Peggy understood her son. She knew he was looking at her, could feel his eyes on her body. After announcing that one time about going to the bathroom, she had never mentioned it again. When she went, she said nothing, but knew her son would be right there, peeking in at her.
She was sure Joey wanted to talk bluntly with her, yet she couldn’t. She needed more time. As days passed, she was slowly adjusting her dress, wearing more revealing clothing than ever before. They were always in good taste, yet sensual and teasing. She was hardly aware of this, but Joey was, most definitely.
Almost all her skirts and dresses were slitted up one side or the other now. A few were slit very high, and if she wasn’t careful, a whole hip would be exposed, even the lace of her panties. She had one particular dress, designed on the lines of a Roman toga, that was silt to her waist. It draped over her shoulders and clung to the tips of her tits nicely. When she wore it, she always let her long, enticing thighs flash and tease.
There were changes coming over her, changes that surprised and delighted her. She was more relaxed, more comfortable, at ease with herself and her exposure. She became accustomed to her son looking at her, seeing the thrust of her tits, the flash of her legs. She no longer blushed when she caught his eyes on her body. Now she would shiver with pleasure, eyeing her son with flirty looks her mouth moist and pouting. Then, a few days after she had enlarged the hole in the bathroom wall, she wore a white toga dress without a body suit. Underneath it, her tits were naked, her nipples straining at it beautifully. She wore a pair of tiny, skimpy panties. The panties were only two triangular pieces of sheer lace, with elastic band about her waist. The dark color of her nipples showed through the thin whiteness of the dress, and when she swirled into the living room where Joey was watching television, her long legs flashing to her waist, she whirled in a circle. The two flaps of her toga-like dress lifted high, revealing the sweet shape of her compact ass, the tiny crotch of her panties.
Then she sat down, letting her skirt fall where it might. It fell with one long leg showing to her hip, the band of her panties exposed, too. Joey immediately forgot his television program, and looked at his mother openly for the first time. Peggy sat with her hands folded in her lap, peeking at him from lowered, half-shy eyes, a very faint smile on her full lips. Joey fidgeted, adjusting his pants as his cock turned hard. Peggy glanced at it, watching his prick swell, seeing the cockhead straining at his pants. Her cunt began throbbing with wetness. She end her son gazed at each other for a long, quiet moment.
Tension filled the room, and Peggy was very close to grabbing her son, fucking him frantically then and there.
She was about to reach for him when the doorbell clanged.
Jerking upright, she felt her face burn as she looked toward the door.
“Joey, I can’t…”
Joey understood, and opened the door, hiding his hard-on behind it. He held it open only for a minute, then closed it.
“Just some guy selling something, Mom,” he said. He leaned against the door, his hips jutting outward, his cock very hard and outlined in his pants.
Peggy stared at his cockbulge, feeling herself shiver with need.
But the moment was broken.
She couldn’t reach for her son now.
She licked her lips as she stared at his cock. Then, with a shudder, she stood up. Swinging her ass enticingly, she grasped the flap of her skirt and waved it around, her long legs showing. She paused at the entrance of the hallway, looking back over her shoulder at him, her eyes smoldering. The faint smile turned erotic, and then she moved swiftly down the tall.
By the time she entered the bathroom, she saw her son’s eyes peering through the peephole. She stood and swayed her hips, swishing her skirt about, flashing her thighs, then the crotch of her lacy panties. She heard her son’s breathing, and flipped the front of her skirt up to her tits, making fucking motions with her hips. She turned her ass toward him, lifting that part of her skirt. She leaned over slightly, waggling her ass, grinding erotically.
She could as easily have done this in the living room, yet it seemed more erotic to have him watch her through the hole in the wall. She knew it was still a pretense. This way she could pretend she was alone, with someone peeking at her, someone she didn’t know. Peggy knew it was only a means of avoiding open confrontation with her son, which was silly and childish, after everything they had done. Yet, she had to play the game this way.
