If Jeff wanted to feel her ass while they watched, there would be no harm in that, she decided. He was moving his hand about her ass almost shyly, as though he expected his mother to make him stop. Peggy wiggled her ass, away of letting him know it was okay.
On the bed, Joey was pulling hard on his mother’s nipples as he began to grind his ass into her mouth. There wasn’t much Peggy and Jeff could see now, except Joey’s cock and balls on his mother’s chin, and the way she smashed her mouth into his asshole. They could see, too, right up between the woman’s legs, could see her hairy cunt, could watch her writhe her naked ass, open and close her thighs. They could hear, too, the moist sucking, sounds the woman made on her son’s asshole. Now and then Joey would lean forward and thrust a couple of fingers into his mother’s cunt. When he did that, she would lift her ass from the bed and try to make her son fuck her this way, but Joey refused.
“Eat my asshole, damn you!” he shouted. “You can fingerfuck your own fucking cunt when you finish! Tongue my ass, cunt mother! Eat my ass out… Shove your tongue way up my fucking asshole. Cunt, bitch… Asshole cuntsucking mother!”
The woman apparently loved it when her son talked that way to her. It was obvious in her movements, in the hungry sounds she made as she licked, and sucked and tongue fucked her son’s asshole.
Jeff was now squeezing her ass cheek, and Peggy looked at him again. Jeff didn’t turn his face toward her; he kept gazing at the two on the bed. Peggy liked the way her son squeezed her ass and quickly, before she could change her mind, lifted her skirt and placed his hand on her panties.
Then Jeff looked at her.
Peggy grinned at him, very lewdly. “Play with it while we watch them,” she whispered.
Her hand moved to the front of his pants and found his cock hard again. He had not zipped his fly. With her son’s hand feeling about her ass, Peggy slipped her hand into his fly and pulled his cock out, stroking his prick now as they turned their attention back to the bedroom. Peggy turned loose of Jeff’s cock, sliding her hands back into his open fly. She cupped his balls tenderly, rolling them about in her palm. Encouraged, Jeff shoved his hand down the elastic of his mother’s panties, feeling the smooth heat of her naked ass, finding the split between her ass cheeks. Peggy shivered as her son fondled her ass inside her panties, and she pulled her hand from his pants and began to jack on his cock.
“I’m gonna come again!” they heard Joey groaning. His cock was standing out hard, jerking up and down, and he was still grinding his asshole into his mother’s face. He dug his hands hard into his mother’s tits, and thick come juice spurted over the woman’s trembling stomach, some of it flying as far as her cunt hair. Time and again, Joey came, spewing come juice until his mother’s stomach was drenched. It seemed to Peggy that the woman was so intensely aroused by having her son squirt come juice onto her body that she was sucking wildly at his asshole, twisting her hips hard, and probably coming herself.
Jeff was clutching her ass hard, and his cock throbbed hotly in her fist. Peggy pumped on her son’s prick without hesitation now, thrilled to have his cock in her hand. She seemed to have a problem deciding what to hold and caress because she kept scooting her hand into his pants to fondle his balls, then returning to jacking him again. She found herself wishing Jeff would slide his hand around in front, feel her cunt, rub at her swollen clit, maybe even stick a finger up her tight, scalding wet cunt. But he seemed to be content feeling about her ass at the moment. She wondered if Jeff would come again, and decided, if he did, she would keep jacking him off and help him splatter the side of the house with that come juice. It would be a waste of come juice, she thought, but there was no place else for him to come at the moment.
At the moment!
Peggy was almost shocked by what she felt go through her mind. It had been a fast thought, very fleeting.
I’ve got to turn him over to Sandra, and fast! She told herself. The fleeting idea had jumped into her mind that all she had to do was lift her skirt, stretch the crotch of her panties to one side, and her son could fuck her quickly from behind as they stood there.
On the bed, Joey was standing up, straddling his mother’s body now. He was looking down at her, and Peggy heard Joey saying, “…right in your fucking cunt!”
