Kathy Andrews: Mom peeps on the neighbors

Susan arched a hip forward, her hand on it. "What are you seeing that's so interesting, honey?"

Bobby's grin turned lewd.

Susan felt her heart thumping with delight. Perhaps her son would fuck her, after all.

"Come on," she said, her voice thick with desire. "We better go eat before…"

"Before what, Mom?"

"Never mind… come on."

As they stepped onto the sidewalk, they met Mary.

Mary was just emerging from a car parked at the curb. A man sat behind the wheel, but he was of no interest to Bobby, nor to Susan at the moment.

The door was open and Mary had her right leg out, the other still inside the car. Her head was turned toward the man, and she was saying something to him. What caught Susan and her son's attention was the fact they could see up Mary's skirt. They saw the creamy surface of her inner thigh and, surprisingly, the dark-blonde curls of her cunt hair. Mary, it seemed, was naked under her skirt.

They stood and stared, both pleased to see her sweet, hairy cunt so clearly.

But they weren't able to look at Mary's pussy long enough to satisfy them. Mary got out of the car, slammed the door, and saw them.

"Hi, Susan," she said happily, her eyes sparkling and her smile wide. "Hello, Bobby."

"Wanna have pizza with us?" Bobby asked.

"I wish I could, honey," Mary replied, "but I've just stuffed myself on lobster. Susan, you better keep your eye on this son of yours. He's getting so handsome, I might steal him away."

"You're welcome to him, Mary," Susan laughed. "He's also getting to be a lot of trouble. You know how it is when boys are his age."

"Yeah, I know," Mary grimaced. "Hands everywhere."

Susan laughed again. "They never change, do they, Mary?"

"And thank heaven for that!" Mary giggled. She looked at Bobby with a gleam in her eyes. Then Susan saw Mary glance at the front of Bobby's pants.

"Well, see you," Mary said with a wave of her hand.

Susan and Bobby watched her enter the apartment building.

"She's beautiful," Bobby said as they started walking the short distance to the pizza parlor.

The place was almost empty and they sat in a corner with a huge pizza and soft drinks.

"You know why Mary is so beautiful to you, don't you, baby?" Susan asked.

"Sure, because she is."

"Are you sure?" Susan teased. "I bet you'd think any girl was beautiful if you saw her the way you see Mary."

"You mean naked, Mom?"

She nodded her head. Her pulse raced. This was the first time they had talked about Mary without looking at her, and it was the first time her son had even used the word naked with her. It was, Susan thought, a breakthrough.

Then Bobby gave his mother a real surprise. "Did you see her in that car, Mom? Did you see what I saw? I saw her cunt, Mom!"

For a moment, Susan couldn't breathe. Just hearing her son say cunt sent shivers of delight up and down her flesh. Her cunt seemed to squeeze up tightly, and she pressed her thighs together.

"I saw it, too, Bobby," she whispered, her voice very low with desire. "I saw it real good."

"I thought I was gonna get hard," Bobby said, stuffing pizza into his mouth. "I thought Mary was gonna see my cock hard."

"I think she noticed, darling," Susan whispered. "I think she saw it."

"Really?" Bobby's eyes glowed. "Do you think it made her hot, Mom?"

"Maybe. Mary is certainly a hot girl, I should say. I'm sure it made her hot."

Bobby laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. "I bet her cunt got wet, Mom."

"So is mine," she murmured.

"What? I didn't hear you, Mom."

"I said, so is mine."

Bobby looked at his mother with wide eyes. She saw the speculative gleam in them, and she gazed boldly back at him.

"It did?" Bobby asked in a whisper, looking around to see if they could be overheard. "Really, Mom? Did your cunt get wet, too?"

"It's wet now," she replied.

"Oh, wow!"

The food was forgotten. They looked into each other's eyes, each seeing the need and desire on the other's face.

After a tense moment, Susan asked: "How's your cock, Bobby? Getting hard?" He nodded.

"Show me."

"Here?"

"Just a peek, darling," she murmured throatily. "No one can see but me."

Bobby glanced about, then stood quickly. Susan gazed at him, seeing his cock-bulge pushing out his jeans. She ran her tongue over her lips, feeling her cunt pulsate.

Then Bobby sat back down. "You see how hard I am, Mom?"

"Oh, yes!" she gurgled. "And I'm very wet, too."

"Show me, Mom! Show me how wet you are!"

"Honey, that's impossible here," Susan said, looking about the restaurant. "I'd have to lift my dress."

Bobby giggled. "I wouldn't care, Mom. Show me!"

"Wait until we get home. Then I'll show you."

"But, Mom, you might not be wet then."

"I will," she smiled wickedly at him. "I'm always wet."

"You are?"

"Like you're always hard," she giggled. "Let's go home now, Mom. I'm not hungry any more."

"You know, neither am I."

They left the pizza parlor holding hands, both excited and in a hurry to get home. The relationship had suddenly changed, and Susan was anxious, very anxious to fuck her son.

They were almost running as they entered the apartment, and Susan saw her son's cock straining in his pants.

"Were you hard all the way home?" she asked, pointing at his cock. "People probably saw it."

Bobby giggled, standing proudly with his hips thrust forward. Susan stared at her son's cock openly, all pretense gone. This was real, not fantasy. Her dream of fucking her son was about to come true, and her cunt was drooling.

"Show me, Mom!" Bobby said excitedly. "You said you'd show me when we got home."

"You first," Susan insisted, wanting to make sure he was truly wanting this.

"You already saw me," he replied. "When you jacked me off, too."

"I want to see your cock again."

She stood on weak legs, watching her son fumble with his zipper. He fished his cock out. Susan gasped with pleasure as she stared at it. The cock head looked so sweet, so smooth and round, swollen tightly. Already, Bobby was dripping, and she started forward to take his prick in her hand. Bobby, though, backed up.

"Not until you show me, Mom. You promised you'd show me you were wet."

Susan was shaking, but not with nervousness. The heat of her excitement was hot, consuming. She pulled her dress up, gazing at his cock. His fucker looked so beautiful standing out from his pants that way. She lifted her skirt to her waist, standing in the middle of the floor about five feet from her son.

"Aw, you're cheating, Mom," Bobby said. "You've got panties on. Mary doesn't wear panties, Mom."

Panting with hot desire now, Susan hooked her finger into the tight crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. She saw her son's eyes growing wide and sparkling with heat as he saw the thick hair of her cunt. She spread her feet widely apart on the floor and arched her hips forward.

"See," she whispered.

"I don't see anything, Mom."

"You see my cunt, don't you?"

"Yes, but I can't see if you're wet. You said you were wet, Mom."

"Feel it," Susan murmured. "Feel mother's cunt, and you'll find out how wet it is."

"Can I? Can I really feel your cunt, Mom?" She moved toward him, taking his wrist in one hand and holding her panties to one side with the other. She slipped her son's hand between her smooth thighs and pressed it into her pussy. She shoved one of his fingers past the hot, hair-lined pussy lips and into her cunt.

"Now you see how wet my pussy is?" she said, her voice coming out in a thick growl of desire. She rubbed her son's hand back and forth on her cunt, making soft whimpering sounds.

"You're really wet, Mom!" Bobby said, his voice breaking with excitement. He rubbed at her hairy cunt on his own now, and Susan released his wrist and clasped his cock, jerking her fist back and forth. "I wanna see your tits now, Mom! Lemme see your tits now!"