Kathy Andrews - The widow_s horny family

Peggy sat up, glanced at her son's wetly glistening cock and, cupping a hand between her thighs, entered the adjoining bathroom.

She stared at herself in the mirror above the sink accused her reflections.

How could you? How could you fuck your own son? Are you that hot for cock? Then she answered herself. You're Goddamn right I am!

She used a damp cloth between her thighs, tossing it into the clothing hamper. Again she looked at her reflection, somehow thinking she would see a monster, a sex-crazed woman without guilt or shame.

She saw none of that.

She saw a face that was still beautiful, with honey-colored flesh and green eyes, eyes that now sparkled with the satisfaction she had not felt in two long years. She saw a woman with rich auburn hair that had coppery highlights, a woman with a face that could grace any magazine cover.

She saw a woman who still had the same figure as when she was cheerleading in high school. She saw a woman with firm tits, high and spongy on her chest, with nipples that still jutted.

Peggy's waist was still very narrow, with a flat stomach that had just the hint of roundness to it. Her hips were rounded and flowed gracefully to enticingly long, creamy smooth, thighs and curvy legs. Her ass swelled and arched in a teasing manner, the cheeks as firm as any teenage girl's ass, writhing when she walked, tantalizing any who watched.

Peggy was a woman with an erotic mind, and a body to match.

Two years before, Peggy's husband had been killed in an industrial accident.

They had been married for nineteen years. It had been a very good nineteen years, years filled with love and sexual satisfaction that delighted them both. Neither had a hang-up with sex.

She had met her husband while still in high school, and there was an immediate attraction between them. On their first date, they wound up in the back seat of his car, discovering the heat of uncontrolled passion.

Within a month, they had gone through every possible action a man and a woman could do with each other's body. They enjoyed it all, and their hunger continued to climb until it seared and threatened to devour them.

Quite by accident, they became involved with another young couple, also engaged tote married.

Peggy found no jealousy in observing her husband-to-be fucking this other woman, nor was there any hr her husband as he watched her fuck and suck the other man. What the incident did to them was create a desire in them both for more of the same. By the time they had gone together for six months, Peggy and he had enjoyed sex with four other couples and two singles. One of the singles had been a man and the other a girl. Therefore, when they married, they still sought out others with the same inclinations. Peggy had been surprised at how easy this was, surprised at the number of couples and single men and women who wanted to join others for rousing fucking and sucking.

Unlike some couples, fucking around with others only cemented the bond of love between Peggy and her husband. They had enjoyed an active sex life with others, until she became pregnant with Donny. That did not stop them altogether. She and her husband continued to fuck another couple well into late pregnancy. She had to drop out for a couple of months, of course, but she continued to enjoy watching her husband fuck other girls, and of course she had her mouth which was always eager to wrap around a hard cock.

She and her husband had kept up the swinging until he had been killed.

Even after that Peggy had wanted to continue, but somehow she felt it would have been disloyal to his memory. Opportunities abounded, naturally enough. She was asked to be introduced to many single men, but that wasn't for her. Some of the people she and her husband had been close to were disappointed in Peggy for stopping, but she didn't care. Even now, two years later, she received calls from a wife or husband, asking her to visit, to climb into bed with them, promising to have a nice-looking single man to join them.

But she had refused all offers.

For the past six months she had not been bothered that much, the people finally understanding and accepting her desire not to join. She had a son to raise, and she wanted to raise him – she would use that as an excuse. She had been shocked when one man and wife offered to allow Donny to join them. The woman had been very explicit in saying what she would do with Donny and let him do with her.

After her initial shock wore off, Peggy began to feel the excitement of incest. She had even been tempted to take her son and visit the couple, but fought it off.

But it had caused her to start watching her son.

And she had seen his interest in the girls about the neighborhood. And she had seen his preoccupation with sex grow and watched him when he was with a girl, especially the blonde flirty girl.

That could be a problem, she thought.

The girl's parents were kind of icy in their attitude with others, and they seemed to watch the girl closely, as if they suspected her erotic nature. The girl, Susy, was certainly a succulent tidbit, Peggy had to admit. If her parents didn't keep a very close eye on her, she would soon be taking her panties off in the alley for boys.

Peggy couldn't understand how the lovely girl could have such an outgoing personality when her parents were so standoffish. She knew the parents, of course, but had not liked them very much due to their attitude. The man wits tall and good looking in an outdoorsy way. The woman, Peggy could see, would be very attractive if she would look at the world with a little warmth in her eyes. Both were in their thirties, and did not seem to have a social life at all. They stayed by themselves, and Peggy seldom saw Susy out of the house after five in the afternoons.

They lived next door to Peggy, and she had seen them in the back yard, barbecuing or having a drink. After a few awkward overtures of friendliness, she had given up when all she got in return were polite comments. Since they had not encouraged friendliness, Peggy had given up and simply waved, when she saw one of them.

She felt no shame after fucking Donny.

He had not approached her since that day, either, but she caught him many times looking at her with that knowing gleam in his eyes. She knew that her son would welcome another opportunity to climb into her bed with her, fuck her again.

Two days after it had happened Peggy realized she had been considering just that.

His cook had felt so good inside her cunt so damned good! The first cock she had had in two years, and she had come so explosively. She knew she had to have more cock or else she would wind up snappish and irritable. For two years she had managed, getting by on her erotic fantasies and using her finger. She had almost become accustomed to it… and then her son had fucked her.

She was preparing for bed, her body fresh from the bath, scented deliciously. She knew Donny was in his room, probably surrounded by his comic books. As she sat at the vanity, stroking her long hair, she wondered if she thought about that day, thought about how her pussy felt clinging to his cock. The thoughts were making her excited. She put the brush down and stared at herself, wondering if she should go to him. There were no doubts what so ever in her mind that Donny wanted her to.

He had been unabashedly aggressive with her that day. But since then, all he seemed to do was look at her. She wondered if perhaps he was feeling guilty about fucking her. That wouldn't do, she felt, her son should not feel ashamed of fucking, even if it had been his mother he fucked. Peggy did not want her son to experience any feelings of shame when it came to sex.

Standing up, she pulled her negligee about her body, her decision firm in her mind. She opened the door and stepped into the hall, going toward Donny's bedroom.