Peggy pressed her mouth to Grace’s cunt, kissing moistly. When Grace lay back, Peggy shoved her long legs up and back until Grace held them tight against her arching tits. Peggy, on her knees, gazed with pleasure at the woman’s hairy cunt and puckered asshole. It had been some time since she had had her lips against a cunt, and she was eager for it now. Stroking her hands about the backs of Grace’s thighs and curves of her ass, she teased them both. She probed lightly at the lips of the woman’s pussy, tickled her sensitive clit, making Grace whimper with eagerness, her ass shaking.
“Ohhhh, Peggy! Eat my cunt, please! Lick my hot pussy and tonguefuck it and make me come! Oh, hurry and suck my cunt!”
Peggy moved her face close, her tongue licking about the woman’s puffy pussy lips. She traced Grace’s cunt with her tongue tip, holding the parted cheeks of her ass with both hands. Dipping down, she scraped her tongue around Grace’s asshole, felt her asshole tighten and heard a sob of ecstasy bubble from the woman’s mouth.
Peggy started licking her tongue up and down, going from the pucker of her asshole to the tip of her clit. Up and down her tongue went, her hot breath causing Grace to tremble and yelp with delight. When she slipped her tongue inside the slippery, steaming cunt, her upper lips smashed at Grace’s distended clit. Flicking her tongue in and out swiftly, she writhed her lip. Grace began to twist and churn her cunt furiously, making it difficult for Peggy to keep her mouth pressing upon her pussy. Sometimes her lips and tongue were on Grace’s asshole, sometimes simply in the thick cunt hair, but most of the time she managed to keep her tongue fucking into the heat of that boiling cunt.
She knew when Grace started coming before her wild screams began to fill the room. She knew it because Grace’s cunt closed about her tongue like a wet, slippery vise. She fucked her tongue in and out swiftly as Grace came, the orgasm drawn out until Peggy wondered if Grace would ever stop. And, the screams of Grace got louder. Peggy had to cling to the woman’s hips with tight hands because her ass was churning up and down and revolving powerfully.
When she thought the orgasm was over, Peggy started to pull her tongue free. But Grace had grabbed her head and pulled her mouth tightly into her cunt, her long legs draping over Peggy’s shoulders. The beat of those thighs against her cheeks sent a rumbling orgasm bursting within Peggy’s cunt, and she began to lick and suck furiously once more at the dripping pussy.
“More! Oh, more!” Grace yelled frantically. “I want more! Give me more, you hot fucking cunt! Ohhhh, you sweet fucking bitch! Give me more tongue!”
Peggy heard the words of Grace. Her tongue shot into the cunt once more, sucking in a frenzy.
It was wild and somewhat strange to Peggy. Grace seemed so desperate for this, but the words she yelled somehow failed to fit the image the woman had been showing. Being called those names did not bother her at all. She knew passion was holding Grace. It was the desperation of a woman with intense sexual feelings, nothing more. The words meant nothing except that Grace was almost out of her mind with steaming desire.
The woman’s dark-haired cunt was in spasms again, the lips sucking and clinging to Peggy’s tongue, flexing in wave after wave of orgasms.
It seemed hours before Grace finally let her ass slump, and Peggy pulled her thoroughly wet face out of the greedy cunt. She sat on her heels, watching as Grace breathed with sharp gasps, her naked body trembling and shivering with the after glow of satisfaction.
Later, after dressing, they sat in the dining room of the house, drinking coffee. Peggy could not get over this difference in Grace. No longer did she appear to be a woman of mindless desire. Once again she looked cool and aloof, but her dark eyes were friendly now, very friendly.
“I’ve got to be careful,” Grace said when Peggy asked about this seemingly double personality.
“I don’t understand that at all, Grace,” Peggy said. “You certainly aren’t a cold person — what we just did proves that very well. Is it your husband? Does he cause this… this coolness?”
Grace laughed, the sound low and sensual. “Oh, my goodness no! I think I’ve given you the wrong impression, Peggy.”
