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CHAPTER NINE

By the time Donny had returned home, Peggy was cleaned up and wearing shorts. She allowed her tits to jiggle nakedly, and she was still tingling with pleasure over what Paul had done with her.

Donny looked as if he were a bit tired when he came in, and she suspected he had been with Susy. Since it was a little after noon, she fixed him a sandwich and poured him a glass of milk. By the time he finished lunch, he didn’t seem too tired.

“Where did you go so early?” she asked. “You were gone by the time I got up.”

“I was next door,” he said, smiling at his mother.

“With Susy?”

“Sure, and we fucked in her room again, Mother.”

“Where was Grace?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “But she was someplace in the house.”

“Did she tell you two kids to fuck again?”

“Sure,” Donny said. “She’s nice, Mother. You should become friends with her.”

“Oh, I should, should I?” she grinned back at her son. “And why should I do that?”

“Because they’ve got a neat bedroom.”

“Who showed you that?”

“Susy,” he replied. “And Grace was in there, too. She was sitting at that tiny table and brushing her hair. She didn’t have anything on but panties, Mother!”

She watched the excitement glowing in her son’s eyes.

“She has real nice tits and legs, but I didn’t get to see her ass or cunt.”

“Didn’t Grace mind that you looked in at her?”

“Aw, no, Mother. She smiled at me. Hey, I bet I could fuck her, too.”

“I think you probably could, darling.” Peggy smiled erotically at her son. “Would you like fucking her?”

He nodded, his eyes sparkling.

Peggy thought of the conversation she had had with Grace the night before. Images came into her mind, images that caused pleasant pulsations between her thighs.

When her son stood up, she saw immediately the bulge his cock made. “Bring that to me,” she whispered.

Donny moved to stand at his mother’s side, and she slipped his pants down. His cock sprang forth, and she stroked his prick with her hand.

“You’re still wet here,” she said, looking up at him. “Susy must have had a real hot cunt this morning.”

He nodded, arching his cock toward her. Peggy leaned down and pulled her son’s cock into her mouth. “Mmmmm,” she murmured as she sucked. “I love it when your cock is slippery with cunt juices, darling!”

She began to suck furiously on her son’s cock, tasting the cunt juices of the exquisite girl clinging to his prick. She swallowed her son’s cock to his balls, rolling them about her chin. Donny held his mother’s head as he began to fuck her mouth. She clutched at his ass cheeks and moaned with the pleasure of having her son’s cock inside her hot, wet mouth.

Despite the fact that Donny had so recently come in Susy’s cunt, his balls writhed against his mother’s chin as she sucked. Her fingers dug into his tight ass and he leaned down, sliding one hand from her head to the front of her body to cup a tit.

“I like it when you dress this way, Mother,” he said with a thick voice. “You’re beautiful this way.”

“Mmmmm!” she moaned around his cock. Before he came, she shoved his prick from her mouth and twisted his body. With his ass toward her, she made her son bend over. When he did she shoved her face into the hot crack between his ass cheeks. Her tongue licked up and down his asshole, managing to dart between his legs and bounce his balls. But it was his tight asshole that she paid most of her attention to. She reached around his hip and grasped his hard cock as her tongue fluttered into his asshole. She tonguefucked her son in his ass and jacked on his cock at the same time.

As she felt his cock throbbing with impending discharge, she quickly yanked her tongue out of his asshole and hurriedly twisted him about again, closing her hot mouth over the head of her son’s cock just as he squirted thick, sweet come juice.

“Now,” she said with a low laugh, slapping his naked ass playfully, “you can go take a long bath. We’re going to a party this evening.”

“Party?” he asked. “Where, Mother? We never go anywhere.”

“We are this evening,” she said. “Now you do as I say—you’ll like this party, I promise you.”

She watched her son leave the room, holding his pants about his knees. His ass was such a delight to her.

She wiped her fingers over her lips and stood up, the taste of his sweet come juice lingering in her mouth. With a giggle of naughty delight, she took her purse and left the house, wanting to do some shopping before the party.

Peggy bought herself a new garter belt and a pair of nylons, sheer ones. She looked and debated about other things such as panties and bras, but there was no need for those, she decided. The panties she had were perfect—tight, revealing, and sexy enough. Bras were seldom worn anymore, and she loved to have her tits free anyway.

She purchased some items of food then went back home.

Donny was there, fresh and scrubbed nicely. He wore a pair of jeans and a tank top.

She showed him the garter belt and nylons, and right away Donny wanted her to put them on for him. “No, that’s for tonight, darling.”

He looked at his mother. “What kind of party are we going to, anyway?”

She kissed him. “A nice party,” she said. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it, I promise you that. Why don’t you go jack off and fantasize about fucking Grace?”

“I don’t want to fantasize about her—I wanna fuck her!”

Peggy laughed.

“Wouldn’t I do in the meantime?” she teased.

Donny laughed at his mother. “You’d do anytime, and right now is a good time.”

“Race you to the bedroom!” she said, and started off at a fast skip.

Donny was right behind her, laughing as they entered the bedroom. He wrestled his mother to the bed, her skirt flying as she scissored her legs. They grabbed at each other, hands going to cock and cunt. Donny’s cock was throbbing by the time she had his pants off, and she gripped his prick while her son stripped her swiftly. There were a few ripping and tearing sounds, but Peggy didn’t care.

By the time he had her stripped, Peggy was steaming for his cock. Spreading her thighs wide, she pulled her son between them, his cock going directly into her cunt. Lifting her legs into the air, she closed them about his bouncing ass, locking her ankles. Her hands clasped tightly onto the flexing cheeks of her son’s ass while her own writhed and churned, meeting the eager strokes of his cock. Due to his height, Donny’s mouth was level with her straining tits, and, as he plunged his cock into her pussy, his mouth closed about one nipple, sucking hungrily.

Peggy squealed and whimpered, her fingers digging into his bunching ass cheeks as she strained her boiling cunt upwards, taking his cock as deep as she could. Donny sucked hard and vigorously on her tit, his tongue licking. He was gasping hotly from his furious efforts, and Peggy’s breathing came in hot, husky hisses.

Everything that had been happening in the past few days had been a tremendous impact upon Peggy. She was entering a new phase of sexuality.

Her cunt was bubbling with soft, yet intense, orgasms as she banged her crotch up and down, feeling her son’s balls slapping upon the tossing cheeks of her hot, smooth ass. She never, failed to start these orgasms when her son was fucking her, and she never failed to scream with the ecstasy as they grew hotter and more explosive with each succeeding climax. When she began to have multiple orgasms, her son fucked her with vibrant, youthful delight. She knew he could feel the way her cunt sucked and gripped his cock with those reflexive waves. And as usual, she could feel his cock throbbing in a more powerful way, despite the orgasms that sent shudders up and down her naked body.

Peggy screamed loudly, her sounds growing in loudness as her orgasms increased. She rammed her cunt upwards and began to grind in a frantic way against his plunging cock, her orgasms bursting until she could see multicolored lights behind her closed eyelids. Over and over again she screamed.

She clutched at her son desperately, her mind reeling with intense ecstasy. Her naked body shook like a leaf fluttering with a gale force wind. Planting her feet on the bed, she arched her cunt high, lifting her son with her hips. He banged hard into her and went stiff. He lifted his head from her tit and groaned.

Peggy felt her son’s cock throb, then his prick jerked and finally began to gush the thick sweetness of his come juice into her thirsty cunt. Each spurt of his come juice was felt by her, felt splashing against the satiny, hot walls of her pussy. She even felt his come juice as it began to seep past his still-buried cock, running warmly over her trembling ass cheeks.

Slowly, she lowered her ass back to the bed, and Donny’s cock came free. He sprawled on his back, arms and legs wide, his chest heaving up and down. Peggy quickly sat up, leaning over his cock before he knew what she was doing. Peggy ran her tongue about her son’s glistening cock, tasting the juices that smeared his prick. Pulling his prick into her mouth, she sucked, but gently and with love, not with frantic desire.

Her hands caressed his smooth body as she mouthed his cock, touching and feeling of his inner thighs, his now loose balls, the curves of his ass and his still-shaking stomach. Finally she pulled her mouth away and stretched out beside him, one warm thigh resting over his. She placed an arm over his chest and hugged him, nuzzling at his neck as they closed their eyes with exhaustion.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Before bedtime, Grace called Peggy.

She had been sitting with her son, fondling his cock and balls idly, watching one of their favorite programs on television.

Peggy and Grace talked for some time, and she continued to fondle and stroke her sons cock and balls as she talked, her eyes becoming glassy as she gazed down. By the time she hung up, Peggy was intensely aroused.

Donny gave his mother a strange look, not understanding what had gotten her so excited. He had heard the replies of his mother, naturally, but they consisted of grunts and pleasantries.

After hanging up the telephone, Peggy kissed her son quickly, darting her tongue into his mouth deeply, then, with a low growl, she dove her face down. Taking his cock into her mouth, she sucked vigorously, mewling hotly. Surprised, but enjoying it, Donny caressed the back of his mother’s head as she bobbed, her lips sliding smoothly and wetly up and down his throbbing cock, her tongue flicking like a flame.

Peggy hungered for her son’s cock. The conversation she had had with Grace had thrilled and excited her, and she had erupted into a high state of arousal. As she spoke with—or rather listened to—Grace, her cunt had become extremely wet and hot, steaming with desire. It had not been so much talking to the tall beautiful woman as what Grace had said to her.

Peggy knew the things Grace had said had been designed to titillate and excite her, and it had worked. Now, with her cunt on fire, her mouth full of her son’s hard cock, Peggy was sucking as if her life depended on it. Although she had always been an eager cocksucker, she seemed to be much hungrier now.

She sprawled out on the couch, causing her skirt to hike upwards. Her creamy long legs were exposed and the swelling cheeks of her ass were partially revealed to her son as she gobbled greedily at his prick. She hefted his balls and twisted them about gently, pulling to make him grunt with delight. The swollen head of his cock probed at her throat, and she soon had him dripping so much she had to swallow often.

Due to her eagerness, her wet and hot mouth, it did not take long to make her son come. The come juice gushed from his flaring piss hole and filled her mouth. Peggy rushed her tongue back and forth on his piss hole as he squirted the sweetness into her mouth, whimpering and twisting her hips about on the cushions.

But even then she was not satisfied.

With come juice glistening on her full lips, her green eyes sparkling, she pulled her son to his feet and then to her bedroom. She undressed swiftly as he sprawled out in the center of the bed. Her eyes blazed with erotic desire as she climbed onto the bed next to him.

After leaning over to kiss him, feeling his hands grabbing at her naked tits, she pulled up and, without a word, swung her leg over so that she was straddling his face.

“Eat me, darling!” she cried. Her hands pulled at the puffy lips of her cunt, her clit bulging out. “Ohhh, Donny, suck Mother’s cunt! Tonguefuck my pussy, baby... suck Mother’s hairy cunt!”

She felt his hands cupping the shaking cheeks of her naked ass and could wait no longer. She lowered her bushy cunt down onto his face, squirming and twisting her pussy into his mouth.

As her son’s tongue fucked into her fiery pussy, Peggy squealed loudly and began to rub back and forth, smearing her son’s face with steaming cunt juice. Her shapely tits jiggled tightly as her stomach rippled, her head back and eyes closed tightly. She gasped and cooed, gurgled and mewled as she tossed her naked ass about, keeping her cunt pressing into his mouth.

Twisting a bit, she reached back and grabbed his cock with a tight fist, squeezing and pulling as his prick once more swelled into the hardness she loved so very much.

With a squeal, she suddenly twisted about until she was facing his cock. Slamming her cunt into her son’s face, she leaned over and began to suck at his prick once again, just as greedily as she had in the living room.

Somehow they rolled aver, and Peggy was on the bottom, her son’s cock still inside her clutching lips. She closed her fingers about his naked ass while he shoved his mouth tight into her crotch. Closing her hot, creamy thighs against her son’s face, she began to push and pull at his ass, making him fuck up and down into her mouth. His balls dangled above her eyes, his asshole brushing at her forehead now and then as he fucked up and down. Donny was squeezing at his mother’s twisting ass cheeks as he fucked his tongue in and out of her slippery cunt. She wiggled her pussy against her son’s face with mindless passion, whimpering around his cock when she felt one of his fingertips pressing the sensitive ring of her asshole.

Peggy screamed around her son, hard cock.

It was a scream of ecstasy as his finger darted into her burning asshole. With her son’s tongue and finger both fucking into her, Peggy went wild with her own mouth. She clawed at Donny’s plunging naked ass, trying desperately to swallow his hard cock into her stomach.

The orgasms that were rumbling through her were some of the strongest she had ever felt. Each one was more powerful than the last, and her naked body was shaking with the thrilling sensations, her flesh vibrating with ecstasy. She lifted her hips and began to grind frantically into her son’s mouth, her asshole tightening and holding his deeply embedded finger. She came so hard that she almost fainted from the pleasure. It was such ecstasy that she was hardly aware that her son was once more coming in her mouth. She choked and gagged on the thick sweetness of his come juice, but only because she had been so involved in her own shattering orgasm.

They lay limply next to each other. Donny’s head rested on his mother’s inner thigh, his panting breath hot on her cunt.

It was morning when she woke up, and her son was already up and out of the house.

Feeling somewhat tired despite a good sleep she crawled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. She showered, and the water revived her somewhat. The tiredness she had felt was due to the intensity of last night. It was a good kind of tiredness to her.

Dressing in a sheath that molded to her body with perfection, she brushed her auburn hair until it gleamed. A faint application of lipstick was all the makeup she put on. In the kitchen, she found that Donny had already made coffee for her. She smiled as she poured, feeling love for her son.

She drank her coffee, glancing at the clock frequently.

The call she had received from Grace the night before was still with her, the words Grace had said, the invitation she had extended.

Peggy had no doubt that she would accept it. She was looking forward to it very much.

As she finished her second cup of coffee, she found that her cunt was throbbing. That was nothing surprising to her, however. Her cunt throbbed a great deal, and, now that she was being fucked by Donny, her pussy throbbed not with desperation but anticipation. It was enjoyable to feel her cunt pulsate hotly between her thighs now, knowing that she would not be frustrated.

She had just finished rinsing her cup when the door bell sounded. Wondering who it could be so early, she went to answer it.

“Why, Paul!” she said in surprise.

“Hello, Peggy.” The tall man smiled down at her. “May I come in?”

“Of course.” She opened the door wider and admitted the good-looking man. “Is anything wrong?”

“No, nothing is wrong,” he said in a low voice.

Peggy saw his piercing eyes and she shivered slightly. It was not a shiver of fear, but of arousal. She had seen Paul often, yet she had never felt this way before. But then again, he had not exactly looked at her this way before.

“Would you like some coffee?” she asked, feeling a deep burning in her cunt.

“Thank you,” he replied and followed her to the kitchen.

Paul leaned against the sink as he sipped at his coffee, his eyes gazing boldly at her. Peggy felt like blushing. She had not felt this way in a long time, but that was what he made her feel like doing. She could not resist a peek at the front of his pants. Paul was dressed in a pair of old faded pants that he used to work about the house in and a shirt open almost to his waist. His chest, she noted, was quite hairy.

She had the distinct sensation that he could look right through her dress, see her tits and hairy cunt. The sensation was nice, a warm feeling. She nervously wrung her hands, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly he placed his cup on the sink and was reaching for her. Before she knew what was happening, Peggy was in his arms and kissing him desperately, sucking at his tongue as it snaked into her mouth. She rammed her hips against his, and felt his cock pressing against the lower part of her stomach. She flung her arms about his neck and stood on tiptoe, her head back and lips writhing as she sucked his tongue.

She trembled with bubbling desire when she felt his hands slide down her back and cup the tightening cheeks of her ass, his fingers digging into the resilient flesh. She bumped her cunt against him, drawing his head down to smash her lips tighter against his. She felt him arch his cock harder into her lower stomach, and she began to grind and whimper as desire burst into a roaring flame.

Paul worked her dress up in back, and, as he closed his hands over her naked creamy ass cheeks, he grunted with satisfaction. Mewling against his mouth, Peggy sucked his tongue deeply, then released it. Still with her cunt pressing hard against him, she looked up into his face, her green eyes shimmering with heat.

“Does Grace know where you are?” she asked in a throaty voice.

He nodded. “I told her I wanted to see for myself first.”

She stepped from him, posing with her shoulders back and tits arching out, her nipples molded by the tight sheath. She placed a hand on one hip and smiled seductively at him. “Well, do you like it?”

“I liked it before.” He grinned at her. “I’ve been watching you, Peggy. I won’t deny I haven’t. In fact, Grace and I have enjoyed some damned hot fantasies concerning you.”

“Don’t you think it’s time to stop fantasizing?” she teased.

“Take your dress off,” he said, but his voice was not demanding.

“Here? In the kitchen?”

He didn’t reply but looked steadily at her. A glance down at his pants told Peggy the man had a wonderful hard-on now. His cock bulged out, but she could not really see the size or shape of his prick because of the loose pants. She began to pull the skirt of her sheath upwards, slowly, deliberately tantalizing Paul. She stopped when she had it up far enough to reveal her smooth, shapely thighs.

“Higher,” he said, his voice trembling with desire.

“That’s all you see until you show something in return,” she replied, her green eyes flicking toward his cock significantly.

His hands moved to his pants which had buttons instead of zippers, and he had them open swiftly. She watched him shove his hand into his pants, then he lifted out his cock and balls at the same time. His prick stood very hard, at a forty-five degree angle to his stomach. His cockhead was huge and bright pink with a delicious-looking piss hole that was bubbling fuck juice. His prickshaft was thick and long, and she could see his cock pulsate. His balls, quite large, were hairy, but not too hairy. There was a pulsating fire igniting about her cunt, her clit distending even more than when she had been rubbing against him.

“Ooooo,” she mewled with delight as she gazed upon his cock. “That is... is beautiful, Paul.”

With a gesture of his hand, she slipped her dress higher for him. She watched a glaze come into his eyes when he saw the thick curls of her cunt, triangled perfectly, the dimple of her belly button. Peggy spread her feet about a foot apart on the floor, arching her hips forward so he could see her readiness.

“Now your tits,” he said, his voice gruff but not demanding. “Let’s see those sweet tits, Peggy.”

She had to release her skirt to reach behind her neck to pull the zipper. But the skirt clung to her hips teasingly. Shrugging her shoulders, the sheath fell to her waist, and her rounded, luscious tits were exposed to him. Her nipples were tingling and hard, throbbing with the need for his hands to be on them.

