, almost short enough to expose the fine curls of her cunt.

  It was exactly what she wanted. It would serve her purpose nicely.

  It was early afternoon, and Eric, her oldest son, was in the living room alone. He suspected that his mother was up to something. It had been only yesterday that she had unabashedly fucked her youngest son, and, before he left her in bed, they had discussed Eric. Marty had been quite insistent that his brother would love to fuck her, too. He went so far as to tell his mother he was going to talk to his brother about it, kind of get him ready. Joan told Marty it would, perhaps, be best if he was out of the house, at least for the first time, and Marty did as she asked.

  Feeling excitement running through her, she left her bedroom and went to the living room. She paused in the doorway for a moment, looking at Eric. He was sifting on the floor, leaning against the couch, thumbing through a magazine.

  “Eric,” she said in a soft voice.

  He looked up and his eyes went very round as she walked into the living room. She stood for a moment, letting her son look at her. She looked at the front of his pants, and was satisfied to see his cock swelling.

  She moved closer to him, then took a wide legged stance. Her feet touched his and she arched her hips forward, knowing he could see under the hem of the short gown.

  Eric stared up at his mother, seeing her long, creamy, teasing thighs and the curls of her cunt. Although her legs were apart, he could not see the pink pussy lips because the cunt hair was so thick and long. But what he saw was enough to make his cock lurch and strain excitedly.

  “Take it out, baby,” she whispered throatily. “Please, Eric, take your cock out for me!”

  He fumbled with his pants, then she was looking down at his beautiful cock. Her eyes burned and she licked at her full lips with eager anticipation.

  “That’s beautiful, Eric,” she murmured. “You have a beautiful cock!”

  He waited, gazing up at her hairy cunt.

  “Put your hand on your cock,” she whispered. “I want to see you hold your cock, Eric.”

  He gripped his prick, squeezing. Joan moaned with delight, then slowly squatted in front of him, her knees deliberately wide. Now Eric saw the pink wet lips of his mother’s pussy, the glistening tip of her clit. Joan reached out, taking her son’s cock in her hand. She squeezed his prick, pumping up and down the hardness slowly, watching his piss hole flare and drip with that sweet, precious fuck juice.

  “Touch me, Eric,” she urged hotly, her ass swaying as she squatted. “Touch mother’s cunt! Feel me up… ahhh, please feel me up!”

  Eric did not hesitate. His brother had told him all about fucking their mother and he was more than ready. He slipped his hand along the smooth inner surface of her thigh, finding the flesh hot against his palm. Cupping his mother’s cunt in his hand, he pressed and squeezed at her pussy, making Joan whimper with delight. She stroked up and dawn his cock, her mouth parted as she panted with growing anticipation. Eric, she realized, was different than Marty. Eric had apparently felt up a girl or two already.

  He wiggled a finger into his mother’s hot, tight cunt, then began to fuck it in and out, finger fucking her in a way that sent sparkling ecstasy through her. Her fist pumped his cock a bit faster, but she wanted more than just this feeling around, more than his finger inside her burning pussy. She wanted his cock, wanted his prick sliding and thrusting and fucking into her cunt frantically.

  She sat down, then sprawled back on the floor, spreading her long
legs as wide as they would go, arching her hairy cunt upwards, fingering her pussy herself now.

  “Fuck me, Eric!” she hissed furiously. “Oh, baby, put that sweet, beautiful cock in mother’s cunt! I need your cock so much, darling! Oh, fuck me! Fuck my hairy cunt, Eric!”

  Eric settled between his mother’s thighs, and she arched her crotch higher. She felt the swollen head of his cock penetrating her bubbling cunt and a hiss of ecstasy burbled from her tight throat.

  She pulled Eric onto her body, his chest mashing her upstanding tits through the toga-like garment. Wrapping her arms about his waist, she pressed her hot, smooth thighs against his hips, churning her cunt into him as he began to fuck deeply. Moaning with the pleasure of her oldest son’s cock stabbing into the fiery depths of her hungry cunt, she quickly clasped the cheeks of his bunching ass, her fingers digging into those writhing muscles. The cries bubbling from her were hot and hungry, urging him to fuck her faster and harder. Through the hot roaring of her mind she could hear Eric grunting as he buried his face into her neck, his ass bobbing up and down as he fucked his hard, throbbing cock into her ever-so-receptive cunt.

  Eric slipped his hands down his mother’s sides, past her grinding hips, then underneath her ass cheeks. He closed his fingers about the two firm cheeks of her ass, pulling her crotch upward as he fucked into her hairy cunt. The slapping of his balls upon the sensitive cheeks of her rounded, grinding ass sent Joan into further ecstasy.

  The rings of her cunt became tighter as the orgasms washed through her, each more powerful, more gripping, than the last. Biting into her bottom lip Joan mewled and sobbed as she clawed at Eric’s ass, trying to pull his cock, even his balls, into the overheated depths of her orgasming cunt. Her whole body was vibrating like a taut string, her nerves melting from the intense ecstasy flowing throughout. Joan hardly knew she was calling out to her son, her wicked words urging him to fuck his cock as deep as he could, to drive his precious prick into her steaming cunt, pin her hot ass to the floor.