Brad Logan - Peeking at Mom

Biff couldn't have refused now if he wanted to. Besides, he didn't want to. He remembered how Marge had looked when he and Sandy peeked into her room. Her body was amazing. And she was a woman of considerable talent.

But Biff didn't have to say yes. Marge was already pressing her face to his. She kissed him.

Marge had kissed Biff before. But those were only friendly kisses. This kiss was different. Her tongue shot into his mouth right away. It reached almost down his throat!

Marge obviously meant business. So Biff grabbed one of her tits.

Holding her tit, Biff was transported to heaven. Her tit felt even larger than it looked.

"M-m-m-m-m," Marge moaned. "You do like nit, don't you?"

"Yes," Biff gasped. "Very much!"

He dropped his head to Marge's chest. He began kissing the exposed tops of Marge's tits.

"Let me get this dress off," Marge said. "Then you can really kiss my tits like you want to!"

Marge stood. She pulled off her dress. Her fabulous tits hung from her chest in front of Biff's bulging eyes.

"Do you like them?" Marge asked, as she massaged her tits.

Seen close like this, Marge's tits were bigger and more beautiful than they had looked when Biff and Sandy had peeked into her bedroom.

"They're beautiful," Biff gasped.

"Then suck them!" Marge commanded.

She straddled Biff's lap; her tits were thrust into his face.

Biff put one hand on each tit. They were heavy and fairly firm. Most of all, they were soft and creamy smooth.

Biff looked closely at the marvelous tits. Her nipples were huge, and they weren't perfectly round. They were oval. Probably because of the way her tits sagged, Biff thought.

After examining Marge's tits with his eyes, Biff tasted them. He took one of her big nipples into his mouth and sucked. His nose and chin were buried in tit-flesh.

"Yeah-h-h-h," Marge sighed. "Yeah-h-h-h, suck me! Oh-h-h-h."

Biff sucked each tit. And as he did, his hands explored Marge's naked thighs and slipped into the back of her panties to feel her ass. His prick was throbbing in his jeans right under where Marge's cunt pressed against him.

The difference between Marge's body and her daughter's was amazing. Sandy's tits were nothing like these, Biff thought as he played with them.

After Biff had sucked Marge's tits for quite a while, she got off his lap. Standing in front of him, Marge kicked off her shoes, then lowered her underpants. She brushed her fingers over her pubic hair a few times as Biff stared at her.

"Do you think my body is as beautiful as Sandy's?" Marge asked.

"Oh, yes, yes!" he said.

Biff realized that he'd just admitted being familiar with Sandy's body. But that wouldn't matter to a lusty mother like Marge.

"Take your clothes off," Marge said.

Biff obeyed. Soon he was as naked as Marge. His cock stood from his lap, twitching rhythmically.

"What a beautiful, big prick!" Marge said as she sank to her knees.

She leaned over Biff's lap, her tits completely covering his thighs. Taking his standing prick into her hand, Marge caressed and stroked it. Now his cock really began to jerk. Its head was gorged with blood, making it purple.

Biff shivered as he watched Marge playing with his prick. He loved the way her tits felt as they lay on his thighs, too.

"Such a pretty cock!" Marge said as she lowered her face to it.

Biff felt her soft tongue pass over the head of his prick. Then it was plunged into the wet and hot grip of her mouth.

"Huh-h-h!" he gasped with the joy that suddenly filled him.

Marge's head rose and fell over his lap as she slid his prick in and out of her mouth. Biff ran his hands over the smooth skin of Marge's shoulders and back as she sucked him. Then he buried his fingers into her tits which were still draped over his thighs.

Biff was wiggling with excitement. But Marge wasn't sucking him in a way that would make him come. She knew how to raise him to the heights of desperate lust and keep him there.

Marge took her mouth from Biff's cock. Then she lifted his thighs, pushing him back into the couch. His balls were raised, and Marge began nibbling at them. Finally she opened her mouth and took Biff's big balls into it.

Biff was under Marge's spell. With his balls lying in her mouth, he felt as though he were under her power.

When Marge let his balls fall from her mouth, she sucked his cock a bit longer. Then she climbed up on the couch beside Biff.

They caressed and kissed again. Biff filled his hand with Marge's massive tit. After having his cock and balls bathed in her mouth, kissing her was more exciting than ever.

Marge disentangled herself from Biff's embrace. Then she lay back on the couch with her head resting on the couch's arm. She lifted one leg to the top of the couch's back. Her other leg was draped onto the floor.

Biff found himself staring into the spread lips of Marge's pussy. He could see the inner lips of her cunt between her plump, hairy pussy mound.

Below her cunt, her full asscheeks lay. Marge's eyes were half closed. She reached to her chest and rested her hands on her tits and began to massage them. Although she hadn't said a word, it was obvious that she was inviting Biff to eat her cunt. He was ready, even eager, to oblige.

Crawling between her wide-spread legs, Biff made himself comfortable.

"Oh-h-h-h, Biff!" Marge cooed. "Good boy!" Marge was looking down at the boy between her legs, smiling slightly. Biff was kissing the inside of Marge's thigh as he neared her cunt. He kissed and licked each thigh. Finally, he felt her pubic hair touching his face.

Biff stuck out his tongue. Combing it through the curly hairs of Marge's cunt, he found her pussy hole.

"O-o-o-o-o," Marge squeaked when she felt Biff's tongue enter her cunt.

As the briny flavor of her pussy filled his mouth, fluff closed his eyes and began lapping eagerly.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h," Marge moaned. "Oh, good boy!"

Biff had become an ardent cuntlapper since eating Sandy's cunt, so he thoroughly threw himself into the task of giving Marge's cunt a good licking.

His tongue covered Marge's pussy from corner to corner. Then it probed into her. Then it fluttered over her clit. Then he would start the cycle all over again.

In no time, Marge was writhing desperately. She was still clutching her tits, but now she was lifting one to her face. Biff looked up just in time to see her suck her own nipple into her mouth. That was a new trick, he thought. And an exciting one to witness.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Marge moaned, her tit in her mouth.

Suddenly Marge's body heaved. Biff's muzzle slipped from her cunt. Marge's tit escaped from her mouth and wobbled crazily on her chest.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," she screamed. "Oh my God! I'm coming!"

Biff had never seen such an explosive orgasm. He was stunned.

"Suck me!" Marge hollered. "Don't stop!"

Biff dove into Marge's crotch once more. He had to hold onto her quivering thighs because she was still heaving and bucking.

"E-E-E-E-E-E!" Marge wailed in mindless ecstasy.

Every time Biff touched Marge's clit with the tip of his tongue, her ass lifted from the couch and she screamed. But Biff kept after her swollen clit with his wagging tongue.

"OK, OK," Marge gasped. "That's enough. Stop!"

Biff lifted his wet face from Marge's soggy cunt. Marge looked as though she'd been run over by a truck. Her hair stuck to her face with sweat. Her enormous tits rose and fell with her deep breaths.

"Biff, where did you learn to eat a cunt like that?" Marge asked. "Never mind. Don't answer that. I can imagine!"

Biff smiled as he mounted Marge. After sucking her pussy, he was dying to sink his prick into it.

He rested his chest on her mammoth tits and stuck his cock into her cunt.