Brad Logan: Peeking at Mom

Finally, though, Biff lifted a shaking hand. He grabbed her underpants and pulled them down. Again Sandy lifted her ass.

At last, her cunt lay before him naked and waiting.

Biff reached for her hairy pussy. His fingers moved through the soft curls of her bush. When the tip of his middle finger found the top of her cunt, Sandy spread her thighs.

But her legs wouldn't open. Biff had left her underpants around her knees. Now they were preventing her from spreading her legs enough for him to teach her cunt.

"I think I'd better get rid of these," Sandy said as she leaned forward and slipped her underpants down her legs.

Biff felt so dumb. It was obvious that Sandy had been in this position before. He couldn't believe how calm she was.

Now Sandy was almost naked. But she still had her blouse on, fastened by the lowest button. After she dropped her underpants to the floor, though, she unbuttoned that last button of her blouse and took it off.

"There, is that better?" she asked Biff.

He nodded, too dumbfounded with passion to speak. Here was a beautiful woman sitting right beside him, and she was completely naked.

Once again Biff threw his arms around Sandy. And she hugged him. Having her naked body against his was unbelievably exciting. Biff wanted to get undressed too, so he could have her nakedness pressed to his own bare body. But he couldn't wait to caress her cunt, either.

Now when he put his hand between her legs, Sandy could spread her less wide. Her opened pussy was waiting for him. Biff kissed Sandy deeply as his fingers explored her cunt. This was new to him, although he had dreamed of it for years.

Feeling her wet cunt lips with his fingers, Biff gasped through his nose with wild lust. Sandy was breathing hard through her nose as their tongues played together.

Biff began dipping a finger into the tender envelope of Sandy's cunt. And as he did, she began to squirm in his embrace.

He found the deep channel that would accept his prick. The lining of that chamber was so soft and wet that Biff knew it could hold his cock with the most velvety grip imaginable.

With one leg draped over one of Biff's knees, Sandy spread her legs even further. Her cunt seemed as eager for Biff's finger as his finger was for her cunt.

"O-o-o-o-o," she hummed.

Biff lifted his face from hers again. He looked down at her crotch. From his vantage point, all he could see was her hair, but he could see that his fingers had disappeared into Sandy's body.

Now Biff saw Sandy in her animal wantonness. With his middle finger inserted up her pussy, she was moving her body from side to side. Her big tits were swaying, and on her face was a beautiful expression of bliss.

Biff still wished he were naked too. But he wasn't willing to take his finger from Sandy's cunt. So he couldn't get undressed.

As he stirred his finger around in Sandy's pussy, examining the wonderful interior of her cunt, she reached over and put her hand on his thigh.

Even with his finger in Sandy's cunt, a simple thing like her hand on his thigh made Biff even more excited. But when she slid her hand to his crotch, Biff's body jerked with excitement.

The kids still had their mouths glued together, tasting each other's tongues. And Biff was going wild with his explorations fl the slippery folds of Sandy's cunt. When her lingers began to move along his bulging cock, though, Biff almost forgot everything else.

Even though Sandy was feeling his prick through his jeans, her touch made the boy insane with passion.

"A-a-a-a-a-a," he hummed into Sandy's mouth. Sandy's fingers pressed into the fat head of Biff's prick. Then she slid her fingers down his thick cockshaft to where his balls lay, squeezed in his pants.

Biff had to release his cock from his pants. If it felt so wonderful to have Sandy's fingers on his prick through his jeans, it would be a hundred times as exciting to have her holding onto his naked bone.

So with his free hand, Biff reached for his belt buckle. He was still unwilling, or unable, to take his finger from Sandy's cunt. So he wound up with his arms crossed in front of him as he struggled with his belt.

By this time, Sandy was moving back and forth as though she were ona rocking chair. And strange cries were coming from her throat.

"Huh-h-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h," she was moaning.

The sounds coming from the chick reminded Biff of the sounds her mother had made when he stumbled upon her jerking off so many years before. Did all girls make such sounds, Biff wondered? Or was it only this lustful mother and daughter who made suck-strange sounds?

"Take your pants off," Sandy gasped suddenly as she pulled her face from Biff's.

Now Biff did pull his finger from Sandy's cunt. This was it, Biff realized in his spinning brain. He was finally going to get fucked!

He sat up. With both hands, he was able to get his belt unbuckled and his zipper down. Then he stood and began lowering his pants.

"Hurry," Sandy breathed, with a heave, of her chest.

The sight of her, naked and panting, made Biff move as fast as he could as he pulled down his pants.

He could now see the pink opening between Sandy's thighs. The thought that he was going to stick his prick into that hot pussy made his heart skip a beat.

Biff's cock sprang from his body as it was released from his pants. And the way Sandy's eyes widened as she saw it wasn't missed by the boy, even though he was staring at her spread pussy.

As Biff stepped out of his pants and underpants, he experienced a profound thrill at having his cock exposed to Sandy's hungry gaze. He could feel her gaze on his prick, and it felt warm and exciting.

When he was naked, Biff dropped down onto the couch beside the naked girl. His prick pressed into the side of her thigh as he took her into his arms again. He wished he had taken off his shirt so he could feel her bare tits against his chest. But she had laid him to take off his pains; she hadn't mentioned his shirt.

Sandy's smooth skin in contact with his hard, throbbing prick almost was enough to make Biff come. He hoped he wouldn't have to wait much longer.

Suddenly Sandy pushed Biff away from her. Then she lay back and lifted her legs up on the couch. With her legs spread and her knees bent slightly, Biff recognized her invitation. She was handing herself to him an a silver platter!

Once again Biff could see the pink lips of her cunt. He was getting into fucking position instinctively. It was a good thing his instincts were working, because his mind was a confused storm of excitement.

"Come on," Sandy gasped.

Stretching his body over hers, Biff brought his prick to her cunt. He could feel her curly pubic hair tickling his prick.

Then the warmth of her wet cunt lips touched Biff's cock. But the thrill of that touch made his cock twitch so violently that he missed the entrance of her pussy with his first lunge.

Biff lunged again. But now Sandy was pushing him up with her hands. Her legs were closing and wiggling under his.

"Biff, wait!" she was gasping. "Quick!"

Suddenly, he was falling to the floor. His cock, after a quick taste of Sandy's cunt, was now throbbing in empty space.

Sandy was getting up from the couch. The expression of lust had gone from her face. Now she looked panicked.

"My mother's home," she whispered frantically as she reached for her underpants.

Now Biff heard it too. A car had driven into the driveway. The engine switched off.

Now Biff was in a panic too. He could just imagine Marge walking in while he sat there on the floor with his hard prick wagging. He scrambled for his pants.

Even in his panic, though, Biff watched Sandy's tits swaying as she pulled on her underpants, then her jeans.

But when Biff heard the car door slam, he even forgot about Sandy's tits. He was trying to button up his jeans.