Kathy Andrews - The widow_s horny family

"Ohhh, baby, baby!" she wailed. "Fuck it! Oh, God… fuck Mother up the ass! My hot ass… fuck my hot Goddamn asshole! Give it to me, Donny! Really give me a fuck up the ass."

Donny made no reply.

He grunted with the perversity of fucking his mother in her asshole. With his fingers digging into her hips, he began to fuck his cock back and forth with vigor, his balls slapping against the wetness of her hairy cunt. Peggy turned loose of his bans, her fingers now clawing at the sheets with blazing, mindless ecstasy. Her eyes were squeezed tight, her lips parted. She whimpered softly as the ecstasy flowed through her. The throbbing pulsations of her son's cock could be felt with her sensitive, tight asshole, and she tightened it about his prick, trying to draw on his cock.

Bending her head down, she peered with liquid hot eyes, watching his balls slap rhythmically against her hair-rimmed cunt as his cock fucked excitedly into her asshole. The growing waves of tingling orgasms were building in the pit of her trembling stomach. It was the greatest feeling in the world to Peggy. Shaking her ass in a frenzy as her son fucked in and out almost brutally, she squealed and whimpered when her cunt started through waves of glowing orgasms. Goose bumps raised on her satiny flesh, bumps of intense ecstasy.

As she started to come, her asshole set up a flexing, drawing motion on her son's deeply fucking cock. Her asshole squeezed and sucked at Donny's prick with powerful, gripping muscles.

The throbbing of his cock became more pronounced, sending sparks of heat into Peggy's ass. The burning, searing sensation of his cock fucking in and out of her asshole had her coming in powerful spasms.

"Come in me!" she screamed. "Come up my fucking ass, Donny! Oh, please, come in Mother's hot, fucking asshole! I want it, baby, want to feel your cock coming in my ass!"

Hardly had the words erupted from her constricted throat then her son slammed hard against her upturned ass. His stomach slapped upon her satiny ass cheeks, his cock penetrated deeply, his balls smashed against her convulsing cunt. The come juice splashed from the piss hole of his cock in powerful spurts, flooding the depths of her fiery asshole. She could feel the throbbing of his squirting discharge within her sensitive ass ring, and it sent a mind-shattering orgasm bursting in and around her hairy pussy. Although her knees were drawn up beneath her body, arching her naked ass into the air, she felt a weakness come over them.

She slowly began to slump upon the bed, and her son moved along with her, his cock still deep inside her clutching asshole. She sprawled on her stomach, her long legs spread, her son between them, resting upon the round firmness of her shivering ass cheeks. She felt his lips kissing at her smooth back, between her shoulder blades.

Turning, she pulled her son into her arms and held him tightly, her spongy tits smashing almost flat against his chest.

"You see, darling," she murmured, "you have no reason to screw around with Susy. You've got everything a young man could want with me."

When he didn't reply, she went on, "Don't you see, Donny? There aren't many girls that would let you fuck them up the ass. What does a girl like Susy know? I'll fuck you anytime you want, suck your sweet cock off, and you can fuck my asshole when you want."

Still Donny said nothing, and Peggy sensed he wasn't paying much attention to her.

Peggy kept seeing, in her mind, Grace.

What she had seen when the robe parted the day before was so unlike the woman, she felt. Although Grace dressed well, her clothing was not designed to draw attention to her body.

What Peggy had seen was a body that should be showed off.

The woman certainly had lovely tits, a bit larger than most, but not grossly so. Her waist was still small and her hips rounded. Seeing her in the back yard, wearing that skimpiest of all bikinis, then seeing the robe fall apart, Peggy suspected there was more than met the eye with Grace.

She recalled the color of Grace's nipples. The color was stark and vivid, and surely rouge or something had been applied to them. Peggy had seen enough naked tits in her life to know when a woman used makeup on them. And she knew that a woman lacking an erotic mind would never do such a thing.

That meant only one thing – Grace was erotic, yet concealed it. That didn't make sense, not to Peggy. Peggy had not heard of people that went out of their way to hide the erotic nature they felt. At least she had never met anyone that way, not in the circle she and her late husband had associated with.

Perhaps, she thought, Grace had no choice but to conceal her desires… perhaps her husband, Paul, insisted on it. Perhaps he was the one that held a tight rein on his wife, being a man with a low sexual desire.

If that was true, then Grace must be in misery, she thought.

Peggy was finishing up the washing, standing next to the washing machine. Suddenly she stood up straight, staring at the wall. Was that it? she thought. Had Grace, in her way, made a pass at her? She certainly look her time pulling her robe close over her body, and then Peggy realized those dark eyes had been glowing at that moment.

She left the garage and went to the bedroom, thinking it over. There was no other answer. And the way Grace had gazed at her tits in the tight, sleeveless sweater. Of course, Grace was starved for sex, sex with a woman at that, Peggy thought. Was it possible Grace preferred women to men, a cunt to a cock? There were women who did, Peggy knew, even though married.

Well, Grace had made the overture, she thought as she climbed into the tub. With scented bubbles swirling about her body, Peggy grinned to herself. If she wants some of my hairy cunt, I'm going to give it to her.

After her bath, she dressed in a becoming white skirt and pastel pink blouse. Underneath she was naked. No sense in putting obstacles in the way. She giggled like a school girl anticipating a quick feel at the drive-in movie.

Without calling first, Peggy walked across the lawn of the two houses, knocking at the door.

"What a pleasant surprise," Grace said when she saw Peggy standing there. "I was thinking about calling you, Peggy."

Seated again on the couch, with unwanted coffee on the table before her, Peggy lifted her left knee to the cushions, but keeping her skirt down. Grace sat at the other end as they chatted. They spoke of Susy and Donny, of their growing attachment to one another, each agreeing not to interfere, each praising the other's child.

After about half an hour, with Peggy watching closely for any sign of desire on Grace's lovely face, she began to feel her judgement had been wrong. Then Grace picked up her coffee and spilled it. With a womanish squeal, she quickly leaned the cup over the couch as if to keep it from falling into her lap. But the motion parted Grace's thighs, parted them wide. Peggy shot a quick glance between them, and, sure enough, all she saw was dark curly cunt hair – no panties at all.

She was not surprised when Grace left her thighs parted after sitting the cup on the table. Grace was pretending she was not exposed to Peggy. But Peggy made a point of letting Grace know where she was looking. Still talking away, avoiding sex talk, Grace suddenly leaned against the arm, of the couch, drawing one knee up. Peggy allowed a small smile to cross her face as she saw the satiny thigh of the woman, the pretended lack of knowledge about her pussy being revealed. Peggy knew that Grace was feeling her out, waiting to see what effect this would have on Peggy.

There was no garter belt, or nylons today, but Peggy felt that was because of her unexpected visit. Deliberately looking at Grace's long thighs and dark pussy hair, she lifted her own leg. There was an immediate response from Grace.