Norma Egan - Peeping maid

"Take it in your throat, Carol," he gasped, "swallow my dick… ”

Carol's throat bulged as she permitted his swelling cock to slide right into her throat. She knew how to do it, didn't even gag. As her tight slick throat lining closed around the sensitive head of his prick, Tony whined shrilly and clenched his teeth. Lita could see his rosy nut sacs swelling up taut and stiff, and she assumed his cock was doing the same thing.

"Okay, good, enough," Tony gasped. "Awwwww, Jesus… ”

Carol lifted her tousled head from his lap, and his cock slipped from her mouth, hugely erect, swollen, and gleaming with her saliva. Tony just sat there for a moment, panting and catching his breath, but apparently Carol couldn't wait. She straddled him, knees on either side of his hips, and began moving her wet golden-fringed pussy up and down over his engorged stiff-standing meat.

Tony chuckled. "Impatient?" he said.

Carol's hot lust had blotted out her sense of humor. "Shut up," she snapped. "Shut up and fuck me, damn you.”

“Yes, Mommy," Tony said mockingly.

He seized her slim hips to still their horny writhing and slowly eased her down onto his swollen taut pale prick. Carol began to pant and whine with excitement even before he was in her. Lita had an excellent view of the whole thing, Carol's pert little butt turned toward her.

She saw Carol's scarlet moist slit, the big purple head of Tony's cock rubbing against it. Then he maneuvered his rigid dick around till the fat head popped into the steamy little pit of Carol's cunt mouth. As Lita watched, wide-eyed and hotly aroused, his thick pale prick slowly disappeared between the plump pink lips of Carol's twat. Carol's thick gleaming pussyjuice ran down the rigid stalk of his invading cock.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned hoarsely, "ohhhhhhh, God, YES… Get it in meee… I want it… ”

Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back in the ecstasy of being slowly penetrated. Unobserved Tony watched her face intently. He watched her taking his cock and loving it-and he grinned wickedly, triumphantly. No doubt it was exciting for a twenty-two-year-old kid to fuck his father's wife and know that she preferred him to his old man.

"Deep enough?" he said.

“No, no, more," Carol whined, "deeper… All the way to my teeth if you can get it there, damn you… "

Tony laughed. "You're greedy, Mommy," he said.

"Don't call me that," Carol panted. "Just fuck me… Ahhhh, Tony, yes, that's good… ”

He had pushed his rigid pale cock into her all the way to his balls. Carol ground her thirsty twat around Ms hard impalement and moaned ecstatically, her hot juice flooding out onto his lap. Tony watched her, licking his lips, obviously digging her hot arousal, digging the fact that he was balling his father's pretty young wife and making her love it.

"Move it, damn you," Carol whined, "move your cock in me… I want it hard and fast.”

“Say please," said Tony with a lewd grin.

"Please, you little turd,” Carol gasped, "you conceited little bastard, you self-centered motherfucker.”

Tony laughed. "That's what I am, all right-a motherfucker. That's the literal truth. Okay, baby, you'll get what you want… ”

He suddenly began to slam his cock in her, so hard and fast that he lifted her right off the bed. Her whole body shook and jiggled with the brutal force of his fucking. Lita winced, knowing her own sore twat wouldn't take that kind of punishment, but Carol Barton obviously loved it. Her blue eyes rolled wildly, and she screamed her pleasure and clawed Tony's shoulders with her long red nails.

"Yes, yes, that's it," she wailed, “fuck me hard, hard… ”

Tony was breaking into a sweat, and his face was flushed and glazed with sensual excitement-but he wasn't through toying with his lovely stepmother. It wasn't enough for him to ball his father's woman. He seemed to need to taunt her, too. As he fucked her deep and fast and savagely, he leaned forward and watched her face intently.

"Say it," he said, "You know what I want to hear.”

Carol sighed. "Oh, must we always go through that juvenile routine?" she said.

Tony scowled. "We do if you wanta get balled," he said. "I can stop right now, take my cock out of you… ”

"All right, all right," Carol said quickly. She moaned and took more deep hard thrusts of his hard young cock. She leaned forward and kissed him, lewdly working her tongue into his throat. She leaned back, looked him in the eyes, and said hoarsely, "I love to fuck you, son.”

"That's nice, Mommy," Tony said, grinning. "I love to fuck you, too… ”

Lita felt almost nauseated. She turned away from the keyhole, unable to watch any longer. She got off on good old-fashioned sex, hearty and happy fucking, but not on sick scenes like this. Tony Barton wasn't happy until he could pretend he was balling his real mother. That was a bit too rich for Lita's blood.

She'd done all the cleaning she could do until Foster and Trish got up, and that might not be for hours. In spite of her repulsion at Tony's behavior, she had been pretty hotly aroused by watching him and Carol get it on. She decided to take a chance on sneaking out and seeing Miles.

She hurried out the servants’ door and toward Miles' cabin. Then she saw him in front of the garage, polishing one of the Barton’s numerous expensive cars. This one was a black Rolls, gleaming like a mirror from Miles' careful attention. Miles saw her coming and tossed aside his polishing rag. He mopped his forehead and grinned at her, watching the sway of her hips and the soft jiggling of her big breasts as she approached him.

"Hello," he said. "You look like you just smelled a dead fish. What's wrong?”

Lita wrinkled her face. "Those people," she said, "I just don't know about them. I saw Carol fucking Tony. Her own stepson, imagine.”

Miles shrugged. "That whole family is kinky," he said. "I don't notice it any more, I've worked here so long.”

"Kinky?" said Lita. "How do you mean?"

Miles was moving away from the car. "Aw, let's not talk about those rich creeps now, baby," he said, slipping an arm around her waist and guiding her toward his cabin. "I got more interesting things on my mind.”

Lita grinned up at him. She knew what he meant, and she had to agree it was more interesting than gossiping about the Barton family. Miles had fucked her almost senseless last night, but already she wanted him again. Her pussy was swollen, wet and hungry. She walked briskly along with him and into the cabin.

Miles closed the door and started to undress. He grinned at her. "I take it you're not mad at me any more?" he said.

Lita grinned, too, and started unbuttoning her black maid's dress. "No," she said, “I’m not mad any more.”

Miles leaned over and licked her soft pink earlobe. "My cock's not too big for you any more?" he said huskily.

Lita swayed with horny longing, "No, no, it's not too big," she said. "Not too big at all… ”

Perhaps she was being shameless, but she had so many lonely years to make up for, she couldn't help letting Miles know how she felt. She was wild for him, wild for a repetition of the heady pleasure they'd had last night. She watched the big powerful man undress, and she felt hot juice seeping from her cunt.

Lita quickly shucked her uniform and got onto Miles' bed without being asked. She smiled invitingly at him as he finished taking off his clothes, and when he approached the bed, she opened her legs, displaying her ripe red slit with its fringe of black curls. She was surprised to see that his cock was limp, a great pale doughy lump that flopped as he walked.

Miles got onto the bed beside her and idly fondled her tits, cupping and squeezing the big creamy cones, rubbing the light brown nipples with his thumbs, Lita purred and enjoyed his touch, but she was eager to be fucked. She thought it strange that Miles didn't just grab her and ball her like he'd done before.