“Are we just going to stand here and play show-and-tell, Paul,” she murmured, “or did you have something else in mind?”

“Do you suck cock?” he asked.

“Of course,” she replied.

“Do you take it up the ass?”

She looked at him quizzically. “Why all these questions? Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

“It’s important,” he said, his cock jerking up and down, with the moisture becoming more pronounced.

“Like I said, why don’t you find out instead of talk about it?”

She reached out for his hand. Turning, she led him from the kitchen to her bedroom. There, she removed her sheath completely, climbing onto the bed, looking at him over her shoulder with glowing eyes.

She lay there, legs wide, watching him undress. He was all man, she was pleased to see. His shoulders were wide and his chest full. His hips were narrow and his thighs were muscular. But the important thing to Peggy was his cock. His prick was the size of a nice cucumber, and her cunt was fiery with greed.

She writhed her naked ass on the bed as she waited for him to climb onto her. Her tits arched up, nipples swollen.

When Paul was on the bed with her, he stood on his knees at her head. When he reached down and placed his hand on the back of her head, Peggy eagerly opened her mouth to take in that thick, long cock. Her lips stretched around his cock as he slowly, shoved more between them. She felt her mouth full of his hard cock, stuffed until she could take no more. She did not even have room to lick with her tongue. But he began to gently fuck back and forth into her mouth, being gentle with her.

Peggy’s eyes glazed over with ecstasy as her lips burned and stretched. She raised a hand to cup his dangling hairy balls, holding them tenderly as he fucked back and forth.

He held her head up with his strong hand, looking down at her as she sucked on his cock. Peggy’s eyes flashed happily up at him, making soft, gurgling sounds of delight. She was thrilled with the way his thick cock stretched her lips, and she realized Paul’s cock was larger than her husband’s, certainly bigger than her son’s.

“That’s enough right now,” he said, removing his cock from her hot, wet mouth. “You can suck me off later.”

She waited with steaming anticipation as he moved between her spread thighs, his cock sliding along the sensitive inner surface of one thigh, leaving a moist, searing trail on her flesh. She lifted her head and tried to watch his cock as his prick brushed the hair-lined lips of her wet cunt. She felt him press the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy, and she hissed in ecstasy, her hips lifting from the bed as more of that long thick cock fucked her clutching cunt.

Paul stretched out on top of her, his hairy chest smashing her tits. She ran her hands down his back and clawed at his ass cheeks, lifting her legs and bending them at the knees, holding her thighs tightly to his now-moving hips.

They did not speak, but the soft grunts and moans coming from them was enough to tell the other of the heated ecstasy each felt.

Peggy’s cunt, like her mouth, seemed stuffed to the limits as his cock fucked back and forth. Her swollen clit scraped along the hardness of his prick as he fucked her, sending her body and mind into rippling pleasure. As usual, her cunt began to grip and flex, suck and draw on his extremely hard cock. She banged her ass up and down, fucking him as though she were insatiable. Paul continued to fuck up and down slowly.

Despite her frenzied desire to be fucked hard and fast, Peggy loved what he was doing to her, teasing her fiery cunt with his slow, long, tantalizing thrusts. She could feel the head of his cock with the tight, sensitive lips of her runt, feet his prick pulsating inside her pussy.

Then his cock was pulled from her pussy.

“Oh, no! Please, no!” she wailed with disappointment. “Put it back, please! Oh, God... put that cock back inside my cunt!”

But Paul ignored her pleas.

He hooked his hands under her knees and shoved them back, pressing them against her tits as he moved to his knees. He looked down at her cunt, lifting her pussy into the air. Then he lowered his face and began to take long teasing licks of her pussy with his tongue.

Peggy swung her uplifted naked ass about with ecstatic gurgles of pleasure when his tongue slipped into her steamy cunt and began to fuck in and out, then to swirl up over her inflamed clit. Paul sucked her clit between his lips and began to bite lightly. She screamed as a sudden orgasm exploded deep inside her. Even then he did not let up, but kept his tongue fucking in and out of her hairy cunt and brought Peggy to another orgasm.

She was now holding her knees against her tits with her own hands, and Paul was gripping the stretching cheeks of her creamy ass, his tongue moving up and down her crotch swiftly, lapping about her tightly puckered asshole, up the wet lips of her pussy and swirled about her still bursting clitoris.

Finally he pulled his mouth from her pussy. His eyes were burning with desire, his mouth glistening with the juice of her cunt. Peggy, with hazy vision, watched as his cock came up again, and she gurgled softly as she anticipated his prick going deep into her cunt once more.

“You told me to find out for myself,” he grunted.

And Peggy screamed.

His cock fucked into her asshole. The scream was not of pain, but of sharp. Unexpected pleasure.

Paul fucked his cock deep into her asshole, his lower stomach slapping against her puffy cunt, his balls against her ass. Peggy lifted her ass as high as she could, twisting as he began to fuck in and out of her tightly stretched asshole.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she wailed, having one climax after the other, each orgasm more powerful and mind-shattering than the last. “Oh, God... fuck it, Paul! Fuck that hot asshole! Ohhh, that is so fucking good! I love it... love your big cock fucking my hot asshole!”

Paul moaned as he fucked his cock deep up her clinging ass, then he slowed down and fucked with gentle in and out strokes. Peggy was about to go out of her mind with the multiple orgasms going through her naked body. She twisted her head about, groaning and gurgling from deep inside her throat, her auburn hair fanning around.

She felt him remove his cock from her asshole, and again she wailed in protest. “Goddamn you! Fuck me in my ass! I want you to fuck me up my fucking hot ass and come in my asshole!”

But his cock was fucked back into her cunt again, and he fucked inert vigorously. Peggy rammed her hips up and down violently, mindless with ecstasy. Her cunt gripped his cock tightly, and she was coming and coming more than she could ever remember. Paul’s cock continued to throb and fuck in and out, his balls now slapping against her flexing asshole. She again clawed at his ass cheeks with desperate, frenzied fingers, trying to pull his cock deeper than it could possibly go into her burning, greedy cunt.

And Paul once more pulled his cock from her body.

“Goddamn you, Paul!” Peggy screamed. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Can’t you make up your fucking mind where yet want to fuck me? Oh, shit, fuck me anywhere... my cunt or my asshole or my cocksucking mouth, but fuck me, Goddamn you!”

Paul moved up her body, his legs on each side of her, and then he placed his hard cock between her tits. Using his hands, he closed her spongy tits around his cock and began fucking between them, his slippery prickhead probing at her chin. Peggy whined with ecstasy and shoved her chin down, making the dripping head of his cock brush her lips. Opening her mouth, she managed to let him fuck between her tits and into her mouth at the same time. But with each backward motion, his cock head came out, only to part her wet lips as he moved forward.

It was when he was pulling back that he came.

Thick, creamy come juice squirted from the head of his cock and splashed into her face. With a wail, Peggy opened her lips as wide as she could, managing to catch the rest of his spurting come juice on her tongue and in her mouth.

Paul slumped beside her, and Peggy, her face smeared with the creamy come juice, her lips glistening, turned her moist eyes toward him.

“You’re a son of a bitch, you know that?” she whispered. “And, oh God, I loved it!”

“I thought you would,” he replied with a chuckle, caressing her springy tits gently.

“Oh? And what made you think that?”

“You just look, as if you would.” He grinned down at her. “Besides, I have inside information.”

“Grace,” Peggy said simply.

“Yes, my wife told me.”

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CHAPTER SEVEN

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.

Peggy sat on the couch, laughing until tears came into her eyes. It had come as a surprise, a happy surprise. Grace, that tall aloof and oh-so-cold beauty... she was in reality a raging inferno of erotic desires.

She knew why she had been shown the bedroom and the costume. She knew it was Grace’s way of asking not just her approval, but for her to join them in the fun and games.

Peggy was delighted with the revelation.

But how did Grace know she would be receptive? How did Grace know how easily Peggy could be seduced into a lesbian relationship?

Peggy frowned, the answer coming to her. “I’ll break his fucking neck,” she whispered. “I’ll bust his fucking balls!”

As angry as she was, her anger had been tempered by the time Donny had come home. She met him at the door and was immediately wrapped up in his arms, his hands squeezing her ass as he kissed her.

Peggy pushed him back, gazing down into his face. “Donny, you’ve been saying things to Susy.” She saw her son start to protest. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve talked to Susy, about us. I know you have.”

Donny hung his head, a faint flush creeping over his handsome face. Peggy took his hand and pulled him to the couch, sitting him down. She sat next to him and held his hand in her lap, looking at him. Donny was uncomfortable.

“Are you aware, young man,” she said, “that Susy’s parents know that you’re fucking her?”

There was slight nodding of his head.

Peggy squeezed her son’s hand. “When you were in Susy’s room fucking her, where was Grace and Paul?”

“In the living room,” he mumbled.

“You knew they were there, knowing you and Susy were fucking? Didn’t that embarrass you?”

“No, Mother,” he said. “They told us to.”

“They told you to fuck Susy.”

He nodded.

Peggy wondered if her son had been involved already with the people in more than just fucking Susy. Squeezing her son’s hand, she asked him.

He shook his head.

“Do you know what goes on in that house?” she asked softly.

“Not really, Mother,” he said. “I just know they said I could fuck Susy.”

Peggy thought a moment, then asked, “What do you think of Grace? Is she attractive to you?”

“She’s pretty, of course,” Donny said. “She’s a little cold, but pretty.”

“You’d like to fuck Susy’s mother, wouldn’t you?”

He looked up at his mother. “Sure! Any guy would.”

“Honey,” she said carefully, “what would you do if I... you know, let Paul fuck me? Would it make you jealous?”

“Oh, no! I wouldn’t mind if you fuck him, Mother,” Donny said. “I wouldn’t mind who you fucked.”

As they talked Peggy had began pressing the back of her son’s hand against her cunt. Despite the pussy licking session with Grace, Peggy was still aroused, even more than at first. Her tits thrust against her sweater, he nipples outlined deliciously. Her other hand moved to the front of her son’s pants, her palm resting upon his cock. His prick we swelling into hardness, she felt. Pressing lightly against his cock, she made her son moan softly.

Eagerly now, she opened his pants and pulled his cock from the gaping fly. Stroking her hot fist up and down, she watched the piss hole, seeing his seeping fuck juices bubble up. Taking her son’s hand, she slipped it under her skirt and between her hot, satiny thighs, curling his fingers into her steaming cunt.

“I need this, darling,” she murmured in a hot voice. “I need this cock of yours.”

“It will always be yours, Mother,” he said, working a finger into her hairy, wet cunt. “You know that.”

“Pull your pants down,” she said, getting to her feet and raising her skirt to her waist. “Oh, hurry, Donny! I want that cock in my cunt... and I want it in there now! Oh, baby, fuck mothers hot cunt—now!”

After Donny had his pants around his ankles, sprawled back on the couch, his cock standing up ever so sweetly, Peggy flung her legs over his hips, her back to him. Reaching between her thighs, she took her son’s cock and rubbed his prick back and forth against her bubbling, hair-lined cunt. She smashed his dripping piss hole against her inflamed clit, moaning with pleasure at the contact. Taking the round, swollen head of her son’s cock between the velvety lips of her cunt, she then braced herself by placing her hands on his knees. She felt her son’s hands feeling the creamy cheeks of her ass as she settled upon his cock.

For a moment or so she writhed against him, his cock deep inside her clutching cunt. She lifted his balls and pressed them against her distended clit, mewling with growing ecstasy. The throbbing of his cock against the sensitive hot lips of her pussy sent ripples of delight up and down her smooth flesh.

She began lifting and lowering her pussy on his cock, fucking him slowly, with small jerking rotations of her naked ass. The harshness of his breathing thrilled her as his hands moved over the springy surfaces of her ass cheeks. With a low, throaty whimper, Peggy began fucking up and down on her son’s cock energetically. She sat up straight, her back to him, shoving her sweater to her neck. She cupped her straining tits, her fingers digging into them as her ass began to whirl, and twist, never ceasing her up and down fucking.

The way her son held her shaking ass cheeks in his palms as she fucked him, sent waves of heat through her. Knowing his eyes watched her wiggling naked ass hotly, she revolved ass and writhed in such a way that increased his erotic pleasure. She clung to his balls with one hand, smashing them upon her swollen clit every time she rammed her cunt down onto his cock. Her other hand clung to her tit with desperate fingers, the nipple scaring her palm. She snapped back her head and gurgled with pleasure, moaning and whimpering as her ass, bounced. With Donny’s cock throbbing so sweetly inside her gripping cunt, Peggy’s almost-naked body shivered and trembled. Every nerve of her being was centered between her hot thighs, in and around her boiling cunt.

She made grunts of delight as the waves of orgasms began to flood her cunt. As before the orgasms came on softly in the beginning, growing in intensity until they were gripping her body in sweet bliss. She was yelling loudly with pleasure, screaming out to her son to fuck her to spurt his thick come juice up her hairy cunt. But Peggy was not aware of her screams. She was seldom aware of her vocal ecstasy when she was coming.

His balls were drawing up tight as she crushed them against her tingling clit. She squirmed her cunt down tightly onto her son’s cock, her hips moving violently as her pussy clung like molten fire to his throbbing cock. With the increased force of her orgasms, her cunt began a tight, flexing, waving motion on her son’s cock.

Peggy screamed loudly when she felt his cock erupt, sending gushes of thick come juice splashing against the satiny walls of her hot cunt. Her body shook atop her son, her crotch pressing hard as her cunt seemingly began to suck the come juice from his prick.

After it was over, she remained where she was for a long time, her breathing coming in hard gasps. Finally she lifted herself from him, sprawling back on the couch with her legs wide apart, cunt revealed, still twitching.

“Ohhhh, that was so good, Donny!” she hissed. “God, I love to fuck that thing!”

She watched her son slip his pants from his ankles, then walk to the kitchen. Her eyes gazed upon his tight naked ass. There wasn’t anything in the world more pleasurable than her son, she thought. When he returned with a soft drink, his cock swinging about, still glistening from the moisture of her cunt and his come juice, she gazed with moist eyes at his prick. She remained sprawled lewdly and watched him sip the soft drink, his eyes smoldering still as he looked between his mother’s thighs.

“You like Susy a lot, don’t you, honey?” she murmured softly.

He nodded.

“Do you know where she is right now?”

“Sure,” he replied, “Why, Mother?”

“Ask her to come here,” she said.

“Aw, Mother. Don’t jump on her case.”

“I’m not, darling,” Peggy said. “Just tell her I’d like to talk to her, that’s all.”

She saw Donny was reluctant.

“I’m not going to jump on the girl, Donny. In fact, you might enjoy it. Now, get your ass out of here and get her.”

She watched him pull his pants back on, then leave. She got up and straightened her skirt and sweater, still feeling excitement rumble through her.

A half hour later, Donny returned, dragging Susy with him. The girl, extremely pretty as always, looked at Peggy in a shy way. She was dressed demurely. She looked so sweetly innocent, yet so downright desirable. Peggy was looking at Susy differently now, though, knowing what she did.

“You wanted to talk to me?” Susy asked politely.

Peggy took the girl’s hand and drew her to the couch, then sat next to her. Donny, watching his mother warily, sat in a chair across from them. For a long time Peggy just looked at Susy. But in her mind she was seeing the lovely girl wearing the dress Grace had shown her, her sweet ass exposed and her tits peeking from the front. Paying no attention to her son, who sat watching his mother closely, Peggy reached out and held Susy’s shoulders, looking into her flashing, mischievous eyes. With slow deliberate movements, Peggy dropped a fingertip down and traced it over a nipple. Susy looked up sharply at Peggy, seeing the heat in those green eyes. Suddenly Susy smiled, throwing her shoulders back to make her tits stand out proudly.

Peggy grinned at the girl.

Donny gasped when he saw his mother place her hand on a tit, curling her fingers. He gasped even more when he saw Susy going along willingly, eagerly.

Peggy, using her other hand and keeping a palm on Susy’s tit, lifted her sweater and revealed her own thrusting, shapely tits.

Susy glanced at Donny and giggled in a lewd, girlish way. Turning her eyes back to Peggy’s shapely tits, Susy said, “You’ve been talking to my mother.”

Peggy nodded, grinning at the girl. Susy, without another word, brought her hands up and began to feel Peggy’s tits.

Peggy looked at her son. “Excite you?” she asked. “Does this make your cock hard, Donny?”

Although her son was too surprised to answer, Peggy saw that the front of his pants was swelling up.

“You might as well take your prick out, baby,” she said to him. “That is, if you want to get in on this fun with me and Peggy.”

“What’s going on, Mother?” he asked. “What you see is what you get, baby,” Peggy teased, dropping her hand down and shoving it underneath Susy’s skirt.

Susy was no longer shy, she was eager. Throwing her knees wide, she shoved her little ass forward. Peggy shoved the skirt to the girl’s waist, running her hand up and down the tight crotch of Susy’s panties. Susy was squealing as she fondled Peggy’s shapely tits. But this wasn’t exactly what Peggy had in mind.

“Donny, I want to watch you fuck Susy,” she said in a thick, hoarse voice filled with erotic emotion. “I want to see your cock go in this tight cunt!”

“Ooooo, yes!” Susy gurgled.

Donny, too excited to wonder what was happening, his eyes wide as he saw his mother feeling up the girl, shoved his pants off quickly, his cock throbbing and dripping with readiness.

Susy, just as eager if not more so, jumped to her feet and rolled her tight panties off, throwing them to the floor. She held her dress at her waist as she rushed to Donny. Peggy stared at the naked sweetness of Susy’s ass, her cunt starting to flex hotly. Sliding her skirt to her waist, she spread her legs and began to run her fingers through the thick curls of her pussy, her eyes hot.

She was amused to see that Susy had straddled her son’s hips the way she had so recently fucked him the girl’s eyes were filmed over with erotic passion as she gazed at Peggy, straddling Donny’s hips. Taking his cock in her hand, she brought his prick to her sweet pink cunt.

Peggy became intensely excited as she saw her son’s cock fuck effortlessly into that pussy. Her pink cunt lips stretched about Donny’s cock, the tip of Susy’s clit glistening as she settled downward.

Susy gurgled with pleasure as Donny’s prick filled her hot pussy. Peggy watched her cunt lips pressing into wiry hair at the base of her son’s cock. Then Susy leaned backwards, her legs wide, and began to move her ass up and down on Donny’s prick. The position was awkward for the girl, but Peggy knew Susy was doing it this way for her benefit at this moment. She could see everything, watch that sugary cunt slide on her son’s throbbing cock. Watch those beautiful pussy lips cling to his prick.

