The longstanding animosity between her and her parents, had happened fifteen years ago…
Peggy had allowed a boy she liked very much to slip her panties off, to fondle her. She had become very aroused, and by the time the boy had put her hand on his cock, she was wanting it almost desperately. She had never been so aroused in her life.
When the boy had spread her young body out on the back seat of the car, she had lain there passively, breathing hard. Her young cunt had been vibrating so deliciously that she couldn’t stand it. She had to feel his cock inside her virgin cunt, fucking her.
She had given in, and the results of her mindless night of passion on the back seat of a car was her son, Tommy.
It was also the beginning of her break with her parents.
She was no longer welcome in the home she had grown up in, and neither was her son. She had moved out, taking only her clothing and what little savings she had from babysitting jobs. With very little money and a baby, she had ridden a crowded, stinking bus over a hundred miles to a new town and a new life.
It had been hard on her, very hard, but she worked hard, endured with a bulldog like tenacity, and with sheer grit, had overcome her poverty situation until now she and Tommy were somewhat comfortable, owning her own home and a reasonably new car and Tommy had friends.
And now, a baby sister!
As crazy as it seemed, Peggy had gotten herself fucked once in her life, and only once. She had lived that wild night on the back seat of the car many, many times, straining her cunt onto her fingers and come with hot waves of sweet ecstasy. Her fingers satisfied her, but only to some small degree. Her fingers would never be a satisfactory substitute for a hard, hot, thick cock.
Thirty years old, and only fucked once.
It was worse than being an old maid at thirty years old. At least an old maid didn’t know what she had been missing. Peggy knew what she had been missing all this time.
Cock was available. Being one of the more beautiful women in the town, Peggy certainly had offers. Men, single and married, sniffed around her, flirting, teasing, doing all they could to fuck her. Peggy saw trouble in every one of them. Not one of them was interested in a commitment to a woman, regardless of how beautiful she was.
She dressed modestly, in an attempt to keep those men away. She chose her dresses with care, and never bought anything revealing or too tight. She knew the people in town thought she was strange, and some even whispered that she was a lesbian.
Now with a baby sister coming to stay, the rumors would surely take off like wild fire, she knew. No one would ever believe it was her sister. Why, her sister was two years younger than her own son!
And she was arriving tomorrow.
Peggy couldn’t even remember her sister’s name. She had heard it once on the phone from the attorney, but now couldn’t remember it.
And, if a baby sister wasn’t enough, she had just found out that Tommy had his eye on her, just like the men in town.
She had caught him a week ago frying to peek at her as she bathed, sneaking to the door and pushing it open to look in as she relaxed in her tub. She had seen him looking at her, and she had been so surprised that she couldn’t move for a few moments, giving her son a very long look at her tits. When she did move, she wrapped her arms about her tits and screamed at him to get out.
Then, two nights ago, she had found a pair of her panties beneath his pillow. The crotch had been wet, and she knew immediately why he had taken them. He had used them to jack off on, coming on the crotch. She had been unable to confront her son about it, and she had a difficult time looking into Tommy’s eyes all day. He knew that she had found them, too, but he didn’t say anything.
And then, just last night…
Peggy picked up the pillows and smoothed them out on her bed, her features softening somewhat as she sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded in her lap.
Last night, she had done something she should have been ashamed of, but wasn’t.
Tommy had been lying on his back in the middle of the floor, and she had stepped over him to change the channels on the television. She could have stepped around him, but she had stepped right over his head. Not only that, but she had stayed that way for a while, knowing that her son was looking up her dress, between her legs, gazing at the crotch of her panties. She had seen his cock bulge in his jeans as she stood there, and Peggy had almost come.
She was shaking and nervous by the time she sat back down, and she couldn’t concentrate on the television program. Her son had not moved, and she could see his hard-on in his pants, but he didn’t glance at her at all.
