Kathy Andrews - Wet dream Mom

The word sounded good, and she whispered it over and over as she climbed into bed.

"Fuck… fuck… fuck."

Peggy had never said that word.

But now… she hugged herself after turning out the light and climbing between the cool sheets.

She spread her legs apart, lifting her gown to her waist. She shoved her arms above her head and began to writhe her hips, making sensual motions, grinding lewdly, grinning in the darkness.

"Why not?" she murmured. "I'll make any kind of movement I want. I'm a woman. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

She scissored her legs a while, feeling excitement throbbing in her cunt. The sensation felt good, but she knew that was as far as it would go.

She wouldn't come.

She knew, that much.

After a while, she turned onto her side, drawing one knee upward, and went to sleep.

Peggy wanted to be up before her son, so she had set her alarm.

She wanted to be in the bathroom when he discovered what she had done to his peephole.

With her son still sleeping, she bathed in scented water, enjoying the heat. She stuck her tongue out at the enlarged hole, her eyes taking on a gleam of pleasure. She had not made up her mind what to do with the enlarged peephole, but would take it as it came.

She had finished drying her body when, she heard her son enter the bathroom on the other side of the wall. She didn't think he would peep unless he knew she was there, so she squatted and peered through it, herself. She saw her son, still in his pajamas. He had her panties in his hand, and she held her breath as she saw him pull his cock out of his pajamas. She felt her cunt starting to throb and swell when Joey began pissing.

The golden stream of piss came out freely, splashing into the toilet. Peggy's eyes began to glaze as she watched her son piss, understanding it excited her. When she saw her son dangle her panties into the stream, she felt her clit bulge out with a painful hardness. She watched him piss against the crotch of her panties, then bring them close to his cock.

She moaned silently as Joey shook his prick. The moan almost gave her away when she saw him wrap his cock in her panties, and start to jerk his fist back and forth. She gazed with hot eyes as his cock swelled into hardness and her cunt became fiery and wet.

Seeing him starting to turn, she drew away from the hole, not ready to let him see her watching him. She stepped back a few feet, watching the hole carefully. She was totally naked, and if her son looked through the wall, he would see her entire body for the first time. Peggy wanted him to see her naked now, and she stood with her feet spread slightly. She placed her hands on her rounded ass, arching her hips forward, the pink lips of her wet cunt showing.

Then she saw her son's eye.

A tremor shot through her body.

Deliberately, while feeling her wit starting to blush, Peggy slipped her hands back in front of her body, caressing her flat stomach. Joey's eye followed her hands, and Peggy cupped her tits sensually, fondling them. With her son watching, her excitement increased. Her nipples bulged out, stiff and tingling. She pulled them, twisting them, moaning softly, wanting her son to hear her now. Her hips moved, twisting in a slow, tight circle.

Her hands slipped down her quivering stomach again, and she pushed her fingers through the thick mat of pussy hair. She pulled the lips of her cunt open, her clit straining outward. She heard the gasp of her son on the other side of the bathroom wall. Hearing his excitement encouraged her. She stroked a fingertip along the edge of her swollen clit, thinking she was doing exactly what her ex-husband had wanted her to do, only she was doing it for her son. Peggy felt deliciously wicked, not like a nice girl at all. How could anything be nicer, she thought, then having her son watch her play with her cunt?

She dipped a middle finger into her pussy slowly, spreading her legs wider so her son could see what she was doing clearly. She fucked the finger in and out of her cunt a few times, then began to stroke her inflamed cunt once more. She felt the wet heat greater than ever, but she knew she would not come. She had tried finger fucking many times before, and it never worked with her.

She made soft sounds of pleasure, exaggerating them so her son could hear. What she wanted, specifically, she wasn't sure. She knew only that it felt good to fondle her cunt as her son peeked at her. She knew his cock would be very hard now, and hoped he was gripping it tightly, maybe jacking on it. She told herself she would love to have him come as he watched what she was doing, spurt his come juice against the wall, leave it there. She would go to his bathroom and clean it up, maybe with… Peggy's face burned as the thought boiled into her mind.

She would lick his come juice off the wall! She had never thought of doing such a thing in her life. She had not even taken her husband's cock into her mouth, despite his many requests. And now she was thinking about licking the come juice of bet son's balls off a bathroom wall! It was crazy, insane – and she loved it.

Listening to her son's heavy breathing, she twisted her hips erotically, pushing her finger into her cunt and drawing it up over her inflamed clit. She felt as if she might come, but when the feeling grew, it suddenly receded before she came. She didn't know how long she stood there, feeling herself, wiggling her hips, with her son peeking. She heard a desperate gasp from her son, and recognized the sound her ex-husband made at the time he came off.

Then her son's eye was gone.

Peggy leaned over and pecked through the enlarged hole, and saw the bathroom was empty.

She ran into her bedroom, pulling her robe on. She belted it as she entered the hall. She saw that her son was in the kitchen, making himself a bowl of cereal. Then she sneaked into his room and into his bathroom.

There, on the wall near the hole, his cock cream gleamed wetly. Her panties, she noticed, were draped on his sink. Shivering, her legs rubbery, Peggy stepped close to the wall. She ran the tip of one finger along the edge of the wetness, and with a moan, squatted down. She darted her tongue out and swirled it through the warm come juice, tasting it.

As she licked at the wall, her eyes closed, she felt powerful spasms gabbing at her cunt. Her ass jerked tightly, and she was having the third orgasm of her entire life.

Groaning with rapture, Peggy lapped in a frenzy at the come juice, licking it from the wall, finding the taste sweet. She wanted to lick the wall forever, but she was so greedy, she soon had it cleaned of come juice. Still, she squatted there, her cunt spasming tightly. She couldn't believe the feeling, the power of her orgasm. She rolled her tongue about in her mouth, taking a final lick at the wall, wishing there was more come juice for her.

Licking her lips, she stood up. Her legs were weak, and her cunt felt very sensitive.

She walked slowly to the kitchen, where Joey was finishing his cereal. She was in her robe, and that was something else a nice girl didn't do – go to breakfast in her robe. A nice girl always dressed for meals, any meal. But Peggy wasn't a nice girl; she wasn't going to be a nice girl ever again, she had decided. She prepared coffee, and sat across from her son, sipping it. Her eyes danced and sparkled.

Joey glanced at her, but turned his eyes away quickly.

Peggy wanted to laugh at his shyness. She wanted to shout at him that she knew he had watched her, that she had known he jacked off that she had licked his jism from the wall. She wanted to jump up and rip her robe off, dance naked for him, then climb on top of her son and fuck his young cock frantically.

Instead, she sat in apparent calm, drinking her coffee, amused that he tried to keep his eyes off her. Peggy adjusted the folds of her robe, exposing the creamy swells and valley of her shapely tits, wanting to draw his eye. She had never done anything like this in her life, but then again she was doing alot of things she had never done before. She was not going to be a nice girl ever again.