Kathy Andrews - My peeping mom

Janice shoved his pajama bottoms down, and ran her hand over his tight ass. Bobby was shivering and groaning with delight as she ran her hand over his tight ass. Scooting her other hand to his cock, she began to jack on it and caress his ass cheeks at the same time.

"You like to watch that girl, honey?" she murmured, stroking back and forth, with her fingers tightening and flexing. She cupped a cheek of his ass, digging her fingers into it. "Do you enjoy watching her, seeing her naked, doing that with the pillow?"

"Gosh, yes!" her son grunted.

"Keep watching her, darling," she whispered in a thick sound. "You just keep watching her."

Janice knew what she was doing, but the compulsion was strong, too strong for her to resist. She began to sink to her knees, still clasping her son's ass cheek in one hand and his cock in the other. While Bobby stared at the girl fucking her pillow, Janice pressed her hot lips to her son's hip, kissing it moistly. With the contact of his flesh against her hot, wet lips, something flared inside her mind. She pulled at Bobby's hips, and then her face was level with his thrusting cock.

"Keep watching the girl, darling," she hissed at him. Taking her son's hips in both hands now, Janice placed a hot kiss on the very tip of her son's cock. It was slippery. She tasted the dripping juices from her son's piss hole. A low, almost animal-like growl bubbled from her.

Her mouth opened.

The head of her son's cock was between her lips. Then, unable to stop herself, her lips closed about the head of her son's cock. She heard Bobby groan with pleasure, and his hips arched forward. Sliding her hands past his hips, she clutched at his tight ass, her fingers digging into the taut flesh. As her lips clung tightly and hotly to his cock, she flicked her tongue about his piss hole. The taste of him sent her mind into a reeling, erotic ecstasy.

With a loud whimper, Janice shoved her face forward. Her wet hot lips slid along her son's throbbing cock until they were pressed at the base. She felt his swollen cock head probe her throat, his precious balls against her chin. For a long moment, Janice was startled by what she had done, what she had in her mouth. But the ecstasy overcame any other thought.

Mewling, she began to suck on her son's cock. The way it throbbed, the intense hardness of it, sent a wild, intense ripple of pleasure down to her cunt. She began to come as her mouth devoured his prick with eager, hungry strokes. Her tongue licked wetly along the underside. His balls brushed at her chin. She felt her son holding her shoulders as he gasped in pleasure. She glanced up, his cock still stuffing her mouth. He was still staring out the window, which meant the girl was probably still fucking her pillow. Her son's cock throbbed powerfully inside her mouth, and Janice began to suck on it with a hungry frenzy.

Her fingers dug into his tight ass, pushing and pulling on him, trying to get her son to fuck her mouth. But her son stood rigid, letting her suck his cock. Janice sucked strong and vigorously, mewling, her tongue in constant motion. The taste of his dripping juices sent spasms through her cunt, and she swayed her ass with the hot orgasms that were coming one after the other.

Bobby's cock was so hard in her hot mouth. She ran one hand up and down his thigh as she sucked, the other hand clinging to his ass tightly. The moist sounds of her sucking mingled with his heavy breathing. She felt her son's cock throbbing more powerfully in her mouth.

"She's coming, Mom!"

The words struck her ears, making her suck furiously on her son's cock. Anticipation began to build in Janice. If her son could come, she wanted him to do so now. She wanted his cock to squirt into her mouth, flood it with the precious sweetness of his balls.

She sucked frantically.

She felt her son's hand resting on top of her head. His hips were shaking as she sucked furiously, her lips sliding back and forth on his throbbing cock hungrily. The pulsations of her son's cock against her tight, wet lips transmitted down her throat, racing downward, until her cunt was exploding with orgasms. Her hair was waving back and forth, her eyes closed, as she savored this taste of her son's cock. Her mouth felt stuffed, her lips stretched, and her mind was roaring with erotic ecstasy.

Her son grunted.

She tasted a gush of hot, foamy come juice. Janice mewled as his cock spurted again. Quickly, she pulled her lips back until she held only the swollen head between them, her tongue flicking rapidly about his spewing piss hole. She sucked hard as her tongue flapped about his smooth cock head, her mouth filling with the nectar of his sweet balls. She was trembling as she sucked, her tits swelling and the nipples pressing through the fabric of her gown against his shaking thighs. She clawed at his tight ass. When Bobby squirted one last discharge of come juice, Janice whimpered and swallowed, then pulled his prick deep into her burning mouth once again. She held him there, reluctant to let this delicious cock free.

Letting his prick slip from her mouth, she stood up, not looking at her son. She felt a twinge of guilt now that it was over. The taste of his come juice lingered in her mouth, sweet and pleasant.

"Have you seen her before?" Janice asked in a very low voice. "That girl there, I mean?"

"Yes, Mom," he replied, his voice shaky. "Almost every night."

Her son, seemed embarrassed about what happened, too. There were a few moments of heavy silence.

"Have you seen the man, Mom?"

She nodded. "Yes," she whispered. "I've seen him."

Again there was an uncomfortable silence. They were both still standing at the window, looking across the fence. The girl had drawn her knees underneath her body, her ass high in the air and pointed toward Janice and her son. Janice felt her hip come in contact with her son's body. He was still trembling. She drew her hip away.

She stood with her hands dangling at her sides, watching the girl across the way, but her mind was on her son. The girl was not as interesting to her as what she had just done with Bobby. She felt his hand move against hers, and then they were holding hands. She felt her son tighten his fingers against hers.

"There he is again, Mom."

Her eyes focused, and there was the man.

Again he was in jockey shorts. His hand was inside them, and it was obvious he was fondling his cock and balls. They stood side by side, squeezing hands as the man slipped his cock from the crotch of his shorts and began to jack off. He stood next to the bed tonight. Janice recalled that the man had gazed under her skirt as she sat in the car, and he had seen her pantied ass when her skirt had ripped. She wondered if he mentally used that as he jerked on his prick.

"Gosh, Mom," Bobby gasped. "He's got a big one, huh?"

Janice didn't know how to reply to that. Her eyes were fixed upon the man's prick, and she squeezed her son's hand. The excitement was gripping her again. Her cunt was bubbling wetly between her thighs.

Bobby pulled at his mother's hand. She gasped softly as he placed it upon the front of his body. His pajamas were still around his feet, and she found her son placing her palm against his cock and balls in a bold manner. Her fingers squeezed gently, rolling and tugging his balls and cock together as she felt him swell into hardness again.

As if mesmerized, Janice took her son's hand and pulled him toward the bed. Her cunt was about to melt, it was so hot.

Bobby came with her, uncomplaining.

She sat on his bed, with her son between her knees. Although the room was dark, she could see the dim haziness of his cock standing straight out. With a cry of mixed guilt and ecstasy, she wrapped her fingers about his prick and stroked back and forth.

His body was trembling again as Janice pulled her gown past her hips, bunching it about her waist.