Peggy stood on trembling legs, keeping her skirt about her waist, her hairy pussy revealed. She walked toward them and dropped to her knees. She pressed her son’s legs as far apart as she could, leaning her face in close. She watched that lovely cunt fucking up and down, leaving moisture clinging to Donny’s cock.

“Fuck it, Susy!” she gurgled in a thick voice. “Fuck my son’s cock with your cute cunt! Fuck him good!”

Donny ran his hands about the hips of the bouncing girl, his fingers pulling at her pussy. Peggy stared hotly at the connection, watching her son’s cock being devoured by the pretty cunt. The tip of Susy’s clit was intensely inflamed, sweetly swollen.

“Lick it,” she heard Susy urge in a high pitched voice. “Lick it for me while I fuck Donny! Oooo, lick my cunt for me, please!”

Peggy gave a throaty laugh. “Just like your mother, aren’t you, honey?”

“Ooooo, yes, I am!” Susy gurgled as her ass bounced happily. “Please, lick my cunt while I fuck Donny!”

Peggy rammed her face forward.

Sliding her tongue out, she began to lick hungrily up and down her son’s balls, sliding her tongue up to that deliciously distended clit. She could taste the juices of Susy’s cunt on his cock as she raced her tongue up and down. Her son held Susy’s pussylips wide, making it easy for Peggy to lick the girl’s inflamed clit with alternate strokes of her tongue.

She cupped one hand on her son’s ass cheek, sliding the other up to hold on to Susy’s tits. She pulled her son’s balls into her hot mouth, sucking on them, her nose being brushed by Susy’s clit. Releasing her son’s balls, she managed to get her hot lips about the steamy clit of the gurgling, shaking girl.

The excitement was too much for them.

Susy began squealing that she was coming, and Peggy felt the girl’s hard clit throb. She pulled her face back and saw those sweet cunt lips flexing in orgasm. Quickly she shoved her mouth down and drew her son’s balls into her mouth again, sucking hungrily. Her eyes blazed into the buried cock and cunt lips, then she felt her son’s balls tighten. She slung to them and licked frantically as her son began to squirt his come juice into Susy’s tightening cunt.

Peggy held her son’s balls in her mouth until she was sure they had finished coming, then she let them slip out and sat back on her heels, grinning happily.

“That was the most beautiful fucking I’ve ever seen in my life,” Peggy said. “God, that was so sweet!”

“Now I know you talked to my mother,” Susy giggled as she lifted from Donny, his cock wetly flopping free, of her cunt.

“Why do you know?” Peggy asked. “Because we do it this way a lot, too.”

“This way?” Peggy asked, smiling up at the sweet girl.

“She licks me when I fuck da...” Susy stopped, looking at Peggy.

Peggy laughed, a low naughty sound. “Your mother licks your cunt when you fuck your daddy, right?”

“She told!” Susy yelped. “Mother told you!”

Peggy laughed. “No one told me anything.”

Donny looked at his mother in confusion. “What’s going on, Mother?”

“You’ll find out soon, enough,” Peggy said. “You’ll find out, don’t worry.”

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The Widow's Horny Family cont

CHAPTER SIX

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.

The dark eyes of the woman seemed to flare with a bright gleam of hunger, and what she had been saying was caught in her throat. Peggy saw Grace’s tits rising and falling swiftly as Grace gazed with smoldering eyes at the flesh under her white-skirt.

Grace stopped speaking in mid-sentence and just stared under Peggy’s skirt.

“Lick me,” Peggy said, her voice very low and husky.

Grace made no reply.

She repeated it again. “Lick me, Grace.”

Grace lifted her eyes to Peggy’s, her tongue moving over her bottom lip. “I beg your pardon?” Grace said in a breathless voice.

“I want you to lick me,” Peggy said once more, pulling her skirt high and spreading her legs wide. “I want your tongue on me, Grace.”

Grace lowered her hot gaze again, staring with smoldering heat at the thick curls of Peggy’s cunt, seeing her pink wet pussy lips and the tip of her clit.

Both waited, bath breathing heavily, both exposed to the other.

Then, with a sob of desire, Grace scooted swiftly toward Peggy, her arms going around her tightly. Peggy felt the woman’s moist ups crush upon hers, and when Grace snaked her wet tongue past her lips, Peggy began to suck eagerly as she brought her hands up to close her fingers about Grace’s spongy tits. She heard the woman moan against her mouth, then Grace had her hands on Peggy’s tits. They broke apart and, with squeals of delight, began to undress each other with fumbling, eager fingers. When Peggy’s tits were exposed, Grace looked at them, then gurgled happily as she lowered her face and began sucking vigorously upon a rigid nipple. Peggy held the woman’s head tight against her tits, feeling that hungry tongue fluttering and darting, sending moist heat throughout her trembling body.

As Grace sucked on Peggy’s tit, her hand moved down and caressed a satiny thigh, working its way between the sensitive, smooth inner surfaces. Peggy parted her legs and then Grace had her hand cupping her pulsating cunt.

Grace whimpered hungrily as her lips pulled at Peggy’s firm nipple, her palm rubbing back and forth on Peggy’s swollen cunt lips. Peggy writhed on her ass, pressing her steaming cunt into Grace’s palm, urging the woman.

“What about the kids?” Peggy whispered.

“Fuck the Goddamn fucking kids!” Grace said, her voice hoarse with desperate desire. “Fuck them!”

Peggy was delighted, hearing this come from a woman she had seen as aloof and somewhat chilly. Her impression of Grace being an erotic woman was certainly correct.

“Okay, fuck them,” she said. “Stick your finger in my cunt, Grace! Fingerfuck my pussy!”

“Oh, yes!” Grace yelped, flicking a finger deep into Peggy’s slippery cunt.

Peggy leaned back, one leg thrown over the rear of the couch with the other hanging over the cushions. She placed her head on the arm, looking down at Grace’s hand, the finger fucking in and out of her cunt swiftly.

Grace, her eyes moist and filmed over with passion, stared at the curls surrounding her finger.

“Eat me, Grace!” Peggy sobbed, lifting her ass and twisting around with desire. “Oh, Grace... eat my cunt! I love a tongue up my pussy! Suck me, Grace!”

“Oh, yes!”

Peggy, through the haze of her bubbling desire, watched Grace dip down, sliding her body along the cushions of the couch as she swiftly buried her face into her cunt. The movement caused Grace’s dress to ride past her hips, bunch at her waist. Peggy looked at the creamy swells of that beautiful ass, arching her cunt to meet Grace’s mouth.

Then she closed her eyes as passion gripped her.

Grace began to suck and lick and kiss at her cunt with an animal-like hunger. Peggy found Grace very skilled at eating cunt.

She closed her thighs about Grace’s head as the woman sucked her puffy cunt lips between her hot lips, her tongue lapping greedily, fluttering over her clit. Then Grace delved her tongue up into Peggy’s cunt, fucking it back and forth, fucking wildly. Her hands clutched at Peggy’s tight flexing ass, her fingers digging into the hot flesh.

Peggy held Grace’s head in her hands as she arched her hairy, wet pussy up, grinding into the woman’s face. The muffled squeals coming from Grace was all that was required for Peggy to know she had hold of a woman with intense erotic drives and hungers.

Her cunt closed tightly about Grace’s fucking tongue as she churned her crotch up and down, smashing her pussy into the face of the licking, sucking woman. Opening her eyes again, she looked down at the swell of Grace’s lovely ass cheeks, watching them twist as she banged her own cunt against the cushions of the couch. The sounds Grace made were those of a woman desperate to suck this hairy cunt.

It had been some time since she had been tongue fucked by a woman, and Peggy’s emotions were racing with delight. The ecstasy bubbled within her like foaming waves bursting upon some sandy beach. She held Grace’s head tightly, twisting her cunt harshly into that devouring mouth. When Grace sucked her clit between those hot lips, sucking hard as her tongue lapped the tip, Peggy sobbed as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her body. She slammed her cunt hard into Grace’s face, twisting.

Grace’s nose was buried in the thick curls of Peggy’s cunt, her fingers digging into Peggy’s light ass cheeks. She was breathing with excitement as she sucked on Peggy’s rigid, fiery clit. Her lips clung tightly to Peggy’s cunt as she came, moaning with the ecstasy she herself felt.

Grace did not release Peggy until she lowered her naked ass to the couch, and then she looked up with gleaming, bright eyes. Her face was smeared with the juices from Peggy’s pussy. Her dark eyes seemed to be pleading, and Peggy understood the driving torment the woman felt. Her naked ass continued to writhe.

“I want... I need...” Grace mumbled, feeling about Peggy’s cunt gently. “Oh, Peggy, please!”

Peggy caressed her fingers through Grace’s hair, smiling at the woman. “I understand, Grace,” she said softly. “I’ll help you, of course.”

The torment, seemed to leave Grace’s face, and she sat up smiling happily.

“But what about Susy and Donny?” Peggy asked again. “We could easily get caught, you know.”

“Fuck Susy and Donny!” Grace said, again causing Peggy to be amused. “They can find their own fun!”

But, apparently changing her mind, Grace stood up. Peggy looked at the tall slender woman. It was a shame for Grace to hide that enticing body the way she did. Those goodies were just too sweet to conceal.

Grace held her hand out to Peggy. “We’ll go to Susy’s room. They won’t find us there.”

“Susy’s room? Why not your bedroom, Grace?”

“Because... you might not understand.”

“It’s your house,” Peggy said, standing up and taking the woman’s hand.

They walked quickly to Susy’s room. It was the typical teenage girl’s room, with a poster bed, canopy and all. The room was painted pink, and all the furniture was white. Lace and ruffles were everywhere. The room was neat and looked very clean.

Grace sat, on her daughter’s bed, spreading her legs wide. Leaning back on one hand, she caressed her dark-haired cunt with long fingers, smiling with anticipation at Peggy. Peggy dropped to her knees in front of Grace, sliding her hands along those satiny, slender thighs. She gazed into Grace’s crotch, seeing one of the prettiest cunts ever. The hair, dark and very thick formed a perfect triangle. The long strands framed puffy pink cunt lips, and the tip of Grace’s clit peeked invitingly from the moist folds.

Peggy pressed her mouth to Grace’s cunt, kissing moistly. When Grace lay back, Peggy shoved her long legs up and back until Grace held them tight against her arching tits. Peggy, on her knees, gazed with pleasure at the woman’s hairy cunt and puckered asshole. It had been some time since she had had her lips against a cunt, and she was eager for it now. Stroking her hands about the backs of Grace’s thighs and curves of her ass, she teased them both. She probed lightly at the lips of the woman’s pussy, tickled her sensitive clit, making Grace whimper with eagerness, her ass shaking.

“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!”

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The Widow's Horny Family cont

CHAPTER FIVE

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.”

Peggy picked up her coffee and found it cold.

With her mind whirling with puzzlement, she made the appropriate comments, but didn’t remember the things she said or half the things Grace talked about. She was there for over an hour, and, by the time she was ready to go, it seemed as if she had just arrived.

“I must admit I am surprised, Grace,” she commented as she stood up to go. “You’re not as aloof as you indicate.”

“My husband and I don’t get too close to people,” Grace replied. “As I mentioned, you may understand in time. You see, our family is quite close, and we wouldn’t like it if others pried.”

At the door, she turned to face Grace. Peggy was perhaps an inch shorter. “I assure you, Grace, I do not pry. Your business is not my concern, nor is your family. Please rest assured that I do not peek into your windows.”

Again Grace came out with that almost erotic laugh. She placed her hand on Peggy’s bare upper arm in an intimate manner. “Of course you don’t peek in windows, Peggy. I didn’t mean it that way at all. I know, know very well, that you don’t pry.”

Grace was looking intently at Peggy, those dark eyes almost piercing. Peggy felt the fingers of the woman press into her arm softly. The falling of the robe caught her eye, and she glanced at Grace as the robe parted from neck to foot.

Grace said nothing, slowly pulling the robe back around her body. But not so fast that Peggy had not seen the woman’s body. Grace wore a bra, but it was a bra with no cups. It curved beneath her large tits, holding them up. Her tits had ruby-red nipples. About her waist was a black garter belt, and Grace wore nylons instead of panty hose. Her midnight-black cunt hair was thick and formed a perfect triangle.

She lifted her gaze to Grace as the robe covered the woman’s nakedness. Grace smiled at Peggy, opening the door for her.

Back in her own house, Peggy found the image of the tall, beautiful woman burning in her mind. What she had seen was not an icy woman at all. Grace, Peggy knew now, was not the cold person she presented about the neighborhood; she was, Peggy knew, quite a hot, erotic person.

The conversation, what she had not missed, told her nothing realty, except that Susy’s parents welcomed Donny into their home, and his attachment to Susy was also welcome.

She heard the shower going and went down the hall to see her son just getting out, his body dripping. His cock stood tall, quite hard.

Peggy forgot about Grace as she stared at her son’s cock.

“Mmmm, that’s beautiful, baby,” she murmured. She moved close to him and wrapped her fingers about his prick. Pressing her lips to his, she pulled his wet body against hers, soaking her sweater and skin. “Can I have some of it, Donny?”

His hands went about his mother, gripping her ass tightly as he shoved his prick to her thighs. “You can have all of it,” he said.

“Ooooo!” Peggy squealed, dropping to her knees before him in the bathroom. “I want to suck it... just for a bit.”

Taking her son’s cock inside her mouth, she sucked back and forth, tasting his throbbing hardness. The image of his prick fucking into the sweetness of Susy’s cunt flared like a sudden flame inside her mind.

As the image of her son’s cock fucking Susy’s sugary cunt burned in her brain, she felt her own pussy erupt into an unexpected orgasm as she sucked on his prick.

Pulling her mouth from Donny’s cock, she looked up at him. “Donny, did you fuck Susy?”

He nodded.

For a moment Peggy gazed up at him, then she climbed, to her feet. Taking Donny by his hand, she led him, still naked and dripping, to her room. Sitting her son on the bed, she undressed, tossing her wet clothing over the back of a chair she kept in the bedroom. Naked, she stood there, looking at him, her feet spread slightly apart. She placed her hands on her hips.

“You wouldn’t listen to me, would you?” she said, but there was no anger in her voice. “I had coffee with Susy’s mother this morning.”

Donny looked at his mother, but there was no fear in his eyes. “So what, Mother? I think Grace is nice.”

“Is that what you call her, by her first name?”

“She asked me to,” he said.

“What were you doing there most of the night?”

“I... we... Mother, we just visited.”

“You said you fucked Susy.”

He nodded. “In her room.”

“Where were her parents while you were fucking their hot-assed daughter?”

“In the living room,” Donny said.

“Were you caught by them?”

He shook his head. “They knew we were in Susy’s room, Mother. In fact, it was their suggestion that we go there.”

Peggy remembered the slowness Grace had used in closing her robe, the body underneath it.

“We’ll talk about it later,” she said, going to him.

Climbing on the bed, she pulled her knees beneath her stomach. “Right now, I’m so fucking hot for your cock, baby, I don’t want to talk.”

Peggy wiggled her ass wickedly in the air, looking over her shoulder at her son. “Remember when I kissed and sucked your ass, Donny?”

He grinned at his mother. “You wanna get your asshole sucked, Mother?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer. He turned on the bed and shoved his face against his mother’s creamy ass. The heat of her ass cheeks burned his lips as he kissed from one to the other. He snapped his tongue out and licked every inch of her smooth ass cheeks, then delved between them, licking his tongue over the tightness of her asshole without hesitation. Peggy mewled and shook her uplifted ass in his face.

Donny lapped up and down, sliding his tongue along her wet, quivering cunt lips, tasting the juices that flowed from her pussy. He slipped his tongue into his mother’s cunt and fucked it back and forth, then scraped it up to lap hotly upon her puckered asshole.

“Ohhhh, darling, baby... oh, God!” Peggy wailed as her son’s tongue fucked into her asshole. “Ooooo, that’s so good! I love that... fuck my asshole with your tongue, Donny! Fuck Mother’s asshole! Fuck it, tongue it!”

But Donny pulled his tongue from her asshole. Peggy yelped her protest, wanting it back inside. Spreading her knees on the bed, she looked back between her legs. Donny was on his knees, his cock very hard. When she felt her son grip her hips, she knew what he was going to do.

“Oh, yes!” she screamed.

The head of her son’s cock rammed against the tight pucker of her asshole. Peggy wailed with pleasure, arching her ass higher for him. The pressure of his cock upon her sensitive asshole seemed to create an intense ecstasy that rippled up and down her creamy flesh. She was gasping and making soft hissing sounds as she shoved her spreading ass backwards.

Before his cock entered her burning asshole, Peggy shot her right hand between her thighs and gripped his dangling balls tightly. She writhed her naked ass in an erotic manner for his visual delight, urging him to fuck his cock up her asshole. The anticipation of taking her son’s cock up her ass caused her cunt to twitch, quiver, almost convulse. Her clit had already been quite swollen, but now it seemed about to burst apart with almost unbearable ecstasy. She felt her son’s fingers digging into her lips as he shoved the head of his cock hard against her asshole.

“Ohhhh!” she wailed, feeling the smooth roundness of his prick penetrate the ring of her tight asshole. “Ohhh, yes, yes, yes! Oh, God... yes!”

It had been so long since she had felt a hard throbbing cock up her ass, and Peggy’s mind soared with the sensations. She had always loved being fucked in the ass, but the feeling her son’s cock gave her was much better than she remembered. She swung her ass from side to side, the ring of her asshole squeezing tightly as Donny’s cock fucked as deep as his prick could go. She held his balls against her bubbling cunt, tightly, as if she were trying to stuff them inside.

“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.

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The Widow's Horny Family

CHAPTER FOUR

If only what?

If only Susy’s parents weren’t so aloof, she thought. If only they relaxed and were more friendly. Buy they acted as if they thought they were better than others in the neighborhood. Not better, actually... they just didn’t seem to want anyone close to them.

It was a shame, Peggy thought, because both were good looking. But Peggy knew looks had nothing to do with a person’s sexual nature. A person did not have to be beautiful to be interested in fucking. In fact, she recalled a woman she and her husband had enjoyed. The woman wasn’t unattractive exactly, but she was certainly eager.

But she didn’t think this was the case with her next-door neighbors. She was almost certain they seldom fucked.

After she had dusted and straightened a few things, she went out into the back yard, pulling the hose out and setting the sprinkler going on the flower beds. She walked along the fence separating her yard from next door, looking at the flowers there. Glancing over the fence, she stopped in her tracks.

