Kathy Andrews
Mom_s three horny darlings

CHAPTER ONE

Wearing her tiniest bikini, Susan Carter slumped with hot water swirling and bubbling about her neck. The hot tub was one of her better investments, she thought. With her eyes closed, head tilted to the sun, she opened her legs to feel the water swirling between them.

Her thigh touched that of her son, Bob.

Again, as it had happened before, she felt something like an electrical shock against her flesh. She tingled at the point of contact. She moaned softly, almost lazily, as the lips of her pussy twitched. The swelling of her clit seemed squashed inside the tight crotch of her bikini, but the sensation felt so very good.

The water was very clear, and if it had not been swirling and bubbling, it would have been transparent. But sh didn't need to see that her son was jacking off. She could feel the movement of his thigh against hers, and a peek at Bob's face revealed what he thought was his secret.

It amused Susan, knowing Bob jacked off every time they were in the tub together, his legs touching hers. But it excited her, too. She had wanted to grab his cock in her hand, finish it for him, but so far she hadn't had the courage. It wasn't because she worried what Bob would think of her. He loved her very much, as did her other son, Billy, and her pretty daughter, Pamie. What worried her most was the fact she might not be able to turn his cock loose once she had his prick in her hand.

Peeking through slitted eyes, she saw Pamie and Billy sitting a few feet away, sipping Cokes. Billy, like Bob, wore boxer trunks with wide legs. But Billy's back was toward her. Pamie sort of slumped in her redwood chair, knees wide apart. Susan's eyes moved up between Pamie's slim, smooth thighs. She gazed at the tightness of her daughter's bikini crotch, Pamie's cunt seemed to puff outward sweetly, with a visible indentation of her cunt slit. The tiny halter barely cupped those sugary little titties, and Pamie's nipples were uninhibitedly pointed against the fabric. They were small tits, but flawlessly shaped, firm, just enough to fill a hand.

With her mind turning toward erotic delights, Susan looked out over the valley. The house sat almost on the peak of a medium-sized hill, and at night they could see the lights of the village. It was a beautiful area, and Susan had purchased it a few months after her husband died.

It was early spring, yet the weather was almost like the middle of summer. The sun was very hot, boiling down on the raised deck where the hot tub was located.

Susan felt Bob's thigh pressing a little harder against hers, and she peeked at his face again. He was resting his head on the deck, eyes closed, making very soft sounds of self-induced pleasure. She watched his face a moment, feeling her tits swell in the tight cups of her halter. Her cunt was throbbing now. She rested her right hand on her son's thigh and heard a soft gasp come from him. But he was so involved in pleasure, he didn't stop jerking on his cock.

Susan trembled with desire, wanting to hold his cock badly. The palm of her hand started itching, and she couldn't resist sliding her palm a bit higher on his thigh. She had not been fucked for almost a year, and Susan was not the type of woman to go so long without a cock. She was extremely erotic, came easily, and thought fucking was the greatest of all the world's pleasures.

She made no pretense of what she was doing. She wanted Bob to know she was doing this deliberately. She wanted him to know she was aware that he was jacking off. Moving her palm slowly, she stroked his thigh, sliding her fingers back and forth on the inner surface of his leg. Bob paused for just a moment with his fist movements, glancing at his mother. Susan returned his stare, her smoldering eyes sparkling.

Bob started jerking off again.

But stroking his young thigh only made Susan's cunt throb all the more. With her eyes hot on his, she widened her smile and moved her hand higher on his thigh. Bob groaned softly, scooting his ass forward on the bench. Susan felt the leg of his trunks and dragged a fingertip along it. Now she could feel movement, and she let out a soft whimper. If she was ever going to grab her son's cock, she told herself, now was the time.

Sliding her fingers underneath the leg of his trunks, she watched Bob's eyes turn glassy. The tips of her fingers touched his balls, and Bob grunted.

"Baby," Susan whispered very softly. "Oh, Bobby!"

She gripped his balls, pressing her thigh against his. She pulled her hand from his trunks and slipped it over his fist. She squeezed his fist hard about his cock, then shoved his hand away. Closing her fingers around his cock, she gasped with excitement. His prick throbbed so hotly in her fist and was so beautifully hard. Bob gazed at her as she squeezed his cock and started pumping up and down.

"Shhh," she said, nodding her head toward his brother and sister. "Be very quiet, baby."

Bob lifted his hips, trying to fuck his mother's fist. But Susan started jacking him faster, and all he could do was lean on the deck, holding his hips up as she jacked faster with a tight fist. He began to breathe with short, gasping sounds, still staring into his mother's strangely hotlooking eyes.

