Kathy Andrews

Meet my hot mom

CHAPTER ONE

Donna Kirby was not sure the idea was good, allowing Kathy to stay with them.

For one thing, Kathy was quite young and, for another thing, she seemed to have run away from home. It was the third reason that bothered her most: Kathy seemed to be very seductive.

It was in her blue eyes, on her exquisite face, even in her posture. The first time Donna saw the girl, which was the day before, she had seen something in those wide, not-so-innocent eyes. Despite the youth of the girl, those eyes were hot. They literally steamed with an inner eroticism that was bold, blatant.

There was something about Kathy's eyes that told Donna she was actually boiling with sexual heat. Some girls have it and some don't, but Donna thought Kathy had more than her share. Erotic desire seemed to ooze from the girl, seemed to envelop her with a sort of scent that drew boys like magnets. There was an aura of sexuality that clung to Kathy that radiated outward.

Kathy was small, quite small for her age, yet she was beautifully shaped, with small, tight tits that were capped with twin nipples. She had an exciting little ass, twin bubbles of firm flesh which writhed inside the tightness of her jeans as she walked. And Kathy did not seem to be concerned that the crotch of those jeans molded and outlined the puffiness of her cunt.

Kathy had arrived in tow, with her son, Bobby, wearing those tight jeans and a T-shirt, and very little else. She had no luggage, no change of clothing, nothing. She had not been wearing a bra, and her nipples were bold against the T-shirt.

The story had been plausible; the girl had no home and no place to go. When Donna questioned Kathy, the girl said she had left her foster home two weeks previous after a beating by her foster mother. She had no parents, she explained, and the only homes she had ever known were foster homes. Kathy had told Donna she never had any choice in where she was sent, but everyplace she lived people used her, were cruel to her, made her do all the work.

Bobby had found Kathy inside an old crumbling abandoned warehouse and had brought her home with him. Donna could not blame her son; he was always bringing home stray animals. And that was what Kathy reminded Donna of a stray kitten.

If Kathy's story were true, then Donna would help the little girl all she could. But if it weren't, then she would have to locate her parents and return the girl to her home.

Donna sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, thinking about the night before. It was close to noon, and her son, with Kathy, was in the back yard.

Kathy had been filthy from sleeping in the abandoned warehouse, and Donna insisted she bathe. Kathy did not argue the matter and eagerly jumped into the tub of scented bubbles, cooing with pleasure. Donna sat on the toilet, still talking to the girl. Kathy was not in the least embarrassed to undress before Donna, and, when she pulled her T-shirt over her head, Donna was amazed at the beauty of those small tits. The flesh looked like satin. The small nipples were pale pink, and they were rigid. Donna was surprised at her feelings as she watched the girl open her jeans and wiggled her hips from them.

Before Kathy slipped into the tub, she stood straight, her arms up and fluffed her dark blonde hair for a moment. Donna looked at the naked girl, seeing the small waist, the dimple of her belly button, and, below, the promise of a thick bush of cunt hair. Kathy's thighs were long, shapely, yet not fully filled out.

When Kathy turned her back to step into the fragrant water, Donna looked upon the sweetest, tightest little ass she had ever seen.

Donna had never been attracted to another girl in a sexual way, she felt something strange pulling at her. She felt the desire to touch Kathy, to fondle those succulent little tits and caress the creamy tight ass, to stroke those smooth thighs, to hold that sugary cunt.

She continued to sit and watch Kathy while the girl soaped herself, then used a thick, soft cloth to scrub at her arms and legs. Kathy lifted her legs, one at a time, from the tub, teasingly, to wash them. Then, with her gaze on Donna, she handed her the cloth. For a moment Donna almost refused, then she took it and dropped to her knees beside the tub and began to wash Kathy's back. She could not understand the tingling heat that, seemed to burn at her hand when she touched Kathy's flesh. She trembled slightly, but Kathy didn't appear to notice.

