Kathy Andrews - Wet dream Mom

At first, Peggy wasn't sure she heard the word.

"Pee, Mom," came her son's whispering voice.

"Qh, yes!" Peggy whined.

But she remained on her knees, clawing desperately at her hairy cunt. Joey saw the pink cunt lips, saw them gleaming with wetness, saw the way she pinched and twisted her clit. She listened to his voice, but it was as though in a dream, a wild, wicked, exciting dream. She responded to her son's voice as if it were a dream-voice, not real.

Jerking upright, frantic to come, Peggy pulled her panties on, almost tearing them in the process. Usually she adjusted the crotch of her panties, but this wasn't a usual situation. With the crotch of her panties caught on one hairy, swollen pussylip, Peggy stood straddle-legged, facing the hole in the wall. She cupped her cunt with both hands, her fingers framing the puffy pussylips.

With a sob, she began to piss.

"Ooooo, yes!" she wailed.

Joey's eye was wide as he stared at his mother through the hole. The hot piss boiled out of her cunt, spewed through the thin band of her panties. It sprayed along the edges, soaking her inner thighs and dripping down to her knees. The puddle of piss grew at her feet, and Peggy's hips twisted erotically. The wetness of her panties soaked through until they became almost transparent. Joey saw the shape of his mother's cunt hair, the golden color of her piss as it spurted from the tight crotch.

Peggy shuddered, then screamed, biting at her lips.

Her cunt convulsed with fiery tightness. The lips contracted as her clit almost burst.

"Oh, God!" Peggy wailed. "Ohhhh, God!" The orgasm shot up and down her body, consuming her flesh. Her cunt seemed to suck inward, her cunt throbbing with spastic tremors that went on and on. She jerked one piss-wet hand upward and squeezed painfully at her tit, twisting her nipple painfully. Her hips jerked back and forth as she came, and Joey stared in awe through the peep hole.

Her grinding hips slowed, and then she stood, her feet slightly apart, trembling from head to toe. As the frenzy of her orgasm faded, Peggy slowly removed her piss-drenched panties. She started to toss them into the hamper – but suddenly she stuffed them through the hole in the wall. She watched as her son pulled them through, then she bent over and peeked.

Joey was running her wet panties about his cock, bringing them to his face. She watched him for a while, curious. But Joey wadded her wet panties up and left the bathroom.

Standing up again, Peggy gazed at herself in the mirror. Cock cream glistened wetly on her face, mostly her lips and chin. She grinned at her reflection, wiping her fingers across her chin. Darting her tongue out, she licked at her lips. The warm taste of come juice sent a shiver up and down her spine. With her eyes glowing, she watched herself as she licked the jism from her lips, sticking her tongue as far down on her chin as she could.

Turning on the shower, she giggled softly. She was certainly taking an awful lot of showers and baths. But then, she had never pissed in her panties so often.

But, oh, how she had wanted to! It felt better than she had expected. Pissing in her panties felt good, exciting, and it was even better with her son watching her through the hole in the wall.

Peggy understood her son. She knew he was looking at her, could feel his eyes on her body. After announcing that one time about going to the bathroom, she had never mentioned it again. When she went, she said nothing, but knew her son would be right there, peeking in at her.

She was sure Joey wanted to talk bluntly with her, yet she couldn't. She needed more time. As days passed, she was slowly adjusting her dress, wearing more revealing clothing than ever before. They were always in good taste, yet sensual and teasing. She was hardly aware of this, but Joey was, most definitely.

Almost all her skirts and dresses were slitted up one side or the other now. A few were slit very high, and if she wasn't careful, a whole hip would be exposed, even the lace of her panties. She had one particular dress, designed on the lines of a Roman toga, that was silt to her waist. It draped over her shoulders and clung to the tips of her tits nicely. When she wore it, she always let her long, enticing thighs flash and tease.

There were changes coming over her, changes that surprised and delighted her. She was more relaxed, more comfortable, at ease with herself and her exposure. She became accustomed to her son looking at her, seeing the thrust of her tits, the flash of her legs. She no longer blushed when she caught his eyes on her body. Now she would shiver with pleasure, eyeing her son with flirty looks her mouth moist and pouting. Then, a few days after she had enlarged the hole in the bathroom wall, she wore a white toga dress without a body suit. Underneath it, her tits were naked, her nipples straining at it beautifully. She wore a pair of tiny, skimpy panties. The panties were only two triangular pieces of sheer lace, with elastic band about her waist. The dark color of her nipples showed through the thin whiteness of the dress, and when she swirled into the living room where Joey was watching television, her long legs flashing to her waist, she whirled in a circle. The two flaps of her toga-like dress lifted high, revealing the sweet shape of her compact ass, the tiny crotch of her panties.

Then she sat down, letting her skirt fall where it might. It fell with one long leg showing to her hip, the band of her panties exposed, too. Joey immediately forgot his television program, and looked at his mother openly for the first time. Peggy sat with her hands folded in her lap, peeking at him from lowered, half-shy eyes, a very faint smile on her full lips. Joey fidgeted, adjusting his pants as his cock turned hard. Peggy glanced at it, watching his prick swell, seeing the cockhead straining at his pants. Her cunt began throbbing with wetness. She end her son gazed at each other for a long, quiet moment.

Tension filled the room, and Peggy was very close to grabbing her son, fucking him frantically then and there.

She was about to reach for him when the doorbell clanged.

Jerking upright, she felt her face burn as she looked toward the door.

"Joey, I can't…"

Joey understood, and opened the door, hiding his hard-on behind it. He held it open only for a minute, then closed it.

"Just some guy selling something, Mom," he said. He leaned against the door, his hips jutting outward, his cock very hard and outlined in his pants.

Peggy stared at his cock-bulge, feeling herself shiver with need.

But the moment was broken.

She couldn't reach for her son now.

She licked her lips as she stared at his cock. Then, with a shudder, she stood up. Swinging her ass enticingly, she grasped the flap of her skirt and waved it around, her long legs showing. She paused at the entrance of the hallway, looking back over her shoulder at him, her eyes smoldering. The faint smile turned erotic, and then she moved swiftly down the tall.

By the time she entered the bathroom, she saw her son's eyes peering through the peephole. She stood and swayed her hips, swishing her skirt about, flashing her thighs, then the crotch of her lacy panties. She heard her son's breathing, and flipped the front of her skirt up to her tits, making fucking motions with her hips. She turned her ass toward him, lifting that part of her skirt. She leaned over slightly, waggling her ass, grinding erotically.

She could as easily have done this in the living room, yet it seemed more erotic to have him watch her through the hole in the wall. She knew it was still a pretense. This way she could pretend she was alone, with someone peeking at her, someone she didn't know. Peggy knew it was only a means of avoiding open confrontation with her son, which was silly and childish, after everything they had done. Yet, she had to play the game this way.