Kathy Andrews - Peeping tom mom

"Go… go… go!" the woman shouted, her naked body shaking now. "Squirt it to me! Shoot it in my cunt! Ooooo, I'm there! I'm coming… I'm coming!"

The man fucked hard into her cunt, holding his cock deep. His balls became very tight, then writhed as he yelled in ecstasy, his body stiff.

Peggy and Jeff were frozen at the window, their eyes hazy with passion. Jeff continued to cling to his mother's hand in a painful manner, but Peggy felt no pain. They watched the woman relax, sliding her legs down the man's, her naked ass shivering as she stretched out on top of him, kissing about his face. The man caressed her back, but spent most of his time feeling the cheeks of her ass and thighs.

Finally the woman rolled from him, and his cock glistened wetly. Peggy and Jeff stood there, watching them stroke and fondle each other. The woman bent one leg at the knee, swinging it back and forth, running her hand about her tits and down into the thick curls of her cunt.

"Now tell, me a blow job is better than that," the woman said. "There isn't a mouth around that can do what my cunt can do to your cock, Hank."

"You're probably right," the man said. "Still I'd bet a head of lettuce to a rotten tomato that Peggy Mason could suck a mean cock."

"You think any pretty woman will suck your cock," the woman replied.

"I'd sure like to have her give me a knob job," the man said, teasing the woman now. "I'd drink up a few gallons of her piss just to see how pretty her cunt was."

"You're a fucking pervert," the woman snorted. "All you think about is getting blow jobs."

"Hell, a guy can dream, can't he? When did they pass a law saying a guy couldn't dream about that?"

"Dream all you want, lover boy," the woman said, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Just make sure you don't go sticking that cock anyplace but up my cunt, you hear me?"

Peggy and her son saw the woman enter the bathroom, and she pulled at her son's hand, wanting to get away now.

Jeff came along reluctantly. On the sidewalk he said, "But, Mom, they'll do it again. They always do it two times."

"We're going home," Peggy said firmly.

Jeff walked beside her quietly. She knew that if he had been by himself he would have stayed and watched them again. But she wanted to go home. There was the strangest feeling in her. Her cunt was very wet, almost soaking the crotch of her jeans. Her nipples were so sensitive and tender she could hardly stand the way they brushed against her shirt.

Entering the house, she told her son to get into bed and go to sleep. Once she made sure he was in his room, she went to her own. The scene remained in her mind, and the comments of the man seemed to burn there, too. She had had no idea he thought of her that way. She had been nervous enough when he looked at her that she had started going to the more expensive market down the street.

Climbing into bed, Peggy could not resist doing something she thought was a long-gone childhood habit – she began playing with herself.

The scene she and Jeff had witnessed had excited her more than she would have thought. Her cunt was fiery, her pussy lips swollen, her clit tingling and almost too sensitive for her to touch.

Peggy turned onto her stomach and drew her knees under, raising her ass high. She spread her knees and placed her face on a pillow sideways, her tits on the bed as she bowed her back. She shoved her right hand to her hairy cunt and squeezed a tit with her left. She rubbed at her cunt, waving her naked, succulent ass about, moaning softly, her eyes closed. The tingling pleasure grew inside her, then became intense. She was about to come, and her fingers moved faster and faster. Her moans became louder. The scene of the woman fucking the man burned in bright heat behind her eyes, and she saw it all once more as her fingers agitated her clit into a shattering orgasm.

She remained with her naked ass high in the air, her breathing slowing. Finally she shoved her legs out straight and rested on her stomach, the cheeks of her sweetly rounded ass quivering.

"Peggy Mason, the cock-sucker," she whispered to herself.

A soft giggle bubbled from her. She pictured herself with that man, on her knees, surrounded by fresh leafy lettuce, sucking his stubby cock hungrily.

"That's the silliest thing ever," she whispered to the darkened room. "If I was going to suck some man's cock, it sure wouldn't be his!"

Since she had been out so late the night before, Peggy didn't wake up until almost ten that morning.

The sunlight came in the window, and for a moment she wondered why that was. She always pulled the drapes. A frown came over her pretty face, remembering how excited she had been when she and Jeff got back home. She had forgotten to pull those damned drapes! She wondered vaguely if someone else had been prowling the neighborhood, someone peeking in at her as she finger-fucked herself so wickedly.

So what? She thought, stretching and yawning. Give the horny kid a break. She swung her long beautiful legs over the bed and sat up. Her eyes became wide. Why would it have to be a horny kid peeking at her? If anyone peeped at her, it could just as easily have been a man, or a woman. Why did she think it would be a kid?

Jeff, for instance.

She shrugged that thought away and stood up. She walked nakedly into her bathroom and added scented oils as the tub filled. She sat on the toilet as the tub filled, watching the steam rise. Steam like last night, she thought to herself with a soft giggle. I was sure steaming last night. I never felt so damned hot in my life. Did Jeff… Peggy frowned, but the thought remained. Did Jeff jack off in his bed, the way I did to make myself come? The image of her son in his bed, his cock gripped by a fist, pumping frantically up and down, sent a thrill shooting from her toes to her head.

Peggy sank into the hot water, leaning back as the heat soothed her flesh. She found herself wondering about the coming night, if Jeff would want her to go out with him again… and if she would go. Mother and son, she thought, wandering around at night and looking in windows, watching people fucking! It was about as crazy as could be. A man, or a boy, peeping it windows was common enough, and perhaps a girl or woman now and then but mother and son? Crazy as all hell, that was for sure!

Crazy it may have been, but Peggy found herself anxiously waiting for darkness. Jeff was in and out of the house most of the day and she had little time to talk to him. However, she found her gaze straying to the front of his pants every time he came in the door. She wondered if she was looking to see if his cock was hard or not, and wondered why she was looking at his crotch in the first place.

Jeff paid no particular attention to her, no more or less than he always did. In a way, she felt he should be talking to her, looking at her, or something. After all they had, just the night before, shared one unusual thing together. Somehow Peggy felt he should act differently toward her, but she wasn't just sure how.

During dinner, he talked about his day, who he had seen and played with. But not once did he mention what they had seen the night before. Nothing had changed. Every thing was as it had always been. Peggy was beginning to wonder if her son was a Jekyll and Hyde type boy. Maybe he was a little boy during the day, and, when it was dark, became a horny boy who had to peep into windows and watch people fucking. The idea was outlandish to her. If a boy or girl was horny, they were horny whether it was day or night. At least they were, to her way of thinking. Day or night had nothing to do with when a person got all steamy for a fuck… or a jack off… a finger fuck. They were horny no matter what time of day or night it was.