Kathy Andrews - Mom peeps on the neighbors

Letting his cock spring free, she laughed in a lewd manner, getting to her feet. She pulled her son against her body, his chest smashing her tits almost flat. Kissing him, she worked her crotch against his stomach, then took his hand.

"Want Mary to suck you off, Bobby?" she whispered, looking into his eyes. "Would you like for Mary to suck your cock, Bobby?" He nodded eagerly, grinning.

Susan glanced down into the patio as she held her son's hand. "They've finished."

Mary and the man were lying side by side, holding hands in the after glow of their fuck. The dark-blonde hair of Mary's cunt seemed to glow like burnished copper in the sun.

Turning, Susan led her son to the bedroom, where she had him sit on the edge of the bed. She dropped to her knees before him, spreading his legs wide and gazing with hot eyes into his crotch. Bobby's cock rose up strong and hard, his balls dangling between his spread thighs.

"Mary will suck your prick, darling," Susan murmured, sliding her face forward.

"I want you to suck my cock, Mom," Bobby said.

Susan paused, looking up into his face. "Me? I'm your mother, darling. Don't you want Mary to suck you off?"

"Mom, we can stop pretending now," her son replied. "It's you I fuck, not Mary. We both know that."

Susan gazed at him, then a smile came over her face. "You're right."

"I'd rather have you suck me, Mom – not Mary."

Susan's eyes glowed as she nodded her head.

"Then mother will suck it, Bobby. Mother will suck your cock off with her hot, wet, cock sucking mouth… mother will make you gush so much! Mother will suck your sweet prick, and you can come in mother's mouth!"

Bobby lay back on the bed, his ass hanging over the edge. Susan ran her hot hands up and down his thighs, in between them, finally taking his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. She leaned into his crotch and began licking up and down his cock, swirling her tongue, moaning with orgiastic ecstasy.

She was watching her son's face as she swallowed his cock. She slid her lips all the way onto his cock shaft, holding his prick deeply, thrilled to have that swollen cock head fucking her hot throat. With one hand rolling and twisting his sensitive balls, the other grip ping the cheek of his ass, Susan began to suck his cock, moving her wet lips up and down tightly, her hair fanning out and bouncing. Bobby writhed and twisted under his mother's mouth, groaning from the ecstasy her sucking mouth gave him.

She was surprised at how well her son's cock stuffed her mouth, at how big and thick his prick felt between her lips. Her cunt seemed to pucker as she sucked on him, tingling in a manner that told Susan she, too, would soon come. She was on her knees between his spread thighs, her head bobbing up and down over his cock, and she was shivering with the pleasure that he had given her by saying there was no longer any need to pretend she was Mary.

As she sucked on his cock, she twisted her head about to make her lips circle and slide, creating such an intense ecstasy for her son, he was soon pumping his hips up and down, fucking into her mouth as much as she was sucking.

"Mmmmmmm!" she whimpered softly, her lovely face moving faster and faster until she was sucking Bobby's cock with frantic movement.

Bobby was very excited, his cock throbbing powerfully in his mother's mouth. "Mom! Oh, Mom… that's good! You want me to come in your mouth? Really, Mom?"

Susan, without leaving his cock, nodded her head. Feeling his cock throbbing faster and harder in her lips, she sucked him in a frenzy, her hair flying and bouncing. She clung to his balls, digging her fingers into the cheek of his hard ass.

When her son grunted, Susan tasted the quick gush of hot, thick come juice boiling in to her mouth. She squealed with bliss as his cock filled her mouth, her tongue racing about the come-spurting piss hole, the taste of his sweet come juice triggering an orgasm in her cunt.

Susan's mind went blank to everything but her ecstasy. She was sure that even her mouth was going through orgasms as her son spurted his come into it. The muscles of her stomach clenched tightly, and she clung to his balls and ass cheek almost desperately as she gobbled in a greedy manner on his prick.

When she raised her face, her lips were puffy, glistening wetly. Her lovely face was twisted into hot pleasure as she slid along his body and lay beside him. While her son rested, she stroked his body, feeling his naked flesh with the palm of her hand.

It was her, his very own mother, that Bobby wanted to be sucked off by – not Mary.

Susan shivered with happiness as she drew her son tightly against her naked body, hugging him.

"No more pretending," she whispered, nuzzling into his neck and shoulder. "No more pretending I'm Mary. I'm your mother, darling… your fucking, cock-sucking mother."

Susan was aware of the change taking place within her.

She welcomed it, however.

Her son was no longer shy with her, but bold – and even a bit aggressive. She didn't mind that at all. He was, after all, the man of the house… her man. And a woman, she thought, should always make her man happy, no matter what he wanted of her, no matter how perverse, how wicked. A man's woman should not be just willing, but totally eager to please him.

Her son, like her, was changing.

They were not so much mother and son any more. They were lovers, erotic, sex-hungry lovers.

Watching Mary on her patio was still very much a part of their enjoyment, though. Both Bobby and his mother found they enjoyed peeping down at the uninhibited beauty. Seeing Mary's naked body, watching her play with herself – and not a few times with different men – made them both intensely excited, bringing out more and more perverse desires within them.

As they discovered their voyeuristic desires together, so they learned more about themselves.

Some things they learned surprised them, delighted them. And some made them feel wicked, masochistic and slightly sadistic.

But no matter what they did with each other, to each other, it only increased the desire to experiment with further delights. They drew the line at nothing, trying everything they could think of.

Susan went naked before her son, as he did in her presence. Sometimes she wore only her panties, filmy panties designed to excite and arouse Bobby. Other times she wore a bra, and nothing else. Doors were never closed now, but always open, even the bathroom door. Showers were done openly, as was the natural act of taking a piss. Susan found it was deliciously exciting to watch her son stand at the toilet and see him pissing, hearing the tinkle in the water.

She found him pissing one afternoon, and moved up close to hold his cock as he pissed. She giggled like a naughty girl as she played the stream about, watching it splash over the edge of the toilet, not caring that his piss went onto the floor. After he finished, she shook his cock as she had seen him do many times.

Within a week after they had stopped pretending, they found something else that was enjoyable to both.

Susan had been holding her son's cock often when he pissed, and one afternoon, she did something impulsive.

As her son pissed into the toilet, she pulled his cock around and aimed his cock toward her thighs. The warmth of her son's piss splashing on her legs sent her cunt into convulsions, and she came standing there. She wore panties, and her hand lifted his cock so the piss soaked the front of them, wetting her cunt hair through the lacy panties. They both giggled like a naughty boy and girl about it, and Susan told him she liked it.

The fact that many people considered such an act abnormal did not bother Susan and her son in the least. They weren't harming any one with their pleasures, and since both enjoyed it, they kept it up. And so it progressed.