Kathy Andrews - Mom peeps on the neighbors

Bobby, she was delighted to notice, had almost shot his wad in his shorts then.

Susan laughed, and finished up with the shopping hurriedly. She kept her son close to her as she shopped, whispering in his ear.

"You're hard," she whispered. "One of these women will see your cock and grab it. It sure looks good, baby."

Bobby made no effort to conceal the outline of his hard cock, even when one woman stared directly at it. Susan saw the expression in the woman's eyes, and it was obvious to Susan the woman was excited, aroused, and probably had a very wet cunt at that moment.

They hurried home with the purchases, Susan burning up to have her son's cock fucking her. As they started up the stairs to their apartment, Mary came out of hers. She greeted them.

"Hi," Bobby said brightly, not concealing his interest in the beautiful girl.

Susan smiled at Mary, then saw the direction Mary's eyes went. Glancing down, she saw her son's cock still pressed out hard against his jogging shorts. Looking back at Mary, she saw the heat in those eyes.

Mary, after looking at Bobby's big cock-bulge, looked at Susan and smiled in a cute, yet wicked, manner, then left the building.

Inside their apartment, Susan dropped the bags as soon as the door was closed, grabbing for her son's cock.

"She wants your cock, Bobby," she said, her voice husky. "You see how she looked at it?"

Bobby nodded, more interested in his mother because she was instantly available.

Susan drew his cock from the leg of his jogging shorts and, releasing it, began to strip her blouse and shorts from her body quickly, her eyes hot.

"Fuck me!" she said, almost screaming in her need. "Fuck me now!"

Susan was near the couch, and she fell back on it, spreading her long legs widely, arching her hairy cunt up, her hands pulling the puffy lips of her pussy apart. Bobby dropped to his knees between his mother's thighs and, leaning forward, began to run the flat surface of his tongue up and down her wet, slippery cunt lips. Susan thrust her hips into his face, grinding and mewling. Bobby shoved his shorts down as he licked at his mother's cunt, then he raised his face from her pussy and moved his cock to her cunt.

Susan lifted her crotch high, drawing her knees back against her tits. Her ass was lifted as her son fucked his prick into her pussy.

"Ooooo, yes!" Susan wailed, grinding against his cock as he started plunging it. "Fuck me fast, Bobby! I'm so Goddamned hot… in the store, then seeing Mary look at you… ohhhh, I'm so fucking hot! Fuck mother! Fuck mother's wet cunt! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Bobby clung to his mother's twisting hips, watching his cock being devoured by her hair-lined pussy. He could stand on his knees without moving, and his mother would fuck him frantically, doing all the work. Her cunt pulled at his prick, the pussy lips sucking it, and she kept wailing with the boiling ecstasy, her head twisting about as she whimpered and sobbed. She churned her cunt on his fucker hard and fast, and suddenly his cock slipped out. Bobby, in his rush to have his cock back inside her cunt, rammed forward.

"Oh! Yes!" Susan screamed.

Bobby's cock fucked into her asshole instead of her cunt, and it sank all the way.

"Fuck my asshole!" Susan screamed, clawing at her cunt with both hands now. "Fuck mother up the ass!"

Bobby pressed his hands at the back of his mother's thighs, fucking his cock in and out of her uplifted asshole. He stared with excitement as his mother finger-fucked her cunt with one hand and rubbed brutally at her clit with the other. The stimulation of her finger fucking into her cunt, the violent twisting and pulling of her clit, and the throbbing heat of her son's cock burning inside her asshole, sent Susan in to wild convulsions quickly.

She came, gurgling and murmuring incoherent words. She twisted and churned her ass up and down.

"Ooooo! Ohhhhh!" Susan wailed.

"Uh… uh… uh!" Bobby grunted.

Through the violence of her orgasms, Susan still felt the hot, hard throbbing of her son's cock deep inside her asshole. Jerking her hands away from her hairy cunt, she ran them down and behind her uptilted ass. She clawed at the smooth, round cheeks of her ass, pulling them widely apart, wanting her son's cock to fuck deeper and deeper.

"Come, come, come!" she yelped. "I want that cock coming up my fucking hot ass, Bobby! Ohhhhh, darling, fill mother's hot ass with that sweet, sweet come juice!"

Bobby was fucking in wild motions, grunting heavily as his prick strained, his balls drawing up very tight at the base of his cock. His handsome young face was twisted into a grimace of intense ecstasy, his eyes squeezed shut. Susan pulled at her ass cheeks, trying to spread them more so he could fuck very deep.

"I'm about to… I'm gonna… come!"

"Yes, yes!" she gurgled, fucking her ass up and down on his cock.

Bobby shoved as deep as he could with his cock, his balls pressing tightly. He gave a loud grunt, then came.

Susan felt her son's come juice as it splashed deep inside her ass, triggering a more intense orgasm inside her bubbling cunt. Her clit seemed to become knotted painfully, and the hair-lined lips of her pussy clenched in twitching delight.

With the final spurt of come juice into his mother's asshole, Bobby slumped forward.

Susan spread her knees so he could rest on top of her, his breath searing her tits. She cuddled him tightly, kissing the top of his head as he rested. Her feet dropped to the floor, the hot, smooth, inner surfaces brushing his hips. His cock dragged up to the sensitive lips of her cunt, and still another orgasm ripped through Susan.

"Ohhhhh…" she mewled softly, the orgasm not as strong as the others, but so pleasant to her.

"I'm going to get Mary for you," she whispered as she caressed his hair. "I'm going to get her for you, darling."

Susan wasn't sure how she would keep her promise.

There was no way she could just walk up to Mary and say: "I want you to fuck my son."

For one thing, it would embarrass her even if not Mary. And for another thing, she wasn't sure that it was what Mary wanted.

Susan didn't know how to go about it. She had told her son she would get Mary for him, in a moment of passion, and now she didn't know if she would be able to keep her promise. Mary might misunderstand, too, and think it was Susan who was interested in her.

That would be very embarrassing to Susan, if Mary thought she was making a pass at her.

It was two days before something happened that gave Susan the opportunity she needed.

She had been out, and Bobby was off someplace alone for the first time in months. As she came into the apartment building toward the stairs leading to her apartment, she found Mary sitting halfway up the stairs. Mary was on a level with Susan's head as she stood at the bottom.

The girl grinned and said: "I locked myself out, and the manager isn't around."

"Isn't it hot up there on the stairs?" Susan said.

"Very, but at least I can sit down."

Susan started up, then stopped. Mary had been sitting there with her knees together, her skirt smoothed over them. But when Susan put her foot on the bottom step, Mary suddenly opened her knees. Susan found herself staring between those wide knees, at the smooth, inviting surfaces of Mary's thighs, and the blonde triangle of cunt hair there. Susan froze where she was, one foot on the step, the other on the floor. She stared directly into Mary's cunt, and her tongue moved over her lips with out her being aware of it.

But Mary was aware of it. Her eyes gleamed and she moved her own tongue over her full lips, and the significance of it dawned on Susan.

Still looking at Mary's cunt, Susan found herself saying: "You never wear panties, do you?"