Kathy Andrews

Watch them suck, mom!

Janice looked good in the short skirts that seemed to be coming back in style. With her slender figure, her exceptionally long legs and tight, rounded ass, she wore them for the express purpose of exposing her beautiful thighs. Her tits were high and spaced just wide enough, nipples tilted and thrusting. Her tits were rounded firm, and satiny textured. Her waist was small, and her hips deliciously rounded. Her ass bunched and twisted when she walked, a natural motion that teased aid invited. Her copper-colored hair gleamed with golden highlights in sun, and her green eyes seemed to hold a sparkle of mischief. Her full mouth and moist lips always had a quick smile of greeting.

Beautiful and friendly, Janice was a seething sexual woman. She had been married once for a short period of time to a man who abused her. The only good that came from that brief marriage was Tony, her son.

She loved her son dearly, but lately had been avoiding him as much as possible. Just being with him, in the same room, made her tremble and shake, unwanted thoughts of incest in her mind.

Being honest with herself, she knew she tempted Tony by wearing the short skins and dresses. She knew he peeked at her when he felt she didn't know. She knew he was excited by her body, and she suspected that Tony jacked off in the privacy of his room at night. He carried pictures of her in his wallet and had photos of her in his room.

What Janice did not know was that flu son had a picture or two of her that showed her panties, and one of which she was unaware he her skirt dress up, and her pantied ass exposed. If she had known, Janice probably would not have said anything.

She and Tony lived in a nice two-story home, with the bedrooms upstairs. The house next to them was also two stories, with the bedrooms facing hers. She didn't know the family that lived there, although they had lived there for over a year. She knew them well enough to nod a greeting, but that was it. She had a hunch the woman was cheating on her husband. Janice felt sorry for the husband and little girl, but it was none of her business.

Tony was friends with the girl, Nancy, but felt she was too young to be seen with him in public. Tony and Nancy talked across the wooden fence separating the back yards, and they sometimes sat in the yard and discussed things boys and girls of that age did.

Nancy was a lovely little girl, with honey blonde hair and a sweet, creamy complexion that tanned well. She had big blue eyes, somewhat sad-looking, but she smiled a lot. Her soft hair was usually in twin ponytails, making her appear even younger than she was. Nancy had a soft voice and was a very quiet little girl. Yet when she laughed, it was a melodious sound that showed her delight with everything around her.

Upstairs in her room, Janice undressed, preparing to take one of her long, afternoon baths. She loved to bathe, and she used oils and scented soaps. She had stripped down to her panties when a movement in the bedroom window across the hall caught her eye.

She gasped when she saw the wife next door move into view. The woman was naked her tits pushing outward, with a thick patch of hair around her cunt. The woman stood near the window, stroking her body, caressing her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples, and talking to someone. When that someone came into view, Janice recognized him as one of the more frequent male visitors.

The man had his pants on, but his cock pushed out with hardness. Janice watched as the woman's hand lowered and cupped the man's crotch as their lips met. Janice felt a response between her own thighs, she moaned softly as she stared. Her legs trembled weakly as she watched the woman's fingers open the man's fly, and another moan came from her when she saw the man's hard cock come into view.

Janice's hand slipped between her thighs as she watched, breathing heavily, eyes glowing with inner passion. She licked her lips as the woman stroked the man's cock, back and forth. The man cupped the woman's ass in both hands. Janice moved her other hand behind her body, cupping her own ass. She pressed her palm hard at her cunt, feeling it pulsate, feeling wetness seeping into the crotch of her tight bikini panties. She began to rub at her cunt, unable to stop, excited by what she was seeing.

Janice's breath caught when the woman slowly went to her knees before the man. She kissed the head of the swollen cock, looking up at the man's face as she opened his pants, pulling them down to his knees. The man's balls looked huge to Janice.

When the woman ran her tongue along the man's cock, Janice slipped her hand into her panties, brushing her fingers through the soft hair to the slit of her pussy. She rubbed at her distended clit with the tip of one finger as she stared across at the woman and the man. Her cunt felt on fire, her clit knotted very tightly, vibrating wonderfully.