Then, on her own, Donna dried the girl as she stood up in the tub. Kathy wiggled and mewled as Donna roughly ran the towel over the skin.

Since Kathy could not possibly put those dirty jeans and T-shirt back on, Donna rummaged about in her closet for something to cover the girl with. None of her clothing would fit, of course, and she had to settle for an old faded man's shirt that Donna often wore during yard work.

Although the shirt was much too large, it had to do for the time being. It hung on Kathy the way an overly large nightgown would, the sleeves rolled up.

As Kathy joined Bobby in the living room, Donna took the soiled jeans and T-shirt to the washer and tossed them in, setting the machine.

When she returned to the living room, she saw Bobby and Kathy sitting on the floor, facing each other, some game board between them. Since it was not yet time for bed, Kathy picked up a magazine and sat on the couch to read a bit.

Kathy was facing her, and Donna almost choked when she saw the girl's pink cunt exposed under the shirt. She had not thought about panties, and now it was too late. Donna glanced at her son to see if he could see Kathy's cunt, too. Either he paid no attention or was trying not to peek. That fuzzy little cunt was like a beacon to Donna. Kathy's pussy drew her gaze time and again. She licked at her lips nervously, and once her gaze caught the attention of Kathy. For a moment, Kathy gazed steadily back at Donna, and the heat from the girl seemed to reach out for her. That unseen heat felt as if it lapped at Donna's cunt. There was a deep tingling in Donna's pussy, and her clitoris had suddenly became swollen and hard.

Before long, Donna called it a night. When she told Bobby and Kathy it was time for bed, she watched the girl stand, and, while gazing at Donna, Kathy brushed her hand over Bobby's head, then went to the extra bedroom without a word. When Bobby stood, Donna saw the lump in his pants and knew her son had a hard-on. So, she thought, Bobby had seen Kathy's cunt, too.

Now, drinking coffee, she wondered what to do about Kathy. She could not very well send her off. Where would she go? Back to the warehouse? That would be dangerous. She could call the authorities, if she knew which authorities to call. But, as she finished her coffee and rinsed her cup, Donna knew she would not contact anyone, not yet.

But, if she allowed Kathy to stay, the girl would need something to wear. Those jeans and that T-shirt would not do. Deciding, she called the boy and girl into the house.

"We're going shopping," she said. "You can come with us Bobby, if you want. Kathy has to have something to wear."

Bobby's eyes shined. "You're gonna let Kathy stay with us, Mom? She's gonna live with us?"

"For the time being," Donna replied.

She was not prepared for Kathy's reaction. Kathy gave a squeal and flung her arms about Donna's waist, hugging her tightly. Donna, surprised, put her arms about the small girl. Then she felt Kathy's face pressing into her tits, and the girl's breath was hot, searing at her nipples through the dress. Donna felt her nipples become stiff, and they tingled with a strange desire.

"Oh, Donna!" Kathy squealed, raising her face and looking up into Donna's eyes. "You won't be sorry. I promise you won't be sorry for letting me stay."

Bobby elected not to go, and she and Kathy drove to the shopping center. There, she had Kathy try on skirts and dresses, but when Kathy wanted jeans, Donna refused.

"You should look like a girl, Kathy," she said. "You look very lovely in those dresses. Now, underwear."

Donna allowed Kathy to select panties, and they bought a dozen, but Kathy outright refused bras. Donna wasn't bothered much by her refusal. After they loaded their purchases into the car, they shopped for various toilet articles, and, as Donna moved about rows, she was acutely conscious of the girl's hand brushing her hip more than was necessary. Kathy stood close to her, pressing against her as they selected what they wanted to buy. Donna could not understand the constant pulsation of her cunt, the wetness that soaked into the crotch of her panties, or the almost painful swell of her cunt.

It had been a long time since Donna had enjoyed a fuck, but not because she was a cold woman. On the contrary, she was more erotically minded than many women. She just did not like the hassle of meeting men, fending them off with their one-night-stand desires. Donna wanted to fuck, but she wanted a man on a permanent basis, not fucking in some sleazy motel room with someone different every time.

