Kathy Andrews - The widow_s horny family

Peggy clung to her son's cock as he came.

Her lips were wrapped about the head, her fist still tight at the base. Her mouth filled time and again, sending sparks of ecstasy between her thighs. She wailed around his cock as a shattering orgasm burst within her cunt.

Falling forward, Peggy still had her son's cock inside her mouth as the small pool of come juice on his stomach smeared her cheek. She could hear her son gasping, and her own breaths came in choking pants.

Releasing her son's cock, she sat back on the floor, his come juices glistening on her cheek. Slowly her son reined, his feet back on the floor.

"Well, how was that?" she asked.

"You sure know how to drain a guy, Mother," he panted.

"Of course I do," she laughed. "That's because I love to suck cock, and I have this deliciously dirty mind… just like you, you horny shit!" She slapped him playfully on the hip. "That should cool your balls for a while."

But as her son pulled his jogging shorts back on, she knew very well it wouldn't cool him off. Her son, she knew could not go long without more pussy. He was as insatiable as she was now that they had started this. The problem was that Donny, she knew, wanted to fuck Susy. She knew that no matter what she did for him, he was soon going to get his hands into the girl's panties, and his cock inside her sugary cunt.

She watched him leave the house, knowing very well that he was going to be with Susy ma short time. Getting to her feet, pulling her panties up, she wandered into her bedroom for a shower.

There was a feeling of apprehension growing within her about Donny's desire for Susy. She didn't feel any fear, strangely enough, but a sort of tension of some impending incident. She ate dinner alone, wondering where Donny was.

He had never been so late before. She wasn't really worried because, despite his manner, he seldom gave her cause to be concerned.

But when he still had not come home by ten that evening, she began to worry.

The sun was shining when Peggy woke up. She sat upright in bed, confused for a moment. Then she swung her feet over the side and, wearing only panties, went straight to her son's bedroom.

With relief she saw him sprawled there, still sleeping.

She had fallen to sleep waiting for him and had not heard Donny come home. That was unusual, because Peggy had always waited up for her son when he was at a late movie with friends. But then she had known where was and what time he would be home.

Last night she had not known where he was. And that made a difference, a big difference.

Simply because he was fucking her, she thought, was no reason for her son to ignore the established rules. Feeling angry, she showered and dressed, choosing a becoming skirt with pleats, a garment that emphasized the swell of her ass and swirled about her thighs as she walked. A tight, sleeveless summer sweater concealed her tits, but not the firm thrusting shape of them nor her nipples.

She had her usual coffee, thinking about what she would have to say to Donny about last night. The more she thought of his unconcern, the more she fumed. She thought about spanking him, but he was getting too big for that. She could ground him, as the teenagers called it. She could restrict him to the house for a few days, a week perhaps. If there was one thing Donny dreaded, it was being unable to leave the house during the summer months.

The sound of the telephone startled her out of her thoughts.

"Peggy?" she heard, the voice vaguely familiar to her. "This is Grace."

Peggy's eyes widened.

"Yes, Grace?" she replied, apprehension growing in her.

"I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee with me," Grace said, her voice unusually low. "I know we've never been that close, but it seems we may have something in common."

"I'd be pleased, Grace," Peggy said, hardly believing she could possibly have anything in common with that tall, icy woman.

"Shall we say in an hour?" Grace asked. "Just you and I – Susy will be out, I'm sure."

"Of course, Grace," Peggy replied, hanging up.

She sat there, her coffee becoming cold, deep in thought. She was sure now that Donny had been caught with Susy. After living next door to this woman for some time, this was the first overture of friendliness ever. She recalled how Susy had squatted there to whisper to her mother. And now, Donny out most of the night.

She felt something was wrong.

For a moment she considered waking her son and asking him what he had been doing, perhaps getting some information from him before she saw Grace. Discarding the idea of talking to Donny first, she went to her bedroom and brushed her auburn hair and applied daytime make-up.

She rapped on the door and was admitted by Grace.

Peggy was surprised to see Grace wearing a robe. But, despite the robe, the woman was made up and her hair was gleaming. She still presented an aloof appearance, despite the smile of greeting as she ushered Peggy into the house. This was the first time Peggy had been in Grace's house, and she was pleased to see the good taste of the furniture and original paintings on the walls.

She accepted a cup of coffee, black, from the tall woman. She looked at Grace, thinking she was more aristocratic in her bearing than cool as she had first thought. The woman was obviously well educated. Sitting on the couch with the coffee table – solid oak – holding her coffee, she waited as Grace sat at the other end of the couch, arranging the folds of her robe demurely over her thighs.

"You mentioned we had something in common," Peggy prompted.

Grace looked at Peggy for a long time before answering. Peggy shifted nervously, glancing down to make sure her pleated skirt covered her thighs. Then she felt and saw Grace's dark gaze fixed upon her tits. For a moment Peggy almost blushed, despite the many times she had been looked at his way by men and women, especially those times when she and her late husband had sized up a new couple to fuck with. Yet Grace looked at her tits not exactly with distaste. There was something in those dark eyes that Peggy detected, a warming perhaps.

"Our respective children," Grace said.

Peggy's breath caught in her throat. So it was Donny and Susy. Her anger started to flare again. She had asked him to keep his hands off the succulent girl, but he had gone ahead and done something with her and they had been caught.

"Go on," Peggy said, her voice barely a whisper.

"As I said, we've never been close, Peggy. But there are reasons for that. Perhaps, if we should become friendly, you'll understand."

"Please, get to the point," Peggy insisted.

"Yes, of course," Grace said, and her gaze was again upon Peggy's tits. "As it usually happens, parents become acquainted through the friendship of their children. I've been observing the growing closeness of my daughter and your son."

"Has Donny done anything that…"

Grace cut Peggy off with a laugh. The sound was very low, throaty, and, Peggy thought, close to erotic. This was a Grace she hadn't known about. "No, of course he hasn't done anything to displease us. I suppose you're wondering where your son was late last night?"

Peggy nodded, confused about this woman. There was no icy aloofness now, only warmth.

"Donny was here."

"Here?" Peggy repeated, looking sharply at Grace.

"Oh, yes," Grace murmured. "He's a delightful boy, you know, and Paul and I couldn't be happier that our daughter has taken a liking to your son. We watch Susy carefully about who she plays with, you know."

My God, Peggy thought. This woman is talking as if those two children are planning a marriage, or at the least an engagement.

"We love to have Donny here, Peggy," Grace went on. "We hope that you would welcome Susy into your home as we do Donny. There is an attachment between the two that Paul and I don't object to in the least."