Hot mom, hotter step-mom

CHAPTER ONE

Kathy opened her legs wide, sliding her body to the end of the tub. She parted her softly haired cunt, her legs climbing up the stall.

The water from the faucet splashed down upon her pussy, and she purred softly. Adjusting her hips, she caught the force of the water on her clitoris, her breath catching suddenly. Pulling at the puffy lips of her cunt, she held it wide open. The water splashed over her rigid clit and down along the slit. She began to moan and writhe her shapely ass against the wall of the tub.

After a moment, she positioned her cunt so the water would sting her inflamed clitoris, then she drew her hands along her smooth flesh, up to her tits. For a moment she teased herself, pulling and twisting at her nipples while the water agitated her cunt.

Pulling up on one tit, she dipped her chin down and ran her tongue about the long, hard nipple. With soft whimpers of pleasure, she licked at each nipple, her tongue swirling with wet heat. She lifted her hips and felt the water flow over the lips of her cunt, down to her asshole.

With a soft cry, she closed her lips about a nipple and began to suck, gently at first. As her pussy tingled, she wiggled to feel the water splash on her clitoris, then the open lips, and back to her clitoris again. Her lips, pulling at her nipple, began to suck harder, with more frenzy, her tongue swirling in hot circles. She closed her eyes as the rapture increased.

One hand left her tit, rushing downward, past her hip. She closed her fingers on the cheek of her tight ass, squeezing, digging. She started making gasping sounds, her lips pulling hard at her nipple, her hips moving from side to side.

The water, quite hot, streamed over her cunt and seemed to fill it. She arched her crotch up higher, and the water gushed against her asshole.

Her fantasy intensified, as it always did when she was close to coming.

The faucet was not a faucet any longer, but a cock. It was a thick, long, beautiful cock, and it was raining golden piss onto her bubbling cunt and squeezing asshole.

She came.

Then as the orgasm peaked, her ass lowered into the tub, her nipple slipping out of her mouth. She lay breathing deeply, the fantasy fading.

She wanted more. One orgasm was never enough. But she didn't have time.

A soft shudder went though her lovely body, and she sat up in the tub. Plugging the drain, she sprinkled bath oil into the water. Kathy tried to come at least twice a day, knowing that if she didn't, she would feel irritable. While the tub filled, she sat and fondled her cunt, sliding her lingers up and down the fiery lips. She wondered if she could use a finger or two quickly and come once more. She began to slide two fingers into her pussy, then she jerked her hand away, swinging her arms over her naked tits.

"Jim!"

Jim had walked into the bathroom unexpectedly.

He stopped, frozen, staring at his mother. Kathy's face turned pink as she stared back at her son.

Jim had never walked in on her before. But then, Kathy had always locked the bathroom door before.

While her son stood staring at her nipple, Kathy found herself staring at the front of his cut-off jeans. Her voice refused to work, and she swallowed, feeling a throbbing between her legs. She stared as her son's cock grew, hardening. She couldn't take her eyes from it. She found it fascinating, seeing his prick thicken and swell. Then the pink cock-head emerged. Kathy's cunt seemed to draw inward suddenly, her clit tingling.

Jim finally turned his gaze from her nipple.

Kathy had her knees ran up, and the water was only a few inches deep so far. She gasped when her son moved toward the tub. When he stood close, looking down at her, she could reach out and touch the head of his cock. That was all she could see, just the head, but it sent wild, burning shivers of desire through her. She saw his piss-hole, saw it gleaming with seeping juices. It seemed to be trying to lift upward, but the cut-offs held it down.

Jim looked at his mother's face, and Kathy finally lifted her eyes to his. She licked her lips again, and then her son did something that was totally out of character for him.

He drew the leg of his cut-offs up, and his cock lifted free. She saw it only for a quick moment before he turned his back to her, facing the toilet. Her eyes moved over his ass, thinking how compact and tight it was. Then she heard him pissing into the toilet.

"Jim," she said, her voice a bare whisper. "Let me watch you."

Without hesitation, her son turned and moved to the other side of the toilet, holding his cock at the base. His prick was only half hard now, but Kathy's eyes were fixed upon it with hungry heat. The golden piss spurted from his cock, tinkling into the toilet bowl. Kathy stared hard as her son stood pissing, unashamed.