“Oh, yes, Joey!” his mother urged in a very thick voice, spreading her legs very wide and arching her cunt up into the air. “Piss on me! Piss on me, please, darling!”
Peggy wasn’t certain she was hearing right. No one would enjoy being pissed on, would they?
“I will, cunt mother,” lacy said. “I’m gonna piss right on your fucking hairy cock sucking cunt!”
“Do it! Oooo, do it!” the woman urged, twisting her hips around, the lips of her cunt glistening with wetness. “Piss on my fucking hairy cunt, darling! Piss on my hot fucking cunt and I’ll eat your asshole out again!”
“You’ll do more than that, cunt mother!” Joey snapped, aiming his cock toward her hairlined pussy. “You’ll let me piss in your cocksucking mouth, too!”
“Oh, I will! I will!” the woman gurgled, her eyes bright as she anticipated her son pissing on her cunt. “If you want to piss in my cocksucking mouth, Joey, you can! You can do anything with your fucking cunt mother!”
Peggy and Jeff’s eyes went huge as Joey began to piss directly upon his mother’s cunt. The piss splashed all over her, matting her cunt hair, drenching her pussy good. The woman was wailing in delight, clawing at her cunt, pulling her pussy open to let her son piss in. She was screaming that she was coming again, that she wanted piss all over her naked, fucking body!
Joey lifted the stream, and pissed on his mother’s tits. The woman lifted her hands and washed her tits in his piss. And when Joey lifted the stream higher yet, she opened her mouth as wide as she could. Joey pissed into his mother’s mouth, and the woman began to lift herself up, mouth wide open. Joey kept pissing into his mother’s mouth as she sat upright, and her lips moved over the head of his cock. Peggy wasn’t sure, but it seemed to her that the woman was swallowing, drinking her son’s piss directly from the head of his cock. She knew Joey was still pissing because she could see piss spray from the woman’s stretched lips. When Joey finished, she released his cock. A drop of piss clung to the piss hole, and the woman licked it away.
“That’s enough for tonight,” Joey said. “I’m going to bed.”
Peggy and Jeff watched him leave, and the woman curled up on the wet bed, her expression showing her delight. Peggy and her son slipped from the window and returned to the sidewalk. It was well past midnight now, and she realized they had been watching Joey and his mother for a good hour and a half.
“Wheee!” Peggy said. “That was really something, wasn’t it honey?”
“I never saw anything like that before, Mom,” Jeff said. “That was the first time I saw them. Boy, I wish I could tease Joey about it. But I guess I can’t say anything. He’d know I was peeking then.”
“That’s right, Jeff,” Peggy said. “You can’t ever say what we do. We’ve got to keep it a secret.”
Then she noticed his cock was still out of his pants. They were standing beneath a street lamp, the harsh glow casting shadows about them.
“Your cock is still out,” Peggy said.
Jeff giggled, shoving his cock into his pants. Peggy realized what she had said, and for a moment a hot flush came over her face, then she giggled too. They started home, holding hands, but before they had gone a block, she stopped and turned her son toward her. There was no street lamp here, and she could barely see his young face.
“You came in my hand, Jeff,” she said in a low voice. “And you played with my ass. That wasn’t supposed to have happened, you know that, don’t you?”
“Well, you jacked on my cock, Mom,” he accused. “It wasn’t me that took it out, either. You did that.”
“But you took it out first, and it was you that wrapped my hand around it.” She looked hard into his shadowy eyes.
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p; “But you lifted your skirt for me,” he said.
“Yes, I guess I did,” Peggy whispered, then looked around. All the houses were dark now, everyone probably asleep. She moved her hand along the front of his pants and found his cock throbbing away there. She squeezed his prick, then pulled his cock from his pants again, holding his prickshaft. “Well, it’s done, so I guess I can touch it again.”
As she clung to his cock and started walking along the dark sidewalk again, she felt her son lift her skirt in back and once more shove his hand into her panties, cupping the cheek of her ass. They walked home this way, hardly caring if anyone could see them. They were both intensely excited by what they had watched this night.
