Kathy Andrews - My peeping mom

"Ohhh, harder!" she screamed, lifting her crotch very high. "Do it harder, Bobby! Ohhh, so good! Faster, honey… I'm… I'm coming! Ohhh, so sweet, so good… so beautiful!"

"Gosh, Mom!" he grunted in a strangled voice, his cock plunging in and out of her convulsing cunt wildly. "Gosh!"

She felt her son's body stiffen. She heard his gurgling grunt. His cock throbbed deep inside her pussy, then he gushed.

"Ooooooh!" she whimpered. "I feel it, Bobby!"

Her cunt was filled with her son's come juice, spurt after spurt. Janice felt each throbbing gush of his sweet come juice as it spattered into her cunt. She was moaning loudly as she ground her pussy against him, digging into his tight ass cheeks. She was only vaguely aware that her son was squeezing her ass cheek.

Bobby slumped on top of his mother.

Janice caressed his back, moving her hand from his neck down to his ass, cheeks. He quivered for some time, puffing hotly against her flesh. Finally he moved, rolling onto his back at her side. Janice remained as she was, her legs widely spread, her cunt still pulsating deliciously.

Finally she lifted on one elbow and looked at her son.

"You're not… Bobby, you're not embarrassed?"

"Oh, no, Mom!" he exclaimed. "I think this is great!"

She smiled, pleased that he felt that way.

"You know," she said softly, running her hand over his chest. "I was. I was embarrassed. I mean, when you wanted to look at me without my clothes. But, somehow, I'm not anymore."

It was true; she was no longer embarrassed to be naked with her son. On the contrary, it felt very good. She ran her hand down his body and cupped his slippery cock and balls, giving them a squeeze.

She found out her son had been watching the man and his daughter next door as long as she had, that he jacked off quite often as he watched them. She also learned, to her delight, that he had come into her mouth for the second time in his life. His first time to discharge, he told her with bold pleasure, was with another girl. That excited Janice, knowing she had gotten his second discharge of precious come juice into her mouth.

But he knew more about girls than she had suspected.

They lay in bed for a long time, and she found out her son had felt up a girl before, that the girl had actually taken his cock into her mouth for a while. But she was her son's first fuck, his very first piece of ass. She hugged him tightly when she found that out.

The day was, spent getting to know each other, to talk of desires and to fondle each other's body. Before evening, Bobby had fucked his mother again, with both of them having violent orgasms.

They ate early.

Then, since the evening was so warm, they sat in front of the house. There was a small porch with a wrought-iron railing, and two chairs with a small table there. Those, too, were made of wrought iron.

It was only after they saw the girl next door walk up the walk to her house that Janice realized she had been unconsciously hoping to see the man again.

The girl was wearing a very tight pair of shorts and sleeveless blouse. She was amused that her son's eyes glowed with heat as he watched the girl.

Suddenly, before she arrived at her front door, the blonde girl turned and came directly across the lawn to them. Her exquisitely lovely face glowed with happiness.

"Hi," she said, standing at the railing. "I'm Pam. We moved in a month pr so ago. I thought it would be nice to meet you."

Janice introduced herself and her son, watching how the girl's eyes looked at her son. There was desire in those blue eyes, she saw. They were hot eyes. Then she realized Pam gazed directly and boldly at the front of her son's pants. Her son was looking the blonde beauty up and down, and Janice knew he was seeing her as she fucked her pillow.

Pam stayed a short time, chatting with them. Janice learned her parents were divorced, and she expressed concern for her father not dating women. Then, to Janice's amazement, Pam said, almost innocently, "Daddy needs a woman, you know? He's that kind of man."

Janice almost asked what kind of man that was, but held her silence.

"I try," Pam went on. "I try hard, but I'm only a girl and he's my daddy. What he needs, I think, is a wife."

"Why, Pam?" Janice asked.

"All men need a wife, don't they?" the girl replied. "But for my daddy, it's got to be the right kind of woman. One that will make him happy, if you know what I mean."

Janice didn't know what Pam meant, and she didn't ask. Instead she asked, "What's your father's name?"

"Frank," Pam replied. "I gotta go now, Janice." Pam's eyes raked over Bobby. "Maybe we can be friends, huh, Bobby? I can be a good friend… a very good friend."

Janice saw the expression in those blue eyes, and knew what Pam meant.

They watched the girl walk back across the lawn. Her ass, encased in the tight shorts, swung with invitation. At the door, Pam waved, then disappeared.

A few minutes later, her father drove up.

Seeing Janice and Bobby sitting there, he came over.

Introducing himself, he said, "I'm sorry about your mishap yesterday. I should have helped you instead of staring like an idiot."

His eyes moved about her body, and Janice felt as if she were naked. But there was a ripple of excitement, too. She liked the way his bold eyes stared at her tits, then lifted to her face. "I suppose my daughter has already introduced herself?"

Janice nodded. She felt the odd sensation that this man knew she had been peeking into their windows at night, that he jacked off deliberately. She had nothing to base the feeling on, except from the way he looked at her.

He lifted a hand as he turned to go, saying, "I'm sure we'll be good neighbors."

After he had gone, Janice had the distinct impression the man knew she had been watching him. There was something about his eyes that told her this.

That evening, Bobby was very excited, talking about Pam a mile a minute. "I hope she does it again tonight, Mom," he said. "I bet she'd let me do it to her, too."

"I bet she would, too," she replied.

"You know, Mom," Bobby said. "I bet Frank would like to do it to you, too. I saw how he looked at you. Why don't we be friends with them?"

"It looks as if we might," she replied. "But we can't let them know about us, honey. They may not understand."

"I can keep a secret, Mom. You won't mind if Pam lets me do it to her?"

Janice no longer felt embarrassment. She grinned at her son, then with a twinkle in her eye, said, "Bobby, if Pam lets you fuck her, I wouldn't mind at all."

Bobby giggled. "You said fuck, Mom!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" she chanted, then stuck her tongue out at him and poked at his crotch. "And more fuck, you horny kid!"

She wrestled her son to the floor, straddling him and pinning his arms above his head. Her skirt was hiked high, her pantied crotch resting on his cock. She wiggled her pussy against him, laughing.

"I should fuck the piss out of your cock," she murmured.

Bobby arched his prick upwards. "You just turn me loose and I'll show you who fucks the piss out of who, Mom!"

"Braggart!" she teased, grinding her crotch against him. "All you boys brag."

"Yeah, but I can do it!" he said.

"You can?" she teased, pressing her cunt down on him. "Why not do it now, then?"

"Let me take my cock out, and I will," he groaned.

"I'll take it out."

She lifted from him, sitting on the floor with her knees spread wide. Bobby gazed between her thighs at the tight band of her panties, seeing the dark curls of her cunt. Janice opened her son's pants and fished his cock out. She gripped it hard, making him yelp.

"You gotta take your panties off, Mom," he gurgled as she pumped on his prick. "No fair if you leave your panties on!"