Joey’s eye left the hole, replaced by his thrusting cock. Peggy gazed at his prick, running her hands up and down her body. The cockhead was big and smooth and sweet, wet at the piss hole. She did a dance step forward, leaning down and kissing the head of his cock, then swiping about the smoothness with her tongue. She heard her son gasp, and with a lewd giggle, flipped her skirt up in back and turned around. She jerked her panties away from her cunt, and edged her ass to the wall. She felt her son’s cock brush the slit of her fiery cunt, and she wiggled against it, not taking his cock inside yet. She wiggled her hips in a circle, then up and down.
With the hot head of his cock probed the crinkle of her asshole, Peggy’s eyes popped wide open. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt so far.
Her ex-husband had wanted to fuck her in the ass, she remembered. When she had refused, he had thrown her on the bed and attempted to fuck her resisting asshole against her will. Her cries of pain finally prevented him from fucking her up the ass, and the experience had frightened her. She had watched her ex-husband warily after that, making sure his cock was nowhere near her asshole.
But now…
She had control of Joey’s cock. He couldn’t push his fucker into her asshole. It was she who could rub there, decided how much pressure she wanted. She slipped the seat of her panties down. She pushed her ass backward feeling the head of his cock burning on her tight asshole. Holding her breath, she created a little more pressure. She felt the head of her son’s cock pushing inward. There was no pain now, only a tingling, nice feeling. With the head of his cock pushing against her asshole, Peggy rubbed up and down, feeling the wetness smearing the ass pucker.
In her excitement, she pressed back a bit too hard.
The head of her son’s cock slipped into her ass hole.
“Oh!” Peggy panted, and quickly pulled [missing text].
She turned and stared at his cock, and closing her fist about it. She pumped back and forth, jacking him slowly, twisting her fist about, watching the cockhead bulge.
“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered, but loud enough so her son could hear. “I love the way it feels. So hard and hot and just fits my hand!”
She pressed her body against the wall, smashing her tits. She rubbed her pantied crotch along the fiery shaft of her son’s cock, feeling it throb against the slit of her wet cunt. She moaned softly and squeezed her thighs tightly, feeling her son’s cock. The insides of her creamy thighs were very sensitive, and she suspected it would be very easy to make her son come off this way.
But she wanted to make him come in a different way.
Pulling back, she knelt on the floor of the bathroom. Gripping her son’s cock tightly, she began to jack him. She used her other hand to rub at her cunt, feeling the heat and wetness soak into the crotch of her panties. She listened to her son’s gasping breath, felt the throbbing of his cock in her fist. She became more and more excited.
“Your panties,” she heard Joey gasping. “Use your panties!”
“Oh, yes, I will!” Peggy hissed, stripping her panties off swiftly, ripping one narrow band.
She closed her wet panties about her son’s cock, and began to jerk his prick again. She banged her fist back and forth against the wall, watching the smooth head of his cock disappear into her fist, then bulge out, wet and gleaming, his piss hole flaring. She listened to his grunts and groans, and knew she could make him come easily this way. The satiny feel of her panties on his cock excited her about as much as it did Joey. She again began to fondle her hairy cunt as she
jacked on her son’s cock, dipping her finger into the juicy heat of her pussy, wiggling it about, then bringing the wet finger up and smearing her cunt juices about the head of his prick.
She adjusted her panties so she could see the head of his cock, and began to pound back and forth faster and faster, gasping with hot excitement. She was going to make him come, she decided. She would jack her son’s cock off with her fist, watch him gush that thick jizz out of his young balls.
Faster and faster she jerked, gurgling in a thick sound. Her eyes blazed with ecstasy, her lips parted, her tongue flicking at them. She lifted her free hand, cupping it about the head of his cock when he saw the juices increase.
“Come,” she heard herself cry softly. “Come in my hand.”
“Just about!” Joey grunted. “Faster! Pump faster, Mom!”
“Yes baby,” she replied, speeding up her jerky motions.
A wild cry came from the other side of the wall, and Peggy squealed when she saw the thick him gushing from the head of her son’s cock. She caught his come juice in her hand, feeling it so hot as it pooled there. She jacked hard, squeezing tightly. When her son finished coming, her hand was full of the thick creamy liquid. She clutched his cock very hard, drawing her hand toward the cockhead, watching a bead of come juice seep out of his piss hole.
