Kathy Andrews - Peeking on the family

With her hand beneath her dress, a finger moving in and out of her cunt, Honey watched as the girl sprawled back on the couch. The boy slipped between his sister's wide spread thighs and the girl eagerly took hold of his cock, bringing it to her cunt. They were positioned in such a way that Honey saw the boy's hard cock enter his sister's sweet, hairless pussy. Her own cunt gripped tightly at her finger as Honey watched them starting to fuck.

Further little cunt, Honey urged them with her reeling brain. Fuck her pretty little cunt! Ohhh, fuck her! Honey's finger stabbed back and forth, delving deep into her own steamy twat. Her blue eyes were glassy as she watched them, her excitement rippling like wild fire through her body.

The little girl wrapped her slender thighs around her brother's bouncing ass, her arms clutching him tightly. She writhed and twisted and wiggled her small ass and the expression on her face was pure ecstasy.

The little girl arched her naked ass up, her legs drawing high. Honey could see the boy's cock thrusting in and out of his sister's hairless cunt. It sent wild, hot shivers of pleasure up and down Honey's flesh. Already, Honey was coming in a shuddering way her cunt sucking at her finger as she stabbed it in and out swiftly.

The boy's naked ass was bobbing up and down quickly now, and she already knew he was getting very close to coming off. Honey wanted desperately to see his cock squirt, but that was not going to be. The boy stabbed furiously into his sister's tight cunt, the little girl twisting her sweet little body about in a frenzy. Honey knew they whining and whimpering with ecstasy, and she missed hearing those sweet sounds.

Come in her cunt! her mind screamed at them. Fill her hot little cunt! Oooooh, that's so fucking sweet! I love it, kids! Fuck, damn you two, fuck!

The boy suddenly pressed his cock hard and deep into his sister's cunt, then he went stiff. The girl slammed her cunt hard against her brother's cock, his balls against her creamy little ass. Honey saw the girl shudder, and she knew they were coming together.

Quickly, Honey pulled her finger free of her dripping snatch and pinched her clitoris between a thumb and forefinger. She bubbled into a shattering orgasm her body shaking as wildly as those two kids inside. She had to cover her mouth with her other hand to stifle the threatened scream of ecstasy.

A moment later the boy pulled his cock from his sister's cunt. His prick glistened in the light, moist from that sweet, hairless cunt. The girl stroked her brother's cock lovingly, smiling up at him. She saw the girl's lips move as she said something to him. Then both the boy and girl gathered up their discarded clothing and turned out the light as they left the room.

Honey stood up on shaking legs, then moved cautiously back to the sidewalk. For the first time she noticed the garage was open, and a car was inside. So, she thought, the parents must be home, but in bed.

On impulse, Honey scribbled a note and placed it beneath the wiper blade of the car. It said: Do you know your children are fucking each other?

The next day, Honey regretted leaving the note.

Perhaps, she thought, the drapes will be drawn from now on. I won't be able to see any thing again.

Honey was right.

That night she found every drape in the house drawn tightly, not even a sliver to peek through. Lights were on in the house, but she couldn't see in. She walked the neighborhood, the only person out that late. She found nothing else of interest, and finally returned home disappointed. It had been a mistake, she felt, to have left that insane note. She had gotten the boy and girl into serious trouble, and she had lost an exciting house to peek into at the same time.

The next day she went to the park, hoping to see them, but they weren't there. Honey was starting to feel very bad about the note now. She had not wanted to get those sweet kids into trouble, and especially to lose the most exciting scenes she had ever come upon. It had been idiotic to leave that damned note on the car.

Again, when it was almost midnight, Honey prowled the darkened neighborhood. Nothing was going on, and she passed the home that had been so exciting to her before. Again there was no place to peek in. Indeed, the house was dark. But the garage was open, and the car was parked inside. Before she knew it, she was in the garage ready to leave another note.

Instead she found one under the wiper blade. It said: If you don't like it, you don't have to look!

Honey read it again and again. Didn't those people care if their children were fucking each other? Apparently they did not, she decided. And why would they leave a note, for her? Back on the sidewalk, puzzled, Honey walked slowly home. Something didn't make sense to her. They knew she had seen them, but they didn't seem to give a damn.

The next night, as always, Honey was ready to prowl. She wore a blouse and skirt, and once again was naked beneath them. She was drawn to the house immediately, compulsively.

Believing it impossible to peek into the house, she entered the garage again, intending to leave another note, an erotic note this time.

Once again she found a note. It said: You should have been around at one in the morning!

Honey felt her heart beating as she read the note. Were they trying to tell her something? It didn't make sense. Were they waiting for her to peek at them? Didn't they really care? Then a thought came to her. I like to watch, and I also get excited when someone peeks at me. There must be others the same way.

Blocking out letters, she placed her own note under the blade: Leave a drape drawn and I will watch.

She could hardly wait for nightfall the next day. Honey was nervous with anxiety, pacing her apartment and feeling her tits and cunt and ass. She brought herself to orgasm five times, and yet she still wanted more.

Then finally darkness.

Honey almost ran to the house. But there was no note. She was disappointed, believing things had gone too far and they had become frightened.

But as she started to leave, she saw the dim light once more on the patio. She crept through the gate with a heart beating wildly. The drapes, she noticed, were drawn. Then she saw about four inches of space had been left. With quickening pulse, she peeked into the room.

"Oh!" she gasped softly.

The boy was there, and so was his mother. Honey trembled as she peeked in. The boy was actually playing with his mother's naked titties! Honey could not believe this; but she was seeing it. Impossible!

The boy's cock was out of his pants, standing up very hard. But his mother was not touching it. She was kissing her son, kissing him hotly. As Honey watched, the woman's hand finally brushed down her son's body and took hold of his cock. She stroked her son's cock, jacking him, as he twisted and pulled at his mother's nipples.

Honey's cunt began to throb hotly as she peeked in. She was standing uptight, but her legs were wobbly. She was transfixed, rooted there unable to move. She could not even squat down as she usually did. Her excitement was so great all she could do was stare.

"Suck my titties, honey!"

Honey jumped at the sound. It had been unexpected. For the first time she noticed that the glass doors were open, and she could hear them clearly. Her excitement raced through her slender body by leaps and bounds. Her ass cheeks clenched tightly as she saw the boy lean over and start sucking on his mother's tits. He went from one nipple to the other, squeezing at a tit as he sucked the other. His cock throbbed, and Honey was sure it was dripping at the piss hole.

Both her hands were cupping and squeezing at her own tits as she stood staring, her eyes hot and glassy. Her cunt twitched and burned, but she didn't lower a hand to feel it. She was unaware that her hips were moving, grinding as though she were being fucked.