“I still don’t understand,” Peggy insisted. “We’ve lived next door to each other all this time, yet you’ve seldom spoke to me, or anyone else that I’m aware of. Why, be so standoffish?”
“I told you the other day that once we got to know each other, you might understand it,” Grace said. “I’m not sure the time is right, even now.”
But Peggy began to think she understood. She looked at Grace for a long moment, then said, very deliberately. “Do you know that Donny is fucking Susy?”
Grace stared back at Peggy. Although her expression did not change, those dark eyes seemed to become mysterious. Slowly, Grace nodded her head.
“You don’t mind?” Peggy said.
Again there was slight change in Grace’s eyes, but then they became warm again. “There isn’t much I can do about it, Peggy, if I did mind.”
“Of course you can do something about it,” Peggy said. “You’re her mother.”
“Then why don’t you talk to Donny?” Grace said. “Do you care if he’s fucking my daughter?”
“Only if you do,” Peggy said. “Otherwise, I don’t mind at all.” She looked closely at Grace. “What do you mean, there’s nothing you can do about it?”
“Susy is… hot,” Grace said. “She’s so fucking hot, she’s almost insatiable.”
“Susy? Your daughter is…”
Grace nodded. “But it’s understandable, Peggy. After all, look what we just did. I’m that way myself.”
“And your husband?” Peggy pressed. “I suppose he can’t handle you… give you enough?”
“Of course he can,” Grace laughed. “It looks as if you’re going to find out things quicker than I thought.” She stood up.
“Come with me… I’ll show you.”
Curious, Peggy followed Grace down the hall. She watched the sway of Grace’s ass cheeks, seeing a much different walk than usual. She realized that, in her own home, Grace was natural, but strived to be cool in public.
As she stepped into the master bedroom, her eyes went wide.
Every wall, was solid mirror, ceiling and floor included. There was a huge waterbed in the center of the bedroom, and reflections were all over the place. The waterbed was round, and the only thing on it was a black satin sheet. There were white figures all over it, and on close inspection, Peggy saw the figures were all entwined in various sexual positions.
“I love it!” she breathed excitedly. “I just adore it, Grace.”
“Paul and I designed it,” Grace replied. “He’s just as horny as I am… and… Susy. Do you understand now, Peggy?”
“I’m not sure,” Peggy said. “I see a room designed for erotic fucking, of course, and I know you’re a hot one.”
Grace opened a concealed door. It was a closet, Peggy saw, filled with various articles of clothing. When Grace showed the clothing to her, she saw they were all designed with one thing in mind — to tantalize and arouse.
One garment caught her eye.
Taking it from the closet, she looked at it. It was a dress, but certainly too small for Grace. From the front it was complete, but there were two holes in the bodice, where tits could protrude. Turning it, she saw the dress ended at the waist, with the back missing. It had been designed to reveal the person’s ass who wore it.
She looked at Grace.
There was a faint flush on her beautiful flesh, and her dark eyes seemed shy suddenly.
“You and Paul are very erotic, aren’t you?” Peggy said.
“Now you know,” Grace replied, sounding oddly flustered. “Please, Peggy, you won’t say anything about this, will you?”
“Now, who would I tell?”
Grace hugged Peggy. “You don’t think I’m… wicked?”
“Good God, no!” Peggy laughed. “I find this delightful!”
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was not unt
il after she had returned home that it dawned on her that the dress was the perfect size for Susy.
She began to laugh.
Of course, she thought. Susy was a participant to the erotic action with Grace and her husband. They, too, were heavily into incest.
What she had seen over the fence that day the exposure of Susy’s panties when she had squatted before her mother now made sense. Of course Grace had said nothing… she and her husband were doing delicious things with the exquisite girl, having things done to them.
Peggy sat on the couch, laughing until tears came into her eyes. It had come as a surprise, a happy surprise. Grace, that tall aloof and oh-so-cold beauty… she was in reality a raging inferno of erotic desires.
She knew why she had been shown the bedroom and the costume. She knew it was Grace’s way of asking not just her approval, but for her to join them in the fun and games.
Peggy was delighted with the revelation.
But how did Grace know she would be receptive? How did Grace know how easily Peggy could be seduced into a lesbian relationship?