Why had she stepped over his head and let him look up her dress, Peggy couldn’t understand. Perhaps it was knowing that he was using her panties in order to jack off, or maybe it was due to her own longsuffering frustration. For a woman who had been fucked only once in her life, Peggy had some wild, erotic hungers that were becoming very hard to control.
Last night, alone in her bed, Peggy had given herself half a dozen orgasms with her fingers, the most she had ever experienced. And in her mind she had fantasized about her son, about his cock straining inside his pants.
She didn’t think he was fucking some little girl. She wasn’t sure Tommy knew any girls, at least close enough to fuck them. He was a loner, staying away from most of the boys and girls, and she felt it was due to her rumored reputation. Obviously he had heard snide comments about her, if not from boys and girls at school, then from some man he passed on the street. She had seen him come home filled with fury with his shirt torn. She had finally gotten it out of him that he had been fighting for her, protecting her with his fists against those cruel, harsh words.
She stood, looking at her reflection in the mirror. If she was a lesbian, she said to herself, then she was the most beautiful one she had ever heard about.
Peggy had rich, dark brown hair, with an oval shaped face and wide set eyes of sparkling green. Her complexion was a light olive color, and her skin satiny to the touch. She had firm tits. Her stomach was flat and her waist small.
There was nothing wrong with her looks at all.
She was lovely and desirable, even through the icy gleam in her eyes when a man made a pass at her. She grinned at her reflection, saying in her mind, If they only knew what I was really like, really wanted, they’d be lined up outside the door, day and night, weeks on end.
A bitch in heat.
The phrase slipped into her mind, and she knew it was true. She was in heat, a deep heat.
And no one to cool the fire between her thighs.
Unless… Peggy shrugged away from the mirror.
She stood near the bed, eyes closed, seeing her son’s cock bulge in his pants last night. The steamy wetness in her cunt kept tormenting her, torturing her, until, she was certain she would lose her mind. She wanted to tear her clothing off and stuff everything she could find up her cunt. To fuck herself insane.
The banging of the front door drew her attention.
She heard her son moving down the hall past her room and into the hall bath. She heard the bathroom door slam, and she knew Tommy had gotten into more trouble at school.
She left her room and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Tommy, are you all right, honey?”
She heard a muffled sob.
“Tommy, answer me!” she demanded. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Mom.”
“Are you sun?”
“Yes, I’m sure! Please, Mom, just let me use the bathroom, okay?”
She walked to the living room, knowing that he had some problems. Everytime he came home from school and went straight to the bathroom, she knew he had some difficulty. She sat down on the couch and waited, knees together, hands folded in her lap.
She looked up when he entered. “Oh, Tommy!” she gasped.
His nose was puffy and bloody. She jumped up and ran to him, taking his face in her hands and examining him closely. His upper lip was swollen, a
nd there was a small split near the corner. “You’ve been fighting again!”
“Aw, it wasn’t much of a fight, Mom,” he said modestly.
“But you’re hurt, darling.”
“Only a bloody nose and split lips,” he grinned. “You should have seen the other guy… not a mark on him.”
“Oh, Tommy!” she said, hugging him. “You know I don’t like you fighting. And you promised me you wouldn’t fight anymore.”
“I had to,” he said, hugging her about the waist. “Mom, sometimes a guy has to fight…”
“There’s never an excuse to fight,” she replied softly, running her hand through his hair, kissing his forehead. “Fighting is primitive and vulgar and I don’t like to see you hurt.”
Tommy pulled away from her. She put her hand on his shoulder and felt him shaking.
“What was it this time?”
“Aw, just some silly comment,” he replied.
“Was it about me again, darling?” She felt a shudder go through his shoulder. She turned him toward her, looking into his eyes. “Tommy, were you fighting about me again?”
Tommy glanced up at her, and she saw the torment in his young eyes.
He nodded, once, then tried to look away, but she caught his chin and held his face so he had to look at her.
