Kathy Andrews - Hot horny mother

Insatiable. The word sounded as if it applied to her and her alone.

Thrashing about on her bed, unable to nap, Carol wished she was stronger. But she was a weak woman, she knew. She could not fight this ravaging hunger within her.

Carol had always been different than other girls that she knew and grew up with. And now she was different than grown women she knew. The problem was, Carol could not keep her eyes off boys or men.

Thirty-three years old, and she could not keep her hot, smoky eyes off the front of a boy's pants. So far, she had managed to keep her hands off them, but it was becoming more and more difficult to do. There was nothing wrong with her mental and emotional condition at all. Nothing except this increasingly burning desire, this hunger to fuck and suck.

Carol had only held one cock in her hand, felt it sliding about her cunt, kissed and stroked it. The cock of her husband's. Or a husband now.

The sun was high, and she knew, she should not be on this bed trying to nap. She knew she wouldn't nap. Every time she closed her eyes, the suffering became worse.

The window was wide open, and a breeze came in, but it was not cool enough to douse the fires smoldering between her thighs. She could hear sounds outside, the usual daytime sounds of late spring.

Carol's hand moved up and down her thigh. She had drawn her foot up on the bed, bending her knee, her skirt sliding back. It felt good to caress her thigh; it was so creamy smooth and responsive to the touch. It was even more responsive to the touch of a hand other than her own.

Drawing her fingertips lightly along the inner surface of her thigh, she sighed heavily. Her finger came close to the tight crotch of her panties, then circled the elastic and lace there. A shiver ran through her as she brought her other hand up, placing it atop one tit. The fingers on her thigh began to gently move up and down the stretched fabric of her panties. She could feel the heat coming from her cunt as she rubbed with a feathery touch, and then her ass began to writhe in a lazy way.

She probed delicately at her clitoris, feeling the tip against her panties. A sob burst from her as she lifted her hips, pressing harder into her cunt. The hunger was so great, the torment so severe.

Worming her finger beneath her panties, she stroked a puffy cunt lip, playing teasingly with the silken hairs. She sighed again. Parting her lips, she ran her tongue over them, slow and suggestively. Her finger was moving up and down the steamy slit of her cunt now, rubbing along the edges of her inflamed clitoris. Her hips moved in a rotating motion, slowly. Her nipple burned through her blouse and seemed to sear her palm.

"Oooooh," she moaned softly, lifting her ass higher on the bed, both feet drawn back now.

Her knees were wide apart. She arched her head until her neck strained, her fingers moving faster on her rigid clitoris. As the ecstasy swelled inside her body, she shoved her hand away from her cunt. Another moan bubbled from her as she began to rapidly thrust her finger into her cunt. The moist sounds of her finger fucking her pussy were loud in the bathroom.

She could feel her cunt sucking at her finger the lips, so satiny and hot, clung to her plunging finger with greedy delight. Her hips moved up and down, grinding hard. The hand holding her panties to one side managed to rub her clitoris as she finger-fucked herself. The finger was getting wild as her pleasure bubbled.

Carol's orgasm was steaming away now, building and growing and swelling. She began to twist her head about as her mewls of increasing ecstasy filled the room.

When she came, she almost bit, into her bottom lip to keep from screaming.

Her finger moved slowly now, her cunt still quivering, but the intensity of her orgasm was fading. But that meant nothing, she knew. Within seconds she would be wanting her finger driving into her insatiable cunt again.

There was that word insatiable, once more.

Being insatiable didn't bother her. What bothered her was being unable to do anything about it. She wished she could walk around, shaking her ass, jiggling her tits, giving the flirty eye to men and boys. Carol didn't know why she was unable to do this. She had tried twice, and she had felt so devastated with guilt and embarrassment that she never did it again.

She felt a bit more relaxed now that she had produced the orgasm within her. She was seldom completely relaxed, and fucking was seldom far from her mind. She could not do the simplest chore about the house without thinking about a cock, long and thick, hard and dripping, going into her cunt.

Turning on the bed, she looked out the window. There was nothing to see except the branches of a tall tree. The bedroom was on the second floor, and the window faced empty space and the roof of the house next door. The sky was clear, a light blue without a single cloud in it. The leaves of the tree rippled slowly in the mild breeze.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon, and she wondered, lazily where Bobby and Susan were.

Not that it mattered; she just liked to know where her children were at all times.

Bobby was her youngest, and such a sweet boy. He was so obedient, always ready to do any chore she asked of him. He was going to be one handsome young man one of these days. But Susan well, Susan was different. Already beautiful, with blue eyes and honey-colored hair, Susan knew what she had and made the best of it. She was a flirty girl, and Carol knew she would have to keep a close eye on her when she began to date.

Susan, Carol felt, would be fucking at the first opportunity.

Susan loved to wear the tightest shorts possible, shorts that molded and cupped and revealed her ass and long, slim thighs. Her tits were starting to bud, and Carol had seen her nipples many times protruding against some thin blouse. Oddly enough, Carol had never insisted that her daughter wear a bra. She never scolded Susan for those tight shorts or her flirting expressions when, around men.

Drawing her knees up to her chin, she lay with her arms hugging them. She knew her ass was exposed, but it didn't matter since there was no one around to see it. There was a gentle throbbing in her cunt, the hair-lined lips of her pussy twitching warmly.

At first she didn't hear it, then when it came again, she lifted her head.

The voice sounded as if it were right outside her window. But that couldn't be; there was no ledge for anyone to climb on.

Climbing off the bed, she walked to the window and listened closely, then heard the voice again.

"Does this feel good, Bobby?"

It was her daughter's voice. Carol held her breath, suspecting something. The window had a screen, but could be removed from inside. Silently she opened it and looked down.

The thick shrubbery at the side of the house was like a jungle. From the sidewalk they were completely concealed, but from her vantage point, Carol could see her son and daughter clearly.

"Oh, no!" she whispered, her eyes wide.

Susan and Bobby were near the side of the house, and her daughter had taken her panties off. Susan was sprawled back, her skirt around her waist. She was arching her cunt up with widely spread thighs. From where Carol stood looking down, it seemed that Susan's cunt looked hairless. Between her thighs was Bobby, his cock standing out from his pants, hard and throbbing.

Carol sucked her breath in, shocked by what she was seeing. But then, the shock fled, and she felt a rumbling excitement sparkling through her body like electricity. She leaned out and strained her eyes, trying to see them better.

"It feels hot, Susan," she heard her son say.

"Of course it's hot, silly," Susan replied. "It's supposed to be hot. Your cock gets hard, don't it? Well, my cunt gets hot."