Kathy Andrews - My peeping mom

Bobby slumped, his cock still inside his mother's mouth. Janice could hardly breathe, and she gently shoved him off her face. Her cheeks were smeared with come juice, and she had managed to swallow it only after his cock was out of her mouth. Wiping at her face with both hands, Janice giggled softly as she licked her palms.

"You motherfucker," she said with affection. "You came so damn much I couldn't swallow it all. I've got to wash my face now."

Bobby grinned. "Your mouth is almost like your cunt, Mom. It's hot and wet and you can make it so tight on my cock. I really enjoyed fucking your mouth that way. Can we do that again?"

"Anytime, precious," she smiled, then wiggled her ass to the bathroom. "You can fuck mother's cocksucking hot mouth anytime!"

Janice saw Pam's father, Frank, the next day.

She saw him washing his car, wearing a pair of trunks. She watched him from the living room window. She gazed at the front of his trunks everytime he was facing her, remembering his cock as it was sucked by his daughter, then the way it stretched Pam's pink, sugary cunt.

She was more and more certain that Frank and Pam knew they had been seen, that the whole thing was staged deliberately. People simply did not leave their drapes open when they fucked, and most especially a father and daughter.

As with past days, this one was hot and somewhat humid. Janice wore a short tennis outfit. Her flawless tits were not confined by a restricting bra. Being drawn to Frank more than ever before, she went into the front yard of her home. She waved to the man and walked across the lawn.

"Need any help with that?" she offered, feeling bold and absolutely shameless.

"Almost done," Frank replied. He held the hose, squirting water over the soapy hood of the car. "Thought I'd take the day off and get some things done around the house. I decided I couldn't put it off any longer."

"You forgot this," Janice said, bending over to pick up the sponge in a pail of soapy water. She scrubbed at a muddy place on the lower fender. Her back was toward Frank, and she knew he could see the creamy backs of her thighs, and, she hoped, her tight panties.

After she scrubbed the mud off, she straightened up and faced the man. Her eyes moved to the front of his trunks, and a slow smile spread over her lips. His cock was swelling, she saw.

She started to say something, but suddenly the hose slipped out of his hand. When he grabbed for it, the spray was turned toward Janice. Within a moment she was soaked clear through. With a lot of squealing and dancing about, she felt her tennis outfit mold her body.

"Sorry about that," Frank said.

"Sure," Janice replied, laughing to let him know she didn't mind.

Her tennis outfit was soaked, clinging to her slender and well curved body. She saw the way Frank was looking at her. When she looked down, she saw the outfit, soaked with water, was almost transparent. The outline of her bikini panties were there, as well as the thrust of her tits. Before she lifted her eyes to his face, she let them linger significantly on the front of his trunks. His cock was swollen hard now. It was beautifully outlined, even the head as it poked up and off to one side.

"I take that back," he said in a hoarse voice. "I'm not at all sorry about it."

Looking him directly in the eye now, Janice said, "I'm not, either." Her words came out husky, filled with the erotic need she felt for this man. "I'm glad it happened."

The hose was dropped, the water squirting over the green lawn. Frank stepped toward Janice, and then she was pressing, against him. She felt his hard cock probing at her stomach, her tits flattening against his chest as he pulled her into his arms, his mouth crushing her lips. Janice wrapped her arms around his waist, and she began to grind her stomach against his throbbing cock.

Pulling away from him, she looked up into his eyes. Resting her hands on his broad shoulders, she said in a whispery voice, "Some nosey people might be watching us."

"We can take care of that," he said, his voice gruff with desire. "Your house or mine?"

"Who cares!" she whispered.

Frank took her hand and they moved swiftly into his house. Janice was dripping wet, but neither of them minded that. After he closed the door, he took her into his arms again, only this time his hands clutched at her swelling ass. "I don't suppose this is any time to act shy," Janice whispered as she shoved her hand between their bodies. She gripped his cock through the trunks, squeezing it. "I don't feel shy, just downright hot!"

She mewled as he began to pull at the zipper in the back of her soaked tennis outfit. As he undressed her, Janice squeezed and stroked his prick, sliding her fingers beneath the elastic waistband. She rubbed the smooth head of his prick, feeling the dripping juices. Her tennis outfit slipped to the floor, then Frank was showing her tight bikini panties down. Janice had to help him; she peeled her panties down, kicking them away, then stood beautifully naked as he quickly got rid of his trunks.

Her eyes went to his cock immediately, seeing it up close for the first time. She gripped his prick eagerly in one hand, the other taking hold of his hairy balls.

"Ohhh, God!" Janice whimpered with heat.

Frank ran his hands all over her steaming flesh, felt the swells of her tits, the curves of her ass, between her thighs and the hairiness of her cunt.

"Here," he said in a thick voice, shoving objects off the low coffee table. He placed Janice upon it, pressing her shoulders down until she was sprawled on her back. Her head hung over one end and her legs over the other. Frank parted her thighs, and then she felt his cock pressing against the heat of her cunt.

"Hurry! Oh, God… hurry!" she groaned.

She felt his weight settle upon her as his cock penetrated her hairy pussy. He was grasping one tit, his fingers digging into the smooth mound as he shoved his cock very deep into her pussy. She felt his heavy, hairy balls smack her ass cheeks and her cunt seemed stretched beyond description. His cock was thick, very thick, and it stuffed her gripping cunt to the utmost limits.

As his hips began to move, his cock fucking back and forth, Janice felt his mouth close on her tit. He sucked at her nipple, his tongue swirling about it. She let her head dangle, her hair sweeping the floor, arching her hips up to meet the fantastic thrust of his cock.

The coffee table was narrow, and she gripped the edges with tight fingers, whimpering and mewling and cooing with delight.

Frank fucked her with powerful thrusts. His cock was so huge and long that she was going through orgasms from the first penetration of that smooth, huge head. His hairy balls banged and bounced upon her hot ass cheeks, the thick hairs tickling her. It seemed to Janice that Frank's cock fucked all the way into her stomach. She boiled with the starving need for his prick, and her ass churned up and down. She had placed her feet flat on the floor, her knees wide, and with the bunching muscles of her stomach and thighs, she flung her cunt up and down, meeting his movements with a reeling mind of wanton ecstasy.

Every inch of Janice's body burned with delight. Goosebumps rippled up and down her naked flesh. She gurgled and moaned, her cunt sucking at his cock. Her cunt was so sensitive, she felt him throb with the lips of her pussy, felt the ridges and grooves, and the swelling of his cock head as it slipped along the hot, wet, satiny walls of her cunt.

"Oh, God! Ohhh, God!" she wailed as her hips thrashed and churned beneath his pounding prick. "So good, Frank! So fucking good! Ahhh, fuck me, Frank… I love it so much!"

She could hear Frank mumbling, but the words didn't penetrate the erotic fog of her mind. The only thing that penetrated her was that enormous, deliciously hard cock.