Kathy Andrews
Two-way mother
CHAPTER ONE
Donna woke up with her pussy pulsating.
It was the first thing she felt, and she lay still, feeling the delicious sensations. She wondered if she had come while asleep. She tried to remember the dream, if any, that would cause her cunt to throb so hotly. She didn't remember dreaming at all, but her cunt seemed very, very hot. Slipping her hand beneath the sheet and into the elastic waist of her bikini panties, she felt the lips of her pussy. They were wet, very wet.
It was odd, because Donna never woke up in the mornings feeling like this. Sometimes she went to bed aroused, but never woke up that way. She lay still for some time, letting the warmth run through her. Her tits, even flat on her back, stood up firmly, with her nipples outlined by the sheet. When the throbbing decreased, she pushed the sheet away and swung her long legs over the side.
Other than her panties, she was naked.
The enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee came to her, and she smiled with pleasure. Ted and Mike were up. Feeling good, with the scent of coffee in her nose, she stripped her panties off and stepped nakedly into her adjoining bathroom. Adjusting the shower temperature, she stepped beneath the spraying water. By the time she finished her bath, brushed her teeth, and combed her shining coppery-colored hair, she saw it was almost ten in the morning.
Donna hardly ever slept late.
Sliding her satiny legs into a pair of pale-blue shorts, zipping them over her hips, she moved her arms into a man's shirt, tying the tails beneath her thrusting tits. Bare-footed, she padded into the hall and toward the kitchen.
"Morning, Mom," Mike greeted her.
"Good morning, honey," she said, kissing his cheek.
Mike was growing fast, she saw. Almost as tall as her, he was a favorite at school and the best wide receiver on the football team. He was already attracting pretty little girls, something that made him feel good, but she knew he was puzzled about what to do with them. He was dressed in his old faded cut-off jeans.
"Here's your coffee, Mother," Ted said, placing a steaming cup in front of her.
Ted was her youngest. Like his brother, he was wearing cut-offs, too. Ted tried his best to imitate his brother, Mike. It had been that way since their father had died. Donna knew Ted missed his father, and was trying to replace him with his older brother. She was pleased that Mike seemed to understand, too, and tried his best to be a big brother for his brother.
Donna sipped her coffee, wide awake now. She listened with one ear to the boys' chatter, but she was still thinking of how she had felt when she woke up. Her cunt still felt warm, slightly puffy, and obviously moist. Crossing her legs under the table, she began to rock her foot. The rippling, gentle pressure of her movements caused her cunt to twitch, and Donna's eyes became dreamy.
She began remembering how it had been when her husband was alive, how they fucked. Those quickies they used to have had been very exciting to her. Some of her strongest orgasms had been when her husband sneaked up on her and plunged his cock into her cunt before she knew he was there. She was remembering other times, too. Times when they would be in bed and her husband would insist she twist and contort her naked body into almost impossible positions for him. She had attempted them all, eager to be a part of his intense drives. There had been nothing she refused him, and he had shown her how erotic and perverse she could be. This discovery about herself delighted both of them, and before he died, they had discussed other possibilities, like meeting others for an evening of fucking. It never happened, though, because he died before they could do so.
At first Donna wasn't sure about it, but the more he talked to her, the more appealing it became. Her husband wanted to watch, watch her, taking cock in her cunt and mouth. She was willing to display her wanton behavior with others while he watched, but her one stipulation was that they would always be together, in the same room, never apart. It wasn't that she was afraid to be alone with someone else. Donna wanted to watch, too, and the idea of four or more people, all naked – and with hard-ons and wet cunts – appealed to her.
Now it would never happen.
She could never do it alone.
So she lived on her memories of her husband, and went to bed aroused and frustrated. And now, waking up feeling that way. She rocked her foot faster, under the table, out of sight of Mike and Ted. Her cunt rippled with heat, and her eyes almost closed as she produced a mild, all too mild, orgasm for herself.
When her vision cleared, she saw Mike and Ted looking at her, their expressions quizzical.
"Is something wrong, Mom?" Mike asked.
"No, why do you think that?" she asked, her voice soft and low.
"You made a moan," he said.
"And you got this crazy look on your face," Ted put in.
Donna smiled, softly. "I was just feeling… thinking, about something."
"Must have been something good," Mike said.
"It was very good, honey," Donna replied, uncrossing her legs and finishing her coffee. "I guess I better get started on this house. You two animals can sure mess it up quick."
"We'll help," Ted said.
"No practice today?" Donna asked Mike. "I thought you practiced every Saturday morning."
"The coach called it off," he answered.
"You mean I have to put up with you two guys all day?"
"Hey, Mom we're not such bad guys," Mike grinned. He pretended he was going to poke her in the ribs, and Donna squealed, twisting away and jumping to her feet. "You got us to help out today. That should make you happy."
"If you two would pick up after yourselves, I wouldn't need any help."
"What would you do without us, Mother?" Ted asked, grinning at her.
"I wouldn't live in such a messy house, for one thing," she said, and ran her hand through his hair. "But for you two guys, I'll take the messy house."
Ted wrapped an arm about her waist and hugged her. Donna leaped into him, her tits smashing against his face. She felt an immediate response as her nipples stiffened. There was a small tremor moving up her spine as she pulled his head tightly into her tits for a quick hug.
When she pulled away, her legs felt shaky.
Taking out the vacuum cleaner, she started on the hallway. The two boys began picking things up in the living room, but that didn't last long. She heard them laughing as they began to wrestle. Turning off the vacuum cleaner, she entered the room to see them in a tangle of arms and legs.
"Okay, you know the rules around here," she said without anger. "No wrestling in the house."
They paid no attention to her. Mike let his younger brother pin him to the floor, sitting on top of him. Mike had one knee lifted, his other leg straight out and to one side. Donna's breath caught as she saw the head of her oldest son's cock sticking from the cut-off shorts. Her cunt suddenly began to throb as her eyes fixed upon it. She stared hard at the head of Mike's cock, seeing his piss-hole. Her fingers curled into fists, her nails cutting into her palm. Her legs trembled and she felt weak.
"No wrestling," she said, but her voice was a bare whisper.
She tried to pull her eyes off Mike's cock, but they refused to move. As she watched, his cock slipped farther from his cut-offs, and then she was seeing half of it. Although it wasn't hard, Donna felt a growl in the pit of her stomach, a growl of desire. She had not seen a cock in over three years, and her eyes devoured her oldest son's cock wantonly.
When Mike heaved his body and tossed Ted away, they rolled toward her feet, laughing as Mike began to tickle his younger brother.
"Give up?" Mike was laughing. "Give up now?"