Back in the car, with Kathy wearing one of her new dresses, Donna sat for a while before starting the engine. There was a familiar weakness in her body, and she knew what it was. It was a burning, almost desperate need between her thighs. Somehow, Kathy had sparked the heat within her cunt. She looked at Kathy, who sat quietly against the door. Kathy's skirt was hiked almost to her lap, and those long thighs were exposed, teasing Donna, almost calling out to be touched and caressed. Kathy gazed steadily into Donna's eyes, the heat literally steaming from the blue depths.

"Thank you, Donna," Kathy whispered, "for buying me these clothes."

"You're welcome, honey," Donna said, and she gave in to the impulse to run her fingers through the dark-blonde hair. "Pretty girls need pretty dresses."

Then she closed her arm about Kathy's shoulder, pulling her against her body. Kathy mewled with pleasure as she pressed against Donna, and then Donna's breathing stilled. Kathy's small hand had brushed over one of her tits. At first Donna thought it was accidental, but then the hand moved across her tit again, this time with more pressure on the nipple.

Donna trembled, unable to still the sudden desire that flared inside her slender body. She hugged Kathy tightly and kissed the smooth forehead, and she felt the little girl very deliberately, very slowly, cup her tit and squeeze gently.

Pulling away, her eyes glazed and her body shivering, Donna started the car and drove from the parking area. Kathy remained close to her, the girl's sweet thigh brushing hers.

By the time they arrived home, Donna was moist with sweat, and it was not due to the heat of the day. Once in the house, she rushed to her bedroom and quickly into the adjoining bath, where she ran a cool shower over her heated body.

Something was happening. She didn't know what it was, but she knew it was because of Kathy.

CHAPTER TWO

Kathy bounced about the house happily, helping Donna with all the household chores. She bubbled with gaiety, giggling a great deal, chattering about anything and everything.

Donna wondered why Kathy was always so close to her and why she seemed to find opportunities to touch her. Donna was sure it had been accidental, but the touches continued, coming more often. And Kathy didn't just touch her arm or back but seemed to always manage a brush across Donna's tits, her hips, and even her ass a number of times.

Donna's cunt was in a turmoil of steaming desire. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, her clitoris about to melt from the overpowering heat between her thighs.

While Bobby watched television, she and Kathy washed up the dinner dishes. Kathy was still bubbling with youthful vitality, and, standing side-by-side at the kitchen sink, Donna felt Kathy bump her hips often. When their eyes met, sparks of desire seemed to fly between them. Finished with the dishes, Donna dried her hands and turned, finding herself facing Kathy. The blonde girl was looking up into her face sweetly, a slight smile on her moist lips. Then, with no words spoken between them, Kathy wrapped her arms about Donna's waist and hugged, pressing her small body tightly against Donna. For a moment Donna did not respond, then she wrapped her arms about Kathy's shoulders. She felt Kathy pressing her crotch against her thigh and gasped when the girl spread her long thighs apart, that hot crotch tight against her leg.

Donna began to tremble but could not turn Kathy loose. Even when Kathy's hands moved from her waist, dropping down and cupping the shapely cheeks of her ass, Donna could not move. She could hardly breathe, and a gurgling sound came from her when she realized Kathy was fondling her ass through her dress. And, as she fondled Donna's ass, Kathy rubbed her cunt up and down Donna's thigh.

She wanted to protest when Kathy's fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass, squeezing deliberately. But it felt so good, so very good. It had been years since anyone had felt her ass this way, and Donna was responding. She was also responding to the rubbing motion of Kathy's cunt on her thigh. Donna pressed her thigh between Kathy's legs, feeling the heat of that succulent pink cunt.