"My God," she whispered, her cunt twitching as she drew her knees back to her tits. Her arms slipped about her legs, hugging them against her titties. Her eyes were bright as she stared at his cock. Jim could see the dark shadow of his mother's cunt-hair as the water deepened. "Ohhhh, my God!"

Kathy could not prevent the sudden clutch of an orgasm. She felt her clit throb, felt her pussylips clutching as if it had a cock inside. The contractions rippled about her cunt, causing her to tremble. Her eyes never moved from her son's cock. Seeing him piss excited her beyond her fantasies. Her orgasm didn't fade, but increased, thrilling her with a series of orgasms that blistered her flesh. Her ass writhed on the bottom of the tub, and she made soft, squealing sounds, her eyes slitted with ecstasy.

The golden stream lost force, and stopped gushing. She gazed hotly as his piss slowed and dribbled, then stopped together.

Jim, staring boldly at his mother, shook his cock, sending a few drops flying. Kathy's cunt tightened, making her sob softly. Slowly she straightened and lowered her long legs in the tub, not covering her tits this time. Jim stared hard at his mother's tits. They were full and firm, flawless in shape. Her nipples were quite long, rubbery in hardness. His cock lifted again, swelling back to full hardness. He didn't shove it into his cut-offs, but stood and pointed his cock at his mother.

"That was… wonderful," Kathy whispered, her face still flushed. "It was beautiful, darling. Very beautiful."

Jim offered a small smile, his eyes still on his mother's revealed tits, his cock jerking in hardness, his piss-hole glistening once more with seeping juices.

"Play with it," Kathy whimpered throatily. "Play with it for me, Jim."

Without hesitation, Jim closed his fist about his cock and began to pump, while staring at his mother's tits. Beneath his pumping hand, Kathy saw one of her son's balls slide into view. She caught her breath, sliding a hand between her thighs and pressing it against her boiling cunt, legs closed together.

"Does it feel good?" she whispered, her voice hoarse and very low. "Does it make you feel very good, Jim?"

Jim nodded, his fist moving back and forth. Kathy gazed at the head of his cock, watching his fist cover it, then expose it. She wanted to reach out, to shove the crotch of his cut-offs to one side, to expose his young balls, but she was afraid. She was afraid it would break the spell they were both caught in. She was afraid if the spell was broken, her son would run away with embarrassment.

Staring at her son's cock, watching his fist move back and forth, Kathy lifted her hand and closed it about her tit. She lifted her tit to her mouth and swirled her tongue around the nipple, her eyes blazing on his cock and fist. She kept her legs clamped together, hiding her fiery cunt from her son's eyes.

Jim's legs trembled as her jerked on his cock, his eyes glazed and fixed upon his mother's tit, watching her suck her nipple. His balls became tight, swollen. His fist speeded up.

"Ohhh, you're going to do it!" Kathy moaned hotly, her tongue swirling about her nipple, her eyes smoldering on the head of his cock.

"Yeah!" Jim grunted, his hips pushing forward, his fist racing back and forth.

"Do it!"

"I am!"

"Now!"

Almost as if on command, thick, creamy come-juice squirted from the head of her son's cock. The force was such that the come-juice spattered upon Kathy's hand, the one holding her tit up. She squealed, watching the come juice spew out of his prick. Her cunt became tight, and she was coming, too. The back of her hand tingled with Jim's dripping come-juice, and she squeezed her tit hard. Squirt after squirt of come juice shot from Jim's cock, each one splashing against her flesh. It was on her hand, her lower arm, and the rest landed on her quivering, naked stomach.

Jim squeezed his prick, drawing downward on it, and the final bubble of creamy come juice clung to the piss hole for a moment, then dropped into the tub.

"That was beautiful, Jim," Kathy gasped.

Jim stuffed his cock into his cut-offs. Kathy wanted to tell him to let that lovely cock dangle free, openly, so she could see it. But she said nothing.

Jim turned and left, showing no embarrassment.

Kathy leaned back in the tub, the water now covering her body. She held her hand up, gazing at Jim's come-juice. It glistened wetly, still hot. She drew her hand to her face, smelling his come-juice. The tip of her tongue flicked outward, and she ran it through the wetness. The taste of her son's come-juice filled her mouth. She licked the back of her hand almost feverishly moaning softly. The taste was sweet, hot, burning at her throat as she swallowed.

Turning the faucet off, Kathy slowly began to bathe.

A fantasy she had enjoyed for years had finally happened.

