Kathy Andrews - Peeping tom mom

"Oh, baby, you're going to make me come… if you keep fucking me so damned fast and hard!"

"I wanna make you come, Mom," Jeff groaned above her shaking ass. "I wanna feel your cunt squeeze my cock the way it did last night! That was good, Mom!"

"You have to come, too!" she yelped. "I want to feel you squirting come juice up my wet snatch, Jeff! If I come, you have to come, too!"

Peggy tried to whip her ass back and forth with him, but her son was sucking her very hard and fast. She had fucked him last night while he lay as rigid as a board, so maybe, she felt, it was her turn to be still. But she wasn't the sort of woman who could be still when a hard cock was fucking her. She had to move. Somehow, she managed to shake her ass erotically as he clung to her hips, the lips of her cunt closing tightly about his fucking cock. The deep muscles of her cunt, when friction like this began set up a squeezing movement that was almost like lips sucking a cock. As her son fucked her, Peggy's cunt seemed to be sucking him off at the same time.

She could, she knew, make her son come off without moving. She could make him come simply with that sucking action of her cunt. But she preferred the thrusting friction of fucking.

"Qhhh, almost there!" Peggy wailed, digging her nails into the sheet. "I'm about to come, Jeff! Oh, harder and faster and deeper! You're going to make me come!"

When she came, Peggy screeched with the ecstasy. It started as a groan and grew into a high-pitched wail. Her cunt grabbed at her son's hard cock, milking it with wet heat. Jeff fucked his prick deep into his mother's tight cunt, screwing his face up. His balls felt smashed, he pressed so hard. Then he came, come juice flying from the head of his cock like water from a water hose with a great deal of pressure built up in it.

"Oh, my God!" Peggy wailed, her eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy. "Ohhhhh… my God! You're filling me, darling! Oow, so much! You're coming so fucking much in my cunt! It's so good… so fucking good! Drown me, honey! Drown me with that sweet, sweet come juice!"

The sensations were so terrific, Peggy didn't even know when her son pulled his cock from her cunt. She still had her ass high in the air, her pussy pulsating wildly, her asshole winking tightly. Jeff, sprawled back on his elbows, gasping heavily, watched his mother's asshole flexing, the puffy lips of her hairy cunt twitching.

He remembered seeing the doctor with Sandra, and, before Peggy realized it, Jeff shoved his face into her ass and began licking at her asshole with his wet tongue.

"Ohhh," she mewled, arching her ass into his face. "You know how to make me feel so good!"

Jeff laughed as he pulled his face out of her ass. He slapped her cheeks playfully.

"That's enough of that shit," she said, but her giggles removed any hint of anger, which she didn't feel in the first place. "Who do you think I am… Joey's mother? I don't go for any of that rough shit, darling."

"I'm gonna get a shower," he said, jumping from the bed but leaning over and kissing his mother's creamy ass before he walked into the hallway. "You've got a hell of a pretty ass, Mom."

"Thank you," she laughed. "I think, anyway!"

"Gives me some good ideas," Jeff said from the hall.

"Fuck you, darling!" she called out.

"Fine with me. Just as soon as I get showered."

"Asshole," she murmured as she climbed off his bed.

Peggy had just slipped into her robe when the doorbell rang.

On her way to answer it she noticed it was almost noon. She heard the shower going as she went past the hall bathroom, then stepped in quickly, calling to Jeff, "I'm closing the door, honey… someone is at the front door."

She opened it end saw Sandra standing there. "I thought you and I needed coffee together." Sandra smiled brightly.

"I don't know about you," Peggy said, running her fingers through her mussed hair, "but I need coffee, together or alone."

"Mmmm, just got out of bed, I see," Sandra said as she came in. "I had no idea you slept so late, Peggy."

"I had trouble sleeping," Peggy said, going to the kitchen and setting the coffee to brewing.

"Any particular reason for that?" Sandra asked. There was an expression on her beautiful face that made Peggy not reply. Sandra was dressed in a very becoming sundress with narrow, fragile straps over her shoulders, her tits half-naked. The dress was very short, and when she sat down, it rode almost to her lap, revealing her tantalizing thighs almost to her crotch.

As they talked, Peggy found herself hoping desperately Jeff would put on clothes before coming into the kitchen, or at least his pants. She didn't want Sandra to know they were fucking. Sandra was probably the hottest ass Peggy knew, and, now that she knew Sandra was fucking the doctor and her candles while her husband was out of town, she was sure Sandra would to try to make something nasty out of the relationship between her and her son.

But Sandra wasn't that kind of woman, she hoped Sandra didn't run around the town telling what she knew. She could probably keep a secret forever.

Jeff stepped into the kitchen.

And Peggy almost dropped out of her chair. He had his shorts on but his cock hung out of the fly, almost hard again.

"Jeff!" she yelped.

Jeff stopped, frozen where he stood.

Sandra saw him, her eyes raking over his prick, a smile spreading over her face.

"Well, look at that!" Sandra said, "Mmmm, I had no idea you had such a lovely cock there, Jeff."

"Jeff, put some clothes on!" Peggy groaned, embarrassed.

"Oh, no, don't do that," Sandra said. "Let's get a good look at that pretty thing. My but it looks good enough for a girl to eat!"

"Sandra!" Peggy groaned. "That's my son!"

"I know very well who Jeff is, Peggy," Sandra replied, licking her lips. "I'm not ashamed to admit I'd love to have a taste of that cock."

"Sandra, please!" Peggy's face was flaming with embarrassment, her eyes wide as she stared at Sandra.

"I sure do please," Sandra said. "You know, I think something is going on here. A boy just doesn't walk into the kitchen with his cock hanging out… not when his mother is there."

"What are you implying, Sandra?" Peggy asked, but without force in her voice. They had been caught, she knew. Sandra was no dummy. She knew what was going on.

Sandra ignored Peggy, gazing hungrily at Jeff's cock. But he turned suddenly and ran from the kitchen. Sandra laughed, a deep, throaty laugh. "Come on, Peggy, let me in on this. I'm your best friend, you know. If there's a little incest going on here, I want in on it."

"You're horrible," Peggy said, feeling some of the heat leave her face. "The things you imagine."

"I'm not imagining anything, and you fucking well know it, Peggy, my darling. You're fucking Jeff. That's a plain fact now. You're fucking your son."

"And you're fucking the doctor!" Peggy snapped before she could stop herself.

"You're right about that, except for one thing," Sandra gurgled. "I'm not fucking him; I'm sucking him. There's a difference between fucking and sucking, isn't there?"

"Not that I can see," Peggy said.

"Well, for one thing I promised my husband a long time ago that I would never fuck around on him. I didn't, however, mention anything about not sucking. I like to keep my word when I can."

"I still say you're horrible."

"But you know something?" Sandra said, ignoring Peggy's accusation. "I'd break my word if I could fuck that cute cock of Jeff's. Yes, I most definitely would break my promise."

Jeff came back wearing pants – his expression sheepish. But he could hardly keep his eyes off Sandra's exposed thighs. Sandra, of course, noticed that. While he stood at the sink, facing them, she twisted in her chair and deliberately spread her legs.