Kathy Andrews - Peeping tom mom

She really does mean it, Peggy thought. Sandra would really fuck her son! Somehow, so [missing text].

The idea of Sandra fucking Jeff was exciting to her. She didn't think Sandra was one of those confirmed cock-suckers, but someone who would love to fuck a hard cock just as much as take a prick in her mouth. Peggy looked at Sandra, seeing the beautiful face, those green eyes sparkling with what she decided was erotic mischief.

"You can have him," Peggy heard herself saying, "but he must be returned to me."

Sandra laughed. "I think you mean that, Peggy."

"I mean it if you do," Peggy replied.

"And what does Jeff think about that?" Sandra said, gazing down at Jeff.

Jeff grinned at her, pressing against his mother.

The conversation drifted away from unsaid sexual activity and soon Peggy returned to her house, Jeff following.

All afternoon, Peggy and Jeff skirted the conversation with Sandra, but she could see he was wondering about it, wondering if Sandra meant what she had implied. She wanted to assure her son that Sandra did, indeed, mean every word. But she wasn't certain herself. Perhaps Sandra was only teasing, not intending to go through with anything like that at all. Still, the hunger Peggy had seen in those green eyes had been obvious. But then again, Peggy thought, the hunger could have been deceiving. She had watched Sandra and the doctor alongside her son, so maybe she was seeing something that wasn't really there.

They were going out again that night, and both were hoping to find something a bit more exciting and stimulating than what they had seen the past few nights.

By ten-thirty, it seemed as though she and her son had reached a turning point. There was something in the air now, something neither wanted to speculate about, but both knew something would happen tonight.

When it came time to go, Peggy realized she was still wearing a flowery summer dress. She had always gone out in tight jeans and a shirt before. But, as she thought about changing, she saw Jeff was eager to leave. Deciding what she wore made no difference, they locked up the house and started walking around. It was surprising no one else was out, but it was a fairly small town, and everything shut down when the sun set.

They had been out only a short time when they found something promising.

They had gone between two houses and entered the back yard of one, where they found a well-lighted bedroom. It was, according to the furniture, the master bedroom of the house. They peeked in and saw nothing but an empty room and started to walk away. Then Peggy caught her son's hand and pulled him back. A woman's clothing was on the bed, laid out the way a woman would who was bathing or taking a shower. And she had heard water running which indicated a shower. "Let's wait just a minute honey," Peggy whispered to Jeff, holding his hand. "This could be interesting."

In a few minutes, a tall woman came into the bedroom, fluffing her hair with a towel, stark naked. Peggy had seen the woman around, but didn't really know her. The woman was perhaps forty years old, somewhat slender. Her titties weren't all that firm, but her ass looked good, as did the thick curls of her cunt.

"I'm ready, Joey," the woman called.

A young boy perhaps a year or so older than Jeff came in. Jeff giggled. "I know him, Mom," he whispered to his mother. "We go to school together."

"Is that his mother?" Peggy asked.

"I think so… I don't know for sure," he replied.

They stopped talking, afraid the naked woman and the boy would hear them. The boy was wearing a pair of striped boxer shorts, the fly gaping open.

The woman shoved her hand into the fly and pulled the boy's cock out.

"You're almost hard, Joey," they heard the woman say. "Mother will make it real hard for you. You like it when mother makes your little cock hard, don't you?"

Joey replied by nodding his head.

"And what are you going to do with this cock, baby?"

"I'm gonna fuck you, Mother," Joey said.

"That's right, Joey," the woman murmured, jacking on her son's cock, feeling his prick grow into hardness in her hand. "But you've got to say where you're going to fuck me with it. I want you to say it the way I taught you."

"I'm gonna fuck your cunt, Mother," Joey replied, handling his mother's titties. "I'm gonna stick my cock up your cunt and fuck it good. I'm gonna fuck your cunt and fill it up with all my come juice, Mother."

"That's right, Joey," the woman gurgled, stroking her son's cock vigorously. "Mother is a cunt, Joey. You must never forget that mother is a cunt!"

"I won't forget, Mother," Joey said, sliding one hand to his mother's thick pussy hair. "You're a cunt, nothing but a cunt! A cunt to be fucked, a cunt that has to be fucked because that's all you are – a fucking cunt!"

Peggy knew immediately what this situation was. This woman, apparently, had masochistic wishes, and exercised them with her son. But Joey didn't seem in the least reluctant. Perhaps, Peggy thought, Joey was sadistic, and if that was so, they made a perfect pair. They could both exercise their desires together.

"Yes, Joey," the woman moaned, jerking on her son's cock with a tight fist. "I'm a fucking cunt! You know what you're supposed to do with your fucking cunt, mother, don't you?"

"I'm gonna fuck your fucking cunt, Mother," Joey said, and suddenly thrust two fingers into his mother's cunt almost violently. "Ohhh that's good!" the woman groaned, spreading her legs, pumping almost frantically on her son's cock now.

"Fucking cunt!" Joey shouted. "Fucking cunt mother… fucking cock-crazy cunt mother!"

"Yes, yes!" the woman urged in a thick voice. "I am cock crazy, Joey!"

"You'd fuck a Goddamn dog, wouldn't you, fucking cunt mother?" Joey snorted, fucking his fingers in and out of his mother's pussy as site half-squatted now, legs wide. "You'd fuck a dog's cock, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! Oh, God yes! I'll fuck a dog, lacy!"

"You'd suck cock and eat cunt and assholes, too, wouldn't you, fucking cunt mother?"

"Let me!" the woman shouted, excited to a frenzy by now. "Let me eat your fucking asshole, Joey! Let me shove my tongue up your fucking asshole and eat it! I'll eat your asshole, your cock, your balls!"

"You'd eat a dog's cock, too, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! Oooo, yes I would!" The woman groaned in a sexual frenzy, dropping to her knees and trying to swallow her son's cock, balls and all.

Joey grasped his mother's head and fucked his cock so hard into her mouth, the woman gagged. But she shoved her lips down tight at the base, the full length of his cock deep in her mouth.

Joey began to fuck his mother in the mouth brutally, banging hard against her lips, watching her.

"Eat my cock, cunt mother!" Joey shouted down at her in a thick, gruff voice. "Suck my cock with your cunt mouth, you asshole fucking cunt mother!"

"Mmmmm!" the woman gurgled wetly.

Peggy trembled at what they were seeing. It was brutal, but no one was being physically harmed. And in a way, it excited her. She was still clutching her son's hand. When she felt him pull it to the front of his pants, she made no resistance. His cock was hard, straining at the front of his pants as he watched the woman on her knees, sucking wildly on Joey's cock.

Peggy was aware that her son was fumbling with his fly, but she was so interested in watching this woman sucking on her son's cock so greedily, she wasn't really aware of what Jeff had done until her fingers were wrapped about his hard prick. Feeling her son's cock this way caused a stab of burning ecstasy to explode between her thighs. She squeezed Jeff's prick tightly, but did not move her hand. She held his cock in her hot fist as they watched and soon realized Jeff was fucking her fist slowly. She tightened her fingers on his cock even more.