Kathy Andrews - The widow_s horny family

"Ohhhh, Peggy! Eat my cunt, please! Lick my hot pussy and tonguefuck it and make me come! Oh, hurry and suck my cunt!"

Peggy moved her face close, her tongue licking about the woman's puffy pussy lips. She traced Grace's cunt with her tongue tip, holding the parted cheeks of her ass with both hands. Dipping down, she scraped her tongue around Grace's asshole, felt her asshole tighten and heard a sob of ecstasy bubble from the woman's mouth.

Peggy started licking her tongue up and down, going from the pucker of her asshole to the tip of her clit. Up and down her tongue went, her hot breath causing Grace to tremble and yelp with delight. When she slipped her tongue inside the slippery, steaming cunt, her upper lips smashed at Grace's distended clit. Flicking her tongue in and out swiftly, she writhed her lip. Grace began to twist and churn her cunt furiously, making it difficult for Peggy to keep her mouth pressing upon her pussy. Sometimes her lips and tongue were on Grace's asshole, sometimes simply in the thick cunt hair, but most of the time she managed to keep her tongue fucking into the heat of that boiling cunt.

She knew when Grace started coming before her wild screams began to fill the room. She knew it because Grace's cunt closed about her tongue like a wet, slippery vise. She fucked her tongue in and out swiftly as Grace came, the orgasm drawn out until Peggy wondered if Grace would ever stop. And, the screams of Grace got louder. Peggy had to cling to the woman's hips with tight hands because her ass was churning up and down and revolving powerfully.

When she thought the orgasm was over, Peggy started to pull her tongue free. But Grace had grabbed her head and pulled her mouth tightly into her cunt, her long legs draping over Peggy's shoulders. The beat of those thighs against her cheeks sent a rumbling orgasm bursting within Peggy's cunt, and she began to lick and suck furiously once more at the dripping pussy.

"More! Oh, more!" Grace yelled frantically. "I want more! Give me more, you hot fucking cunt! Ohhhh, you sweet fucking bitch! Give me more tongue!"

Peggy heard the words of Grace. Her tongue shot into the cunt once more, sucking in a frenzy.

It was wild and somewhat strange to Peggy. Grace seemed so desperate for this, but the words she yelled somehow failed to fit the image the woman had been showing. Being called those names did not bother her at all. She knew passion was holding Grace. It was the desperation of a woman with intense sexual feelings, nothing more. The words meant nothing except that Grace was almost out of her mind with steaming desire.

The woman's dark-haired cunt was in spasms again, the lips sucking and clinging to Peggy's tongue, flexing in wave after wave of orgasms.

It seemed hours before Grace finally let her ass slump, and Peggy pulled her thoroughly wet face out of the greedy cunt. She sat on her heels, watching as Grace breathed with sharp gasps, her naked body trembling and shivering with the after glow of satisfaction.

Later, after dressing, they sat in the dining room of the house, drinking coffee. Peggy could not get over this difference in Grace. No longer did she appear to be a woman of mindless desire. Once again she looked cool and aloof, but her dark eyes were friendly now, very friendly.

"I've got to be careful," Grace said when Peggy asked about this seemingly double personality.

"I don't understand that at all, Grace," Peggy said. "You certainly aren't a cold person – what we just did proves that very well. Is it your husband? Does he cause this… this coolness?"

Grace laughed, the sound low and sensual. "Oh, my goodness no! I think I've given you the wrong impression, Peggy."

"I still don't understand," Peggy insisted. "We've lived next door to each other all this time, yet you've seldom spoke to me, or anyone else that I'm aware of. Why, be so stand-offish?"

"I told you the other day that once we got to know each other, you might understand it," Grace said. "I'm not sure the time is right, even now."

But Peggy began to think she understood. She looked at Grace for a long moment, then said, very deliberately. "Do you know that Donny is fucking Susy?"

Grace stared back at Peggy. Although her expression did not change, those dark eyes seemed to become mysterious. Slowly, Grace nodded her head.

"You don't mind?" Peggy said.

Again there was slight change in Grace's eyes, but then they became warm again. "There isn't much I can do about it, Peggy, if I did mind."

"Of course you can do something about it," Peggy said. "You're her mother."

"Then why don't you talk to Donny?" Grace said. "Do you care if he's fucking my daughter?"

"Only if you do," Peggy said. "Otherwise, I don't mind at all." She looked closely at Grace. "What do you mean, there's nothing you can do about it?"

"Susy is… hot," Grace said. "She's so fucking hot, she's almost insatiable."

"Susy? Your daughter is…"

Grace nodded. "But it's understandable, Peggy. After all, look what we just did. I'm that way myself."

"And your husband?" Peggy pressed. "I suppose he can't handle you… give you enough?"

"Of course he can," Grace laughed. "It looks as if you're going to find out things quicker than I thought." She stood up.

"Come with me… I'll show you."

Curious, Peggy followed Grace down the hall. She watched the sway of Grace's ass cheeks, seeing a much different walk than usual. She realized that, in her own home, Grace was natural, but strived to be cool in public.

As she stepped into the master bedroom, her eyes went wide.

Every wall, was solid mirror, ceiling and floor included. There was a huge waterbed in the center of the bedroom, and reflections were all over the place. The waterbed was round, and the only thing on it was a black satin sheet. There were white figures all over it, and on close inspection, Peggy saw the figures were all entwined in various sexual positions.

"I love it!" she breathed excitedly. "I just adore it, Grace."

"Paul and I designed it," Grace replied. "He's just as horny as I am… and… Susy. Do you understand now, Peggy?"

"I'm not sure," Peggy said. "I see a room designed for erotic fucking, of course, and I know you're a hot one."

Grace opened a concealed door. It was a closet, Peggy saw, filled with various articles of clothing. When Grace showed the clothing to her, she saw they were all designed with one thing in mind – to tantalize and arouse.

One garment caught her eye.

Taking it from the closet, she looked at it. It was a dress, but certainly too small for Grace. From the front it was complete, but there were two holes in the bodice, where tits could protrude. Turning it, she saw the dress ended at the waist, with the back missing. It had been designed to reveal the person's ass who wore it.

She looked at Grace.

There was a faint flush on her beautiful flesh, and her dark eyes seemed shy suddenly.

"You and Paul are very erotic, aren't you?" Peggy said.

"Now you know," Grace replied, sounding oddly flustered. "Please, Peggy, you won't say anything about this, will you?"

"Now, who would I tell?"

Grace hugged Peggy. "You don't think I'm… wicked?"

"Good God, no!" Peggy laughed. "I find this delightful!"

It was not until after she had returned home that it dawned on her that the dress was the perfect size for Susy.

She began to laugh.

Of course, she thought. Susy was a participant to the erotic action with Grace and her husband. They, too, were heavily into incest.

What she had seen over the fence that day the exposure of Susy's panties when she had squatted before her mother now made sense. Of course Grace had said nothing… she and her husband were doing delicious things with the exquisite girl, having things done to them.