Peggy frowned, the answer coming to her. “I’ll break his fucking neck,” she whispered. “I’ll bust his fucking balls!”
As angry as she was, her anger had been tempered by the time Donny had come home. She met him at the door and was immediately wrapped up in his arms, his hands squeezing her ass as he kissed her.
Peggy pushed him back, gazing down into his face. “Donny, you’ve been saying things to Susy.” She saw her son start to protest. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve talked to Susy, about us. I know you have.”
Donny hung his head, a faint flush creeping over his handsome face. Peggy took his hand and pulled him to the couch, sitting him down. She sat next to him and held his hand in her lap, looking at him. Donny was uncomfortable.
“Are you aware, young man,” she said, “that Susy’s parents know that you’re fucking her?”
There was slight nodding of his head.
Peggy squeezed her son’s hand. “When you were in Susy’s room fucking her, where was Grace and Paul?”
“In the living room,” he mumbled.
“You knew they were there, knowing you and Susy were fucking? Didn’t that embarrass you?”
“No, Mother,” he said. “They told us to.”
“They told you to fuck Susy.”
He nodded.
Peggy wondered if her son had been involved already with the people in more than just fucking Susy. Squeezing her son’s hand, she asked him.
He shook his head.
“Do you know what goes on in that house?” she asked softly.
“Not really, Mother,” he said. “I just know they said I could fuck Susy.”
Peggy thought a moment, then asked, “What do you think of Grace? Is she attractive to you?”
“She’s pretty, of course,” Donny said. “She’s a little cold, but pretty.”
“You’d like to fuck Susy’s mother, wouldn’t you?”
He looked up at his mother. “Sure! Any guy would.”
“Honey,” she said carefully, “what would you do if I… you know, let Paul fuck me? Would it make you jealous?”
“Oh, no! I wouldn’t mind if you fuck him, Mother,” Donny said. “I wouldn’t mind who you fucked.”
As they talked Peggy had began pressing the back of her son’s hand against her cunt. Despite the pussy licking session with Grace, Peggy was still aroused, even more than at first. Her tits thrust against her sweater, he nipples outlined deliciously. Her other hand moved to the front of her son’s pants, her palm resting upon his cock. His prick we swelling into hardness, she felt. Pressing lightly against his cock, she made her son moan softly.
Eagerly now, she opened his pants and pulled his cock from the gaping fly. Stroking her hot fist up and down, she watched the piss hole, seeing his seeping fuck juices bubble up. Taking her son’s hand, she slipped it under her skirt and between her hot, satiny thighs, curling his fingers into her steaming cunt.
“I need this, darling,” she murmured in a hot voice. “I need this cock of yours.”
“It will always be yours, Mother,” he said, working a finger into her hairy, wet cunt. “You know that.”
“Pull your pants down,” she said, getting to her feet and raising her skirt to her waist. “Oh, hurry, Donny! I want that cock in my cunt… and I want it in there now! Oh, baby, fuck mothers hot cunt — now!”
After Donny had his pants around his ankles, sprawled back on the couch, his cock standing up ever so sweetly, Peggy flung her legs over his hips, her back to him. Reaching between her thighs, she took her son’s cock and rubbed his prick back and forth against her bubbling, hairlined cunt. She smashed his dripping piss hole against her inflamed clit, moaning with pleasure at the contact. Taking the round, swollen head of her son’s cock between the velvety lips of her cunt, she then braced herself by placing her hands on his knees. She felt her son’s hands feeling the creamy cheeks of her ass as she settled upon his cock.
For a moment or so she writhed against him, his cock deep inside her clutching cunt. She lifted his balls and pressed them against her distended clit, mewling with growing ecstasy. The throbbing of his cock against the sensitive hot lips of her pussy sent ripples of delight up and down her smooth flesh.
She began lifting and lowering her pussy on his cock, fucking him slowly, with small jerking rotations of her naked ass. The harshness of his breathing thrilled her as his hands moved over the springy surfaces of her ass cheeks. With a low, throaty whimper, Peggy began fucking up and down on her son’s cock energetically. She sat up straight, her back to him, shoving her sweater to her neck. She cupped her straining tits, her fingers digging into them as her ass began to whirl, and twist, never ceasing her up and down fucking.
