Kathy Andrews - Wet dream Mom

Fucking his mother was his biggest fantasy. He wanted to fuck her more than any girl he knew and there were plenty of them.

He had caught brief flashes of girls' thighs, and a few times their panties, but they never excited him like his mother did. He loved to peek in at her even when she had her skirt about, her knees, listening to her pissing into the water, the tinkling sound musical and exciting.

Watching his mother caress her long, slim thighs, he hoped she would show her cunt to him. This was the first time she had touched herself, and his pulse raced, his young balls aching and full. He longed to touch her thighs with his own hands, feel the smoothness of her skin, to cup her cunt and rub it.

Peggy made a soft whimpering sound as she dragged her fingers almost into her crotch. She closed her eyes, pretending Joey was in the bathroom with her, watching, his cock jerking with desire. She was seeping juices copiously, more than ever before. Her hips trembled as her hands came close to her crotch. She wanted to rip the crotch of her panties away, to let her son see her hairy cunt.

Yet, she restrained herself.

What she wanted more than anything was to piss in her panties, even if her son was watching. She wanted to piss and feel that ecstasy she had felt so long ago. Somehow, coming off was now associated with pissing in her panties.

She sat upright, but left her legs wide open. She strained, trying to piss. It would be easy to piss if she removed her panties, but that wouldn't serve her purpose.

She felt a small dribble, and her body flushed with heat. Her face turned pink, but not with shame. She was managing to do it. She pissed a bit more, feeling her panties become wet. Her cunt was pulsating as if on fire now, and she strained harder than ever.

A stream of piss flowed out of her cunt, soaking her panties, and dripping into the toilet. She lifted her head up, eyes closed with pleasure, her lips slightly parted.

Joey, although his mother was sitting uptight, was surprised. He could hear her pissing, and she still had her panties on. He had to dig his knuckles into his mouth to choke back the gasp of surprise.

Peggy wasn't thinking of her son now. The gush of hot piss was flowing freely for the first time. Her body shivered with pleasure, her thighs and ass cheeks turning wet with piss. Her clit pressed hard at her panties, throbbing so deliciously. She felt the swelling of that long remembered orgasm, and her hands flew to her tits. She dug her fingers into her firm tits hard, grunting in a thick sound.

Her cunt suddenly convulsed, and she squealed, unable to hold back the sound. She came tightly, the lips of her cunt squeezing with fiery spasms. Her body shook as she came, and she kept squealing, kept digging brutally at her tits.

On the other side of the wall, with his eye pressed to the hole, Joey pounded his cock frantically. He didn't know his mother was coming, but he knew she was pissing into her panties, and that excited the hell out of him. His cock was painfully hard, and his balls ached. He pumped his tight fist furiously, the head of his cock brushing the wall. Like his mother, he couldn't stop the grunt of pleasure when he came. The creamy come juice gushed out of his cock and splattered the wall, running down it thickly. His vision turned hazy as he came, and when it cleared, he saw his mother was on her feet, her hands under her skin. He watched her strip the wet panties off and toss them into the nearby laundry hamper.

Peggy made sure her skirt remained down as she removed her panties, her body still tingling and glowing with her second orgasm of her life. She felt the impulse to stick her tongue out at the wall, knowing her son would see if she did. Instead, she turned and left the bathroom.

When Joey made sure his mother wasn't watching him, he sneaked into her room and pulled her panties from the hamper. They felt wet in his hands, and he brought them to his face. He smelled of them touching his lips to the wet crotch. A soft moan came out of his throat as his cock twitched.

What he didn't know was his mother had been watching him closely, and found herself excited to see him kiss the crotch of her panties. When Joey stuffed her panties into his pocket she turned and rushed away so he wouldn't catch her watching him.

Peggy stayed in a state of arousal the rest of the afternoon and evening, peeking at her son from lowered lashes. She looked at the front of his pants, seeing his cock and balls bulge. She had never really noticed him in that way until now.

It was shortly before bedtime when she suddenly remembered she had not put on a fresh pair of panties. She was naked under her skirt and had been ever since pissing in those panties. For a long moment her face was warm. That was unlike her, she knew. Never had Peggy gone without panties, even in her nightgown. Nice girls simply did not go naked, she had been told all her life. Nice girls wore panties all the time, even in bed. Nice girls changed their panties two or three times a day. Nice girls… nice girls… Peggy had heard that so much as she grew up, she wanted to throw up when she heard those words.

Peggy didn't want to be a nice girl.

Peggy wanted to come.

She wanted to come all the time.

Here she was, thirty-one years old, and had only experienced orgasm twice in her life.

It just wasn't fair, she told herself.

Anger grew inside her, anger at her inability to come, anger at being told she was a nice girl. She was so angry, she was about to yank her skirt high, throw her slim legs wide apart, show her hairy cunt to her son. She wanted to reveal her pussy, have him look at it, tell him to fuck her, to make her come. She was ready to beg him – or anyone – on bended knee, to make her come.

And she might have done just that, but Joey had stood up, stretching. She stared at his hips as they jutted out, seeing his cock and balls bulging inside his tight jeans.

"I'm gonna go to bed, Mom," he said. "I'm awfully sleepy."

She saw the slight bulge in his pocket where he had stuffed her panties, and found herself wondering what he was going to do with them. She waited until her son was in his room, and with a girlish giggle, a somewhat lewd giggle, she found a knife in the kitchen and, almost singing with happiness, went to her bathroom.

There she thrust the knife into the hole her son had made, widening it until it was two inches in circumference. She wanted to make it larger, but that was big enough for him to see better, she felt. Pleased with herself, she started down the hall to put the knife away. She stopped near the closed door of her son's room, and with a sudden impulse, pushed it open silently.

Joey was on his back, her panties draped over his face sound asleep already. He lay on top of the sheets his pajamas gaping open. His cock was showing, and Peggy gasped softly as she stared at it. Heat flared between her thighs, and she couldn't resist shoving her hand under her dress and touching her naked cunt.

She felt an overwhelming desire to run into his room, grab his young cock, caress it and make it hard, then stuff it into her cunt. But Peggy resisted this urge, too. It was tiresome resisting the urges that filled her. She stared at his cock for a long time, rubbing at her cunt with a firm palm.

Then she turned and went back to her bathroom, and began to widen the hole in the wall until she added another inch to it. That was big, she saw, big enough for her son to…

She shoved the thought away, and prepared for bed. She wondered what Joey would think when he saw how big his peep hole had become. He would know she had done it, of course. Taking a pair of panties from her drawer, she started to slide her foot into them when she stopped.

"Fuck it," she said.

Then realizing what she had said out loud, "Why now?" she whispered pulling her gown over her body. "Fuck it! Fuck it good! I'll sleep without panties if I want to. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!"