Nick Eastwood - Peeping naughty mom

"Oooooo, shit, oooooooo," Sally was howling.

Bob was swirling his big wet tongue faster and faster around her throbbing clit, getting her aroused out of her mind. Thick pearly cream poured from her cunt in a steady helpless flood, and he gobbled up the tangy liquid as fast as he could get it. Sally was on the very verge of coming, waiting for just the right stroke to put her over the edge. Janet almost ached for her.

Come on, Bob, she thought, give her what she needs.

Just then he did. He suddenly jammed his mouth onto Sally's clit and began to suck her off. She screamed and arched her slim body, greedily shoving her joy button harder against his sucking lips. She screwed her eyes shut tight, aware of nothing but her intense need to come. Then she screamed again as she rocketed into orbit.

Bob drew back, his face soaked with her spurting come-juice. He grinned as he watched the results of his work. Sally was writhing all over the bed, moaning hoarsely as spasm after spasm of ecstasy shook her body. As she finally began to come down from her climax, Bob slid into the bed and eased her into the doggy position. He knelt behind her and leered.

"You ready for a good hard fucking, lady?" he growled.

"Oh, God, you know I am," Sally moaned. He socked the massively engorged head of his cock into her juicy little cunt mouth, and they both moaned with excitement as he pushed into her, cramming her with that wrist thick slab of meat. Once again Janet creamed through her clothes and almost groaned with envy. Peeping was fun – too damned much fun. She was getting unbearably aroused.

"Ohhhhh, yeah, honey, stick it in me," Sally moaned, "give me every inch of it."

Janet couldn't control her lust a second longer. She reached out in the darkness and fumbled around till she found the sharply tented fly of Jeff's jeans. She cupped and squeezed his cock, letting him know how urgently she needed it. But Jeff just patted her head, then eased it away.

Gritting her teeth, she turned back to watch Bob easing his huge hard boner the last couple of inches into his wife's steaming twat. Sally was in ecstasy as she took it, clawing the bedspread and whimpering, thick streams of juice overflowing her box and running down her thighs. Finally only Bob's big hairy balls showed, and he paused to savor the sensation, his prick fully sheathed in Sally's gripping juicy fuck hole.

But Sally didn't want him to pause. She obviously needed some lotion – and fast. "Fuck me, honey," she whimpered, "I need it so bad. Do it now, please."

Bob took pity on her and began pistoning his eight-incher up and down in her juice-slick box. Even twenty feet away and in another house Janet and Jeff could hear the obscene sucking noise his thick cock was making as it reamed out Sally's cream. His belly slapped rhythmically against her upturned ass, and her body quivered with each deep thrust.

"Ohhhhh, honey, yesss," she sobbed, "I love it, I just love it."

"I don't mind it myself," Bob leered.

But Sally was too far gone to make jokes. She was almost too far gone to talk. She gurgled and squealed and moaned, letting him know without words that she adored his fucking. She soaked his plowing prick with rush after rush of molten cream, and the thick juice overflowed her crammed box and flooded down her legs. Clearly she was in ecstasy, right on the edge of coming.

And so was Janet. She felt like she'd come if she sneezed, she was so achingly horny. She had a frantic urge to play with herself, but she rejected it. She wanted the real thing. She wanted Jeff's still-stiff cock hammering in her cunt. And she could have it, if only she could wait. But the waiting was getting more maddening by the second.

Bob was snorting with lust and hammering his meat into her faster and faster, making her body shudder violently. She didn't mind his roughness. She just got more excited. She dug her nails into the bedspread and howled in ecstasy as he pounded it to her. Then she gasped, stiffened, and went still for several seconds before her body began to convulse.

"Ohhhhh, Bob, ohhhhh, I'm coming!" she screamed.

Her cunt must have been clamping hard around his cock, because Bob snorted and spun out of control, hammering his load into her.

Janet shivered with longing. She needed to come so badly, she could have screamed. Once more she glanced pleadingly at Jeff. He was draining the last drops of excitement from the scene, his eyes gleaming lustily as he watched Bob and Sally writhing together in a howling mutual climax. He waited till they rolled apart, then turned to Janet with a big horny leer on his face.

"Okay, Mom," he whispered, "now I'll give you what you want."

He lowered the window, then reached up and pulled the shade. They were in pitch darkness, and when Janet reached out for him, she couldn't find him. Then the small bedside lamp went on, and there he was on the bed, naked and grinning. His handsome cock was standing straight up, stiff as a board and drooling fat globs of cream.

Janet couldn't control herself. She had no shame at all as she feverishly got up and stripped. The important thing was to get her clothes off as fast as she could and get her son's stiff cock into her famished cunt. She flung clothes in all directions.

Naked at last, she whimpered with need and dove onto the bed. As she rolled towards him, Jeff reached out and grabbed her while she was on her back. His face twisting with animal lust, he threw himself heavily onto her, knocking her almost breathless. He used his knees to force her legs wide open, then sank down between her hot silky thighs. Janet didn't mind his roughness. She screamed in ecstasy as he crammed his steel-stiff boner into her.

"Yes, Jeff, stick it in me, fuck me," she sobbed.

No, she'd run out of shame and guilt. All she felt was overpowering lust as she flung her legs wide open and took her son's thrusting cock into her womb. She didn't care about anything but getting fucked, and she wanted to be fucked till she couldn't stand it any more. Jeff began jackhammering his prick into her, making her body shudder with the impact. It was just what she craved.

"Ohhhhh, God, yesssss," she hissed, "that's it, baby, give it to me as hard as you can."

Jeff was trying to act cool, but he was just as insanely turned on as his mother was. After that kinky peeping experience, his cock was painfully swollen and his balls felt ready to explode. He couldn't control himself, and he spun out of control, fucking Janet so hard that the bed creaked and rattled. She clung to him, fucking back at him, jerking her hips to his hot rhythm.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck me crazy," she sobbed.

They went at each other like animals, clawing and snarling and growling. It was the most animalistic fuck Janet had ever had, no refinements at all. Just red-hot overwhelming lust, lust that had to be satisfied no matter what. She arched her body to take Jeff's piledriving prick as deep as she could get it, and he hammered it into her molten depths. A few more of those nearly savage thrusts and she felt her womb filling with the boy's molten jizz.

She was coming harder than she'd ever come in her life, harder than Jeff's father had made her some. There was something very special between her and her son – and she was just beginning to find out what it was.

When Janet woke the next morning Jeff was in her bed again. It looked as if his room was going to be used only for storing his clothes – and, of course, for spying on the neighbors whenever they forget to close their curtains.

"Let's go the beach," Jeff said eagerly.

Janet looked at him fondly. He was sounding like her son again. One of the things he'd always looked forward to on his summer visits was picnicking at the beach. At least that hadn't changed. He was looking as excited as a grade school kid as he waited for her answer.