Unlocking the front door, Peggy left the house dark as they entered. There was a yearning between her thighs, and, although she must have come a dozen times watching Joey fucking his mother, she realized she wanted more than that. She wanted to be fucked!
But Jeff, fucking her? She wasn’t like that woman they had just seen. She wasn’t like her in any way.
But she wanted a cock in her cunt, just the same.
Peggy went into the kitchen for a glass of water, feeling very thirsty. By the time she returned to the living room, Jeff was no longer there. She felt a deep sense of disappointment. She had, while drinking the water, decided neither she nor her son could avoid any further intimate contact. Things had gone so far, so fast that fucking each other had become inevitable.
She didn’t check on him. Going straight to her room, Peggy removed her clothing, including her panties, and crawled beneath the sheets. She was restless, aroused to a high pitch. Her cunt kept burning, throbbing. The images of Joey and his mother whirled about in her mind. She experienced all of it once again, and found herself even more restless than before. If she could keep the images out of her mind, Peggy thought, perhaps she could sleep. It wasn’t the images, exactly, that made her so restless. It was remembering how she had held her son’s cock, the way he had come off into her hand, the way her son had fucked her fist, feeling her ass.
The sun was coming up by the time she finally went to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Jeff’s attitude toward her was one of shyness, of nervous glances.
Peggy realized her son was wondering if and when they would get it on with each other. She knew it frustrated him. But no more than her! Both were hesitant to make the first move, the initial approach. They avoided talking about that particular night, about watching Joey.
They were polite in their conversations, going out of their ways to do something for the other.
It created an atmosphere of tension, of almost coolness toward each other, a coolness that neither wanted. It was almost like a man and wife, who, after a bitter argument, were searching for ways to make up, but wanting the other to start.
A day or so later, Peggy found the car had a dead battery and refused to start. She had to do some shopping, but the center was too far to walk. The town was quite small, but spread out. There was a local bus service that ran, often as not, late and inefficiently. It was the only means of transportation, though, and she asked her son if he wanted to go with her.
The bus, at first, was not crowded. She and Jeff sat on a bench type seat, and directly across from them was a woman perhaps in her early twenties. Neither had seen this woman before, but both noticed right away that she was very careless in the way she sat. Peggy glanced at Jeff and saw the brightness in his young eyes as he looked at the woman. She saw the same thing her son saw — the woman’s creamy thighs under her dress and the shadow of her panties. The woman was quite good looking, sitting unconcerned with her knees open. Jeff, of course, had a raging hard-on before long. He squirmed about in the seat, licking his lips, gazing boldly at the woman, looking under her dress.
The closer they got to the shopping center, the more crowded the bus became. Peggy stood up a few blocks before their stop, with Jeff standing behind her. She felt his hard cock pressing against the back of her tight jeans, felt his prick throbbing there. She began to sway her hips from side to side, rubbing against his cock. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, getting a grin in return.
Her shopping was done quickly, and they took the bus home again. This trip was uneventful, and Jeff talked about the woman they had seen. He still skirted what they had watched the previous night, and Peggy didn’t mention it either. When they got home, her son, though, disappeared often into the bathroom, and Peggy was sure he was jacking off. She wanted to watch him, to just open the bathroom door and stand there and watch as his fist moved up and down his cock. But she didn’t want to embarrass her son, either.
Shortly after dinner, while it was still light outside, she saw his cock bulging from his pants. He had been talking again about the woman they saw on the bus. She allowed her eyes to gaze unabashedly at the lump in his pants, and when her son started for the bathroom again, she surprised herself by saying, “Stay here, honey. You don’t have to go to the bathroom for that.”
“For what, Mom?” Jeff asked, his gaze on the swell of her tits, pretending he didn’t know what she was talking about.
“For playing with it, baby,” she said, her voice going throaty.
“You know?”
Peggy nodded her head. “It’s obvious you’re playing with it.”
“I can’t help it, Mom,” Jeff replied. “I get so excited, sometimes, talking like this.”