Susy’s mother was in the back yard, lying on a blanket.

Peggy would never have believed it.

The woman was on her stomach, her head resting on her folded arms, dozing in the sun. She also had on a bikini, one of the skimpiest bikinis Peggy had ever seen. In fact, she had not seen one like that in any store.

The woman was named Grace, a name that Peggy felt perfect for her. It was associated with old maids and people with a puritan outlook. But Grace looked anything but puritan now.

Peggy could see the cheeks of the woman’s ass and her long slim thighs. From what she could see, Grace apparently had nice-sized tits, too, from the bulge about her chest. The woman had rich dark hair, but it was usually up in a severe bun. Now it fanned about her head.

There was something appealing about the woman, Peggy realized, seeing her this way. She certainly didn’t look like the aloof, cool, detached female she had always seen before. For just a moment, Peggy considered calling out a greeting just to see Grace’s reaction, but decided that would be mean.

Grace lay with her feet toward Peggy, and Peggy looked at the curve of the woman’s ass, realizing that her ass swelled up very lovely.

From what she could see, Grace had creamy smooth flesh on her ass, and her thighs certainly looked beautiful. Grace shifted, and her legs parted. Peggy almost giggled when she found herself seeing the dark cunt hair swirling from the tight crotch of the bikini. She was sure Grace would die of shame if she knew someone was looking at her this way.

The sound of a door closing came to her, and she looked away from Grace. She saw the lovely girl come out of her house and skip to her mother. Peggy watched as Susy squatted at her mother’s side, saying something. Peggy saw the way Susy squatted, and gasped when she realized the crotch of Susy’s panties was fully exposed. She waited, thinking. Grace would certainly snap at her daughter, but it didn’t happen.

Susy stood up, smiling, and walked back into the house.

Strange behavior, she thought as she turned to go back into her own house. Perhaps those people next door weren’t as icy as she had been led to believe.

It was close to noon, and she wondered what to prepare for Donny’s lunch. He could have sandwiches, she thought as she opened the refrigerator, and a Coke.

As she fixed his lunch, she couldn’t get her mind off Grace, off that exquisite lovely body the woman tried hard to conceal. And of course Grace had to have noticed the way her daughter squatted. There was no way she could have missed seeing. Yet she had said nothing, in fact, had actually smiled at her daughter.

Very unusual...

Donny came in almost an hour later after she had fixed his lunch. The bread had dried out, and she had to prepare another.

“Mother, guess what?” he said excitedly.

She sat across from him, watching him eat. His eyes were bright, shining.

“I wouldn’t even try,” she smiled.

“I’m gonna fuck Susy!”

Peggy’s breath caught. “You’re going to what?”

“Susy said I could fuck her,” he said again. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, honey,” Peggy said. “Not a good idea at all.”

His face fell. “Aw, Mother... she told me I could.”

“Donny, I’m not trying to stop you from fucking some hot-ass, but Susy... well, think about it.”

It was obvious that he wanted to get his cock into that cunt. She understood his feelings, but her misgivings were strong. There must be some way to turn his desire from Susy, but she didn’t know what more to do. She had fucked him, sucked his cock, allowed him to feel anyplace on her body.

So what more could she do?

Looking at her downcast son, an idea began forming in her mind. There was no doubt that Donny would enjoy it. He would love anything, she knew.

“Honey, why don’t you spend an hour or so this afternoon with me?”

“Sure, Mother,” he said, brightening a bit. “You know I will. What do you have in mind?”

She gave him a lewd wink. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

They went into the living room, and Peggy slumped to the couch, her ass almost hanging over. She spread her knees and began fondling herself, rubbing her hand lightly up and down the crotch of her panties. She saw Donny’s eyes start to burn with desire, and the front of his shorts began to protrude with a lovely swelling hard-on.

“Take it out, darling,” she murmured with a husky voice. “Take your beautiful cock out and let Mother see it.”

Donny shoved aside his shorts and exposed his cock and balls. Peggy loved looking at her son’s cock so much, and, as she gazed at his prick with hot eyes, she slipped her panties off. Her son’s eyes turned glassy as he watched his mother moving her fingers about the thick cunt hair and puffy pink pussy lips of her fiery cunt. His cock throbbed and swelled into intense hardness, his prick head so deliciously lovely, his sweet balls below. Spreading the lips of her hairy cunt, Peggy rubbed at her swollen clit, then dipped her finger into her pussy. She watched her son with smoky eyes as she openly fingerfucked herself. Then she pulled her finger from her cunt, lifting it and letting her son see the moisture clinging to it. Then Peggy plunged her cunt-wet finger into her mouth and thrust it back and forth, sucking and licking the juice of her own pussy from it, making soft, mewling noises.

Her son was gripping his cock tightly, his fist jerking up and down as his excitement increased from what his mother was doing. Lifting her right leg, she bent it at the knee until it touched her tit. Shoving her hand beneath her creamy ass, she fucked a finger into her cunt once more, then a second finger entered the tightness of her asshole.

“Oh, wow!” Donny gurgled.

“Mmmmmm, feels good,” Peggy whispered throatily as she fucked a finger up her cunt and asshole. “I love it.”

He stood up and started toward her, still gripping his cock. Peggy lifted her other hand to stop him.

“Wait,” she said. “Take your shorts off!” Donny was halfway across the room. He stopped where he was, shoving his shorts down and stepping out of them. Peggy stated at her son, her eyes raking up and down his naked body. His cock stood firm, almost at a forty-five-degree angle to his stomach, his balls growing tight with eagerness. “Now come to Mother,” she moaned.

Donny approached, his eyes on her cunt. Peggy opened her blouse so her tits were exposed, her nipples very hard. Pulling her skirt to her waist, she scooted her ass farther yet to the edge of the cushion. The round cheeks of her ass writhed slightly as she shoved her legs wide, her pussy hair framing her pulsating cunt beautifully. “Honey, wouldn’t you like to give Mother’s cunt a kiss? YOU haven’t even kissed my pussy, baby. Kiss it for me. Kiss my hot cunt, darling!”

Donny did not hesitate. She was elated as her son dropped to his knees without so much as a sound. He ran his hands along her creamy thighs, about her hips. He stroked the thick hair of his mother’s pussy, then her puffy cunt lips with his fingertip. He stared at her inflamed clit, and Peggy placed her hand on his head, urging his face between her thighs.

Her son’s lips touched the wetness of her cunt, and Peggy whimpered with bubbling pleasure. She lifted her ass and wiggled her crotch into her son’s face. Donny ran his hands behind her hips, curling his fingers about those firm, luscious ass cheeks of his mother. His eyes bluing with excitement, he opened his mouth and pressed his lips against her seeping cunt, his tongue fluttering.

“Oooo, yes, yes!” Peggy wailed as her son’s tongue licked swiftly about her steaming clit. “Lick my cunt, Donny! Oh, I love to be tonguefucked!”

Her son’s tongue rapidly stabbed into her pussy, his hands holding her ass tight. Peggy squealed with intense delight as her son began fucking his tongue in and out of her fiery, wet pussy. She lifted her ass and began to make grinding motions into his face, her green eyes burning as she saw his nose buried into her thick cunt hair. She closed her hot, satiny thighs against his head as she writhed and tossed her crotch into his face.

Peggy, usually in a high state of arousal, became so inflamed with erotic ecstasy that her cunt was spasming about her son’s fucking tongue, the orgasms feeling like warm waves crashing upon her, but with growing power and force. The lips of her cunt flexed in convulsions about his tongue, the way her pussy did when a cock was fucking into her.

Peggy was gurgling hotly as her son fucked wildly into her boiling cunt, her moans incoherent but quite loud. She lifted her cunt and slammed her pussy into her son’s face, grinding furiously as she felt her orgasms growing more powerful, the shattering of them making her tits tighten and her body shake.

The sounds that came from her son’s buried mouth sent thrills racing up and down her spine. They told her of his enjoyment at eating her pussy. There was a gathering of forces in the pit of her stomach, and Peggy began to scream, the sound starting low but growing with intensity as her orgasms threatened to destroy her completely.

With a jerking motion, she banged her convulsing cunt harshly into her son’s face, grinding mindlessly. Donny kept his tongue slashing at his mother’s cunt, but as her orgasms still continued relentlessly, he closed his lips about her swollen, throbbing clit and sucked hard, his tongue beating rapidly against the sensitive tip.

Donny pulled his face from his mother’s hair-rimmed pussy only when her ass slumped. He sat back on his heels, his cock tearing up and dripping. His face was smeared with the slippery juices of his mother’s pussy, and he licked his tongue over his lips. His eyes shined happily, as if he had just accomplished something no one else ever had.

Peggy sat forward, gathering her son into her arms and hugging him tightly, his face against her naked tits. “Oh, you’re so sweet to me, baby!” she cooed. “That was wonderful! My God... you sucked my cunt as if you’ve been doing it for years! You haven’t been holding out on me, have you?”

“I’ve never did that before, Mother,” he said.

“You were like a kid with candy for the first time in years.” She smiled at him. “You must have enjoyed it.”

“I loved it, Mother! Your cunt tastes good! I wonder if Susy’s pussy tastes as good.”

Peggy knew she had failed in getting his mind off the girl. There just had to be some way, some way to divert his erotic desire away from Susy.

“Sit on the couch, darling,” she said in a husky voice. “After that tongue fucking you gave me, you deserve something nice in return.”

With his cock about to burst, Donny quickly sat on the couch. Peggy scooted to the floor, sitting at his feet. She shoved his knees apart and began stroking his hard cock and fondling his balls, using both her hands. Donny moved his ass forward as his mother had done, anticipating her hot, wet mouth on his cock.

Peggy kissed the inside of her son’s thighs with her hot lips, her green eyes blazing up at his cock wrapped in her fist. Shoving her tongue out, she licked his thighs, going from one to the other, licking the sensitive inner portions, circling her tongue close to his balls. She shoved her tongue far out, then began to bounce his balls up and down, her fist keeping up the slow jacking motions of his throbbing cock.

Finally she began to circle his balls with the tip of her tongue. She traced about his balls and the base of her son’s cock, making soft whimpering sounds of pleasure. Sliding her tongue down again, she shoved it beneath her son’s balls and opened her mouth as wide as she could.

Taking Donny’s balls into her mouth, she sucked at them gently, running her tongue about the wrinkled flesh. After a bit, she let his balls fall away and ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, flicking it over the smooth head of his prick. At the piss hole she tapped her tongue against it, tasting the seeping fuck juices that bubbled up. Peggy ran her tongue all about his swollen cockhead, then took his prick into her mouth. With her hair swirling, she began to suck up and down her son’s cock, taking his prick deep.

Donny’s eyes were fiery as they stared down at his mother’s cock-filled mouth, his hips pumping to meet the down thrust of her devouring lips. Peggy gurgled with ecstasy, loving the hardness of her son’s cock between her hot, tight, slippery lips. She loved the way his prick brushed at her throat when she sucked deep, loved the smoothness of his cock head as her tongue swirled and lapped. Best of all, she loved the taste of his dripping fuck juices against her tongue.

When she pulled her stretched lips from his cock, Donny grunted a protest. “I was gonna come, Mother!”

“I know, lover,” she said softly. “But don’t worry, you’ll come... and it’s going to be fantastic!”

She lifted his knees and shoved them against his chest. “Hold your knees there, baby,” she said.

With Donny holding his knees, Peggy stared into his crotch. His balls were beautiful, his cock throbbing. The cheeks of his ass parted, and the pucker of his asshole was in view. Shoving her face down, Peggy began to run her tongue about the cheeks of her son’s ass. He grunted with surprise, but his eyes flashed with pleasure.

Peggy licked the cheeks of his ass, then she fluttered the tip of her tongue deep, scraping across her son’s asshole. Opening her lips, she pressed them tightly against his ass. With a sucking motion, she plunged her tongue into her son’s asshole quickly. Donny gasped, but he held his knees tightly against his chest. Peggy, her tongue fucking into his tight asshole, his balls pressed against her nose, gripped his cock and began jacking his prick with a wild flurry of motion. Plunging her tongue deep into his asshole, she could just barely peek past his cock and watch his face. Her son’s eyes blazed with erotic ecstasy as he lifted his ass against her face. When Donny began a rocking motion, Peggy pulled her tongue out of his puckered tightness, up over his balls, to the base of his cock, then down again.

Once more she thrust her tongue into his asshole, fucking with intense delight. She felt his cock throbbing harder in her tight fist, and her green eyes watched his swollen prick head closely. His cock was dripping more and more, and his prick head was seemingly growing larger.

Peggy’s tongue fucked deep into her son’s asshole. She felt his asshole flexing around her tongue as her lips sucked. She anticipated his pleasure, eagerly watching for him to start coming. Her fist gripped his cock hard at the base, squeezing and no longer jerking up and down.

She heard him grunt.

Quickly, her tongue pulled from his tight asshole and she raced it against his balls. Her gaze was still on the head of his cock as the first gush of come juice erupted. The white glob of come juice flew almost half a foot into the air. With a loud squeal, Peggy lifted her head quickly and, just as the spurt of come juice fell to his stomach, closed her lips about the head of his cock in time to catch the other spurts. The thick, creamy sweetness of his come juice coated her tongue, making her eyes roll with ecstasy. Each squirt of his come juice splashed against her cheeks, and she began to swallow with a greedy, liquid sound.

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.

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The Widow's Horny Family cont

CHAPTER THREE

Peggy found herself happy the next day, very happy.

She no longer found it necessary to torment herself with erotic thoughts, remembering how it had been when her husband was alive.

She could now indulge those sweet, beautiful desires to their fullest. Donny, she knew, would be an eager partner with her. He was so sweet, she thought as she went about her morning rituals. She didn’t mind when he was aggressive, not at all. At least it was now open. She knew what he wanted and was more than willing to provide for him.

She hugged herself with pleasure as she finished drying her slender, lovely body. There was no longer any need for Donny to play around with some girl, a girl who could possibly get him into trouble. Peggy giggled to herself at the thought. It was usually the girl that got into trouble, she thought, not the boy. But she knew that her son, being as horny as he was, would not use discretion and some girl would talk to the wrong people.

Dressing for the day, she recalled how sweet and hard his cock had been last night. It had felt so good inside her cunt, in her mouth. And his come juice! Oh, it was so sweet and creamy! Filling her pussy and then later her mouth. Donny loved the sensation of her hot, wet mouth on his cock, she knew.

Lifting her skirt and pulling on a pair of tight pale-blue bikini panties, she ran her tongue over her lips, the memory of his throbbing cock fucking between them starting to make her cunt throb.

Smoothing her skirt over her hips and swelling ass, she went to the kitchen for coffee. While she sat there, sipping coffee and smiling about the night before, Donny came in, rubbing his eyes, still sleepy. Peggy put the cup down and held her arms out to her son. He came into them and Peggy closed her arms tightly around his naked chest. She saw that he had put his pajama bottoms on and slipped her hand down the back of them, closing her fingers about one tight ass cheek.

“Good morning, baby,” she murmured, kissing his mouth cheek. “Still tired?”

He drew back, grinning down at his mother. “Hell, no!” he snorted. “I think I could do it again.”

“Do what?” she prompted, leering wickedly as her fingers squeezed his ass.

“Fuck!” he yelped. “Fuck you!”

“I hope you mean that in a nice way,” she laughed softly, pulling her hand from his pajamas. But then she grabbed at the front of his pajamas and closed her fingers about his cock.

“Mmmmm, nice!” he gurgled softly as her fist squeezed.

She felt her son’s cock throbbing in her fist, felt the morning hardness of his prick. She moved her fist, stretching the pajamas until his cock bulged, outlined there so she could see the curvature of his swollen prick head. A moist spot formed where his piss hole was.

“Mmmm, look at that,” she mewled, brushing a finger over the spot. Then, before her son could react, she shoved her face down and pressed her lips against the spot, kissing it. Her tongue snaked out and she licked along the outlined cock head, fluttering it against the wet place on his pajamas.

Immediately her son grabbed the back of her head and arched his cock against her mouth, writhing. Peggy gave a soft giggle of delight and opened her mouth, sucking his cloth-covered cock between her lips. Despite the throbbing hardness in her mouth, she didn’t like the pajamas there. She allowed her son to writhe and press his crotch into her face for a while, then managed to draw back. She looked up into his hot eyes as she nuzzled her cheek against his hard-on.

Her hand slipped into the fly of his pajamas and withdrew his prick. “This is one of the best breakfasts I can think of, honey,” she said, laughing lewdly.

She smeared her cheeks and chin with the dripping piss hole of her son’s cock, then began kissing his prick. But Donny wanted more than kisses. He tried to shove his cock into his mother’s mouth, and Peggy teasing, held him away. “You’re so damned eager, aren’t you?”

“Suck me, Mother!” he grunted. “Please, suck my cock!”

“My pleasure,” she mewled, spreading her lips and letting him finally fuck his prick into her wet mouth.

The heat of her son’s cock between her lips again sent rumbles of ecstasy racing down from her mouth to her cunt as it had the night before. Sliding her hot mouth along his cock, she took his prick deep, making soft whimpering sounds of delight, her green eyes shining up at him. Her lips brushed the sparse hair at the base of his prick as she held his cock tightly and deeply, only her lips writhing as she created an intense suction, the head of his cock probing her throat. With a low squeal of pleasure, she pulled back, her lips holding the hardness of his prick tightly. She dragged her tongue along the bottom until she held only his prick head between her lips. Peggy sucked at the head of her son’s cock, her tongue flicking about the dripping piss hole, tasting the fuck juices that bubbled into her mouth.

Donny grabbed his mother by the back of her head again, his eyes flashing with ecstasy. He pulled at her head as he thrust his hips forward, fucking his cock as deep as he could into her hungry mouth. Peggy moaned with the suddenness, but her pulse was racing, too. When her son held her head tight and began to fuck his cock back and forth, she used her tongue and lips expertly, sucking and licking at his hard cock as he fucked her mouth.

Her hands moved up to the single button holding his pajamas about his waist. She tugged and they opened. She shoved his pajamas down as he kept up his fucking motions into her mouth. Now, as he fucked back and forth, his balls swung about, banging her chin. Shivers flowed up and down Peggy’s body as she cupped her fingers about his twisting, flexing ass cheeks. She dug hard into them as he held her face, fucking eagerly and energetically into her mouth. She continued to make the low throaty sounds of a woman experiencing intense ecstasy, which Peggy was. Her cunt was burning, throbbing, her clit distended and sensitive.

