Kathy Andrews - Mom peeps on the neighbors

"But, I don't understand, Mary," Susan said in a lazy voice. "That man and my son. He saw you before I did. Weren't you worried about Bobby? He's so young, you know."

Mary laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Worried about Bobby? Oh, no, Susan. I knew he was looking down at me, and I enjoyed it. It would make me so hot and I knew he loved seeing me. I bet his little cock would get hard. I hoped he would come, just watching me."

"He did," Susan replied, smiling as she remembered that first time when they had watched Mary together. "He did come, all over the place."

"With your help," Mary laughed. "Oh, I saw both of you looking at me, remember. I knew then you were fucking Bobby. Or least playing with his cock."

When Susan looked into Mary's face, she saw those blue eyes gleaming hotly.

"I did jack him off," Susan admitted.

"You haven't fucked him?"

For a moment Susan didn't answer, then she slowly nodded her head. "I guess it doesn't matter if you know, Mary."

"You're right, it doesn't matter," Mary laughed, again in that throaty way. "I think it's beautiful, fucking your son. He's such a handsome young boy."

"Was that man on the patio your boyfriend?" Susan asked.

"Oh, no, not him. I don't have a boyfriend, not really," Mary replied. "But I couldn't seem to get you interested by just being naked and playing with myself. I let that guy pick me up on the condition he fuck me on the patio. He thought I was kinky, but he went along with it. I thought if you saw me fucking, it would turn you on and then we could do this."

"It turned me on," Susan said. "But I had no idea you were trying to attract my attention. I thought it was my son you wanted. What turned me on was seeing you on the stairs a while ago, looking up between your legs."

"I had to do something, Susan," Mary said, caressing the rounded smoothness of Susan's ass. "I was getting desperate for you. So, I took a chance. I didn't really lock myself out of my apartment."

"I didn't think so," Susan laughed. "I knew the manager was home because I waved to him as I passed his office window outside."

"People sure play a lot of games, don't they?" Mary laughed.

She squeezed Susan's naked ass. "I've got get out of here, I guess. I'd love to spend the rest of the evening and all night long with you, but I've got to go, I suppose."

"Why, Mary?"

"Bobby, remember?" Mary slapped Susan's ass playfully. "You wouldn't want him to come in and see us, would you? Maybe we can be together tomorrow. Please, Susan, let's not let this be the only time. I want you too much."

After Mary left, Susan remained on the floor, her dress up past her hips, her thighs still parted. Her panties lay discarded on the couch.

She should have told Mary how much her son, Bobby, wanted to fuck her. Susan was certain Mary would let him fuck her, she was such a hot piece. And she knew, from seeing her with the man, that she fucked with men, too. Maybe Mary preferred to lick a cunt, but she did fuck, and that would delight Bobby. If Mary would let him fuck her.

From what Mary had told her about hoping she had caused the boy to come off looking at her, surely Mary would fuck Bobby.

Susan was so tired from the multiple orgasms, she was drifting off to sleep on the floor, her mind floating with pleasant thoughts. She heard the door open, but was so relaxed, she didn't open her eyes.

Bobby stepped into the room, saw his mother lying on the floor, her feet toward him. He stood there and looked at her, thinking he had never seen her looking so erotic before. He could see her bushy cunt, the swell of her ass, the insides of her creamy thighs. He moved quietly, thinking she was asleep. He sat on the floor next to her hips, looking at her ass cheeks, her thighs.

Susan heard the slight rustle of clothing, and somehow thought it was Mary, returning to become involved again. She wiggled her ass.

"Mmmmm, touch me again, Mary," she murmured.

Bobby glanced at his mother's face, then leaned over and looked between her thighs. Susan stretched her legs wider, lifting her ass up and twisting slowly.

"I'm not Mary, Mom," he said.

Susan opened her eyes and saw her son. She grinned widely at him.

"Then you touch my ass, honey. You touch my ass and cunt and legs and all over."

She sighed as her son began to caress her thighs and naked ass. She slipped a hand between his legs and found his cock. She rubbed his prick with her palm, feeling it grow into that sweet, beautiful hardness.

Susan drew her knees underneath her body, causing her ass to thrust into the air. "Mmmm, baby, fuck me," Susan moaned. "I want your cock up my cunt so much, darling. Fuck mother, please."

Bobby leaned close to his mother's naked, creamy ass. He stared at her hair-lined cunt, seeing it wet and throbbing, her asshole winking in invitation.

"Take your pants off and fuck mother, Bobby," Susan crooned, waving her uptilted ass erotically. "I need your cock so badly, baby. I need a hard cock up my cunt now… right now, honey."

Bobby didn't know what had gotten his mother so hot so quickly, but it didn't matter. He stood up and took his pants off, his cock springing free. He dropped to his knees behind his mother's upraised ass, and Susan reached between her thighs to grasp his cock. She rubbed the swollen cock head up and down her pulsating cunt, cooing softly with the contact.

Bobby looked down as his mother fitted the smooth head of his cock into her hairy cunt. He gazed with hot eyes as she moved her ass backwards, sliding her hot, wet cunt lips over his prick slowly. Susan mewled with pleasure as she felt her cunt stretching around her son's throbbing cock, so unlike a tongue… Mary's tongue.

Bobby's cock filled her cunt the way she wanted it filled, stretching her pussy and stuffing it in that delicious way. She sighed softly as the stretching, hairy lips of her cunt pressed against the base of her son's cock, and she was gurgling with the ecstatic feel of his fucker so deep inside her burning, slippery cunt. She moved her ass, fucking her son as he stood still. He looked down, past the split of her ass cheeks, seeing those tight lips of his mother's cunt fucking back and forth on his hard prick.

He rested his hands on his mother's ass, caressing the flesh as she moved back and forth, her back swayed and her ass high, her cunt pooching from her thighs. It seemed to Bobby that his mother's cunt was tighter, hotter, wetter than before.

He tried to sit on his heels, to let his mother bang her ass onto his cock. He could go back only so far, but he held himself in that awkward position because now he could see her cunt fucking on his cock very well. He saw her asshole clenching as she fucked back and forth, and he rubbed it with a fingertip, bringing mewls of delight from his mother.

"Up my ass," Susan moaned. "Finger my asshole, darling. Finger-fuck my ass while I've got your cock up my cunt!"

Bobby shoved his finger, and it entered his mother's steaming asshole easily. But he didn't finger-fuck her; he let her swing her ass back and forth, watching her fuck on his cock and finger at the same time.

Susan mewled softly, feeling intensely erotic, this position making her cunt and asshole free to her son, so vulnerable for anything he wanted of her. Susan was gripping his balls between her thighs, squeezing and twisting them as she fucked her gripping cunt back and forth on his cock. She had come so strongly, she was sure it would be impossible to come again. The feel of his cock inside her cunt was what she wanted at this time, not necessarily to come. Yet she felt an orgasm bubbling inside her pussy, and as it grew, she began to fuck back and forth even faster, gurgling softly with ecstasy.

"Ooooo, fuck it, darling!" she whispered. "Fuck that hot cunt, Bobby! Oh, sweetheart, fuck mother's hot cunt! I love it… love your hard cock up my pussy!"