Kathy Andrews - Wet dream Mom

All these years, all these miserable years of not coming, and now.

After toweling herself, she slipped into a pair of fresh panties, puffing on an attractive housedress. She smoothed it aver her body, and then realized she had forgotten to put a bra on. She grinned at herself in the mirror, seeing her nipples press at the thin material.

"SO what if I don't wear a bra?" she asked her reflection. "I'm never going to be a nice girl again."

She walked from her room, her dress swirling about her thighs.

She found her son dressed and in the living room. They seemed unable to look at each other, not yet ready to admit openly what they had done. Peggy didn't mind. She was going to shove her cunt to that peephole as often as she wanted, and let her son fuck her through it. If he didn't want to talk about it openly, she didn't mind. In fact, she felt as if she would be embarrassed to talk about it.

This way, she could pretend nothing happened, that nothing was changed.

But she could pretend only, because it had happened and things had changed. And she wanted it to happen again and again, as often as her son wanted to fuck her.

She picked up a magazine, sitting down on the couch, letting her dress swirl about her long legs. She didn't even care that her knees showed. In fact, she wanted to pull her dress high, expose both her long thighs, perhaps expose her panties. She didn't though. She thumbed through the magazine, thinking how silly she and Joey were acting. They were like two naughty children, she thought with amusement. Two naughty children that had done something both were afraid to speak out loud about.

The longer she sat, fidgeting, the more she wanted her son's cock in her cunt again.

Then Peggy did something else she had never done before.

Thinking a nice girl would never announce such an intention, she said, looking directly at her son: "I have to go to the bathroom."

Peggy could hardly believe the change that came over her. Once she decided she no longer wanted to be a nice girl, all the stops had been pulled.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said boldly, looking right at her son, meaningfully.

Joey looked right back at her, and she saw the sparkle in his young eyes. Both knew what she meant, what she was talking about. But neither was ready to put it in words before the other.

"I have to go now," she said, her voice a husky whisper.

She swing her legs off the couch, and before standing, let her son catch a brief glimpse between them. She stood up, and with her dress swirling, twitched her ass down the hall. Reaching her bathroom, she waited until she saw her son's eye peeping through the peephole.

She lifted her skirt slowly, facing the hole. She exposed the crotch of her panties, whispering, but loud enough so her son could hear.

"I has to pee," she whispered, watching her son's eye burn at the front of her panties, "I have to pee… piss."

She heard her son gasp, and a tingle rippled about her flesh. She held her dress at her waist, standing there and letting her son look at her. She wiggled her hips suggestively, giggling throatily at her sudden boldness.

"I have to take a nice, long piss," she whispered loudly, and she moved to the toilet. Instead of sitting there, she straddled the toilet, lowering her crotch.

Remembering how her son had stolen her other panties, how be had fondled the wetness, she wanted him watch her piss in this fresh pair. She held herself in a semi-squat over the toilet, watching his eye at the hole. Before she had trouble trying to piss into her panties, but that seemed history now.

She purred hotly as she began to piss, feeling her panties become wet. She leaned over and managed to see her golden piss dribbling from the crotch of her panties. As the force grew, her hot piss sprayed out the edges of her panties, along her inner thighs. She listened to her son's heavy breathing, feeling her cunt grow hot with desire. She didn't have to wonder if her son was excited about this; she knew. She ran one hand over her lower stomach as she kept pissing, caressing herself lightly. Her hips began to move back and forth by themselves, making a slight pumping motion. The piss streamed from her cunt, through her panties, down her inner thighs, and Peggy shivered with increasing pleasure.

"Oooooooo, it feels so good to piss," she purred loud enough for her son to hear. "I love to piss… in my panties! Obhhh, it makes me want to come! It makes my cunt tingle."

A slight flush crept over her face as she mouthed the words so her son could listen, but it was the flush of excitement now, not shame or embarrassment. She was exciting her son deliberately, as well as herself.

"My pussy is so hot and wet," she kept saying softly. "My panties are getting so wet. It feels so good, pissing in my panties this way."

She heard her son gasping on the other side of the wall, and slipped her hand down her stomach, and under her cunt. She let her hand fill with hot piss then pressed her palm against her pussy, feeling the piss spray from the edges. She was having no difficulty at all pissing into her panties now and she shivered and trembled with wild, delicious wickedness.

"Piss… hot piss," she murmured.

Joey's cock throbbed and he had to release it from his pants. He peered through the enlarged hole, watching his mother rub at her pissing cunt with her hand, slowly pumping his cock.

When Peggy finished pissing, she stood up, and in full view of the hole, stripped her panties from her hips. Her inner thighs glistened wetly, and she turned her ass toward the hole again. Flipping her skirt over her ass, she waggled it, then inched it back to the holt Joey stared hotly as his mother's ass came closer, seeing the deep crack and below, her cunt showing, all hairy and wet and hot.

He stood up, and poked his cock through the peep hole.

Peggy, looking over her shoulder, saw his cock.

She turned and faced the wall, her right hand darting outward. She paused with her hand inches from her son's cock, her palm itching.

Then, with a squeal, she closed her fingers about his cock. She gurgled as his hard-on throbbed in her fist, and she pushed and pulled on it. She heard her son gulping behind the wall, and squeezed his cock very hard, watching the cockhead bulge, his piss hole opening very wide. She stared at the juices seeping out of his piss hole, her eyes glazed with lust.

"Ohhhh, nice and hard!" she gurgled, and she turned swiftly, shoving her cunt back.

She felt the head of her son's cock against her fiery cunt, and with a hissing sound, she fucked her pussy onto it. She heard her son sigh, and she pressed her ass tightly against the wall for the second time that day. Joey's cock throbbed deep inside her pussy, and Peggy began to work her ass back and forth, fucking her son. She squealed and gasped with delight, holding her tits through her dress, her head lifted up, eyes closed. She wiggled her ass now without losing his cock, fucking her cunt back and forth.

"Ooooo, so hot and hard! Ohhhh, God, it's so hard! I love it, love your cock inside me! I love it so deep inside my pussy!"

She wanted her son to say something, to tell her how good her cunt was. But she couldn't ask him; that would no longer be pretending. That would bring it into the open, and they would have to talk about it then, and Peggy wasn't yet ready for that.

Sliding her cunt back and forth on her son's cock, she sucked in air loudly. "Ooooooo, so fucking good! My pussy is on fire, burning up and I want it so much!"

Peggy actually glowed with delight as she moved her ass back and forth, fucking on her son's cock. Now that she had released all her pent-up desires, doing exactly what nice girls wouldn't – or shouldn't – do. She felt so good, she could fuck her son's cock through this hole all day long. The burning wetness of her pussy was unlike anything she had ever felt. She closed the lips of her cunt lightly as she pulled forward as his cock, crying out with pleasure.