Being fucked in her mouth by her son this way thrilled her the way she had been with her husband, the way it had when they had been with others. Yet, somehow, this was better. Peggy found it more erotic, so deliciously erotic.

Digging her fingers into his tight, sweet ass, Peggy mewled with ecstasy as her son fucked back and forth, filling her mouth with his delicious cock. She loved the way his smoothly swollen prick head probed her throat, the way his cock stretched her lips and glided along her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She detected his cock swelling more, seemingly becoming harder than ever. His balls slapped against her chin as his fucking motions became more energetic, the sounds of his ecstasy coming to her ears. He was now digging his fingers into her auburn hair as he fucked her mouth faster and faster. She thought he was trying to fuck his cock down her throat, and Peggy realized she would not have minded if he could.

With the first gush of his creamy come juice, Peggy wailed with pleasure, tasting it coat her tongue. She dug her fingers harshly into his tight ass cheeks, her green eyes rolling in their sockets. Her pussy seemed to become impossibly tight, her clit on fire. With the second spurt of her son’s come juice flowing into her mouth, her cunt convulsed. She twisted her ass against the chair, muffled squeals of ecstasy coming from round her son’s discharging cock. Her mouth filled time and again with the sweetness, and she gurgled moistly when she swallowed, her tongue racing about as she tried to draw every drop from his balls. Her cunt was flexing with tight waves of orgasm as her son spewed come juice down her burning throat.

She felt her son’s body starting to relax, but she was still clutched with those waving orgasms. She clung to his prick with tight lips, not wanting to let go, at least not until she finished coming herself.

As her orgasm receded, she allowed her son to pull his cock from her wet lips. She quickly shoved her face into his crotch and nuzzled, kissing his balls and racing her tongue up and down.

“That was so sweet,” she cooed softly, patting his naked ass and turning back to her cooling coffee. “I’d suck that thing every morning, honey. Just bring it to me when you wake up.”

With his breathing slowing, he sat at the table. “I’d like scrambled eggs this morning, Mother,” he said.

Pouring a fresh cup of coffee, she laughed at him. “Now isn’t that just like a fellow! Get a fucking blowjob and then all he thinks about is eating. You and your father are just alike.”

She cooked his breakfast and watched him eat. Peggy seldom ate breakfast, preferring only coffee. She was amused that he sat at the table naked, his pajamas discarded on the kitchen floor. Even as precocious as he was, she would not have thought he would be this bold. But she was glad he was this way. After she had left him the night before, Peggy thought she would be teaching her son many enjoyable things they could do together, but, seeing him this morning, she didn’t think there was much she could teach him. Apparently her son knew a great deal, despite the confession last night of never having fucked a girl before.

After he finished eating, he picked up his pajamas and, leaning over, kissed his mother on her moist lips. She grabbed herself a feel of his cock and balls as they kissed, then she watched him walk from the kitchen, her gaze hot on his tight ass cheeks.

When she heard the shower going, she placed the breakfast dishes in the dish washer, then walked into the shower with her son. Taking the soap from him, she washed his back. When she started downward, she soaped his ass and fondled his ass cheeks, playing with him. She ran a soapy finger into the crack of his ass and brushed it over his asshole. Then, with a lewd giggle, she stabbed her son up his asshole. Just as he yelped in surprise, she pulled the finger from his asshole and stood up.

Tossing him a fresh towel, she said, “You’re a big boy; you can dry yourself.”

She sat on the toilet and watched him as he used the towel, her eyes gazing at his dangling balls and cock. The sheer youth of his cock and balls held a perverse appeal to Peggy.

Donny turned his back to her as he leaned down to pick up a clean pair of jogger’s shorts.

Peggy’s eyes gleamed hotly as she stared at his ass. With suddenness, she shoved her face forward and kissed one of his ass cheeks. With a small mewl, she slipped her mouth between his ass cheeks and pressed her lips against his asshole, kissing quickly. Donny straightened up and looked at his mother.

“You do everything, don’t you, Mother?” he asked.

For a moment she searched his face to see if he was repulsed by being kissed on his asshole. She grinned when she saw the delighted sparkle in his eyes. “You better believe it, Donny,” she replied in a low voice. “I just happen to be an over-sexed woman. I love it, honey. You’re right, there isn’t anything I won’t do, as long as it feels good and just about anything feels good to.”

“Really, Mother?”

“Aren’t you pleased?”

“Oh, yes!” he gurgled happily. “I like it, Mother! I love anything you want to do with me.”

“You don’t think it’s... wrong?”

“No way! I love it, Mother!”

She stood up and hugged her naked son against her body, pressing her shapely tits tight against him. She kissed him and snapped her tongue into his mouth before pulling back.

“You’re just a horny shit, that’s all.”

“And you’re a fucking hot-ass, Mother!” She paused at the door, shaking her ass at him. “You’re fucking right I’m a hot-ass. And you love it!”

She was in the living room when he came out, wearing the jogging shorts. She looked at him critically. “Aren’t you afraid you’ll show something without underwear on?” she asked.

He pulled the leg of the shorts back and exposed his cock and balls to her. “Might get lucky,” he said.

“Smart-ass,” Peggy replied, lifting her skirt and jerking the crotch of her panties aside. “How’s that hairy cunt for getting lucky?”

Donny ran toward her and shoved his hand between his mother’s thighs, rubbing her hairy cunt.

“If you do that much longer,” she said in a thickening voice. “You’d have to take care of it.”

She reached for his cock and found his prick swelling. She pumped his cock with a tight fist, and then his prick was throbbing very hard in her hand. He had shoved a finger into her cunt and was fucking it in and out.

“Okay, baby,” she said, “that does it. Now you have to fuck me. You can’t go around getting my pussy all hot this way and leave it, you know.”

She sat back on a chair, shoving her ass to the edge of the chair and spreading her knees wide. Arching her crotch up, she hooked a finger into her panties and drew the crotch aside again.

“Fuck me, Donny!” she hissed at him. “Fuck me now!”

Donny went to her swiftly, and, even standing upright, his cock could almost reach his mother’s hair-lined pussy. She lifted her crotch higher, and Donny gripped her hips, fucking his prick forward. Peggy’s eyes filmed over as an ecstatic hiss came from her. His cock went deep into her pussy, his balls rubbing against her twisting ass.

Closing her creamy hot thighs against his plunging hips, she began to grind furiously against him. She gripped the cushion of the chair she sat in, gasping with the heat of ecstasy, her eyes glassy as she stared down at his cock fucking back and forth, surrounded by the thick curls of her steamy cunt. He could feel each throb of her son’s cock with the clasping lips of her cunt. She could feel his, swollen prick head penetrate deeply. She loved that her son was staring down at his cock fucking into her cunt. She loved it because she wanted to watch her cunt close around his cock, see his prick fucking her.

Peggy churned her ass up and down, grinding in a frenzy upon his hard cock, whimpering and hissing with the pleasure flowing through her body. She clawed at her blouse until she had her spongy tits exposed, then she began to squeeze them and cause her tingling nipples to bulge between her fingers.

Donny saw his mother digging into her tits and reached forward. She released one tit and he grabbed it with both hands. With his fingers digging into the springy flesh of one tit, her hands on the other, she whipped her ass up and down, her cunt fucking his cock furiously, wishing she had taken her panties completely off.

“Oooo, honey, honey!” she crooned in a thick voice. “Fuck that hairy cunt, baby! Oh, God... fuck Mother’s hairy, hot, wet cunt! Oh, darling, I love your cock! So hard... so fucking hard! Mmmmm, fuck the piss out of my cunt, my snatch, my pussy! Fuck Mother’s hot cunt, Donny!”

Her mind reeling with deep, burning desire, Peggy tried to pull her nipple to her mouth. She could not quite make it, but she could get her nipple close enough to run the tip of her tongue about it. Donny watched with moist, steamy eyes as his mother licked at her nipple, her crotch churning in a frenzy of erotic passion on his cock. He released her tit and gripped her bouncing hips again, his fingers digging into her creamy flesh as he fucked his cock powerfully in and out of her clasping, hairy, boiling pussy. His balls slapped against his mother’s writhing ass cheeks.

Glancing up with smoky eyes, Peggy saw her son’s face starting to contort into a mask of intense ecstasy. She knew he was about to come, and she sent her hips into a whirling motion, her cunt sucking and devouring his prick.

“Come, come!” she urged in a hissing whisper. “Come in me, please! Oh, darling, I want to feel your cock gushing that come juice in my cunt!”

Donny fucked his cock hard and deep into his mother’s clinging cunt, stiffening up. Peggy felt the powerful throb of his prick, then there was a thick gush of come juice splashing into her satiny, steaming cunt. She yelped as she ground her pussy into him, then screamed as her own orgasm erupted with the shattering force of a volcano exploding. With her head back, she turned loose of her tit and quickly closed her fingers into her son’s hips as she strained her convulsing cunt onto his squirting cock, trying to pull balls and all into her pussy.

Donny stood on shaking legs and Peggy slumped, gasping heavily. Her eyes, half closed, were smoky as she gazed at her son, her face glowing with the still-tingling ecstasy. When she relaxed her grip on his hips, Donny pulled free, the front of his shorts covering his cock and balls. He looked down at his mother’s cunt, watching come juice drip from her twitching pussy lips. He ran a fingertip lightly over her clit, making her shiver.

She sat upright. “Go play, damn you,” she said. “How can a mother get any work done around here when all her, son wants to do is fuck her?”

Donny leaned over and kissed her tit, taking a nipple between his lips to suck for a moment. Peggy hugged his face against her tit for a moment, then shoved him away.

“Go on, baby. I’ve got work to do.”

She stood at the window, watching him, and she frowned as Susy came out of her house and joined Donny on the sidewalk. Turning away to clean house, she felt there had to be some way to turn her son’s mind away from Susy.

If only...

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The Widow's Horny Family cont

CHAPTER TWO

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.

As usual, his door was open.

She found him, sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard, looking at his comics. “Donny, I think we need to have a talk, don’t you?”

He looked at his mother, a shy smile on his face. She entered the room and sat on the edge of his bed. The brown of her nipples were a hazy outline beneath the gauzy negligee. That was where his gaze moved and stayed.

Peggy picked at her negligee nervously. She felt his eyes burning on her tits, and she also felt her tits swelling out sharply.

“What tare we going to talk about, Mother?” he asked, his voice quiet.

“The other day,” she said, keeping a tremble out of her voice with some effort.

“You wanna do it again?”

She saw the hot gleam in his eyes and knew instantly that she didn’t have to worry about him feeling guilty. What she saw was a desire as hot, if not hotter, than she had seen that day when they had fucked.

Donny had the sheet up to his hips, his knees drawn up with a book resting on his thighs. Peggy felt desire bubbling inside her again, and she was not at all surprised.

“Do you?” she asked, her green eyes taking on a smoky expression as she looked at him.

Donny nodded, licking his lips.

With a flaring of hunger swelling inside the pit of her stomach, Peggy reached out and pulled the book from her son’s thighs. She then slipped the sheet away, end her mouth parted in a soft gasp of pleasure. He was naked under the sheet, his lovely cock already hard, standing up from the base, his prick head smooth and moist. Peggy gazed with delighted hunger at her son’s cock and balls, her cunt twitching with an almost desperate desire to feel his prick penetrating the sensitive lips of her pussy. Her clit swelled and became intensely distended. She tightened her thighs, a soft mewl bubbling from her tight throat.

She readied out and touched her son’s cock tracing a finger down his taut skin, feeling his prick throb so powerfully. She ran her fingertip up and down his cock, then about his balls, listening to her son’s gurgles of pleasure. She cupped his balls gently and fondled them. She gave his balls a delicate squeeze and watched his cock lurch with ecstasy. There were tiny beads of clear fuck juices seeping from the piss hole.

She sipped her fingers up from his balls, over his cock, and pressed her palm upon his moist prick head. Finally she closed her fingers about her son’s prick and began to slowly and lovingly jack him. She held his prick loosely for a while, feeling his cock throb in her fist. Then she tightened her fingers and made his prick head swell even more. She pumped up and down on her son’s prick, gasping with pleasure to have his cock in her hand.

“I wanna see you, Mother,” he said in a thick voice. “You gotta let me see you, too.”

She smiled at him, a wicked sort of grin. “I suppose that would only be fair, wouldn’t it?”

Still holding his cock tightly, moving her fist up and down, her green eyes burning with desire, she slipped her negligee from her shoulders, letting it fall. Her tits came free, shapely and arching with stiff, tingling nipples. Donny reached out and shoved the negligee from her lower body, and, as she lifted one knee to the bed, her other leg still dangling over the edge, his eyes gazed at the thick curls of her cunt hair. His hand moved along the inside of her sensitive thigh, moving slowly toward her pussy. Peggy’s body trembled with the anticipation of her urn feeling her cunt, and she lifted her legs to the bed, bending her knees and holding them apart. Her son seemed fascinated with her hairy cunt, his fingers running about the puffy lips and gently probing at her distended clit.

When his finger moved into her cunt, Peggy gave a soft mewl of pleasure, scooting her ass on the bed to give him plenty of room at her cunt. Her fist continued to beat up and down on his cock.

“This isn’t what I want, Donny,” she murmured thickly. “I can have a finger anytime... I want this!” She squeezed her son’s cock to emphasize her meaning.

“I do, too,” he groaned.

“Ohhh, baby!” Peggy whimpered as she stood on her knees, flinging one knee of his body. “I want it so much! Oh, God... I need it, darling!”

She reached down and grasped his cock as she lowered her cunt. She teased herself and her son by brushing his swollen cock head about her pussy, her hips sliding back and forth. Then, with a low wail, she settled her cunt upon her son’s cock and sank downward. She moaned with the ecstasy of his cock filling her cunt, stretching the sensitive, steamy pussy lips and, going deep as his cock could possibly go. For a long time, she sat there on him, his cock buried in her clasping pussy. Her naked body shivered with pleasure as she reached behind and pulled his balls up, rubbing them against her creamy smooth ass cheeks. She could feel his cock throbbing against the wet, satiny walls of her cunt, and finally she began to lift and lower her ass, fucking her son with slow motions, letting the delicious sensations wrap about them both.

“Hold my tits!” she urged throatily. “Hold Mother’s tits, Donny! Oooo, I love it when my tits are squeezed... with a lovely hard cock in my cunt!”

His eyes shot up into hers in surprise.

She gurgled, “That’s right, Donny! Tits... cunt... cock!”

With his prick engulfed by his mother’s fiery cunt, he laughed, and began to chant, “Cock, cunt, tits, fuck!”

The words erupting from his mouth thrilled her, and she urged him on. “Say it, darling! Oooo, say fuck and cock and ass and ass and cunt and... ohhh, fuck me, baby!”

Her naked ass was churning up and down now, her cunt clinging to his cock as she rode wildly. Her shapely tits, new cupped in her son’s hand, swelled until she thought they would burst. Her nipples were inflamed until they were like tight brown bullets.

She leaned over him, her tits dangling down, her naked ass bumping and churning, grating in tight, frenzied circles as she fucked furiously. She groaned and wailed and whimpered above her son’s face, her auburn hair swirling down about her lovely features. The ecstasy was so strong within her overheated body that even her asshole was flexing.

The gripping slipperiness of her hairy cunt seemed to grasp her son’s cock tighter than ever. Her pussy was so sensitive, she could feel the deep, powerful throbs of his prick as she fucked her pussy up and down. The thick, long hair that curled about her cunt almost concealed his prick as she fucked up and down. She slammed downward with a gurgle of ecstasy, grinding her cunt hard into his crotch, his cock very deep inside.

“Oh, God!” she wailed as her naked ass fucked up and down. “Oh, fuck... so fucking beautiful! Donny, I love your cock... in my cunt... fucking me...! Ohhh, damn, I love it!”

“Faster, Mother!” Donny yelped, arching his hips up from the bed. “Fuck me faster! I think I’m gonna come!”

“Oh, baby, do it!” she wailed. “Come. Come all you want! I love it when a cock comes in my cunt! Let me have it, baby! Let Mother’s hot cunt have your sweet come juice!”

When she felt her sop’s cock burst, with a hot flow of spurting come juice, her cunt bubbled into a wild, mindless orgasm. She slammed her cunt down hard against him, grinding and wailing with the shuddering ecstasy.

She sat upright on him, his cock still deep inside her cunt, spurting the sweetness of his jism into her hungry pussy. She dug her fingers into her thighs as her hips jerked about, her head thrown back and eyes tightly squeezed together as her cunt continued to contract and convulse about her son’s spewing cock. Her cunt was being flooded with the sweetest substance she knew of, and it was making her come in those multiple ripples of orgasm that she had not felt for two years.

When it finally stopped, she slumped, her tits quivering. Weakly, she pulled herself free of her son and leaned against the wall, panting breathlessly, her tits heaving up and down. She had one leg over her son’s stomach, the other along his thighs. Her pussy continued to twitch with the delicious sensations.

When she opened her eyes, she found her son looking at her naked body, his eyes burning with pleasure. His cock glistening wetly from being inside her hot cunt, was still nearly hard.

She reached between her knees and caressed his slippery wet cock and balls, smiling affectionately at him. “Was it good, darling? Did you enjoy fucking your mother?”

“Oh, wow, Mother!” he said with excitement. “This was better than the first time.”

“I know,” she murmured, stroking his cock. “I know! God, how I know!”

“I never fucked anyone before,” he suddenly said.

“You haven’t? But I thought you knew lots of girls, Donny... girls that let you? I’ve seen you with them.”

“I tried,” he admitted. “I get my hand up some dresses, but most of them are afraid. Susy lets me feel her, though.”

“Susy?” Peggy felt alarmed.

“Sure, Mother,” Donny said, wide-eyed with excitement. “She likes me to feel her. And she touches my cock and she said I could fuck her if we could sneak in the garage without you knowing it.”

“I think you should leave Susy alone, Donny,” she said.

“Aw, Mother, she’s nice,” Donny said. “I wanna fuck her, Mother.”

Peggy’s hand had been sliding up and down her son’s cock, and his prick was throbbing again. When she looked at his cock, she forgot about Susy.

“Donny,” she said in a low, throaty voice, “Would you think I was bad if I... you know, kissed your cock?”

“Gosh, no!” he grunted. “I saw some pictures of a woman kissing a man’s cock! I liked it.”

“Would you like it if I kissed your cock?”

“Do it, Mother!” Donny said excitedly, arching his cock up into her fist. “Kiss it!”

