Kathy Andrews - My peeping mom

No words passed between them as she lay back, spreading her legs wide. She guided her son between them, placed his cock against the hairy, steaming lips of her cunt. Closing her thighs against his, she felt her son shake almost violently. With the head of his cock at her puffy cunt, Janice took hold of his hips, then pulled him forward.

His cock slipped into her pussy.

"Ooooh!" Janice mewled softly when she felt her son's cock slide into her cunt.

Her body shuddered with the first penetration, and she held his hips so he could not eagerly thrust into her. Again she felt a momentary twinge of guilt. But the ecstasy of feeling his cock just inside her cunt over-rode the feeling. With her hands still on his hips, she pulled him forward again. His prick moved deeper, and she was mewling as her son's cock filled her burning cunt. When his balls brushed the creamy cheeks of her ass, Janice lifted her legs and pulled them to her tits, holding them there. Still without a word being said, she felt her son probing at her cunt with his cock. His movements were uncoordinated, inexperienced. But she held her knees tight against her tits, letting him learn. Soon, his cock was fucking into her greedy cunt with exuberant lunges. He was gasping as he fucked his mother, and Janice was whimpering with ecstasy.

There was no thought of the girl and man next door now. There was no thought of anything in her mind except her son's cock thrusting into her… his balls beating upon her uplifted ass. Janice raised her ass higher yet, arching it into him, wiggling it about, as her son began to fuck with more excitement.

Although she felt it was only her overheated imagination, Janice thought she could feel each ridge and groove of her son's strong cock with the sensitive lips of her hairy cunt. It throbbed and pulsated hotly inside her, going quite deep. She began to grind her ass about frantically as he placed his hands on the backs of her thighs, pumping and puffing hotly. The sounds erupting from her were the sounds of a woman experiencing intense ecstasy. Her cunt was going through a series of convulsions, her orgasms crashing one after the other. Her pussy was drawing tightly on her son's cock as he banged back and forth. The subtle muscles of her cunt sucked and chewed on his prick, her stomach rippling as she squirmed her ass about in a frenzy.

Both Janice and her son were too excited for it to last long. The excitement clutched them hotter and hotter as he plunged vigorously into her grinding cunt. The waves of tight, squeezing orgasms around Bobby's cock was too much at this time.

He grunted loudly, and save in to the urge to push.

With his cock deep inside her cunt, his body rigid, his face straining, Janice felt her son come off in her pussy. When the gushing heat of his come juice splashed into her, flooding the satiny, slippery walls of her pussy, she came in one final, mind-shattering orgasm.

The following morning, Janice was almost afraid to face her son.

After he had fucked her so gloriously, she had slipped from his room. Everything had happened without them speaking. She had drawn him to the bed and pulled her gown up, exposed her cunt and drew his cock into it. There had not been a word between them whatsoever.

Pulling her robe about her body in the early morning, she entered the kitchen and prepared coffee. It was still early for her son, and he was sleeping soundly. As she sat drinking her coffee, she could not prevent a smile that appeared on her face. Bobby should sleep good and hard, she thought. It wasn't everyday a boy his age received a blow job and a good fucking from his mother. He was probably exhausted, she felt.

Her mind turned to the man next door and his lovely daughter. They must certainly be frustrated, she thought. Both of them masturbating that way. The man she could understand; she had never seen him with a woman, and he was always at home with his daughter in the evenings. It was obvious to Janice the man was highly sexual. And, so it seemed, was his daughter.

She ran her tongue over her lips as she recalled how her son had gushed into her mouth. Her question of his ability to come had certainly been answered, and answered very well.

When her son came in for breakfast, rubbing his sleepy eyes, he wore the bottom of his pajamas. Janice found her eyes going immediately to the front of them. With a blush, she jerked her eyes away.

"Good morning, Mom," he said, yawning and scratching at his chest.

She replied and watched him slump into a chair across from her. She searched his face carefully.

After a while, Bobby got up and walked to the refrigerator. He poured himself a glass of milk, drinking it down quickly. The refrigerator was behind Janice. She lifted her cup of coffee and started to take a sip.

The coffee splashed over the rim and onto the tablecloth.

Her son had come up behind her and draped a hand over her shoulder, and his hand now cupped one firm tit through her robe. Janice went rigid, a gasp escaping her mouth. She sat in a frozen attitude, eyes wide. She felt his fingers exploring the roundness of her tit. She felt the tingling sensation on her swelling nipple, a sensation that raced down and between her thighs.

Then her son's other hand was moving on her other tit. Janice was moaning softly as he fondled her tits. Her arms were rigid, elbows on the table, the coffee cup still in her hand and splashing more coffee onto the cloth. Then her son's hands moved inside her robe, underneath her gown. Janice swallowed as her son began to massage her tits in an inexperienced way. The way his fingers crushed her firm tits excited her, and a gurgle came out before she could suppress it. Her nipples had become fiery hot against his palms, and his hands scalded her tits like boiling liquid.

She managed to set the shaking cup down, and spread her fingers on the table. As her son fondled her tits, she curled her fingers until they were fists. But they were not fists of anger; she was excited, intensely so.

She felt her son trying to lift her. Not knowing what he wanted, she stood. She felt him move the chair away, and then he was lifting her robe and gown in back. She shivered as her son held her robe and gown high, knowing he was looking at her exposed ass and thighs. She braced herself with her hands flat on the table.

She felt a gentle pressure against her back. She leaned over. With more pressure, she had her upper body bent over the table, her robe and gown at her waist. She knew her ass was fully revealed to her son, knew he was excited by the view. She shivered as her son's hands moved over her creamy ass, over her thighs, back up again. He cupped a cheek in each hand, squeezing. Then he had a hand between her thighs and was fondling her hairy cunt.

Janice mewled as his finger dipped into her pussy, wiggling about. "Fuck me!"

Janice was startled by what she yelped.

Her son giggled.

"Oh, God! I didn't mean to…" she wailed, ashamed of what she had said.

Then she whimpered with ecstasy.

She felt her son's cock sliding into her cunt from behind. Involuntarily, she wiggled her naked ass as he shoved his cock deep. "Oooh, yes!"

Her son was holding her hips as he began to plunge his cock back and forth, fucking her. Through the heat of her desire, she sensed her son was not as jerky in his movements this morning. This morning, he seemed to know exactly what to do, how to lunge back and forth without being so shaky. His cock felt huge inside her pussy, stretching her sensitive cunt lips as he stuffed it. She felt his balls banging upon her thighs and ass. She wiggled and waggled her ass as the excitement grew more intense. She could hear her son grunting behind her. She began to grind and gyrate her naked ass as he fucked vigorously up her hair-lined cunt.