The woman pulled her face away, saying something to the man, who nodded and held the woman's face. Janice felt a wild tingle of heat flow through her as the woman ran her tongue about the smooth, swollen head of the man's cock, then closed her lips about it, sucking on his piss-hole, her fingers wrapped about it, stroking back and forth on the prick-shaft as she sucked the head of his cock. Then, with apparent passion, the woman flung her arms around the man's naked ass and swallowed his thick, long cock all the way, her lips buried into the wiry hair at the base, his balls on her chin.

Janice gasped, plunging two fingers into her cunt as she watched, twisting her tight ass from side to side, spreading her feet to get more room between her thighs. When the woman began to suck up and down on the man's cock, Janice worked her two fingers in a matching rhythm into her cunt, fucking herself with one hand, squeezing her ass with the other.

Watching secretly, Janice became intensely aroused, her passions bubbling hotly through her body. Seeing the woman sucking on that long, hard cock sent her emotions high, made her cunt drip with hot, slippery pussy juice. Seeing without being seen was turning her on, more than anything in years. She began to identify with the woman, her mouth watering, imagining that she could feel and taste that hot, hard cock inkier own mouth. She bent her knees and plunged her fingers in and out of her cunt almost frantically, making wet, sucking sounds. Her hand stretched the crotch of her panties. And she considered taking her panties off, but her excitement was too intense at the moment to take the time.

She had to hold onto the windowsill for support, her legs trembling and becoming weaker and weaker. She stared at the scene in the window, and although she could not be sure, it appeared as if the man were coming, coming into the woman's mouth. The woman was sucking swiftly, sliding her lips back and forth on the man's cock as he strained his hips forward, his head lifted and his face contorted. Then a creamy drip of jism showed at the cower of the woman's mouth, and Janice knew for sure that she was taking the man's come juice into her mouth.

"Ohhhh!" she gasped, the sound coming out of her throat before she could stop it. Her cunt grabbed at her darting fingers as a strong orgasm rippled through her, the lips of her pussy clutching in spasms.

There was a bright flash behind her. Yanking her fingers from her cunt and panties, Janice whirled to find that Tony had just taken her picture with his cheap flash camera.

Janice turned red with embarrassment, unable to speak. She stared with shame at her son, her tits displayed to his hot eyes. Before she jumped toward the bed where her robe was laid out, it noticed the bulge of her son's cock in his pants… and another orgasm erupted in her cunt as she struggled to pull the robe over her nakedness.

"Tony…" Janice said, her voice a plea as she tried to avoid looking, at her son. "Please…"

Her son stood and stared at her, unashamed. Janice pulled her robe about her body, belting it tightly. Her tits still pushed outward, the creamy valley showing, one thigh exposed halfway to her cunt. With a quick flick of her hand, she covered herself.

"Watching that whore over there getting to you, Mom?" Tony asked, a smile on his face.

"Tony… please go away," she whispered, unable to put force into her words. Her cunt was still tingling as if she were about to come again. Her eyes caught sight of his cock once more, and this time lingered there long enough to see it outlined along the left side of his pants. The tip of her tongue moved over her lips. "Why are you home? How long have you been there? Did you see…"

"One question at a time, Mom," Tony said, grinning at her, not at all concerned that his cock was thrusting at his pants. "School was out early. I've been here watching for a while, and yes, I saw that whore doing that to the guy, and I saw what you were doing, too, Mom."

"You didn't," she said softly. "Please, Tony, you didn't see anything."

"Yes, I saw, Mom," her son said, his eyes moving over her body in a way she had not noticed before.

"Go, please!" she begged. She couldn't understand why her cunt was still burning, still throbbing. "I have to take a bath."

But Tony didn't leave. He stood there, looking at her, now and then glancing at the window across the way. The woman and man were embracing, both naked. "I think they're gonna do some more, Mom."

Janice glanced out the window.

When she turned back to her son, Tony had taken his cock out, and she gasped, her eyes wide. It was long, thick, with a big head on it, juices glistening on his piss-hole. He had his fist around it, and was slowly stroking it.