Kathy was purring softly against her tits, and Donna clung to the shoulders of the girl tightly. She felt Kathy pulling her skirt up in back but had no power to stop her. She felt the girl's hot hands move along the backs of her naked thighs, the touch feathery light. Then Kathy was holding the cheeks of her ass again, with only flimsy panties between her palms and Donna's ass. With a conscious thought, Donna's ass flexed, clenching as Kathy fondled and squeezed.

Their breathing was loud in the kitchen as they clung to each other tightly. Every nerve in Donna's body was screaming for release, her cunt pulsating wildly, hotter than she remembered it ever being. She could feel the tight tits of Kathy pressing below her own, the nipples hard and searing through their dresses. She shivered as the girl slipped one hand into the elastic waist of her bikini panties and began feeling about the creamy, swelling ass cheek.

Donna pressed her thigh harder into Kathy's cunt, feeling her pussy rub up and down. Her own hands moved now, and Donna was surprised to find she was cupping the small, tight ass of Kathy, drawing her cunt tighter against her thigh.

"Ooooo," Kathy mewled.

Donna's hands held the small ass cheeks, finding them to fit perfectly in her palms. She squeezed the tight flesh, bringing whimpers of desire from Kathy. She felt the little girl tracing a fingertip up and down the crack of her ass, and Donna could not prevent the orgasms that suddenly rippled through her cunt. She shook with ecstasy, pressing her convulsing cunt harder against Kathy's rubbing thigh. She held the firm ass cheeks tightly as she came, a soft sobbing sound of pleasure coming from her constricted throat.

"Oh, Donna!" Kathy whispered. "I feel it… feel you! You're coming, huh, Donna?"

"Yes," Donna hissed huskily. "Oh, God… yes!"

Then, ashamed of herself, Donna pulled away quickly, turning her back to Kathy. But Kathy pressed up against her back, pressing her stomach along Donna's still-trembling ass cheeks, her arms tight about her waist. Donna felt moist lips at her neck as Kathy kissed her.

Then, abruptly, Kathy released her and skipped from the kitchen.

For a long time Donna remained where she stood, gazing vacantly at the far wall. She couldn't understand why she had responded so eagerly, so wantonly toward Kathy.

Later, lying in bed, Donna gave serious thought to the girl.

Kathy did everything she could to please her, she knew. The girl had only been with them a full day and one night, but already Kathy had shown her eagerness to please. All Donna had to do was mention something, and Kathy jumped to do it immediately, and she did it with happiness.

Staring at the dark ceiling, Donna moved her hands up and down her body. Her dark brown hair fanned about her head on the pillow. The sheet was at her waist, her tits naked and arching in shapely firmness. Her tits were throbbing with hardness as she teased them with gentle twisting and pinches. Sliding her hand down under the sheet, Donna ran her fingers through the dark curls of her cunt, then traced her pussy slit with a fingertip. She could feel the pulsations of her cunt lips, and her cunt was almost too sensitive to touch. Drawing her knees up, then spreading them, Donna began to rub her cunt with her middle finger, and, before she knew it, she was fingerfucking herself slowly, sliding her finger deeply. Her hips writhed as she began to moan softly, her eyes closing. Behind her lids she was seeing Kathy, seeing her in the tub, seeing her succulent tits and sugary pussy and tight little ass.

Her finger fucked faster, and her hips began to pump up and down. She felt her cunt gripping her fingers as she came, whimpering in pleasure.

Her body relaxed, her legs sliding downward again, but spreading out wide.

"Goddamn it!" she hissed into the darkness, throwing the sheet from her body and sitting on the edge of the bed.

She couldn't stand it.

"Shit, shit, shit!" she spat softly, getting to her feet. She pulled her robe on and started from the room.

A light at the end of the hall caught her attention. Wondering who was out of bed at this time of night, she walked toward the light. Passing Bobby's bedroom, she saw his bed was empty, and so was the bed given over to Kathy in the guestroom. Curious now, Donna began to walk quietly. The light was on in the kitchen, and she peered around the corner.

