Brad Logan - Peeking at Mom

Meanwhile, in Marge's room, Marge began to sink down June's body. Biff knew she was going to eat his mother's cunt.

Rather than climb between June's legs, though, Marge spun herself around on her ass. Now her head was near June's cunt while her own cunt was near June's face.

June spread her legs and Marge stuck her head between them. Marge's enormous tits spread over June's stomach as Marge lapped June's cunt.

Now Biff thought he'd better pull out his prick. If he didn't, he was going to come right in his pants. Sandy was working at her pussy with more enthusiasm than ever. Still, Biff felt embarrassed.

The women were lying on their sides. Marge's head was bobbing up and down between June's thighs. June was looking at Marge's cunt and running her fingers along the lips.

Finally, June leaned, her head forward. Her tits pressed against Marge's belly. Her face vanished and Biff knew she was licking Marge's cunt.

That was the last straw. If his mother could suck Marge's cunt, and if Sandy could stand right beside him and jerk off, he could jerk off too!

As he struggled to unzip his fly and get his monstrous cock out, he had to be careful not to fall off the chair. It wasn't easy.

In the corner of his eye, Biff saw Sandy glance down quickly to see what he was doing. That almost made him lose his nerve. Rut then he saw Sandy look up at him and smile. That smile dispelled his embarrassment, and he grabbed his prick.

Weird sounds began coming through the vent. They weren't like any moans of passion that Biff had ever beard before. Then he realized that their mothers moans were being muffled by the cunts in the women's faces.

The women clutched at each other as their heads continued bobbing at each other's pussies. The muffled moans became louder, more frantic.

Biff was pumping his prick now. He and Sandy were wobbling on the chair.

As Marge and June kept sucking each other's cunts, the bed began bouncing with their rocking and writhing. Marge gripped June's asscheeks tightly in her hands as she ate her pussy. June's hands were behind Marge's knees, pulling Marge's legs apart.

"Uh-h-h," Biff panted suddenly as jism began shooting from his prick.

"Sh-h-h-h!" Sandy hissed.

But there wasn't much danger of the women hearing a few grunts or moans from the vent. They were making too much noise themselves.

Biff wasn't the only one coming. Judging by the sounds coming from the kids' mothers, they were coming too. And Sandy was making strange noises in her throat. Biff guessed that she was struggling to keep her cries of passion quiet as she rubbed herself off.

Finally, the women on the bed were still. Then they took their faces from each other's crotches and lay side by side.

"I love the way you stick your tongue way up my cunt," Marge was saying.

The mothers complimented each other on their cunt-lapping technique for a while. Then they lay still.

Now the kids had to be very quiet too. They had gotten this far without being caught. If they could only slip out of the house it would be perfect.

Biff shoved his prick back into his pants. Sandy pulled her hand from her cunt.

Sandy motioned for Biff to step down from the chair. He took one last look at the gorgeous naked chicks in the next room. Then he carefully got down.

Sandy stepped down next. Then they slowly and silently crept out of the house. Once outside, they began to run. It wasn't easy to move slowly when you wanted to get away.

The kids stopped running at the corner and began walking slowly.

"God, I never thought my mother would do something like that," Sandy said. "It's so weird!"

"Yeah," Biff agreed. "I never thought my mother would do it either. But then I never thought I would like to eat a cunt, but I ate yours."

"Yeah. And before I went away to college, I would never have dreamed of sucking a cock," Sandy said. "But all the other girls did, so I tried it. And I love it."

Biff and Sandy got into Sandy's car and drove to Biff's house. They knew that June wouldn't be home for a while. And they wanted to try some of the things they had once thought they would never do.

Biff and Sandy began seeing more and more of each other. They were practically inseparable. So were their mothers.

The kids didn't peek at their mothers making it any more. They were too busy doing it themselves. But they didn't forget what they had seen the time they looked into Marge's room. Sometimes they would talk about it, remembering each kinky thing the women had done.

One day, while Biff was home alone, Marge showed up.

"Hi, is your mother here?" she asked.

Biff told her that he was alone – his mother had gone shopping. He didn't expect her back until dinner time. It was early afternoon yet.

Marge made small talk until Biff had to invite her in. He was shy around Marge. After peeking at her and his mother, it was difficult for him to relax with her. Besides, he was fucking her daughter and he didn't want to have to answer any questions about that.

"Can I have something to drink?" Marge asked him. "It's so hot out!"

Biff offered her a glass of beer. As Marge sat sipping the beer, she began asking how he and Sandy were getting along.

"We should get together for dinner again. All four of us, like last time," Marge said.

Biff had been uncomfortable the last time they all had dinner together. He would rather not have to go through it again. But he told Marge that it would be nice.

Biff thought Marge was looking at him strangely. He hoped she wasn't going to do anything to embarrass him. But he hoped in vain.

"I wonder if you remember a funny thing that happened a long time ago," she said. "You were just a little squirt at the time."

She wasn't going to talk about the time Biff had found her jerking off, Biff hoped.

"You wandered into our house and found me in a most compromising situation," Marge said. "Don't you remember?"

Biff couldn't believe his ears. Why did Marge want to remind him of that? He would think she would rather it be forgotten.

"I think you do remember," Marge said with a giggle. "Gee, I was horny in those days. I used to play with myself all the time!"

Biff was getting very nervous. But at the same time, he was getting turned on. After all, it was exciting to have this older woman talk to him like this.

"But I'm not horny any longer," Marge said. "And do you know why?"

"No!" Biff said.

Was she going to tell him that she was a lesbian, he wondered? Would she admit that she had made love to his own mother?

"Because I go after what I want," Marge said. "And I want you!"

Biff stared in disbelief at the woman. What was she telling him? Could she be inviting him to fuck her?

"But… but I thought you…" Biff held his tongue.

"You thought what?" Marge asked.

Biff had almost said he thought she was a lesbian. But he wasn't supposed to know that. He had been so shocked at Marge's advances that he almost made a serious slip.

Marge had gotten up and was coming toward Biff. He sank back into the couch. Still it wasn't a completely negative experience. Watching Marge's huge tits come nearer would excite any guy.

"I know you and Sandy are sweethearts," Marge said as she sat down on the couch beside Biff. "That's all right. Sandy and I have shared boys before."

Biff couldn't believe it. But, on second thought, anything could happen with chicks like Marge and Sandy.

Marge touched Biff's cheek. He looked down at her tits, which were overflowing the top of her low cut dress. This was his chance to really examine her prize-winning tits, Biff realized.

"We won't tell anyone about this," Marge was saying in a soft voice. "It can be our secret. Secrets are fun – don't you think?"