Susan's cunt throbbed painfully, her clit so swollen she wondered why it didn't burst through the crotch of her bikini. She was certain, that if she stood up, her clit would be closed her fist tight on her son's cock, squeezing as she jerked up and down. She released his cock for just a brief moment, sliding her hand into his trunks and squeezing his full balls, then gripped his hard cock again, pounding up and down swiftly and tightly. Bob began to make strangling sounds, his hips twisting now. His cock seemed to become larger, longer, and harder. Knowing he was about to come, Susan beat at his cock almost in a frenzy.

Her lips were close to his ear, and she began to whisper. "Come, Bob. Let it go, baby. Don't try and hold it back. Let yourself come."

And come he did.

Susan stopped jacking her son, wrapping her palm about the smooth head of his cock, feeling the boiling come juice splash into her palm. She mewled softly, her cunt starting to convulse in a sweet orgasm. She continued to hold his cock after he came, watching the strings of come juice float through the swirling water. She stabbed the tip of her tongue into his ear, then giggled in a lewd way.

"Better?" she whispered.

Bob nodded, a grin spread across his young face. Susan tucked his cock back into his trunks, and they sat close, holding hands. Susan glanced again at Billy and Pamie, wondering if they knew what he had done. But they weren't paying any attention to her and Bob. Again she looked between the slender thighs of her daughter, running her tongue over her lips.

"Did you like that, Bob?" she whispered in her son's car.

Bob nodded, still grinning.

"Mmmm, so did I," she admitted, and pulled his hand onto her thigh.

She spread his fingers out on her thigh and moved his palm up and down. A shiver shot through her as she pulled her son's hand between her legs. Before she could change her mind, she opened her legs very wide, and pulled her son's palm into her crotch, pressing hard upon her cunt.

Bob gasped again as he felt the heat of his mother's cunt burning through the very thin fabric, so hot he thought his palm would blister. He looked at his mother, and Susan was grinning lewdly at him.

She drew his palm up and down her crotch a few times, twisting her hips. "Ooooo, nice," she murmured. "Do you like to feel me, baby?"

Bob nodded.

When Susan removed her hand, Bob kept rubbing his palm up and down his mother's crotch. Susan cupped his cock and balls, feeling them through his trunks. She gurgled as his cock started to swell again.

"That's enough," she whispered, petting his cock and balls, then removing his hand from between her creamy thighs.

Pamie and Billy were coming toward the hot tub. Susan's eyes raked across the front of Billy's trunks, searching for signs of his cock. She could see the puffy pouch of Pamie's cunt, and she began to dream up images of them naked, all of them, outside on the patio, using the hot tub, seeing each other and feeling and… fucking?

Susan was shook by the thought.

Fucking? With her sons and daughter? Taking her son's cock into her cunt, fucking him frantically, watching Pamie fuck her brothers? The image was so strong, Susan came again, stronger than before, a shuddering orgasm that almost frightened her. She didn't know enough about her children. Maybe they weren't as interested in sex as she was. Maybe they didn't care about such things. Maybe they wouldn't have anything to do with their mother that way, or with each other.

She watched Pamie and Billy slip into the hot tub. With all four in it, there wasn't much room. Maybe two more people could get in, but Susan had no intentions of using the tub for six people.

She felt her daughter's thigh brush hers as Pamie settled down, Billy on the other side. Almost immediately, she felt the movements under the water. She looked at her daughter and Billy. They looked so innocent, so sweet, yet Susan knew things were going on under the water. Pamie had rested her head on the deck, her honey blonde hair framing such a sweet, innocent face. Pamie turned her head toward her mother, smiling. Her sky-blue eyes looked different to Susan, and then she understood. Those young eyes appeared hot, almost glazed. Then she was sure of what was happening beneath the water. Billy was sighing happily, his eyes closed.

Pamie was jacking Billy off!

Susan knew that without a doubt.

Her pulse leaped and raced with excitement. The thought of reaching across her daughter's lap to make certain was strong, but she resisted. There was enough evidence in the way Pamie's shoulder moved.

Placing her hand between Bob's thighs, Susan cupped his balls and cock again. But Bob, no longer seeing any reason to be so secretive, slipped her hand under the leg of his trunks. Susan fondled and squeezed his balls, feeling his cock grow very hard. As she wrapped her fist about his cock once again, she felt his hand sneaking up between her thighs. With a shiver, Susan opened he legs to give him access to her crotch.

This is crazy, she told herself. Here I am, sitting in this hot tub, jacking one of my sons, letting him feel me up, while my daughter is jacking the cock of my youngest son. And look at us! Each trying to keep it concealed from the other! Insanity, that's what it is, sheer insanity.