“Tommy, I’ve told you so many times it doesn’t matter what people say about me. Words can’t harm me, you know that. Why can’t you just walk away when you hear thou vile comments?”
“I can’t, Mom,” he said, his lips trembling. “I just can’t walk away when they say bad things about you.”
“What am I ever going to do with you?” she said softly, drawing his face close to hers.
She had not intended it to happen that way; she was going to kiss his cheek, near the split on his lip. Somehow, her lips smashed into those of her son’s.
She felt her son’s arms come around her waist and pull her tightly against his body. She was surprised to find her lips on his, but then she was kissing him, feverishly, holding him tightly, moaning softly. Her moist lips writhed against his, and her lower body pressed forward. She felt his cock stiffen along her upper thigh, and she couldn’t pull away. She kissed him with even more passion, her hands clutching at his back.
When they pulled apart, Tommy’s eyes were glazed with desire for her, and Peggy began to tremble, her legs feeling like rubber, her cunt on fire, her tits straining out with stiff nipples inside her dress and bra.
“Tommy…” she whispered.
“Mom, you’re not a whore, are you?” he asked, barely loud enough for her to hear.
“A whore? Tommy, do you know what a whore is?”
He nodded. “A lady that takes money from… to… you know, to do it, Mom.”
Peggy stared at him long and hard.
“And you’re not a lesbian, either, are you?”
“Do you know what a lesbian is?” she countered.
“A girl that likes other girls and not men,” he whispered.
Peggy felt him shaking, and he looked as if he was about to cry. She glanced down, and saw his cock pushing at the front of his jeans. She could even see it move with throbbing power.
“Tommy,” she said in a shaky voice. “I’m not a whore and I’m not a lesbian. I’ve never touched another girl in my entire life, and only one man has ever… your father, Tommy, was the only man I’ve been with.”
“But everyone calls you…”
“I’ve told you, darling, don’t listen to them.”
“Mom, how can I not listen.”
“You’re ashamed of me, aren’t you?”
“No… no way, Mom.”
“Tommy, about last night… when I stepped over you… it was, you know… wanted to.”
“Mom, about your panties…”
“Hush,” she said, putting a finger to his lips. “We have to… Tommy, I’ve got I need…”
Her hand fluttered downward, the back of it brushing across the front of his pants, feeling the heat of his hard on.
CHAPTER TWO
Tommy stood still, unmoving, staring at his mother’s face.
Peggy brushed the back of her hand across his cock once more, slower this time. She felt her son respond by pressing forward. When she returned the pressure, she felt him tremble. She turned her hand, placing the palm against his cock, and a soft gasp came from him.
She lifted his hand upward. Tommy gasped when his mother placed it on her tit.
Peggy felt his hand shaking on her tit. Now she lightly closed her fingers around his cock, feeling it pulsate with heat though his pants. She increased the pressure until she was squeezing Tommy’s prick. As her fingers closed tighter around his cock, his hand closed tighter on her tit.
Peggy could hardly stand, her legs feeling like rubber. She breathed deeply, her emotions soaring. She pulled her son’s other hand up to her tit, and he stood clasping both. She massaged his cock with tight squeezes, her tits throbbing beneath his hands as she began to gasp for air.
“Oh, Tommy!” she cried softly. Then, feverishly, she began to yank at his belt and fly. “Tommy, baby… oh, God, darling!”
Tommy’s pants dropped, but not below his hips. His cock jutted out with a powerful hardness, the swollen head twitching up and down. He clung to his mother’s tits even as she stepped back to look down between them.
Peggy stared.
Her son’s cock surprised her with its thick length and the swollen roundness of the head. She had not expected his cock to be so large. He was, to her, still a little boy, but he had a man-sized cock.
Tommy’s cock looked gorgeous, truly gorgeous. She felt her hand itching to touch it, feel it, play with it. But all she could do was watch it jerk up and down. She saw the wetness glistening on the small slit of his pisshole, and she felt the strangest urge to lick the juices away.