Her tongue flicked up, then — still holding her son’s cock — she began to smear his cock cream about her face, moaning as her pussy contracted with orgasm.
“Ooooh!” she moaned. “Ahhhhh, wonderful!”
Joey had no idea what his mother was doing. His cock was gripped tightly in her fist, and he couldn’t pull it back through the hole. His prick was starting to droop, but his mother clutched it firmly.
How long she held her son’s cock this way, wiping his come juice into her face, Peggy had no idea. However, it must have been five or ten minutes. During that time, Peggy experienced a series of orgasms she would have thought impossible only a few days before. For a woman who had not experienced an orgasm in years, she was suddenly enjoying multiple orgasms of such fierce intensity she could hardly stand it.
“Mom, turn loose, please,” she heard her son saying.
Her fingers relaxed, and she felt him starting to pull his cock back from the peephole. Then, suddenly, she gripped his limp cock hard again, clinging to the cockhead and stopping him.
“Pee for me,” she whispered.
“I didn’t hear you, Mom.”
“Honey, I said pee for me,” she said a bit louder.
“What?”
“Piss for me!” she shouted. “Piss, Joey! Piss through the hole!”
She couldn’t see his cock in her fist, and slowly relaxed her grip. But when she felt his cock pulling back, she clutched hard again.
“No, Joey!” she hissed. “Piss through the hole? I want to watch you piss!”
This time as her fingers reined, his cock remained there. The prickhead was barely showing because his cock was so limp and soft, but Peggy could see it, and she waited breathlessly for her son to send a stream of hot, golden piss into her bathroom.
At first, Joey seemed to have some trouble. He dribbled a small amount of piss, but the force was not enough to send it past the hole in the wall.
“Harder!” Peggy hissed excitedly.
The piss stream grew with power, and then it gushed through the hole and splashed onto the floor. Peggy gurgled hotly, her eyes haze as she stared at his piss stream.
OOO Joey!
She moved her hand into the stream, feeling the heat of his piss. She tried to wiggle her fingers into the peephole, wanting to pull his cock through it, but she couldn’t. Now, all she could see was the spraying stream of hot golden piss. She shoved both her hands into it, tasting the acrid flavor of piss. Shivers ran about her body, shivers of such ecstasy, she almost came again.
Time and again, she used her son’s piss to wash away the come juice on her face, enjoying it. It was so perverse, it thrilled her unlike anything she could think of.
With a cry, she scooted on her knees until she was in front of the peephole. Lifting her skirt, she spread her knees wide, shoving her cunt into the piss stream. When she felt her son pissing on her pussy, she moaned and looked down. The thick hair of her cunt was matted wetly against her flesh, and she pulled at the hairy pussy lips, making her clit strain forward. She arched and angled her cunt until she was taking her son’s piss upon her clit. It stung in a delicious way. Pulling at the lips of her pussy, she lifted her cunt high, trying to have him piss directly upon the sensitive cunt lips.
“Ooooo, that feels so good!” she hissed.
Joey, not knowing what his mother was talking about, asked: “What are you doing, Mom?”
But Peggy couldn’t tell him.
As his piss dribbled and finally stopped, she found herself embarrassed by what she had done. Not because of jacking him off or washing her face with his come juice — but because of how good it had felt to have him piss on her cunt, how much she had enjoyed dipping her tongue into his piss, how much she liked that strange taste.
CHAPTER FIVE
Peggy contemplated the hole in the wall. It had served its purpose, but she wanted to be close to her son, skin to skin, now. It was foolish, she thought, to keep up the pretense of it all. Despite not talking about it before each other, they did talk through the wall every time. Her son certainly was not pretending it was some other woman on the other side. He called her Mom each time.
Peggy wanted to stroke her son, caress his young body with her hands, to fondle him openly, feel of his sweet, young balls and tight ass.
She wanted to be lewd with him, erotic, without the damned wall between them. She wanted him to see her, without peeking through a hole. She didn’t want to be careful how she sat in his presence, how she was dressed.
