David Crane - Peeping family

She heard panting in the closet, too. What on earth? Puzzled and curious, Bonny stepped back to the closet door and listened. Yes, there was definitely a sound of heavy breathing from behind that door. Who could it be? Had Robert the gardener sneaked in there to beat his meat, perhaps? That was an interesting thought. Bonny had never fucked Robert, but he wasn't a bad-looking fellow and she would have hated to have him waste a load of spunk on his own hand. She decided to investigate.

She opened the closet door.

Amanda, naked on the mattress, looked up, startled.

Bonny was equally startled by the sight of the girl, her crotch foamy with cunt juice.

They stared at each other.

"Errr excuse me, Miss Amanda!" Bonny said.

Amanda started to smile.

"Maybe you'd better come in," she said. Bonny, not at all sure what was going on here, stepped into the closet. She closed the door.

Then she saw the mirrors…

"Good heavens!" Bonny gasped.

She looked through the glass into the Bradshaws' bedroom. She was startled by the fact of the secret mirrors' existence, and equally startled to see that Robert the gardener was in bed with Charles and Laura. But they were not doing anything at the moment. Charles had drawn back after munching Laura's well fucked cunt and Laura had not yet moved toward Robert.

"You naughty girl! You shouldn't be spying on your mother and father!" Bonny said.

Amanda gave her a strange look.

A terrible thought occurred to the maid.

"Errr how long have you been here?" she asked.

"Quite some time," Amanda said. "You didn't see, errr…"

Amanda smiled sweetly. "Yep," she said.

"Oh, dear."

"I saw Daddy fuck you, Bonny."

Bonny still thought of Amanda as an innocent young girl. She had failed to notice how much Amanda had matured in the last year or so.

"Whatever must you think of me?" Bonny said.

Amanda shrugged, "I know what Mom thinks of you," she said.

"You saw that, too!" wailed the maid.

That was even worse. Heterosexual fucking was one thing, but for the girl to see her mother sucking pussy what a shock it must have been! Bonny was tremendously embarrassed. But then it dawned on her that perhaps it had not been a shock after all, or at least not an unwelcome shock. Amanda had been spying. She had obviously wanted to see something. Nor had she stopped looking after she saw Charles fuck Bonny she'd stayed for the second round and she was still here, waiting for more. Bonny looked down at Amanda. She saw how wet her cunt was, how her nipples stood out like bullets.

Amanda said, "Mom really loves to suck your cunt, huh?"

"I guess so," Bonny said.

"It looked like fun."

"Aren't you shocked?" Bonny asked.

"Oh, I was surprised. I never knew that Mom and Dad were both having you. But I don't mind, Bonny."

Why, you little imp, thought Bonny. I'll just bet you don't.

Amanda said, "Mom just screwed Robert, you know. She got on top of him and bounced up and down on his prick. And Daddy sucked her cunt, afterwards."

"She's lucky, having two men at once," Bonny said, wistfully.

On the other side of the glass, Laura moved. "Oh, let's watch!" Amanda squealed.

That seemed an excellent idea to Bonny. She grinned and sat down on the mattress beside Amanda. They both stared through the glass as activity resumed in the bedroom.

Laura rolled onto her side and reached out, taking Robert's prick in her hand. Robert didn't move, but his cock ballooned. Laura looked at Charles as she stroked Robert.

"He has a lovely cock," she said. Charles watched her hand skim it. "It felt so nice in my cunt and before, when I took his cock in my mouth," Laura whispered. "Maybe I should take his prick in my mouth again. Shall I, darling?"

"Yes," Charles rasped. "Shall I blow Robert, darling? Shall I suck him off and drink his delicious jism while you watch?"

Charles nodded. His vocal cords were as taut as his prick, and he couldn't get the word out. He nodded again. He had an idea that watching his wife take it in the mouth would be even more thrilling than watching her get fucked in the cunt.

Robert, who had never had a blow-job, began to whimper.

Laura leaned over him. Her dark hair swept over his loins as she tossed her head. She pursed her lips and blew her hot breath down onto the head of his cock. It was just as if she had used a bellows on a fire. The big meaty slab began to glow with heat. She blew again. His prickknob expanded like a lung inhaling. She hadn't touched him yet.

Charles moved onto the bed, looking down over his wife's shoulder and past her cheek, wanting to see it all from as close as possible. Laura was licking her lips in anticipation.

"Oh! My mouth is watering for his prick," Laura purred, for her husband's benefit.

Charles placed his hand behind Laura's head and gently urged her to go down.

"Drooling for it," she sighed.

Her head dipped down, but she didn't take his cock in her mouth. She turned aside at the last moment, so that his prickhead skimmed across her cheek. She held the fat cockknob against the side of her face as she began to lick his swollen balls. Her tongue swept over them. She felt his hard nuts shift inside the hairy sac. Charles groaned, watching her tongue glide to and fro, as if she were paying homage to those containers that were going to feed her a load of thick cum.

She began to lick her way up the boy's cockstalk then, her tongue flicking back and forth across the fat ventral vein, then longstroking from balls to crown. Saliva glistened on his prickshaft. A thick drop of cum oozed from his cockhead and ran sluggishly down onto his stalk. Charles and Laura watched it slide down. She waited until the creamy nugget was halfway down his cockrod, then she pushed her tongue out and gathered it up. She let it slip around on her tastebuds.

"Ummm – yummy," she purred.

She stuck her tongue out so that her husband could see the boy's jism on it.

"I'm going to love drinking his cum," she said.

"Do it!" Charles wailed.

Laura turned her face down again. She kissed the tip of Robert's prick, lightly at first, then her lips began to part. Very slowly, she pushed her mouth down over the head of his cock. Her lips compressed around his cockhead, just behind the knob, and she began to suck lovingly on the meaty mouthful. She held his cocklance at the hilt but her hand didn't move. She was going to do it all with just her mouth. She reached out and took her husband's cock in her free hand, frigging it slowly but not trying to jerk him off she knew that she would have a better use for Charles' cum after she'd milked Robert dry.

She began to bob her head up and down, tilting it at the same time, so that his cockshaft corkscrewed into her mouth. She used her mouth like a cunt, her tongue like a clit, her saliva like cunt juice. She bobbed farther down, taking almost all of the boy's big pricklance in, then slowly dragging her mouth back up to the cockhead. She paused, half of his hot knob in her mouth, her lips working on his prickmeat. She bobbed down again. She began to take him with a steady rhythm, his cockhead lodging in her gullet, her nose nestling in his pubic hair and her chin brushing his balls as she went all the way down.

Laura was starting to love it.

Her eyes crossed as she looked inwards at the big prick that was filling her mouth, then she looked sideways to see the intense expression that was twisting her husband's face into a mask of lust. She had started sucking Robert for Charles' benefit, knowing how greatly the sight would excite him, but now she was really enjoying it.

There were a few things that Laura loved more than a mouthful of hot cock. She loved to pull the cum out of a man's cock and balls with her mouth, but she was in no hurry to make Robert shoot. Getting a creamy mouthful was the best part of blowing a man, certainly, but Laura liked to enjoy a nice long taste of cockmeat before she got the hot dessert.