"Oh!" she gasped, quickly pressing her knuckles to her mouth to cunt the sound off.

Kathy and Bobby were in the kitchen, and Kathy was resting back on the table. She held her upper body up by her elbows, looking at Bobby. Bobby was sitting on a chair, gazing at Kathy. The little girl had her heels hooked on the edge of the table, her knees spread very wide. Donna could see the sugary pink cunt, with the blonde fuzz, and her son was staring at the girl's pussy. Kathy was whispering to Bobby, but the words weren't clear to Donna. As she watched, Kathy shoved one hand down her flat stomach and moved her fingertips slowly about the slightly puffy lips of her pussy as Bobby watched. Donna could see the excitement in her son's eyes as he leaned close, watching Kathy play with her cunt. Lowering her gaze to the front of her son's pajamas, she saw the way his cock made a tent there. He had a hard-on, she saw, the way he had had in the living room the night before.

Kathy must have said something naughty to Bobby, because Donna saw her son move his hand. Bobby gingerly touched Kathy's cunt, and the sigh of pleasure the girl made came to Donna's ears. She saw Kathy lift her hips and arch her cunt closer to Bobby as he felt her pussy. Her son's eyes were gleaming with heat, and his other hand began to press against his hard-on.

Donna knew she should say something, let them know she was there. But she also wanted to see how far they would go. Remembering what had happened in the kitchen between her and the exquisite girl, Donna felt she had no right to deny her own son the same pleasure.

Seeing Bobby stab his linger into Kathy's cunt, Donna felt her own pussy start to steam. She could see the way those sweet, pink cunt lips closed about her son's finger as he fucked his finger in and out, and Kathy twisted her little ass about with delight, her blue eyes glassy as she looked between her thighs at Bobby. Then Kathy, with her ass lifted off the table, began to twist and churn her crotch while Bobby finger-fucked her. She threw her head back, her eyes closed, humping up and down. She made loud gurgling sounds of ecstasy, which Donna could hear.

Then a low wail came from Kathy.

Donna saw her small body shudder and knew Kathy was coming, her cunt gripping Bobby's finger wetly. It seemed to be a long drawn-out orgasm because Kathy's hips churned up and down for some time, and Bobby kept fucking his finger in and out of that succulent cunt.

Finally, Kathy lowered her small ass to the table, and Bobby pulled his finger free. His cock was very hard, and Donna saw his prick now sticking up through the fly of his pajamas. The cock head was swollen, looking moist. She felt drawn to her son's cock, her eyes blazing hotly at his prick.

"You wanna do it to me now?" she heard Kathy say. "You can do it to me now if you really want to, Bobby."

"Really?" Donna heard her son say.

"I told you so, didn't I?" Kathy came back.

"Didn't I tell you we could do it if I stayed here?"

Donna's son stood up, his cock jutting out. Donna stared at it, licking her lips, feeling a strange excitement, sensing a need to walk into the room with them. But she remained where she was, concealed around the corner, peering at them.

"It's best if you take your pants off," Kathy said, spreading her legs very wide on the table. "That way you can feel it better."

Hurriedly, Bobby shoved, his pajamas to his feet, and Donna's pulse raced as she saw her son's naked body. His cock was so strong, so hard, with those precious balls dangling below. His ass was as small as Kathy's, but looked much tighter, more muscular.

Kathy's head was lifted again, her blue eyes looking down between her thighs as Bobby moved his cock toward her cunt. Donna, too, was watching, holding her breath. She saw her son brush the head of his cock up and down that sweet pussy slit. Kathy cooed with delight as Bobby rubbed his dripping cock along her cunt.

"Golly, you feel hot," Bobby said, his voice thick with desire.

"I'm supposed to be hot," Kathy replied. "At least I am down there. My pussy is always hot, and I bet I can always make your cock hard, too."

Bobby giggled nervously and Kathy made a happy gurgle as she lifted her cunt a bit.