“Ohhh, baby,” she moaned as she tested the hardness.
“Mom, does this mean…” Tommy groaned, unable to finish.
Peggy couldn’t answer him, either. All she could do was stand there shaking, holding his cock, squeezing it, while he clung to her tits. Her cunt was throbbing. She felt the wetness of her pussy seep against the crotch of her panties, and her ass was bunching up as she squeezed her thighs together. Tommy’s cock felt as if it burned her hand.
With a soft gasp, Peggy began pumping her son’s cock.
Tommy groaned and pushed his hips forward, digging into her tits hard, his eyes rolling.
Feeling the hard throbbing of her son’s cock, she jerked faster and faster, making his balls swing and dance as they hung full and hot. The more she jerked on his cock, the more juice dripped from his pisshole. Her palm became slippery with it, making her fist slide easily on his cock. She closed her palm about the smooth head, sliding her fingers up and down the shaft. Her other hand was clinging to his shoulder, her hips swaying now.
“Tommy, please!” she whimpered, pulling hard on his cock. “Ohhh, baby, please!”
She dropped to her knees, bringing her son with her.
On their knees in the middle of the living room floor, Peggy smashed her mouth to her son’s, licking at the corner of his mouth. She plunged her tongue deep into her son’s mouth.
Her hand left his shoulder and darted to his waist, then his ass. She squeezed the cheek of his ass and jerked at his cock with feverish hunger. She realized that her son was too stunned by her sudden actions to initiate any of his own. She released his cock and ass, jerking her skirt upward and slipping a finger into the crotch of her panties. Then she pulled her son’s cock to her cunt, trying to stuff it into her pussy as they knelt on the floor. But it didn’t work.
“Tommy! Ohhh, my baby!” she sobbed, falling back, bringing her son on top of her.
She flung her legs wide apart, and, pulling her panties to one side, she grasped his cock and stuffed the swollen head into her cunt.
“Push!” she cried out in a thick voice.
She lifted her ass.
Her son pushed.
Peggy let out a soft squeal as she felt her son’s cock stretch her hairy cunt, then slither in deep, filling her pussy. She wrapped her arms about his back, her legs around his hips, and they clung together, breathing hard.
Tommy felt his mother’s satiny cunt caress his cock with waving motions, and she felt his cock throb hard deep inside her pussy, his hot balls resting against her pantied ass. Peggy had forgotten the intense pleasure of a cock being inside her cunt after all these years, and she felt like crying with sheer rapture. It was Tommy’s first time ever to have a cunt wrapped about his cock, and he was so excited, he wondered if he was going to come too soon.
With tears of joy in her eyes, Peggy placed her hands on her son’s face, looking at his awed expression. “Tommy, I feel like a virgin again.”
“I am one, Mom,” he replied. Then quickly corrected himself. “I was until my… until we…”
“Put that beautiful thing in me?” she replied in a low, soft voice.
Tommy nodded. He felt his mother’s cunt squeeze his cock, and he moaned.
Peggy, too, felt what her cunt had done.
“Oh, my!” she purred, sliding her hands down his back.
She pushed her hands to his naked ass, lowering her feet to the floor, her knees bent and spread apart.
“We’ve got to do it, darling!” she gasped. “Mother has to do it! And with what I feel down there, inside me, you have to do it, too.”
Tommy lay on top of her, his face buried into her neck, her pointy tits smashed against his chest. He withdrew his cock, feeling the tight pull of his mother’s cunt on it, then he pushed it back in.
Peggy cried out, clutching his ass. She lifted her cunt to his downstroke and lowered it as he pulled upward. She began to cry, holding him as they fucked in unison, slowly, both of them still surprised at what they were doing.
Tommy was breathing hard, kissing wetly at her neck, his hands and arms near her shoulders, positioned as if he was about to do pushups. But the only pushups his body was doing was his ass, driving his cock in and out of his mother’s cunt, as if in slow motion.
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