"Tony!"

"I wanna get some, too, Mom," he said, starting toward her.

Janice put her hands up as if to push him away, her eyes on his cock as he came closer. "No, Tony!" she moaned. "Please, I'm your mother. You mustn't… no, I don't. No… Tony, no!"

Her son yanked at her robe, pulling it apart so that her straining tits were exposed. Her nipples were very hard, peaked upward. Janice drew in a deep breath, causing her tits to lift high. She found her arms paralyzed, unable to cover her tits. When he reached for the belt, Janice was unable to stop him. She lowered her face, embarrassed by what was happening, yet gazing at her son's cock with intense hunger.

Tony pulled at her belt, then opened her robe. He stared at his mother's body, at the tightness of her bikini panties and the way the front of them bulged out with the thick mat of her pussy hair. Janice began to tremble as he looked at her, frozen, hardly able to breathe. When Tony closed his hands over her tits, she began to pant. Balling her fists, she felt her palms itch to grab his cock, to feel it, squeeze it, stroke it.

When her son turned her, backing her toward the bed, she found herself weaker yet. She knew what her son was going to do, but couldn't stop him. Her knees touched the bed, and she fell backward onto it. She covered her eyes with one arm, but peeked from under it at his cock. She saw him lean down, felt his hands on her knees, spreading them. She wanted to cry out to stop him, but had no voice. She couldn't keep her legs together, and Tony spread them easily. He gazed at the crotch of her panties for a long moment, then pushed a finger into her panties, stretching the band away from her cunt. She held her breath as her son pushed his cock claw to her pussy, then gasped loudly when she felt the head of his cock touch the slit of her cunt.

Tony eased his cock into his mother's cunt. Feeling her pussy stretch about her son's cock, Janice struggled for control. She felt the heat on her face, but it was the heat of desire as well as embarrassment flow. Her son's cock slid slowly into her cunt, filling her, making her feel full for the first time in years. The deeper his cock went, the more she wanted it.

She heard her son moan, felt him shaking as his cock was held tightly by her cunt. Janice could not prevent the lips of her cunt from squeezing and closing tightly around the shaft of his cock, nor could she prevent the slow undulation of her ass.

"Ahhhh, Mom!" Tony moaned in pleasure. "Oh, Mom!"

His hands grasped her thighs, lifting them along his sides, and then he began to pound into her cunt, fucking her.

Janice cried out, the sound indicating her ecstasy and not shame.

Each lunge of his cock caused her naked tits to jiggle, and Tony watched them hotly as he rammed his cock back and forth, banging into his mother's cunt almost frantically. He grunted and panted, straining into her pussy. Janice could feel the friction of her son's cock along the walls of her cunt, feel her clit being smashed with each forward thrust, feel his heavy, hot balls bang upon her ass. Tony held her legs at his sides, hunching back and forth faster and faster.

Janice began to sob, but it was the sound of passion. She struggled to be still, but her ass started moving, arching up to meet the wild stabbing of her son's cock. She felt her cunt gripping at his cock as he pulled back, spreading to take it deep as he pushed forward. The muscles of her cunt reacted without any control from Janice.

"Tony…" she whimpered, thrusting her ass up onto his cock as he pounded at her cunt. "Tony, this is…"

"Mom, it's great!" he gasped.

"It's…" She wanted to say wrong, but it wasn't wrong. This much pleasure could not be wrong. "It's… oh, Tony!"

Janice lost control.

Her ass whipped up and down fucking on his cock hard and fast. She flung her hands over her jiggling tits, squeezing them, her head flying from one side to the other, panting and sobbing out the intensity of her ecstasy.

She felt her son speed up, felt his cock throb and increase in size. Her cunt was on fire, gripping his cock, her clit swollen and about to explode.

"Tony, don't came in me!" she shrieked.

But it was too late.

Her son grunted, and Janice felt the hot gush of his come juice spurt into her cunt.

"Oh, Tony!" she cried out, flinging her cunt onto his spurting cock, the convulsions of her orgasm rocking her ass wildly.