Eagerly Peggy scooted about, on his bed until she was on her stomach between his legs. She gazed at her son’s lovely hard-on, seeing the juices of her cunt clinging to his prick, his balls so sweet below. She slipped her hands about his hips and underneath his tight ass. Cupping the cheeks of her son’s ass, she lifted him slightly. “Would you like for me to take your cock in my mouth?” she purred. “I think you’d like that... I have a wet, hot mouth, Donny.”

“Would you, Mother?” he asked with passion. “Would you put it in your mouth, not just kiss it? Would you suck on my prick for me... just for a little while?”

“Mmmm,” she purred, pressing her face into his crotch and nuzzling her cheek against his balls and prick. “I’d love to suck on your cock for awhile. I’d love to suck on your cock for longer than just a while.”

With a mewl of pleasure, Peggy pressed her hot lips against her son’s cock. She kissed his prick, then darted her tongue out and began to lap at his cock, tasting the juices of her cunt that glistened. She ran her tongue up and down, swirling it over the head of his dripping cock and down again, licking at his balls wetly. She pulled his balls into her mouth and sucked them, her nose pressing against his cock. Donny, his eyes huge and burning with ecstasy, watched his mother’s beautiful face. She closed her fingers into the cheeks of his ass, lifting him to her face.

Turning his balls loose, she raced her hungry, wet, hot tongue up the underside of her son’s cock, then over his seeping piss hole again. Finally, with a low growl, she opened her mouth and sank down onto her son’s prick, filling her mouth.

The heat of his hard cock against her lips sent Peggy’s body into shivering ecstasy. It had been a long time since she had tasted a hard-on, and she was hungry. She bobbed her beautiful face up and town, devouring her son’s cock in a starving manner. Her tongue swirled and licked as she sucked greedily.

She was delighted when her son lifted his legs, bending them at the knees, and pressing his thighs against her face, holding her head tight. She dug into his tightening ass cheeks with strong fingers as he began to pump his ass up and down, fucking into her sucking mouth. She loved the way his swollen cock head probed at her burning, constricted throat. She writhed her hips against his bed, smashing her cunt up and down as another orgasm started steaming inside her pussy.

Peggy usually came when she sucked on a cock, but most of the time her climax happened when the cock discharged into her mouth. She loved the taste of sweet, creamy come juice, and when a cock spurted into her mouth, she, too, would come.

Her tongue flew about her son’s throbbing prick as she sucked up and down swiftly, low groans coming from her tight throat. She moved her lips up and down her son’s cock quickly, then slowly, wanting to savor this first taste of his prick. She wanted it to last a long time, loving the hard throbbing in her mouth. She wanted to keep sucking on her son’s cock all night.

But Donny was too excited for this blowjob to last much longer.

Peggy felt his prick swelling even more inside her greedy mouth, and she knew sign well. He was about to explode, and she rammed her cunt down hard against the bed, grinding as her cunt began going through wave after wave of orgasms. She squealed about his prick and sucked in a frenzy, desperate to have his cock spurting into her mouth.

She sucked moistly and hungrily, her tongue fluttering as he writhed beneath her fucking face. She clawed at his tight ass cheeks, ramming her mouth down on his cock and feeling the few hairs at the base tickle her lips and nose.

With a loud grunt, Donny went stiff.

His hips arched into the air, his mother’s face pressing down, her lips squeezing at his cock. Peggy’s eyes turned glassy when she tasted the first spurting of his come juice. It flew from the piss hole of his cock and splashed against her throat. With a wild sob of ecstasy, she swallowed and tasted the second gush coat her tongue. Her eyes rolled back as his prick began to squirt time and again, filling her mouth with the thick, creamy sweetness. Her own ass clenched tightly as she experienced a shattering orgasm, her thighs tight together.

Peggy clung to her son’s cock with hot lips, sobbing as he filled her mouth, sobbing with intense ecstasy. She twisted her lips on the base of his prick, sucking and drawing as much of that delicious come juice from his balls as she could.

Even when Donny had finished coming, she still held his cock inside her mouth for a long time, her tongue licking at his prick gently.

Finally she lifted her head, grinning up at her son with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Leave those girls alone, baby,” she whispered. “Especially Susy. Mother will take care of this lovely cock when you get nice and hard.”

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The Widow's Horny Family

CHAPTER ONE

Peggy Winters was on her hands and knees, her ass jutting into the air.

She had been working on the oven for half an hour, telling herself she would never allow it to become so dirty ever again.

But that was not all on her mind.

She was also thinking of a hard cock.

She had been thinking of hard cocks for weeks now. Each day her thoughts became more and more erotic, tormenting her and making her cunt pulsate and twitch, quiver and become very wet. The sensation was pleasant enough, she enjoyed it when her cunt tingled and burned. But it would be better to have a sweet, hard, throbbing cock fucking into her pussy.

As she leaned over to peer into the oven, scraping at a particularly stubborn spot, her ass arched higher into the air, the back of her skirt lifting.

When she heard the soft gasp, she did not at first associate it with Donny. In fact, she did not associate it with anyone or thing at the time she heard it. Her thoughts were too deep in erotic revelry. But she did hear it plainly when the gasp came a second time.

Turning to look over her shoulder, she found her son, Donny, standing in the doorway, his eyes enormous as he stared at her. Peggy’s eyes began to glow with pleasure and a smile of greeting formed on her full, moist lips. Then she realized where her son’s gaze was.

Oh, my God! she thought. My dress!

But it was too late flow. The dress was an old one that she wore when she took on housecleaning once a month. It was frayed and faded and a bit too small for her, with a short skirt. Even the skirt was torn with rips in it. But she liked to wear it when she tackled the house.

She knew what her son could see, or thought she knew. Donny could see almost to her ass.

In fact, Donny could see his mother’s ass.

He could see the backs of her thighs, the creamy flesh of them, and he could see the bottom portion of her panties. A flush crept over Peggy’s face when she realized her son was not leaving, but seemed to enjoy the view. Despite the erotic thoughts she had been having, her first impulse was to sit up and conceal what he was gazing at so hotly. But she couldn’t move... she felt frozen in that ass-up position. She was trembling, but she couldn’t make her arms move, couldn’t sit back.

She saw the glowing of her son’s eyes, saw his mouth slightly parted. She also saw the delight on his face as he stared unabashedly at her exposure.

Peggy had been worried about this.

She suspected her son had been pecking at her for some time. He was a precocious boy, bold and unafraid. She had seen the way he looked at girls in the neighborhood, his eyes gleaming with desire. She had given consideration many times of having a talk with him, but kept putting it off. It wouldn’t do for Donny to start getting his hands on the girls, feeling them up, maybe sticking his cock into some tight cunt. If that happened, the first thing she knew, angry parents would be down on her.

On the other hand, she knew that she would have to do something about Donny sooner or later, probably sooner. She had been watching him develop sexually, keeping her eyes open for any sign of overt sexuality on his part. She knew he was preoccupied with sex; she had seen the spots on his sheets where he had either jacked off or enjoyed a wet dream.

Peggy was not one to attempt to halt her son’s sexual nature or anyone else’s, including her own. But she did want him to exercise caution.

Another thing that troubled her was his interest in a lovely blonde girl. She had observed them often, and they were quite close. The girl seemed to be equally precocious and had flirty eyes that dared and challenged. The girl went out of her way to make it obvious that she would welcome Donny’s attentions. If it were just that, Peggy wouldn’t mind if her son fucked his cock into her tight cunt.

However, the girl’s parents were not that friendly. They presented an aloof and standoffish manner, seldom speaking to others. They didn’t seem at all friendly, and Peggy was afraid that if they found out Donny was doing some exploring of their daughter’s succulent pussy, there would be trouble.

Now, with her son’s eyes unabashedly gazing at her upturned ass, Peggy watched his expression closely. She tried to sit up, but her arms would not push and her thigh muscles didn’t want to work. Since she had been thinking of erotic exercises and her cunt had been steamy, her gaze drifted downward, seeing the growing bulge in the front of his pants.

She felt a catch in her throat as she understood it was her, her ass and thighs, that was giving him this growing, hard-on. She wondered if it was possible that Donny was interested in her, his own mother, that way. If the swelling lump in his pants was any indication, she knew he was interested, very much so.

For just an instant, she felt humiliation, but it was such a fleeting instant that she let it go. It was replaced by a sense of elation, of pleasure. She felt a pulsation between her thighs, the tingle of her cunt becoming more pronounced.

This is silly, she thought. Waving my fucking ass in the Goddamn air and letting my son look all he wants and me... staring right at his cock. Silly... but kind of nice, too.

Donny never took his gaze from his mother’s ass. He could see the slight puffing of her panty crotch. Finally he shifted his eyes and was looking directly into those of his brother. He grinned wickedly, and Peggy gasped when he ran his hand down and cupped his cock and balls, giving his prick a squeeze.

“Donny!” she said sharply, finding the strength to sit on her heels. “What are you doing, young man?”

He ignored his mother and arched his hips forward, his hand still cupping his cock and balls. “Want some, Mother?” he said boldly, then laughed.

“Donny!” Peggy gasped, but her eyes burning as she watched him squeezing his cock and balls.

Knowing she should be angry with him, she found that impossible. On the contrary, watching him so openly fondle himself excited her more than she would have suspected. There was a lurch in and around her cunt, a lurch quite similar to an impending orgasm. She felt her tits swell, and, without looking down, she knew her nipples were pressing against the faded thin fabric. She had no bra on, and her tits were molded by the tightness. Her son’s gaze moved to them, and she saw him lick his lips hungrily.

Peggy stood up, her legs shaking as her son continued to look at her, his hand still on his cock. One of her thighs was revealed by a long rip in the dress, and she made no attempt to cover it. It was too late, she thought, Donny has already seen almost every thing I have.

Besides, she wore shorts a lot, so there was nothing wrong with her thigh showing. What was wrong about it was the fact that a smooth thigh was more enticing when seen through a ripped skirt than when she wore shorts.

“You’re beautiful, Mother,” she heard him say in a strained voice. “You’re really beautiful.”

She could not answer him, her gaze burning on his hand as he moved it up and down his swollen cock. Her cunt was burning like liquid fire now, and the cheeks of her ass had clenched tightly. She leaned against the kitchen counter, a position that earned her hips to arch forward and her tits to become more taut, her nipples outlined.

“Nice,” her son said as his gaze moved over her straining tits. “You’ve very nice tits, Mother.”

She made some small, strangling sounds. “I... I have some nice dreams about you.” Donny was saying as his gaze moved about her body. “Some really nice dreams. You want to know what kind of dreams, Mother?”

“I... I think you better go,” she said in a thick voice, but not with much conviction. “This talk isn’t right.”

She gasped when she saw him pulling at the zipper of his pants. She lifted one hand as if to ward off a blow. “No, don’t you dare. Donny! Don’t you dare take that thing out of your pants!”

Re ignored her, pulling the zipper all the way down. She watched with hot eyes and bubbling twit as his hand went into his pants. He didn’t take his cock out right away, but teased her by playing inside his pants. Peggy felt her son knew she wanted to see his cock, that he was very much aware of her excitement end steaming cunt. She couldn’t understand how he knew what she was feeling he did, she had no doubt.

Then he pulled his prick from his pants.

Peggy gasped again as she saw her son’s cock.

He released his prick and let his cock wave freely. Donny’s cock was standing firm, very hard. Peggy’s eyes glazed over with flaming desire as she stared at his prick. His cock was long and held promise of becoming quite thick as he grew older. His prick head was quite large, she thought, for his age. The piss hole was flaring and he was dripping clear fuck juices. She could see a pulse beating along the side of his cock as his prick pointed up toward the ceiling.

Donny began to move toward her, and she leaned against the sink as though entranced by his youthful, sweet cock. When Donny was standing in front of her, he lifted one of his hands and placed it upon a firm, spongy tit. Again Peggy gasped.

Her son was almost a head shorter than she was, and she stared down at him, searching his face for something, she didn’t know what. His hand cupped her tit, fingers curling around her tit as he squeezed and felt. Her nipple burned into his palm, and her legs trembled so badly she thought she would fall. With his hand on her tit, her cunt was throbbing hotly and soaking the crotch of her panties. She wanted to remove his hand from her tit, but it felt so good... so damned good to have a hand on her tit after two long years. With her body shaking, she dropped her hands, and the back of one brushed over the dripping head of his cock. She felt the fact juices smear her hand, and her cunt almost convulsed.

“Donny,” she said, not sharply now but in a whisper. “Don’t do this to me... please. I’m weak... I may not be able to stop.”

“Then don’t stop me, Mother,” he replied, bringing his other hand up to squeeze her other tit. With both his hands on her tits, Peggy began to whimper. She was not afraid, and her whimpers were those steaming with intense desire.

Her hand moved of its own volition, and she brushed it about his throbbing cock deliberately this time. She ran her fingers along the hard side, brushed a fingertip ever his smooth cock head and across the dripping piss hole. She moaned, jerking her hand away.

She grabbed his wrists and removed his hands from her tits, then found the strength to walk from the kitchen. She went down the short hall and into her bedroom. But, as she turned to close the door, she found Donny right behind her, his cock still sticking out so sweetly.

She looked down at his prick for a long moment as he stood there, expectation on his face. Lifting her eyes, she stared into his, and, with a deep breath, grabbed hold of her son’s cock with tight fingers.

“All right, Donny,” she said in a thick voice. “There doesn’t seem any way to make you behave. I want this as badly as you do. But I’m warning you, Donny, if you say one word about this to anyone, I’ll blister your ass good, understand?”

He nodded, still grinning lewdly at his mother.

She walked over to the bed. Running her hands under the faded old dress, she stripped her panties off and flung them to the floor. She climbed onto the bed and spread her thighs wide. Donny, with his eyes staring between his mother’s thighs, shoved his pants down quickly, then knelt between her legs, his cock bulging with eagerness.

Peggy took hold of her son’s cock as she lifted her crotch a bit. She placed his swollen prick head upon the lips of her desperate cunt.

“Push, damn you!” she told him.

Donny pushed.

Peggy groaned as his cock entered her cunt. That was all she required to make her start churning her ass. She had her ass twisting and writhing before the full length of her son’s cock was inside her gripping cunt. She flung her arms above her head, her auburn hair flying about as she moaned with passion. She gripped the rungs of the headboard with tight fingers, closing her creamy thighs about her son’s now-pumping hips. He held himself with his hands on each side of her chest, grunting and panting as he fucked his cock in and out of her clinging, slippery cunt.

Peggy’s ass moved with him, bouncing up and down on the bed, meeting his cock with her cunt, hearing the moist slapping of his crotch upon hers. She felt his balls beating a tattoo against her upturned ass. Her eyes were open but were glassy with the intensity of the ecstasy that flowed through her excited body, making her mind reel.

The sensation of having a hard cock fucking into her cunt after such a long time was thrilling.

She lifted her crotch higher as she began to scissor her hot, smooth thighs about her son’s hips. She made soft, mewling sounds as her tongue licked her lips. The throbbing hardness of her son’s cock seemed to fuck very deep into her bubbling cunt, deeper than she would have expected. His prick also stretched the hair-lined lips of her pussy in a delicious manner. She felt her clit scraping against his taut cock shaft with each plunge he made, and there was an explosive orgasm building like liquid fire in the pit of her trembling stomach.

The panting and gasping of her son excited her, telling her his pleasure was as good as her own.

Then Peggy began to squeal in a soft voice as her orgasm rumbled to a head, causing her cunt to flex on her son’s cock, to tighten and relax. It was a motion that she had no control over, a thing her cunt did on its own. The rippling waves of her cunt actually sucked Donny’s cock. Despite the ecstasy that boiled through her, she managed to see her son’s face contort a few inches away from her own. The throbbing of his cock became more pronounced inside, her cunt, the beating of his balls upon her squirming ass became faster. Donny was making sounds as if he were strangling.

“Do it!” she urged in a thick voice, banging her cunt hard against his fucking cock. “Do it, Donny! Don’t hold it back! Let it go! Come, damn you, come!”

With her cunt gripping his cock in contracting waves of her steamy orgasm, sucking on his prick in a powerful, satiny way, Peggy badly wanted her son to come inside her cunt. She did not want him to jerk out, come on her thighs or stomach. She wanted his come juice gushing hotly into her pussy. Donny’s body became tight, then he seemed to shiver.

“Ohhhh!” he groaned.

Peggy felt her son’s cock lurch, then his come juice struck the sensitive walls of her satiny cunt. She felt the throbbing spurts filling, her, and it triggered a second orgasm within, her body. She screamed with ecstasy and churned her ass swiftly against him, grinding powerfully, her head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. She gurgled as if she were clicking, her hips moving against him as his cock spurted creamy come juice into her pussy.

When Donny slumped on top of her, exhausted, Peggy wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly while he recovered. She could feel his cock still inside her cunt, and she felt the involuntary squeeze the hair-lined lips of her pussy gave his prick. She moaned softly with pleasure, then released him.

“Get off me,” she whispered.

Reluctantly, Donny pulled his prick free of his mother’s clasping cunt. He rolled onto his back beside her, arms and legs flung out, his smooth chest rising and falling.

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.

[toxophilitis]

Horny Peeping Sister conclusion

Chapter 10

For what seemed like an eternity, Becky and Tom stood in the darkness, waiting for a sign from their father that they should come into the house. Although he had assured them that everything would be all right, Becky couldn’t help shivering with anticipation. She knew only too well how mean her mother could sometimes be.

“I hope she doesn’t kill him,” Tom whispered, trying to break the tension with a short laugh.

Becky only managed a sick smile. She shifted nervously from one foot to the other, her wet pussy now an annoyance as she tried to wait patiently for whatever was about to happen.

Then, like heaven itself had opened to them, they were startled by a blast of light and looked up to see both of their parents naked, standing in the lighted bedroom window and waving at them, beckoning them into the house.

“Well, here goes nothing,” Tom said with mock braveness, striding off briskly.

Becky was a little more hesitant. She looked back at her parents. She knew they couldn’t see her, but they were smiling out into the blackness anyway. She sure didn’t understand it, but she decided to make the best of it and hope her mother wasn’t luring them all into some kind of a trap.

Slowly, Becky wandered through the house toward her parents’ bedroom.  When she got there, she found Tom taking his clothes off, and her parents reclining casually on the bed.

“Hi, honey,” Julia said, giving Becky a big grin. “I bet you’ve really had your hands full with these two big cocks, huh?”