Ever since she had been a very little girl, ever since she had seen a man pissing near a tree, she had fantasized about watching a man piss. The thought of seeing a cock pissing was enough to make her cunt bubble. She had, for years, used the faucet of her bathtub, pretending it was a cock, a lovely cock, pissing upon her cunt, upon her asshole.

Now, she had watched a cock taking a piss. After all these years of fantasizing about it, she had watched a cock pissing, and up close. The fact that it was her son taking a piss enhanced her pleasure.

Kathy was forty, divorced for almost two years. She had such wild, delicious fantasies, and she had wanted to share them, but her ex-husband's ego had been a fragile thing. He would not have understood. Certainly he would not have helped her act out those fantasies. He was an in-and-out man, a man who felt a cock belonged in a woman's cunt and no place else. If a woman wanted anything besides a straight fuck, he considered her to be weird, perverted, disgusting.

So Kathy had suffered through the marriage, indulging in her fantasies for satisfaction. She seldom came when her husband fucked her, but always pretended she had. Then, when he was asleep at her side, with her cunt on fire, Kathy would play with her pussy and dream of wild, erotic, wanton fucking where anything could happen.

When he left her for a younger woman, Kathy was almost relieved.

Once he was gone, she could indulge herself as long and as noisily as she wanted in the privacy of her bedroom.

Now, she climbed from the tub, pulling the drain plug.

Kathy was tall, slender, a woman who made men drool. Her tits were perfect in size and shape, as tight and high as they had been when she was leading the cheering sections in high school at football games. Her waist was narrow and her stomach flat. Her hips were round, with long slim thighs. The soft hair on her cunt was thick and silky. She was an auburn-haired woman, a deep, rich auburn color, with green eyes, small nose and full, moist lips. Her body was creamy, lightly tanned, with tan lines on her hips and tits.

Draping a huge towel around her nakedness, she stepped into the hall and to her room. She knew she was beautiful, but she wasn't vain about it. She knew men followed her with their eyes, dreaming how would be to slide their cocks into her tight, slippery cunt. Long ago, a boyfriend had told her she was a walking wet dream, and it had delighted her.

Kathy was also a crotch-watcher.

She looked at every man's crotch. She wondered about the size and shape of a man's cock behind his pants, if his balls were big and hairy, loaded with delicious, boiling come-juice. It particularly delighted her, if she saw a man with a hard-on.

Once, about five years ago, she had seen, a man with a lovely bulge in his tight pants, and she had gazed openly at it, thinking how nice it would be to shove her hand inside his pants, right there in public, and stroke his cock, make him come in her hand. Of course, she never gave in to any such impulse, but it was exciting to think about doing it.

She sat on her bed, the towel still draped about her. She had to dress if she wanted to get Jim there on time. Each weekend, she had to drive him across town to spend two days with his father. She had tried to get his father to pick Jim up, but he refused. Once, his present wife did come and pick Jim up, but Kathy didn't like that very much. The woman was about ten years younger than Kathy, a very beautiful blonde. And Kathy was a little jealous of her because Jim seemed to like his stepmother.

Standing up, she found a lightweight, sleeveless sweater, and she pulled it on. She started to slip into a new pair of pantyhose, but decided it was too hot for those. She rummaged about in her dresser, searching through her panties and bra. She was amazed that all her panties were designed for one reason only – to excite and arouse. They were all skimpy, whispy bits of nothing, but she had no one to wear them for… no one to see her in them.

She held up a smoky piece of material, a very flimsy pair of panties.

With a shrug, she stuffed them back into the drawer and moved to her closet. She lifted out a lemon-yellow skirt, tight, with buttons all the way up the left side. It was designed for a woman to be as bold as she dared, and Kathy placed it on her bed, wondering how bold she would be today.

She stood and brushed hr hair, wearing only the light sweater. Her tits strained at the material, her nipples pressing forward. From the waist down, she was deliciously naked.

A smile came over her face and she winked at herself in the mirror. She grinned. She looked down at her naked lower body.

"Why not?" she whispered. "It would only be fair."

She gave her ass a saucy twist and stepped to her bedroom door. She opened it and peered down the hall. She could hear the television going, but she could not see her son.

For a teasing, delicious moment, Kathy stepped out into the hall, feeling wicked to be naked from her waist down.

"Jim?"

"Yes, Mother?"

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Jim, would you come here for a minute?" Kathy called, her voice shaking with anticipation.