Brad Logan - Peeking at Mom

Biff had noticed Marge's low-cut dress. Her tits were practically spilling out of it.

"Maybe she is going on a date," fluff said. "Maybe they are going on a double date."

As much as Biff would have liked to see the two women making love, he would rather go to his house with Sandy and do their own lovemaking. But Sandy was determined.

The kids kept low in the bushes. Every few minutes, Sandy would peek into the window, then report to Biff what she had seen.

"They're still sitting there," she would say. Once, though, Sandy remained peeking longer than before. And when she knelt down beside Biff again, she seemed, stunned.

Biff's heart began to race. He could tell that Sandy had seen something interesting.

"Take a look," she finally whispered hoarsely. Biff was so excited, his legs would hardly lift him. But when he looked into the room it was empty.

"They're gone," he said to Sandy. "Come on!" Sandy said as she grabbed Biff's hand and pulled him along after her.

She led him to the back door of the house. When he saw where she was taking him, Biff put on the brakes.

"Come on!" Sandy repeated.

"I'm not going in," Biff said. "They'll catch us!"

"No they won't," Sandy whispered stubbornly.

"Just keep quiet."

But Biff still refused to move.

"They were kissing, Biff!" Sandy told him. "And my mother was feeling your mother's twat."

That loosened up Biff's refusal to enter the house. He had to see his mother in action!

Sandy tiptoed into the house, Biff followed. She led him into her bedroom. Biff didn't understand how they were going to peek at Marge and his mother.

But when Sandy opened the door to her closet, Biff saw that Sandy had set a chair in there. Looking up, above the chair, he saw light pouring into the closet from a vent near the ceiling.

Moving slowly and quietly, Sandy stepped up onto the chair. She looked into the vent. The light from Marge's room came through the vent and made a pattern of lines across Sandy's face.

When Biff saw Sandy lift her hand to her mouth in astonishment, he stepped up onto the chair beside Sandy.

There wasn't much room on the chair or at the vent. The two peeking kids had to hold on to each other so they wouldn't fall off the chair. They pressed their heads together so they could both see through the vent.

The sight that met Biff's eyes made him gasp.

His mother and Marge were lying on Marge's bed. They were both still dressed, but June's blouse was unbuttoned, her tits were exposed, and Marge was kissing them.

The kids looked at each other for a split second in amazement before turning their gaze to the perversion again.

As Marge kissed and sucked June's tits, she was tugging June's skirt up. The peeping kids saw the pink material of June's underpants shine as the skirt was lifted. Then they saw Marge slip her hand into June's panties and caress her cunt.

Again the kids looked at each other in wide-eyed amazement. When they looked back through the vent, the women were kissing each other deeply.

"Let's get undressed," Marge said.

The women stood up one on either side of the bed, and began taking off their clothes.

When Marge pulled her sexy dress up over her head, she was left standing in an outfit that Biff had only seen in magazines. Marge was wearing a funny bra that fit under her tits – it left her big round nipples exposed. And rather than pantyhose, she had on a garter belt holding up old-fashioned stockings. Beneath the garter belt was the tiniest pair of panties Biff had ever seen. And they were so sheer he could see her dark pubic triangle right through it.

Biff was amazed. And, needless to say, wild with lust.

Biff looked at his mother. She was pulling down her underpants. Biff had peeked through her bedroom window only a few weeks before, but he hadn't remembered how beautiful she was naked. June's tits hung down when she bent over. But when she stood up they were quite firm – not as firm as Sandy's, though.

Marge took off her weird bra. Now Biff could see why she wore it. Without that bra, her tits sagged a lot. But they were so big they couldn't help but sag, he could see.

"I forgot how gorgeous your body is," Marge said to June.

"Oh, I'd love to have tits as big as yours," June said.

"Do you like them?" Marge said, as she lifted her gigantic tits in her hands. "Then kiss them."

The women crawled onto the bed, embraced and kissed. Then June began kissing and sucking Marge's huge tits.

It was quite a shock for a young boy to see his mother kissing another woman's tits. But it was a wildly exciting shock. Biff wouldn't have missed it for the world.

June was holding one of Marge's tits in both her hands while she sucked its big, pink nipple.

Biff had his arm around Sandy so she wouldn't fall. He felt her body tremble. When he looked over at her face he saw that she looked shocked and scared. Biff worried that Sandy wouldn't want to continue watching. If she didn't, could he go on peeking alone? It didn't seem that he could. But the young girl kept watching, even though she didn't seem to be getting the same perverted kick that Biff was from the scene.

Biff remembered how he had seen Marge jerking off when he was a small kid. He hadn't been able to appreciate that at the time. But he sure was enjoying this.

His mother was giving Marge's tits a real workout. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself immensely.

The kids could hear June's mouth sucking and kissing Marge's tits. It was almost as though they were right there in the bedroom with the two women.

As she sucked Marge's tits, June reached down to Marge's pussy and wrapped her hand around the curl-covered cunt mound.

The kids' view was from the foot of the bed, so they could see everything in great detail. They could even see June's middle finger disappear as it curled into Marge's cunt.

"Oh-h-h-h!" Sandy sighed quietly.

Biff looked at her again. Now her face showed pleasure. So she was enjoying this show, Biff thought. He hoped she wouldn't make too much noise, though. Getting caught was too horrible to even think about.

June was finger-fucking Marge deeply and eagerly. She was still sucking Marge's tits, too.

Then Marge began sucking June's tits. June's finger was still in Marge's cunt. And Marge reached for June's cunt. Soon, they each had a finger up the other's pussy.

Sandy shook again. Then she began moving about until Biff was afraid she would fall off the chair. When he looked over at her again, he was flabbergasted. She was cramming a hand down her own pants!

Biff looked from Sandy to the women in the other room and back to Sandy. He didn't know which was more exciting. Sandy was playing with herself as she watched! And she didn't seem to mind that Biff was right beside her.

When Biff looked again into Marge's room, he saw Marge take her finger from his mother's cunt. She put the finger into her mouth, sucking June's pussy juice from it. Then she put it back into June's pussy.

These two women were too much, Biff thought, especially his mother, whom he had never dreamed would do such things.

Now Marge was sucking June's tits. And they still fingered each other's cunts.

"Uh-h-h-h-h," Sandy sighed, as she played with her pussy.

Biff looked at her with his teeth bared – a sign for her to be quiet. She nodded at him, agreeing to be quiet. Biff looked down and saw the front of her jeans squirming as her hand inside rubbed her cunt.

The front of Biff's jeans were moving too, but his hand wasn't inside them. His prick was throbbing violently.

Biff wanted to take his prick out and jerk off. But even though Sandy was jerking off beside him, he felt inhibited.

So Biff stood there, going wild, watching his mother and Sandy's mother making perverted love to each other while Sandy stood next to him jerking off.