Incredulous, Becky stared at her mother. Was this the same bitchy person who had griped at her for an hour for not dusting her dresser top?

“Becky was a real trooper,” Jim said happily. “She did everything she could to keep us happy. Going out at night just wouldn’t have been half as fun without her.”

“Don’t forget it was my idea,” Tom said, pulling off his socks.

“And what a great one it is!” Julia exclaimed. “As you know, I’d just about lost interest in sex, and I was doing everything I could to find something to make it more exciting again. I’m a little embarrassed about what you saw tonight, but I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Ahhh, don’t worry, Mom,” Tom said, boldly diving nude up next to his sexy mother. “Now you have us.”

“Yes I do,” she said, stroking his thigh, “and at night we can all go out together. Ohhh, I can’t wait!”

Still in a state of disbelief, Becky stood and watched while her mother, father, and brother all laughed and rolled on top of each other, their hands touching and caressing, their bodies sliding together. Tom took to the idea like he had been born to it, but Becky still couldn’t believe it.

Jim noticed her confusion and slipped away from his lusty wife and son, walking over naked to his daughter. The familiar feel of his hard-on pounded against her as he took her into his arms.

“Don’t be shy, baby,” he said, kissing her ear, “now we don’t have to hide anymore.”

“Yeah, but mom—I just can’t believe she’s acting this way.”

Jim laughed. “When I married her, your mother was just as hot to trot as you or me or anybody. But it’s like she said. Things have just gotten a little boring between us these last couple of years, that’s all. She’s really not so bad if you just give her a chance. Now come on, let me help you get undressed.”

As if she were a child, Jim stripped Becky, pulling her shirt up over her naked tits and kneeling down to bring her jeans down her long, smooth legs. When she was naked, he stood back to admire his handiwork as if he had made her himself.

“Come on,” he said, giving her naked ass a little slap.

He took her hands and together they bounded across the room, landing in the middle of the tangle of naked flesh on the bed. At the sight of her pretty blonde daughter, Julia gave a little squeal.

“Ohhh, honey! You’re perfect! Just let me look at you!”

Julia did her looking with her hands and tongue as well as with her eyes. She caressed Becky’s tits and kissed her face. The girl was slow to respond but Julia did not give up. She drove her tongue in between Becky’s lips and the girl soon had no choice but to kiss her mother back.

“Oh, you are just the most luscious thing,” Julia panted. “I haven’t gotten it on with another woman since I was at a friend’s house down the street a week ago!”

The hand that Tom had been using to stroke his mother’s titties stopped suddenly. “A friend from around here?” he asked.

“Well, she actually lives a few blocks over, but her name is Brenda, and she has the nicest, tastiest pussy you ever saw!”

“We’ve seen it,” Jim laughed. “Brenda’s house was one of our favorite places to spy.”

“Ohhh!” Julia squealed. “What if you’d seen me there? What a shock that would have been for everyone!”

“Maybe it would have gotten us to this point even sooner,” Jim said, looking at his wife tenderly.

“Maybe,” she replied. “But let’s not wonder about it too much. Let’s fuck!”

For many minutes the four of them just touched and probed and tasted each other, getting used to the idea of a family-style orgy. Even Becky lost her fears and probed her mother’s open pussy with her fingers, finding the soft, moist cuntal interior a real turn-on.

Jim slithered his tongue all over Becky’s body and then across her and to his wife. He couldn’t tell and really didn’t care where one woman stopped and the next one started. He was just glad that they were both there, ready and able to share his sexual pleasure with him.

Julia brought her mouth down over the flat belly of her son until her lips reached the hairy base of his young hard-on. She nibbled on his cock-hairs, hearing them crunch between her teeth. Then she zig-zagged her tongue back up the thrusting cock-shaft until she came to the slitted head of his dripping prick.

Gradually the daisy chain began to take shape. Once she had ahold of her son’s prick, Julia could not be forced to let it go so Becky and Jim plugged themselves in around their union. Becky put her aching pussy above her brother’s open mouth, crouching with one knee on either side of his head. And, while Julia mouthed his cock, her ass pointed up in the air, Jim put his cock where it belonged but had so seldom been lately, right between the open lips of his wife’s cunt.

They all sighed with satisfaction, each getting something he or she craved. But Becky was especially relieved to at last have something inside her pussy. The blow-job she had given her dad outside had left her full of unfulfilled fuck-lust.

Tom lapped up and down her cunt-furrow, which was thick with the juices it had spilled earlier. He slurped those up and went after the fresh cunt-cream, fucking his tongue into Becky deeply and helping himself to her delicious nectar.

From time to time Tom moaned into the cavern of his sister’s pussy when his mother made an especially erotic move around the shaft of his prick. Her mouth closed around his thick prick-meat and she slid her lips down, down, down, taking every inch Tom had and leaving him squirming with pleasure. His cock was even harder now than it had been when they’d watched her from the alley, standing in awe as she fucked herself with the cucumber.

Behind Julia’s great cock-sucking was her husband’s equally great cunt-fucking. Jim was on his knees, his cock pointing almost straight out as he fucked right into the hole of his wife’s pussy. Jim gouged his fingers into his wife’s upturned ass and slammed his cock into her hard, forcing her mouth down around the base of Tom’s cock with unexpected force.

The four fuckers all worked at their own pace, their bodies slapping together and then pulling apart in a herky-jerky rhythm. More than once Julia nearly strangled on her son’s cock when her husband fucked her too hard from behind, and a couple of times Becky was afraid her brother might bite her little clit right off when Julia’s mouth brought him just a tiny bit too much ecstasy.

Slowly they got themselves into synch, moving together as one fucking being. Their actions were less erratic, and each of them got more pleasure than ever before.

Becky dropped her cunt down to Tom’s mouth, letting him fuck her gently. Then she dropped her pussy even lower, smashing his face and making him jam her pussy with his tongue just to keep from smothering.  She moaned and rolled her hips, her slippery cunt sliding all around the boy’s fucking, munching face.

Tom loved the taste of his sister’s cunt and it seemed to him that the more of her juices he took down, the harder his cock became in his mother’s mouth. As they had watched Bobby try to do the other night, Tom worked hard to move his tongue in and out between his sister’s lips while he fucked his mother’s face at the same time. Sweat covered his thin body and his dark head rolled and jerked on the pillow beneath it, his mouth desperately struggling to bring his sister off.

From his vantage point behind his wife’s upturned ass, Jim could see everything the others were doing. He looked around Julia to see how her mouth sucked up their son’s prick. Then his eyes traveled up the boy’s squriming body and saw how Tom’s head disappeared between Becky’s thighs. Jim leaned forward and reached out, grasping a lock of Becky’s hair between his fingers and giving it a playful jerk.

“You okay, hon?” he panted, slamming his cock into Julia’s cunt.

Becky rolled her eyes and licked her lips, almost unable to reply because of the wonderful job Tom was doing on her clit. “Um-hummm,” she managed to sigh, her lusty expression telling Jim everything.

Becky tipped her body forward, letting her brother take hold of her clit and give it a long squeeze. As soon as he touched her ultra-sensitive clit she jolted, her body alive with the ecstasy his lips and tongue brought to her. She bounced her clitty against his front teeth as he shoved his tongue back up into her cunt-gash and the girl whimpered and sputtered, both her hands in between her legs, her fingers digging into her inner thighs.

The sight of his family enjoying themselves so much only added to the wonderful sensations Jim felt as he plowed his wife’s cunt. Fucking Becky was nice, but fucking a real, full grown woman was a very different kind of nice. Julia’s pussy felt very good to him after all the time he had gone without it. She quaked her insides around his prick, jerking him off with her cuntal walls.

Julia’s skilled fingers gripped her son’s shoulders as she braced herself for her husband’s brutal fuck-thrusts. Her mouth was totally filled with her son’s cock-meat and Julia caved in her cheeks, drawing inward on his cock extra hard, urging Tom to fill her mouth with his cream just as soon as possible.

Julia couldn’t get over how stupid she’d been in her quest for sexual excitement. She’d done just about everything she could think of and nothing had brought her the kind of sexual satisfaction she was getting right now in her own bed with her own family.

Overcome with emotion, she pulled her mouth off of Tom’s cock, and held the slimy piece in her fingers. Then she looked back over her shoulder at her husband, tears brimming in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been so hard on you guys lately,” she sobbed. “I’ve been a real tyrant, I know. But from now on things will be different, I promise. You’ve helped me so much tonight, all of you, and it’s the least I can do to say thank you.”

Jim leaned forward and kissed his wife’s wet mouth. His kiss was tender, with his cock still stirring around in her pussy while he delivered it.

“Don’t mention it,” he said. “Now let’s see you suck this kid’s cock right off!”

They shared a grin and then Julia turned back around and went to work on Tom’s cock with a lusty vengeance. She locked her teeth around the helmeted head of his prick and dug them in slightly, her tongue flapping around the dripping knob of his prick.

Tom screamed into Becky’s pussy, visions of his mother biting off the tip of that cucumber fresh in his mind. The vibrations of his urgent cries stimulated Becky wonderfully and the girl shuddered on her perch, teetering on the edge of orgasm.

A few more well-placed tongue-thrusts were all it took to shove Becky over the edge. She let out a powerful yowl and her body spasmed so violently on top of Tom’s face that the boy reached back and took hold of her thighs, hoping to keep her from falling over on top of him.

As if they were the finest wine, Tom drank down her juices as she came.  They made his head spin and, when his sister finally did gently slide away from him, Tom gulped in some air then and set about really fucking his mother’s mouth.

Julia mumbled and took his renewed fucking with joy. His cock rammed far into her, and she sucked in in just that much deeper. It seemed that she could take anything the boy could dish out and the two of them again tested their abilities.

Her tongue went round and round his cock, stirring up the cream in his balls. The soft, slick insides of her cheeks caressed his prick as it slid back and forth between them, and Julia moaned and whined around his prick as Tom let out an occasional grunt of pain or satisfaction, his mouth freed at last.

Basking in the glow of her recent orgasm, Becky moved down on the bed until her pretty face was right near where her father’s cock plowed into her mother’s pussy. She’d never seen a prick fucking a pussy from so close up before, and the sight fascinated her. So did the view of her mother’s asshole, which flexed and winked just above Jim’s fucking prick.

“Mom! Mom!” Tom crowed, his hips bucking up violently. “Ahhh! Here it commmes!”

Bit by bit her cheeks puffed out with her son’s load. Instead of swallowing it, she just collected it all in her mouth, each creamy blast hitting against the back of her throat and flowing into the collecting pool in her mouth.

Tom continued to fuck his shooting prick into her soupy mouth. His cock was soon surrounded by his own spunk and the boy felt like he was fucking a bowl of melted ice cream. Then, when his cock had given all it had to give, his eyes flashed to his mother’s face and he saw her swallow his mighty load, gulping it down noisily and messily, tiny streams of white liquid escaping her lips and dribbling down her chin, dripping back into Tom’s cock-bush.

“Jesus!” the boy sighed. “That was damn good!”

Julia gave a sick laugh and lapped at the mess she had made at her boy’s crotch. Then she jolted up, her arms stiff and straight in front of her, holding her upper body aloft as Jim reminded her that he was not quite finished by prodding her pussy with his ever-rigid cock-shaft.

Using her body like a battering ram, Julia slammed herself forward and backward, taking and releasing Jim’s cock. The man answered her lusty motions with his own fuck-thrusts. Their fuck-parts slapped together and then parted with a sticky snick as they bucked and writhed and fucked themselves like crazy before the glowing eyes of their children.

Julia’s pussy worked it’s own special magic around her husband’s cock-shaft, reminding the man of what he had been missing so much lately.  Jim’s mind whirled with happiness and he thrust his cock into his wife one last time before letting loose with a huge load of cream.

“Ahhh!” Jim cried, feeling his cock release.

“Ohhh!” Julia exclaimed, her pussy exploding around the blast of jizz that filled her.

Husband and wife rolled and bucked, their fuck-parts stuck together in mutual satisfaction. And, not far away their children watched, each of them learning from what their parents were doing.

When Jim and Julia rolled apart at last, they each took a child in their arms and the whole family snuggled together.

“So when do we go looking in windows?” Julia asked.

“Any time you want, baby,” Jim answered.

“Right now?” she asked.

But the rest of her family shouted her down, rolling on top of her and covering her with their love.

“Oh well,” she sighed, “maybe later...”

The End

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Chapter 9

When his children told him about what he had missed, Jim forgot his fears about going out spying. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became to hit the streets again as soon as possible.

The next evening, when his wife said she felt a little ill and went up to bed very early, Jim couldn’t have been happier. He was so eager to look in on some hot fucking action that he was willing to take a chance on going out with Becky and Tom while their mother was in the house.

“Get your coats kids, let’s go, go, go!” he exclaimed, interrupting their television program and switching off the set.

“Come on, Dad,” Tom said. “We can’t go with mom here.”

“Your mother has gone to bed with a headache.”

“Yeah, but what if she gets up?” Becky asked.

“I just looked in on her, and she’s asleep already. What’s the matter with you guys?” Jim leered. “Don’t you wanna fuck?”

Becky and Tom both laughed at their father’s new-found sexuality. And, instead of answering his question with words, they just went upstairs to change their clothes.

“I can’t believe she’s not home either,” Becky sighed as they turned away from Brenda’s darkened window. “She was our last hope!” The disappointed blonde looked into the equally long faces of her father and brother. They’d combed the neighborhood and had not found anything interesting to look at. Even the ultra-sexy Brenda had disappointed them.

“I guess it wasn’t meant to be,” Jim said, draping an arm around the shoulder of each of his children. “We might as well just go home and try another night.”

“Shit, and I was gettin’ really hot for it, too,” Tom grumbled, kicking a stone. They took their time walking home, their eyes still scanning the windows along the back alley. Many of them were lit and some even had open drapes. But there was no fucking happening in any of them.  They were just a few houses away from their own backyard when they suddenly saw the light in Jim and Julia’s bedroom go on. Instinctively they all hurried up, then slowed again when they realized it was just their own house.

“Your mother must be up,” Jim said.

“Oh god, what’ll we tell her?” Becky exclaimed worriedly.

Jim just laughed and rumpled her hair. “I’ll just say we went out for ice cream or something. Don’t worry.” As they passed by Julia’s lighted window on the way around to the front door, they just couldn’t help but look in. And when they did, the sight stopped them dead in their tracks, the three of them letting out a collective gasp of surprise. In her present state, Julia looked anything but ill. In fact, Becky and Tom had never seen her look lovelier and Jim instantly felt his cock pound with a longing for his wife he hadn’t felt in years.

Julia was leaning back against the padded headboard of their big bed.  She was naked and her legs were spread, her knees bent and pointed outward. Her small body looked rather frail in the soft light, her short blonde hair making her look like a child. The cross expression that had seemed permanent on her face lately was gone, and in its place was a look of rapture. Her hands were between her parted legs and all three observers assumed she was fingering her pussy. But then she drew her hands back away from her cunt and they could see something large between them.

“She’s fucking herself with something!” Becky gasped. “Oh my god, it’s a cucumber!”

Jim and Tom stared. Becky was right, Julia did seem to be pounding a large, green cucumber in and out between the lips of her cunt, her face rolling with lust. Jim and Tom and Becky each looked at each other blankly. Jim couldn’t understand it. His wife almost never wanted to fuck him, and here she was fucking herself with a pseudo cock. What was her problem? he wondered. Although Tom and Becky didn’t know the details about their parents’ sex life, they had assumed that it wasn’t the greatest. Still, they couldn’t help feeling sorry for their father.  His expression belied a dozen mixed emotions.

“Don’t be upset, Dad,” Becky whispered, nuzzling up to her father and cupping his tented crotch.

“Yeah, Dad,” Tom piped up. “Who needs her? You’ve always got us.”

Jim cupped his daughter’s groping hand and gave his son a short hug. He just didn’t understand Julia and he watched her for many minutes, his confusion growing rather than lessening. Tom and Becky stood quietly while their father stared at their mother. Becky kept her hand at his crotch, her fingers working over his lengthening prick. She was glad that she could make his cock hard even when he was so upset. What the girl didn’t realize was that his hard-on was as much for his wife as for Becky’s tender ministrations. Her young pussy bubbling as usual, Becky then dropped to her knees in front of her startled father and drew his zipper down.

Jim didn’t react and Becky helped herself to his prick, lifting it out of his pants. As she took her father’s cock in her mouth, she looked up his body toward his face. His eyes were sad, but his mouth was turned up into a sort of smirk. When she ran her tongue around the tip of his cock-head, she was delighted when he sighed and began to thrust his hips slightly, his attention still focused on Julia inside the house.  Tom watched his mother, too. She was usually so hateful that the boy had never given her body much thought. But now, Tom had to admire his father’s taste in women. His mom was petite but really built, with big tits and a figure that was usually hidden under loose, bulky clothes.  Her legs were short but nice and the hair between them was as blonde as the hair on her head. While they watched her, Julia rotated her ass around, pulling it up off the bed slightly. Sometimes she fucked her body at the thick, green vegetable and other times she used it to fuck herself. She rolled her head back against the pillows piled behind her back, the ecstasy she felt very obvious on her flushed face. Then she used one hand to fuck herself, moving the cucumber deftly. Her other hand remained at her crotch, rotating quickly, obviously stimulating her clit.

Tom felt his cock harden in his pants and he looked over to see how Becky was coming with the cock-sucking of their father, hoping it would be his turn very soon. Becky had her back to the window as she bobbed her face up and back on Jim’s prick. She took and released his cock-meat quickly, her hands toying with his balls. From time to time when she held only the tip of his prick between her tender lips, she turned herself enough to see that her mother was still fucking herself as lewdly as ever with the fake prick. The scene made her pussy juice and she wondered why she’d never thought of doing something like that herself when she was alone and horny. Becky jumped a little when her father suddenly reached down and caressed the top of her head. Aside from moving his hips a bit, he had been very unresponsive to her head-job. She sucked his prick a little harder now and Jim began to pant, his eyes still on his wife rather than on the girl kneeling in front of him.

Faster and faster the cucumber flew in and out of Julia’s pussy. The two men in her life watched as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. Tom felt hotter than he ever had before. Watching his own mother get herself off was something he had never even imagined doing, but now that it was happening he was thrilled by it. He even began to wonder what it would be like to take that stupid cucumber out of her hands and give her his cock to fuck instead. As Tom watched with greedy eyes, Julia threw her head back violently and jammed the green prick completely into her pussy. The vegetable disappeared totally and the woman spasmed hard, her head tossing and her mouth open to emit a silent scream.