“I’ve noticed,” Peggy murmured, “but you don’t have to use the bathroom. Do it here.”
Jeff said nothing, but his eyes burned on his mother’s swelling, round tits. Peggy gazed hotly at the front of his pants, almost seeing the outline of his throbbing cock.
Peggy was on the couch, her legs crossed, her foot swinging back and forth. There was a tingling feeling between her thighs, and her cunt was wet with excitement. Jeff was in the middle of the floor, stopping there on his way to the bathroom. Peggy brought one hand toward her neck, then laid it on one firm tit deliberately, her fingers moving slowly.
No more words passed between them, but Jeff opened his pants and took out his cock. Peggy’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at her son’s prick. His cock stood out a good five inches, the head swollen and smooth. She swallowed hard as she looked, her fingers digging into her tit, her nipple burning through onto her palm.
As Jeff realized his mother meant it, he opened his pants all the way, letting them fall to his feet. Peggy began to breathe again in ragged gasps. His balls hung heavily beneath his cock. A lurching sensation shot through her crotch and her clit became knotted. Her swinging foot moved faster, although she was not aware of it. Jeff wrapped his hand about his prick and, gazing directly at his mother, began to jack off.
Peggy was moaning softly in her throat as she watched Jeff’s fist moving, sliding from the base of his cock to the sweetly swollen head. His balls swung with his fist-pumping motion and his hips arched forward. Peggy felt a steamy excitement rumbling through her body. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, her eyes bright, somewhat cloudy, with erotic desire in them. Jeff slipped his fist back and forth on his cock, panting as he jacked off in front of her. Watching her son jacking off openly sent hot flashes searing up and down her flesh. She leaned back on the couch, opening her knees and pulling her skirt up a bit.
Jeff’s gaze followed her skirt, seeing his mother’s very long thighs, then the frilly lacy crotch of her panties. Peggy’s legs trembled, and she parted them a few inches; her eyes glazed as she stared at his jacking fist on his cock, his balls swinging back and forth. There was an overpowering desire to take hold of his cock and let him fuck her fist the way he had done the night before. She wanted desperately to feel that hard prick throbbing in her hand, to feel him come into her palm again. She shook with an overwhelming urge to grab his cock and jack him off herself. Her cunt was on fire, the liquid flames devouring her. Her hairlined pussy lips twitched and swelled, and her clit was throbbing with each beat of her heart.
“That’s beautiful,” Peggy murmured, opening her knees farther. “That looks so beautiful, you jacking off, Jeff.”
Her son made no reply except to grunt.
“You have such a beautiful cock, darling,” she went on, her voice very low and throaty, her eyes fixed upon his cock, fist and balls. “So hard and long… A really beautiful cock, Jeff.”
His body was shaking, hips arching forward. His gaze was hot on her crotch, and Peggy felt as if her son could see through her panties, see the wetness of her cunt, see how hot and excited she really was. His fist was moving faster and faster, his tongue hanging out of his mouth now. Peggy knew Jeff was about to come off. With a soft sob of pleasure, she threw her knees very wide, lifting her ass up from the cushions of the couch, her crotch totally exposed to him, dark curls of cunt hair twirling from the lacy crotch of her panties. Peggy’s hands moved along her thigh, and, a few inches from her cunt, she dug her fingers into the sensitive flesh just as Jeff came.
“Uhhhh!” he groaned, the thick white come juice spurting out of his cock and flying a foot away before falling to the carpet.
“Ohhh, nice!” Peggy moaned, watching his cock spurt time and again. Her cunt convulsed almost at the same time her son began to come. “Nice! Beautiful! Oh, you’re coming, honey! Ooooo, you’re coming… really coming!”
When he began to spurt, Jeff squeezed his cock at the base, his other hand gripping his balls, his eyes turning glassy with self-induced ecstasy. Peggy whimpered softly as her cunt contracted in those delicious spasms, her gaze hot on the head of his cock, watching the white come juice fly from his flaring pisshole. She dug harshly into her thigh with sharp fingernails, her ass writhing uncontrollably.
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