J Bradley - Peeping family

Robin stood there, dripping water from her arms and the ends of her tits, and watched him. She spread her legs slightly, opening her crotch. Then she shivered sweetly when his tongue slurped over her cunt-lips and wobbled the puffy petals.

"Oh, you horny dog," she moaned fondly. "That's all you can think of any more, isn't it? Well, all right. But you've got to hurry, boy."

She went over to the towel rack and began blotting her fine body with it. Midnight lapped at her crotch all the while, his feet beginning to prance up and down now as he grew more excited.

She could even see the red, slick shaft of his cock jerking in and out of his hairy, wobbling sheath, and she wondered if she dared let him fuck her again.

"Ohhhhhh, God – hurry, boy, hurry!" she moaned, tossing the towel aside and heading for her bed, Midnight at her heels.

She couldn't suppress the small yip of surprise when her door opened and her mother walked in.

Robin halted where she was and stared. There was something about her mother's expression and the half-militant stride and the firmness with which she turned and closed the door that made Robin not even bother with the false modesty of putting her hand over her pussy or her arm over her tits.

"I want to talk to you, Robin," Christine said firmly.

Robin swallowed. Immediately, she wondered if Logan had said something. No, not him – Pete. Pete had squealed on her!

Midnight, dumb dog that he was, didn't see any reason to stop what he was doing, and he didn't. He thrust his muzzle right into Robin's damp, naked crotch and lapped upward, sinking his squirming tongue right between her cunt-lips and halfway into her slippery, ready pussy.

"Unnnnnh!" Robin groaned, jerking her hips back, making her twat-hole slide off his tongue with a wet sound. She swallowed again. She looked down at her dog and put on a good show.

"Midnight!" she howled. "Oh, you naughty dog! You get over there and lie down, right now!"

She pointed her finger furiously, her tits jiggling with the motion of her arm. Midnight whimpered guiltily and lowered his head, wondering what he'd done wrong. Then he turned and slunk away into the corner.

Robin looked at her mother. Christine stared from her daughter to the dog and back again, then licked her lips. Her expression changed for just a moment, taking on a lustful quality. Then she shivered and appeared stern again.

"I want you to stop seeing Pete," she stated, making as much a command of it as she'd ever made of anything.

Robin blinked at the suddenness of it. "Mother!" she cried, unable to believe how the order made her feel. It pointed up just how much she was beginning to love him. "What for, Mother?"

"Because I said so."

"You said so?" It had come out without thought. But now that she heard the question, she began thinking about it.

"Now, I don't want any argument about this, Robin. You know what I've thought all along about Pete – about how he wasn't good enough for you. Well, after what I know you did today on the boat, so brazenly, and sluttishly, my mind's made up."

"We didn't do anything, Mother!"

"Don't you try to lie to me, young lady! I know perfectly well what you were doing!"

Robin swallowed again. She stood there. She felt fury boil up inside her, but she held it down for once. She knew that tantrums only hardened her mother's position. Besides, there was more to this than met the eye.

"What was I doing, Mother?" she asked calmly, a small smile coming to her lips. "Tell me what you thought I was doing. Describe it to me, Mommy."

Christine clenched her jaw and made a thin line of her full lips. Her nostrils flared slightly. "Don't you toy with me, you young slut, or I'll…"

Robin looked at her mother levelly. "Yes, Mommy?" Her lip curled slightly. "Whatever you're thinking of doing if I disobey you, are you sure it would be all right with Daddy?"

"Don't you dare mention your father's name in context like this," Christine flared.

"Why not, Mommy? Does it make you feel guilty?"

"Guilty? Me? What on earth are you talking about? Why should I feel guilty? I haven't done anything to feel guilty about. You're the one who should feel guilty – and totally ashamed. Oh! I can't believe this! I just can't believe that you'd do such a revolting thing!"

"But I'm still not sure what you think I did, Mommy," Robin responded quietly, taunting her mother to the limit without meaning to this time.

"I knew all along that boy was trash. I don't care what his father did or does or anything else about him. And I can't believe that you would allow him to demean you in such a vile fashion. There has to be some good reason why Pete's mother left Thorne and why Thorne hasn't been able to remarry. I think maybe I know what it is, now, and I don't want you to see either one of them, ever again!"

Robin felt the top of her scalp go prickly. But, despite her anger, she knew that it was her fault. Partially her fault, anyway.

She held up her hand as if to silence her mother for a moment. "Now, wait a minute, Mom, I want to…"

"I don't want to hear it!"

"You mean I can't say anything? I can't talk? My God, Mother – what has Logan done to you! Daddy would have let me talk, and you know it! Explain that to his ghost!"

Christine recoiled as if slapped. Her eyes wavered. "All right," she said weakly. "I'll listen."

Robin sucked in her breath. She didn't know where to start. "I lied to you, Mother. About Mr. Bast."

"Lied?"

"Well, I let you believe all this time that he was a fisherman. And I guess I told you that Pete's mother left Mr. Bast. That wasn't true. He kicked her out. She screwed every prick she saw."

"Robin!"

"She wasted his money terribly. She even stole from him."

"Of course, Thorne told you that," Christine said skeptically.

"No, Pete did. He's the one who caught her doing all those things. Thorne trusted her. Pete said it really shook him up. The reason he hasn't remarried is that he doesn't want to trust another woman again." She looked at her mother oddly. "Sounds a little like you, Mom."

"That sounds nothing like me. Is that all?"

Robin saw she'd gotten nowhere. "Just tell me one thing. Logan put you up to this, didn't he?"

"That's insulting! Nobody puts me up to anything, Robin Eglund! I make up my own mind. And what you've said hasn't changed it a bit. You're not to see him any more."

"You go to hell!" Robin cried, breaking finally. "And don't you call them trash any more! It's Logan Gorman who's the trash around here, only your cunt's so quivery and wet lately that you refuse to see it!"

"Oh! How dare you! I've never…"

"Now, don't you try to lie to me, Mother! I saw you the other night on the sofa with your twat spread wide and his big prick slopping around in it!"

Christine paled and rocked on her heels. "You were at the movies with Pete!" she wailed.

"We came home early. We stood outside the window and watched you get your widow's pussy fucked full of hot, boiling sperm!"

"Pete…"

"Yes, Pete! Only get it straight that I was the one who made him watch, not the other way around. He was such a puritan, you wouldn't believe it."

"Oh, my God…" Christine whispered raggedly, putting her hand to her mouth, shame coursing through her.

"As for, today, he didn't want me to do that, either. But I made him let me suck his cock off. And I sucked the cum right out of it, Mommy! I sucked his hard, bucking prick clear into my throat, until my tongue was wrapped around the bottom of his balls! But do you know what made him come, Mommy? It was watching you!"

"What?"

"Watching you hang in the hatch while Logan ate your cunt out and made you come and come!"

"Ohhhhh, my God…" Christine moaned, reaching out unsteadily for some kind of support.