Brad Logan - Peeking at Mom

"A-a-a-a-a-a-a!" she continued, crying like a siren.

She was coming, Biff knew. She was coming while his tongue was sliding over her clit and drooling pussy!

"Ah-h-h-h-h!" Sandy moaned, as her hips bucked.

Looking up over her belly, Biff watched the girl's big tits heaving wildly on her chest. The way her tits moved so violently must have become uncomfortable suddenly, Biff thought, as he saw Sandy reach for them and grip them in her hands.

"Oh, oh," Sandy gasped, as her gyrations slowed. "Oh, Biff… that was the best… the best…"

She was too breathless to say more. But her breathlessness itself said everything.

When Biff took his head from her crotch, he felt like a real man. And now that he had given Sandy such pleasure, it was his turn. He'd earned it.

Quickly, he pulled down his pants. He didn't even take them off. He was too eager to sink his twitching cock in Sandy's pussy.

With his jeans around his knees, he fell on top of Sandy. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips.

Sandy's cunt was soaked and gaping from Biff's tongue-lashing, so his prick slipped into it easily. Suddenly Biff was filled with the immeasurable ecstasy of having his prick held in the hot grasp of a cunt.

Sandy wrapped her arms around him. They kissed deeply. And Biff's hips began to rise and fall. His prick slipped back and forth in the tender tunnel of Sandy's cunt.

The excitement of eating Sandy's cunt had left Biff at the edge of ecstasy. So it didn't take long for his body to reach the limit. His prick was filling Sandy's cunt with hot jism, and Biff was out of his mind with sexual bliss.

Although his prick was soon spent Biff remained on top of Sandy. His cock slowly deflated in her pussy.

"You really know how to eat a pussy!" Sandy told him. "I never came like that in my life!"

"Really?" Biff asked.

"Yeah, it was terrific!" she said.

"Am I too heavy for you?" Biff asked. "Should I get off?"

"No!" Sandy said as she gave him a hug with her arms and legs.

Biff thought he should keep it a secret. On the other hand, though, it was exciting news. Sandy would probably want to know.

So Biff told her exactly what had happened.

"What?" she demanded. "Do you mean my mother is a lesbian?"

She pushed him off her. Then she began reaching for her jeans.

Biff realized that he had made a mistake. But now that he told her, he would have to convince her so she wouldn't think he had made it up.

"I'm just telling you what happened," he said as he pulled up his own pants. "I heard my mother moaning like crazy. Then I saw your mother leave the house."

"Maybe your mother was moaning in pain," Sandy said.

"Sandy, I know the difference between the sound of pain and fucking," Biff said.

"Well, maybe there was a man there that you didn't see," Sandy said.

"Maybe," Biff admitted, even though he knew there was no man. But he didn't want to ruin this perfect afternoon by having a fight with Sandy.

"Well, don't go around saying things like that about my mother if you're not sure," Sandy said.

Biff apologized. They walked arm in arm back to where they had their picnic. There was still cake and cookies to eat. But Biff found that after pussy, cake and cookies were kid's stuff.

When Sandy drove Biff home, he tried to make another date with her. But she told him to call her in a few days.

Biff worried about what he'd told Sandy. If he spoiled his chances to fuck her again, he would never forgive himself.

But before Biff called Sandy, she called him.

"I've been thinking about what you said about my mother," Sandy said to Biff on the phone.

"Yeah, me too," Biff said. "You probably were right about there being a man here. Or maybe my mother was moaning in pain."

Just hearing Sandy's voice again was stiffening Biff's prick. He was eager to patch things up with her so he could fuck her again.

"I don't know," Sandy said. "My mother told me she is going out with your mother tonight. Then she asked me what I was doing tonight, as though she was making sure I wouldn't be around the house."

"Really?" Biff asked. "My mother did say she was going out. But she didn't say she was going with your mother."

"That seems suspicious, doesn't it?" Sandy asked.

"I don't know," Biff said.

"Well, I have an idea," Sandy said. "Why don't you meet me at the coffee shop at the corner at eight-thirty?"

Biff agreed to meet her there. He could guess what Sandy had in mind. And it did seem exciting. But he hoped most of all that they could keep on fucking. After all, Sandy had been the best thing that had ever happened to Biff and he didn't want to lose her.

At eight-thirty, Biff was in the coffee shop waiting for Sandy. It was the same place he had met her when they first got together again. Biff realized how his life had changed since that meeting. He'd been a horny kid then. And now he fancied himself an experienced man.

When Sandy came in, Biff was as excited as he always was when he saw her, even though they had no plans to fuck that evening.

"My mother practically threw me out of the house," Sandy said. "I told her I was going to the movies to see a double feature. I told her there were two movies I've been dying to see, so she won't worry about my coming home early."

"Is my mother there?" Biff asked.

"Not yet," Sandy said. "But my mother is expecting her any minute. And the way my mother is getting all dolled up, I have to admit that you might be right about them making it together."

"Maybe we should just forget about that," Biff said. "It's probably nothing. I never should have mentioned it."

"I'm glad you did," Sandy said. "I really don't care what my mother does. But I can't stop thinking about it. Once I know for sure, I don't think it'll matter. I just have to know, that's all."

"What do you plan to do?"

"I'm going to peek into my mother's room," Sandy said. "That is, if she goes into her room with your mother. They might go somewhere else."

"How are you going to peek?" Biff asked.

"Don't worry," Sandy said. "There is a way. I've peeked before. Remember I told you I peeked at someone fucking once, after you peeked in at me?"

"Oh yeah," Biff said softly. He didn't like being reminded that he'd been caught peeking at Sandy.

"You do want to come with me, don't you?" Sandy asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," Biff said.

He really did want to see his mother and Marge in bed together. In fact, he couldn't think of anything he'd rather see. But he was worried about what Sandy might do once she found out for sure that her mother and his were lovers. If it meant losing Sandy, he would rather not peek.

"Come on," Sandy said. "We'll walk around the block and see if your mother's car is at my house."

June's car was in front of Sandy's house. Biff began to get excited. Being able to see their mothers in bed together was thrilling.

Sandy led Biff into the back yard of her house. There were bushes under the windows that would hide them, and they could see into the windows without much trouble.

June and Marge were in the living room. They were sitting in separate chairs, sipping drinks. They were talking, but the kids couldn't hear what was being said.

"I don't think anything's going to happen," Biff whispered.

"We'll have to wait," Sandy said. "Even you and I don't start fucking as soon as we see each other."

"True," Biff admitted. But he was getting nervous about being caught. That would certainly get in the way of his fucking Sandy, not to mention what it would do to his and his mother's relationship.

"Look at how my mother is dressed," Sandy said. "She only dresses like that when she goes out on a date."