Bob rubbed at his mother's cunt, pressing hard, and Susan began to grind at his palm slowly. She clung to his hard cock with tightness, moving her fist up and down, wondering if she could make Bob come off again. In her mind, she was watching Pamie's small fist jacking on Billy's cock, and the image increased the fiery heat between her thighs.

All four were leaning their heads on the deck now, pretending nothing was happening.

Then she heard the choking gasp from Billy, accompanied by a giggle from Pamie. With slitted eyes, Susan saw Billy's come juice float up in strings. She had not been wrong Pamie had jacked Billy off. With her breath held in, she jerked her fist swiftly on Bob's throbbing cock and felt him spurt in rapid, spewing spasms. She had made him come off again, and as he came, his hand rubbed fast and hard at her cunt. Susan couldn't stop the whimper as she tame, couldn't stop the grinding motion of her hips. Her eyes rolled in her head, every part of her body seeming to explode with an amazingly sweet orgasm.

She realized Pamie and her brother were looking strangely at her. Bob was relaxed with a big grin on his face. The come juice floated on the surface of the water, giving mute evidence to what she and Pamie had done for Bob and Billy.

No one mentioned it, and after a while Susan felt she had to get away from them, think this over, figure out where it would lead.

"I've had enough," she said, climbing from the tub. She stood a moment, looking down at them, then turned.

"Wait a minute, Mom," Bob called.

He climbed from the tub and she felt his hands at her ass. Her breath caught as she felt him adjusting the bottom of her bikini. She realized it had drawn into the crack of her ass, with both cheeks showing, in view of her children. She trembled at Bob's touch, then he was gone. Without looking back at them, she entered the house and went straight to her bedroom, not caring that she dripped water all the way through the house.

Her huge bedroom window looked out over the patio, and she stood there, looking at her sons and daughter. She peeled her halter off, dropping it on the carpet. Her tits stood out, dark-pink nipple straining upward. She untied the strings at her hips, and let the bikini bottom fall to her feet. She stood nakedly, running her hands over her body as she gazed at Pamie and the boys. They didn't seem to be doing much except talking, so she turned toward the wall mirror.

Susan retained her youthful look. She had dark-brown hair that shined from many thrashings, round dark eyes, a full pouting mouth. She was slender with creamy smooth flesh. Her tits stood high and wide on her chest, as firm as they had been as a teen. They were perfectly round, arching to points. Her waist was small, her hips flaring. Her legs were very long, slim and satiny to the touch. The bush of her cunt hair was a flawless triangle, thick and curly, with a very fine line leading to het dimpled belly button. Her ass was round and firm, the cheeks swelling out very beautifully, enticingly smooth, with a very deep, tantalizing split.

Naked, she stood before her window again, looking out at Pamie and the boys. They were involved in some horseplay now, but it looked innocent enough to her.

She pulled a terry cloth wraparound from the closet and draped her nakedness. She caught a movement in the window and watched Pamie and the boys get out of the hot tub. Each boy seemed to have a hard-on. Pamie's bikini bottom clung to her, crawling into the crack of her ass, both sweet asscheeks fully exposed as if she wore nothing at all. She didn't seem the least bit ashamed or modest.

Susan felt her cunt respond with a hot lurch. Going buck through the house, she met Pamie and Billy as they entered. They smiled at her, going past without speaking. Billy's cock had been straining against his shorts, she saw, and she turned to watch them walking away. Pamie had not pulled her bikini bottom from the crack of her ass, and Susan stared. She had not realized her daughter had such a lowly little ass.

Walking out onto the patio; she adjusted a redwood lounge and then rested back on it. Bob was sitting at the round table with a colorful umbrella over it. He sat in a straddle, his knees on each side of the bench.

Susan's eyes went straight to his crotch, looking openly. She saw a hint of his balls, and that sent shivers up and down her spine. She crossed her ankles, noticing the wraparound parted almost to her crotch. She didn't care; all of them had seen her legs plenty of times. But she was naked under the wraparound. An inch or so more and Bob would have seen her cunt. Susan didn't care if he did. The palm of her right hand seemed to itch, and the imprint of his hard cock seemed burned there.

Bob's eyes glowed upon his mother's exposed thighs, and Susan loved it. Even his eyes seemed to heat up her flesh. She crossed her hands on her stomach, the checks of her ass clenching on the pad. Her eyes went from his face to his crotch, peeking past the leg of his trunks, seeing his young balls. The heat in her pussy increased, and she felt herself becoming wet.

Bob stood up, looking at his mother.

Susan saw his cock straining at his trunks, with the swollen head almost slipping from one leg. When he started toward her, she couldn't take her eyes from that sweet, exciting outline.