Janice was very ashamed.

She avoided her son for the rest of the day, letting him prepare whatever he could find to eat. She stayed in her room, bathing for an hour, then sprawling on her bed. She was more embarrassed than ashamed, she realized later. Embarrassed that her son had caught her watching the woman and man next door, embarrassed because he had seen what she was doing, embarrassed because he had taken her photo from behind, with her fingers stuffed into her cunt, embarrassed because he had fucked her and she had been unable to prevent it.

Her embarrassment was greater because she admitted how good it had been. She wanted more, but there was no way she could let her son know. If he knew that, there was no telling what he would do with her.

When it was dark, she finally dressed, paying no attention to the shortness of the summer dress. All her dresses and skirts were short anyway, but she had never thought they would cause anything like incest. But then, she wasn't wearing a dress when that happened, only her panties. She pulled on a fresh pair of bikini panties, slipped her feet into open, leather sandals, and forced herself to leave the room.

She stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her son in the living room. She felt herself blushing, and she had to force herself onward.

When she was halfway down the stairs, Tony looked up.

His eyes took on a shine and he grinned.

A soft gasp came from Janice when she realized that her son could see up the front of her short dress. She almost pushed her hand between her legs to conceal herself, but she forced herself to continue down the stairs. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, her face was red.

She walked stiffly to the couch across from him. She turned on the lamp and sat down, tucking one leg underneath her. She looked at her son, fighting back her embarrassment. Tony dropped the textbook he had been studying and looked openly at her. Her long legs showed, and that was where his eyes were riveted.

"Tony, don't look at me that way," she said softly.

"You're beautiful, Mom," he said. "I like to look at you."

"Your father…"

"Was an asshole," Tony said. "Tony!" Janice gasped. "Well, he was," Tony insisted. "He was the biggest asshole I've ever known."

"I thought you…"

"Liked him? No way, Mom," Tony said. "He was mean to you. I know all about it."

"But you were so young."

"I still remember a lot of it, Mom," he said. "I'm glad you threw his ass out. I would have when I got older, you know."

"Let's don't talk about that," she said.

"Okay, wanna talk about that whore next door?"

Janice gazed steadily at her son, some of the heat leaving her cheeks. "Am I one, too?"

"A whore? No way, Mom!"

"I'm like her. After what I let you… upstairs… and doing… I'm no different, Tony."

"Mom, you don't bring strange men in here," he said. "And even if you did, you're a single woman, not married like her. There's a difference, you know."

"Then you don't think I'm a… a…" she stuttered.

"No, I don't," he replied.

"Tony, I know you don't understand, but upstairs… well, something happened to me, and I just… I couldn't help it."

Tony grinned at her. "I understand more than you think. Mom. I walk around with a hard-on most of the time and…"

"Don't say that!" she gasped. "What's wrong with saying I have a hard-on, Mom? I do, almost all the time. I can't stand it, and I jerk off so much, it's a wonder I have strength for school. Yes, I understand better than you think, Mom."

"Tony, please don't use such language." Tony stood up, arching his hips forward. His cock pulsed in his pants. "See what I mean, Mom? I've got a hard-on right now just from watching you come down the stairs. I guess you don't know I can see way up your dresses on those stairs, but I can. I look all the time."

He staffed toward her.

"Tony, stay away from me."

He ignored her and stood a foot or so away, his cock pushing out, outlined fully. Janice stared at it. She licked her lips and a soft moan came from her as burning sensations rippled through her cunt.

"Mom, we've already done it, so what's wrong with doing it again?" he asked.

"I'm your mother," she said weakly, still staring at his cock.

"And I love you," be said, "but I still have a hard-on looking at you and I want some more pussy, Mom."

Heat filled Janice, and she didn't resist when her son pulled her leg from under her body, then pushed her knees open. His hands on her, knees burned hotly, and when he leaned down and began pushing his hands up her thighs, Janice let out a soft whimper, beginning to shiver. His hands on her satiny thighs excited her, and she almost flung her legs wide open for him.

Tony's fingers moved under her dress.