Kathy Andrews
Mom_s the best sucker
CHAPTER ONE
Carol Taylor lifted her feet and placed them on the back of the front seat. The open convertible allowed the full heat of the sun to burn on her already-golden flesh, her dark-blonde hair flying back from her head.
The car wasn't moving, but parked in a clump of trees.
There was no one else with her. She liked being alone, but not all the time. Sometimes she liked being with someone, but she had no one to be with. Not now, since her divorce. She had her son, Roger but he was still a little boy and besides he had his own friends.
Resting her head on the back seat, she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift as it usually did when she was alone. By herself, she could pretend, act anyway she liked. She would not be disturbed here in the pine forest, and she could allow her fantasies to run free without fear of being caught.
Carol fantasized a great deal. She fantasized about anything and everything, but most of her fantasies were erotic. She would imagine certain neighbors undressed in a bedroom perhaps, or on the couch, fucking and sucking as she stood watching from some dark window.
Carol loved to fantasize about fucking and sucking. It excited her, made her beautiful tits swell in hardness, caused her nipples to burn and tingle so deliciously. She enjoyed the pulsing heat that would start between her long thighs, grow with intensity until her cunt was juicy and dripping, her clitoris bulging with that sweet pleasure-pain. Then, when her cunt was thoroughly juicy, she would let imagination grow wilder, pretending she was being fucked by two or more men, at the same time, or one after the other.
Feeling the sun on her bare legs, she pulled her yellow skirt past her knees, looking at her legs. They were shapely legs, long and slender and the skin so smooth they were unbelievable. She was very sensitive along the inner surfaces, and loved to feel herself there. With her eyes slitted, she watched her hand move slowly from one knee up her thigh. She caressed herself with a light touch, feeling shivers flow through her. She pulled her skirt to her lap, exposing the crotch of her panties. The bikini panties were not designed to be functional, but to arouse.
She enjoyed wearing soft, frilly, sexy clothing, and always chose her panties with extra care. She told herself she never knew when someone would turn her on. When that happened, she wanted to be as sexy looking as she could.
Drawing her fingertip along her thigh, she sighed softly.
Her ass rested at the very edge of the back seat, and she twisted gently as her cunt grew puffy, her clit starting to throb teasingly. She drew light circles about her thigh with the tip of one finger, using her erotic mind to form images of a man, any man, touching her eager body. She could see, with her mind clearly, the man's body, but not his face. She never concerned herself with faces. The man's cock was, naturally, very hard, straining out toward her, the piss hole wide open and dripping with eagerness for her wet cunt.
Carol pulled upward on her panties, making the crotch dig into her pussy slit, the cunt lips puffing outward on each side. She looked at herself, seeing the dark blonde curls and pink flesh. She thought her cunt was beautiful. Some women didn't have beautiful cunts, she thought, but she was one of the lucky ones. Her cunt was very beautiful, with well-defined lips, an unusually long clit.
She knew her cunt was tight because her ex-husband had told her so, and she knew because of her own fingers entering it so often. Her cunt had the unusual ability to clamp down on a cock and hold it tightly. Her pussy would do this without any conscious effort on her part, as if it had a mind of its own. She loved that strange ability to grip a cock so very hard. The pressure of her pussy at those times was so delicious, she would often come.
Holding her panties tightly into her cunt, she stroked a finger up and down. The touch of her finger sent her hips to jerking. She gasped hotly as she felt a puffy cunt lip.
"Ohhhh," she mewled.
Sliding one hand into the waist of her panties, Carol fondled the curls of her pussy hair. The hair was soft, very soft and she loved playing with it. But she seldom played with her cunt hair long. By the time she reached this point, she was highly excited and had to rush to the next point, the next point being her clitoris. She pressed her fingertip upon the throbbing clit and smashed it, not hard, but lightly.
"Oh! Yes!" she sighed as her first orgasm burst.
Her first orgasm was usually mild. It was the next orgasm she wanted, the second one that would burn and explode and rip through her lovely body with such rapture, she often felt light-headed and close to fainting with ecstasy.
With a twist of her hips, Carol began to agitate her clit. She rubbed along the sides with two fingers then squeezed the sensitive swelling. Taking her clit between a thumb and forefinger, she twisted, turning and pinching and letting the delight swell higher. Then, as her ecstasy was almost at its peak, Carol darted her middle finger into her cunt, deep and hard.
"Oooo, fuck me!" she wailed softly as her finger fucked in and out of her cunt, the heel of her hand smashing at her clitoris. Her hips lifted to take the finger deeper yet. "Fuck me! Please, pleas… fuck me!"
Her cunt closed tightly about her finger, and Carol arched her body, her tits straining in her blouse. She closed her eyes tightly as the rippling heat flowed outward from her cunt, spreading toward the bones of her hips. Then her cunt convulsed, sucking and clinging to her finger with wet fire.
Usually she jerked and thrashed as she came, screaming with the wild raptures that filled her. She struggled to control the sounds. She didn't want anyone to catch her, not really. It was fun to think of being caught finger-fucking herself, but she didn't want it to happen in reality.
Her body slumped as the orgasm faded, her finger still inside her cunt. She enjoyed the pulsations of her cunt around her finger awhile then pulled it free. As always, her finger and half her hand were drenched with the hot juices of her cunt.
As usual, Carol gazed at her hand and finger. She had been curious for years about the taste, the scent. Sometimes she had come close to licking her cunt-wet hand, but her courage failed at the last minute. Now, seeing the glistening wetness, she pulled her hand close to her face. She smelled, and detected an exciting odor. This was as close as she had ever come to tasting herself and it was when she usually lost her nerve.
This time, she didn't lose it.
With a whimper, Carol snaked her tongue out fast, before she could change her mind. She ran her tongue through the wetness, tasting. The juices were hot and she was surprised at the taste. With another whimper, Carol plunged her middle finger into her mouth, closing her lips tightly, sucking and licking.
And, to her surprise, she came again.
Carol jerked her finger out of her mouth and sat up on the seat, dropping her feet to the floor of the car.
For a moment she almost sucked the finger again, and then felt the heat of guilt and shame spread over her face.
It was always this way.
After it was over, she felt shameful for what she had done.
As erotic-minded as Carol was, she had little experience sexually.
She had not done any of the things she fantasized about. Even while married she allowed nothing but fucking between her and her husband.
Thirty years old, and almost as shy and virginal as she had been as a young girl. Carol dreamed of sucking a hard cock, of licking at heavy, loaded balls, of burying her face into the cheeks of a tight ass, probing the ring of an asshole. She fantasized of tonguing a sweet, soft, wet cunt, or of being tongue-fucked by someone else.
It wasn't because she wasn't attractive enough. Carol was indeed a beautiful woman, an inch or so taller than average, with long, silky, dark-blonde hair and sparking green eyes. She had the face that would have launched a thousand ships in olden days. She was slender and well built with shapely tits as tight and firm as always, with nipples straining out, pointing upward.