She didn’t have to ask Joey what he felt; it was in his eyes. He tried to peek at her all the time, now. She would catch him looking at her when he felt she wouldn’t notice. She had seen the eager gleam in his eyes so often, that hungry, anxious expression on his young face. It had been so long since she had slept next to a warm body, and she missed having someone in bed with her all night.
Peggy bathed carefully, then she dried herself and, standing at the sink in her bathroom, applied perfume to her ears, between her tits, the backs of her knees, then with an impish giggle, along her inner thighs. She brushed her hair until it sparkled with highlights. Although her lips didn’t need it, she applied, a very faint coat of lip stick. Pleased with her appearance, she glanced at her reflection, seeing her firm tits with those brown nipples ever so stiff.
A pair of lacy, very skimpy, panties was pulled onto her hips. She adjusted the crotch to allow thick cunt hair to stick from the tight band. Behind, most of her ass cheeks were revealed. She pulled on a thin satin blouse, because it clung to her tits, making her nipples practically beg for attention. She then chose a straight skirt, a skirt that hugged and out lined the teasing shape of her swelling ass, falling just to the top of her knees. It wasn’t the dress of a woman planning a seduction, but the dress of a woman feeling sensual with exciting possibilities. Men looked at her when dressed this way, and Joey would be no different, she knew.
Without nylons, she slipped into a pair of high heels. Her legs were tanned enough so she could get away with this. Besides, the heels emphasized the length and slenderness of her thighs.
Joey would be home soon, and she waited for him likes virgin schoolgirl. Although she had handled his cock through the hole in the wall, fucked him deliciously, made him come in her face and stared hotly as he pissed, she felt as if this would be the first time for her and Joey. She made herself a cup of instant coffee, and drank it nervously. She kept looking at the clock, and the closer it came to time for her son to arrive, she was pacing. Then it was a few minutes past time, and Peggy was about to start climbing the walls. Her cunt was pulsating wetly, and her nipples actually ached, they were so hard. She thought about meeting
her son at the door, her dress up, legs parted, with a finger jammed into her cunt. She thought about standing there with her back to him, leaning over, her skirt at her waist, offering her pantied ass to his eyes just as he came in.
She thought and thought, and became more eager as the time went by.
When Joey arrived, she was still pacing the floor, wringing her hands, wondering what was keeping him. She stood in the middle of the floor and just stared at him as he entered. Joey glanced at her, shut the door, and dropped his books on the floor. He didn’t come toward her, but leaned there, looking at her. He sensed a change in his mother, and he saw the way her nipples protruded against her satin blouse. He saw the fire in her eyes and the slight part of her lips, the way the tip of her pink tongue seemed to move just behind them, touching her white teeth.
“Joey,” she said, her voice whispery.
Joey nodded his head once, staring directly at her thrusting nipples. His cock started swelling, and he made no effort to hide this fact. Peggy saw it, and lowered her eyes. She watched her son’s cockbulge grow and harden, and her palms started itching. She felt the lips of her cunt throb and grow tight, her clit tingling and burning. She wanted to run to him, grasp his cock tightly, shove her tongue down his young throat, grab his ass and strain her body against his. Yet, her feet were frozen to the floor. Her legs trembled, and her knees felt like rubber. She licked her lips as she stared at his cockbulge.
Then, with a cry, Peggy almost leaped at her son.
Her right hand smashed against his hard cock, her left sliding behind him and cupping a tight cheek of his young ass. Her mouth lowered, and with a moan, she thrust her tongue past his lips.
Joey grunted with surprise, his mouth opening to accept his mothers fiery, flicking tongue. His cock throbbed against her palm as she tried to squeeze it through his pants. Her fingers clutched the cheek of his ass and she squirmed her lower body against his. Joey’s hands shot around his mother’s waist, then down over the swells of her ass, her tongue licking like liquid fire inside his mouth. He squeezed his mother’s ass through her skirt and panties, making Peggy groan against his lips. Feverishly, she rubbed at her son’s cockbulge wiggling her ass.
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