The way her son held her shaking ass cheeks in his palms as she fucked him, sent waves of heat through her. Knowing his eyes watched her wiggling naked ass hotly, she revolved ass and writhed in such a way that increased his erotic pleasure. She clung to his balls with one hand, smashing them upon her swollen clit every time she rammed her cunt down onto his cock. Her other hand clung to her tit with desperate fingers, the nipple scaring her palm. She snapped back her head and gurgled with pleasure, moaning and whimpering as her ass, bounced. With Donny’s cock throbbing so sweetly inside her gripping cunt, Peggy’s almost-naked body shivered and trembled. Every nerve of her being was centered between her hot thighs, in and around her boiling cunt.
She made grunts of delight as the waves of orgasms began to flood her cunt. As before the orgasms came on softly in the beginning, growing in intensity until they were gripping her body in sweet bliss. She was yelling loudly with pleasure, screaming out to her son to fuck her to spurt his thick come juice up her hairy cunt. But Peggy was not aware of her screams. She was seldom aware of her vocal ecstasy when she was coming.
His balls were drawing up tight as she crushed them against her tingling clit. She squirmed her cunt down tightly onto her son’s cock, her hips moving violently as her pussy clung like molten fire to his throbbing cock. With the increased force of her orgasms, her cunt began a tight, flexing, waving motion on her son’s cock.
Peggy screamed loudly when she felt his cock erupt, sending gushes of thick come juice splashing against the satiny walls of her hot cunt. Her body shook atop her son, her crotch pressing hard as her cunt seemingly began to suck the come juice from his prick.
After it was over, she remained where she was for a long time, her breathing coming in hard gasps. Finally she lifted herself from him, sprawling back on the couch with her legs wide apart, cunt revealed, still twitching.
“Ohhhh, that was so good, Donny!” she hissed. “God, I love to fuck that thing!”
She watched her son slip his pants from his ankles, then walk to the kitchen. Her eyes gazed upon his tight naked ass. There wasn’t anything in the world more pleasurable than her son, she thought. When he returned with a soft drink, his cock swinging about, s
till glistening from the moisture of her cunt and his come juice, she gazed with moist eyes at his prick. She remained sprawled lewdly and watched him sip the soft drink, his eyes smoldering still as he looked between his mother’s thighs.
“You like Susy a lot, don’t you, honey?” she murmured softly.
He nodded.
“Do you know where she is right now?”
“Sure,” he replied, “Why, Mother?”
“Ask her to come here,” she said.
“Aw, Mother. Don’t jump on her case.”
“I’m not, darling,” Peggy said. “Just tell her I’d like to talk to her, that’s all.”
She saw Donny was reluctant.
“I’m not going to jump on the girl, Donny. In fact, you might enjoy it. Now, get your ass out of here and get her.”
She watched him pull his pants back on, then leave. She got up and straightened her skirt and sweater, still feeling excitement rumble through her.
A half hour later, Donny returned, dragging Susy with him. The girl, extremely pretty as always, looked at Peggy in a shy way. She was dressed demurely. She looked so sweetly innocent, yet so downright desirable. Peggy was looking at Susy differently now, though, knowing what she did.
“You wanted to talk to me?” Susy asked politely.
Peggy took the girl’s hand and drew her to the couch, then sat next to her. Donny, watching his mother warily, sat in a chair across from them. For a long time Peggy just looked at Susy. But in her mind she was seeing the lovely girl wearing the dress Grace had shown her, her sweet ass exposed and her tits peeking from the front. Paying no attention to her son, who sat watching his mother closely, Peggy reached out and held Susy’s shoulders, looking into her flashing, mischievous eyes. With slow deliberate movements, Peggy dropped a fingertip down and traced it over a nipple. Susy looked up sharply at Peggy, seeing the heat in those green eyes. Suddenly Susy smiled, throwing her shoulders back to make her tits stand out proudly.
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