“Oh yeah!” Jim gasped, slamming his cock hard into Becky’s throat and pretended his wife’s orgasming pussy rippled around the deeply embedded shaft of his prick. Becky strained to turn around enough to see what was happening with her mother, but she only got a quick glimpse before her father’s hands closed around the sides of her face and forced her to take his cock into her throat again. She moaned around it, forced to take the violent fucking blows meant for her mother’s pussy.

Out of respect for his father, Tom had tried to control himself. During his mother’s exhibition, he had contented himself with just rubbing his fingers over the tip of his packed fly. But now, when Julia jerked the cucumber from her pussy and then flopped over onto her stomach and held the creamy prick up to her lips, Tom couldn’t stand it anymore. He quietly opened his jeans and took out his hard-on, sighing as he began to jack on it while he watched his mother’s latest horny antics. Like a dog with a bone between her paws, Julia sucked and licked on the tasty vegetable, slurping up her own pussy-juices. Jim involuntarily licked his lips. Not too far back in his memory he could recall the delicious flavor of his wife’s cunt-juices and he envied her such a tasty morsel.  With renewed vigor he slammed into Becky’s mouth.

Becky had to work hard now to keep up with her father’s fuck-lust. His fuck-strokes were erratic and his cock was dripping so much the girl had to swallow constantly just so she didn’t drown in his creamy flow.  Her tongue grew tired from running up and down and around and around his prick-shaft, but Becky kept on, wanting to be the best she could for her sexy dad. If Jim appreciated what she was doing for him, he didn’t let her know. He huffed and puffed, jerking his cock from her fine oral grip and then fucking it back between her lips. But he never looked down at her or called her by name. As Julia worked over the cucumber with her ovaled lips, Jim felt more than ever like the lips that were around his prick belonged to his wife. While Becky played with his balls, he took hold of his own prick-shaft, jacking on it and moving the loose outer skin up and down it much as Julia was caressing the slimy cucumber.

While he worked over his own cock, Becky took a moment to crane her eyes around her father’s hard-on and look in on her mother. Her eyes went wide with shock as she saw the way her mother’s tongue reached out to clean her own pussy-juices off the slick surface of the vegetable she had used to fuck herself. Becky was reminded of the way Bobby’s mother had eaten his cream from Brenda’s cunt and again she felt that funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. What would it be like to taste cunt-juice? she wondered. Again her dad took hold of her face and jerked her back around, forcing her to think of nothing but sucking his cock. She zig-zagged her tongue tip up along that sensitive path on the underside of his prick and heard him grunt.

“Take it, honey,” he ranted. “Take, take it, take it!” Becky was again forced to absorb his frustrated jabs. The head of his cock poked against one cheek and then the other, stretching her pretty face out of shape and venturing dangerously close to her sharp teeth. His father’s words drew Tom’s attention and for the first time in many minutes his eyes left the brightly lit picture of his obscenely displayed mother and hit upon his equally ready father.

Tom saw the way his old man was battering Becky’s face, making her head snap from side to side, her hair slashing across her face. With a lusty grumble Tom gripped his own cock more tightly, fighting back the feelings of jealousy. He would have loved to have had his sister’s warm, soft mouth wrapped around his rigid, aching cock. But since he was alone, he, like his dad, imagined it was his prick Julia was lavishing such tenderness on. Julia’s pointed tongue stuck out as far as she could force it and then she ran it up and down the sides of the vegetable very slowly. She lapped at it like she was eating an ice cream cone and then she ovaled her lips and took several inches of the great shaft into her mouth.

“Yeah, suck me, baby,” Jim panted, his hips pistoning back and forth.  “Take it all in and suck me good. You want my cream? I’ll give it to ya, just suck me, yeahhh!”

Becky’s breath snorted out of her nose against the top of her father’s cock. Because she had been sucking him so long and so furiously, her nose began to run and she sniffled, drawing the thin snot back up into her nasal passages. But it didn’t help much and before long she could feel it running down again, gathering at the edge of her nostrils and then running down toward her top lip, which was stretched taut around her father’s fucking prick. Julia sucked her cheeks in around the rigid vegetable, putting a very sexy suction on it.

Both men moaned, each imagining what it would feel like to have such a thing done to him. She forced it in and out between her lips and Tom knew he had never viewed a more unnaturally erotic sight than that long green thing emerging from his mother’s pretty face. Julia made love to that cucumber better than she had to her husband in quite some time and it made Jim’s blood boil to watch. When she sucked in all the thick, round inches of that fake cock, he rolled his eyes, Becky’s mouth becoming his wife’s.

Again Becky peeked around, watching her mother with awe. The woman took in almost the whole cucumber and then pulled it back out. Julia held it up in front of her face, inspecting it closely, and then brought it back to her lips. Then, suddenly and to the horror of those watching her, she quickly bit off the tip of her pretend cock and chewed it up greedily.

“Ah, shit!” Tom grunted, his fantasy abruptly broken off, but his orgasm just as abruptly triggered. Becky heard the first spurt of her brother’s cream and then was startled when the first of her father’s jism followed Tom’s by only a few seconds. She gulped madly, taking the man’s super load and listening to her brother’s cock-cream pissing down onto the asphalt beside her. How she wished she could look at her mother right then, but with her father’s shooting prick crammed down her throat it was impossible for her to turn her head far enough side of the bed.

The man couldn’t help but wonder what other things his own pillow had witnessed while he was away. “I’ve gotta go in there,” he said, speaking as much to himself as to his children.

“What about us, Dad?” Becky asked, getting to her feet, her knees straightening out painfully.

“Fuck, I never knew mom was so hot!” Tom panted, putting his spent cock away. Jim ignored his son’s comment and addressed his daughter. “I think we need to have a family conference. Since I now know that it wasn’t your mother’s head that was bothering her tonight, I think this might be a good time for us all to talk.”

“Should we come with you then?” Becky asked sincerely.

Jim thought for a minute. “No,” he said, “you wait here and when I call you, come running. Your mother won’t say no to me tonight, not after what we just saw. Now give me a kiss for luck.”

Becky got up on her tip-toes and pecked her father on the cheek.

“Thanks hon,” he said, giving her ass a squeeze. “And thanks for the blow-job.” With that he left his children standing in the alley and started in toward the house. Just as he disappeared around the corner, Tom and Becky saw their mother reach over for the bedside lamp and then the bedroom went dark.

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Chapter 8

While almost getting caught seemed to deter Jim from wanting to go out spying, it didn’t bother Becky in the least. At the very next opportunity, she begged her dad to go out with her again, but Jim refused. Fortunately for Becky, there was more than one willing cock available to her. “I’ll go!” Tom volunteered. “I mean, I know I’m not dad or anything, but don’t forget it was me who got you into this in the first place.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget, and I know I’ll never be able to thank you enough,” Becky said, giving her brother a kiss on the cheek. “But come on, mom won’t be gone forever and I want to be here when she gets back.” With a touch of remorse and more than a bit of apprehension, Jim watched his kids rush outside, both clad in their special dark clothing. He knew that he should stop them, that what they were doing was dangerous, but he also knew that spying was the most exciting thing in the world, especially when it was shared with family. Tom knew all about his sister and father nearly getting caught, and he was anxious to get a look at Diane so they headed right to her house. But when they got there, the lights in the living room were on, and the bedroom with the sliding glass door was dark.

They waited for a few minutes, hoping Diane might show up. But both Tom and Becky knew that their time was precious so when nothing happened, they took off again, this time hurrying toward the sexy older blonde with the orgy room.

Through the weeks of their spying, they had discovered that the blonde was always good for a show. It seemed she was always fucking and seldom with the same men. At home they made jokes about her, wondering how she made her living when it seemed she was always fucking. From down the alley they could see that, as usual, her light was blazing. They took up their usual spots in the vacant lot across the alley from her bedroom, and settled down for some good hot looking.

Tonight the blonde was entertaining a young boy. He looked a little familiar to Becky, and she wondered if he was in one of her classes at school. If he was, she knew she’d never paid much attention to him. He was nothing special to look at but when her eyes swept down from that semi-familiar face to his cock, she gasped. The nerd had a mega-cock!  The boy was on his back, naked on the bed. The buxom blonde wore a black garter belt and black stockings as she knelt on the bed beside him, her hand running up and down the incredible shaft of his cock.

“Now you just relax, Bobby,” the woman said. “You’re going to love this, trust me. Have I ever done anything to you that you didn’t like?”

“No-nooo,” the boy croaked, his voice breaking with his nervousness.  Across the alley Tom and Becky stared. Then they noticed that not only the curtains but also the window itself was open, bringing the blonde’s lusty words to them. “Great, now we can hear ‘em, too!” Tom whispered.  He spoke quietly, aware that if he and Becky could hear them, they could her him and Becky if they weren’t careful. Getting caught sounded exciting when it happened to someone else, but Tom wasn’t too keen on putting himself in that kind of danger. “Remember to be quiet,” he reminded his sister.

“I know,” Becky said indignantly. “I’ll be more careful this time, don’t worry.”

The moans of the prone boy reached their ears and made the teenagers twist with their own young lust. Then the blonde leaned forward, her tits hanging down, and closed her painted red lips around the head of Bobby’s prick. His cries changed when she engulfed his prick-tip.  Easily the woman took all of his long cock and then pulled back and then took it again, moving with a slow, fluid rhythm. She ate and released the many inches of his cock as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

Becky watched intently and swallowed. Neither her brother nor her father had a cock the size of this kid’s, and she had yet to master their pricks. She couldn’t imagine taking something like this. The boy jerked and shuddered, his cock suddenly exploding in the woman’s mouth.  His body was taut with release, the cords in his neck standing out as he tossed his head back and writhed in pleasure.

Becky and Tom could see the blonde’s throat working as she gulped down his thick load. While she ate his cream, she kneaded his balls, making sure she got everything. Then, even after the boy quit moving and she quit swallowing, she kept his cock in her mouth, sucking it as eagerly as ever. “S-s-sorry I came so fast,” the boy said shakily, trying to get up. But the blonde threw one leg across him and kept him pinned to the bed. Her mouth was still tight around his cock, and she looked up at him with eyes that told him to stay put. “But I came already,” he whined. “You can stop now, I...”

A dark-haired woman stood. She was naked except for a pair of high-heeled pumps which she kicked off after walking over toward the bed.  “Mom!” the boy cried, struggling more vigorously against the blonde who continued to suck his prick. “What are you doing here?”

“I got tired of paying Brenda to fuck you and that big horny cock of yours all the time so I thought I’d drop by for a little fun myself.” Becky and Tom looked at each other in shock. This was better than anything they had ever hoped for!

“Can you imagine our mom saying that?” Tom snickered.

“Not in a million years,” Becky replied. “I don’t know how dad stands it.”

Bobby’s mom crawled up onto the bed with him and brought her head near to his. Her face hovered above him and she smoothed back his hair as she looked down at him tenderly. “It hasn’t been easy since your father left,” she said to her son. “And watching you grow up and get big, well, pardon me if I forget I am your mother.”

“Jesus!” Tom gasped as he watched the woman plaster her mouth to her son’s and give him a kiss the likes of which neither boy had ever seen before. The woman bore down on her son, her mouth covering his completely. She twisted her lips this way and that, as if she wanted to screw herself right to her child by the mouth. Her long, painted nails held him by the ears, making it impossible for him to get away. While the one woman plastered her mouth to his, the other kept up her vicious cock-sucking. As they worked him over, his struggles became less urgent and soon his motions were more the soft, subtle ones of pleasure rather than the violent ones of escape. “This is too much,” Tom said, freeing his cock from the prison of his jeans. “Two women at once—what more could a guy want?” Becky reached for her brother’s prick, but he was too caught up in watching Bobby and the women to notice. He just turned back to face the window, his face set in a lewd smirk, leaving Becky with an extended, but empty, hand. She withdrew her hand, unzipping her own jeans and touching the wet, silky crotch of her panties. If Tom was going to be satisfied with his own hand, then she could be too. She rubbed her bumpy cunt-mound gently, excitement coursing through her veins. Like they were watching television or a movie, Becky and her brother stared fixedly at the women and the boy in the room. At last Bobby’s mother turned him loose and the boy panted for air, his thin chest heaving with the effort of breathing. His mother smiled down at him and again caressed the side of his face. Then, quickly, she whirled herself around so that she was straddling his head, her pussy just a few inches from his startled face.

“Brenda tells me you’re a very good cuntlapper,” she said, bobbing her cunt up an down so that her dark bush brushed against his lips. “Well let’s see if these lessons I’ve been paying for have taught you anything!”

Bobby let out a yelp and then his mother plunged her pussy down on top of his face, covering his mouth completely with the dripping meat of her cunt. She rolled her head back and gyrated her hips, grinding her cunt tight against his young face. By then the juices of Becky’s cunt had saturated her thin panties and they offered no more of the delightful stimulation she had previously enjoyed. She jerked the crotch to one side and let her fingertips go after her bare cunt-flesh.  With the tips of all her fingers flattened together, Becky rubbed her cunt, smearing around the juices that ran from her inner reservoir. She was on her knees now, as was her brother, and they both swayed drunkenly as they played with themselves.

Tom had flipped his balls out over the open zipper of his pants and he cupped them in one hand while he jacked his cock with the other. He sometimes held them up tight around the base of his prick, squeezing them just right. Other times he massaged them between his fingers, working them back and forth.

Becky’s fingers ran down and over the curve of her pussy, their tips automatically falling into the open gash of her cunt. She took three fingers inside of her and bobbed her cunt up and down on them, her semi-naked ass working out and in to make her pussy fuck at her fingers.

“Oh, yes, darling, do me just like that,” Bobby’s mother sighed from atop his face. The boy had given in to his seductress, and he must have been fucking her pussy with his tongue very well for her sighs of satisfaction rang out in the night.

Becky and Tom each fingered themselves a little faster as they watched the mother getting off on her son’s mouth and tongue. At the other end of the boy, nearly forgotten by the onlookers, Brenda at last pulled her face from the boy’s prick and gave her tired jaws a rest. Then she moved herself around and, much to the boy’s surprise, climbed aboard his up-thrusting prick. “Yes, Brenda, yesss! Let’s fuck him together!  Let’s fuck him and fuck him and fuck him! Ahhh!”

Bobby’s body tried to buck the woman on his cock up while he ate the other one out, but it was too difficult. He flopped around beneath them like a fish out of water and at last Brenda spoke, her voice like satin. “Don’t worry honey, just relax and do your mommy, I’ll do all the work back here.” She began to buck herself slowly, moving in waves of sexual delight. She now faced the woman sitting on Bobby’s face and soon she reached out for her and the two women embraced, the boy laboring beneath them.

“I don’t fuckin’ believe it!” Tom grunted, his cock sticking straight out in front of him. “He’s fuckin’ both of them! Fuck! Where do I sign up?”

Becky giggled at her brother’s eagerness, but she had to admit that the scene turned her on like crazy too. And when the two women started to kiss and feel each other up, Becky felt her cunt lurch. She’d never seen two women get it on before, and she found the sight strangely erotic. The girl watched intently as the women ran their fingers up and down the front of each other’s body. Bobby’s mother was obviously older than Brenda, and nowhere near as beautiful, but she still looked good to Becky.

Together they cupped and smashed each other’s tits, their hips still moving with fucking motions over Bobby. What no one but Bobby was aware of was the way Brenda was working over his cock with the skilled muscles of her cunt. His prick was already threatening to erupt from the controlled way she fucked him on the inside as well as on the outside of her luscious body.

Bobby reached down blindly and caressed her stockinged legs, loving the way the taut fabric hugged her thighs. His fingers also touched his mother’s legs and he was shocked that her body would be so close to Brenda’s. What was going on up there? he wondered.

Becky and Tom knew what the two women were up to, and it was a sexy sight indeed. They each leaned forward and rubbed their sweaty tits together, the fronts of their bodies slithering against one another erotically.

For a moment Tom had to stop jacking on his cock. The two women were making him come too fast so he held off for a while, letting his rising come calm back down. But Bobby was not as able to control his own destiny. Almost as quickly as he had come before, his cream again jetted from the open tip of his prick, this time filling Brenda’s pussy instead of her mouth.

“Oh yeah, give it to me, come on, give it to me,” she said sexily, her words helping to drain his balls.

“Shit!” Tom grunted, grasping his bobbing cock again with both hands.

“I gotta come too!” Becky was in the same state, but she was just not as vocal about it. She manhandled her clitty and jammed three fingers up into her pussy over and over again as she watched this mini-orgy.  Cream poured from her pussy-hole and made her finger-fucking wet and juicy.

It was as if the orgasm Bobby had enjoyed spread right through him into the body of his mother. For just as Brenda made the boy cream and then fell off his withering prick, the mother began to cry and then gave a shudder as if her body might break apart. She thrust her coming cunt down against her son’s face more violently than ever as her orgasm tore through her. She shimmied and gasped, her body pitching forward and then tossing backward. At last she too fell from the exhausted boy and landed tangled together with Brenda. The sultry blonde moaned and gently moved around until Bobby’s mother’s face was very near to Brenda’s cream-filled cunt.

“Oh no, she wouldn’t!” Tom exclaimed. “Oh God!”

But in an instant it became clear to the young voyeurs that she certainly would. As if she were starving, she pounced on Brenda’s pussy, vacuuming out her son’s jism. “Oh! Ohhh!” Becky moaned, her cunt trembling as she watched the woman-to-woman sex. Becky had never imagined something like this would turn her on so powerfully. But her cunt pulled itself tight around her fucking fingers and then exploded, pulsing around her fucking hand as she continued to pound herself with it.

“You’re not kiddin’!” her brother grunted in agreement, his cock hosing down the bushes around them. From the corner of her eye Becky could see the white stream of her brother’s ejaculation. For an instant she was torn, not knowing which was the more erotic sight, one woman eating the other or her own brother coming off. Then she made her choice and turned her full attention to Tom. On the bed in the house, Bobby rolled onto one side and watched the two women go at each other.

For many minutes, the three teenagers looked on in awe as the adults writhed in extreme lust. Bobby reached out to touch his mother, fingering her cunt as she sucked his cream from the bowl of Brenda’s pussy. Outside in the darkness, Becky and Tom tingled with the many more orgasms they knew they could have.

But then Tom took a look at his watch and shook his sister gently by the shoulder, bringing her out of her trance. “Hey!” he whispered. “I think we better go. It’s about time for mom to get home. If we wanna be there first, we’re gonna have to get a move on.”

Her eyes still on the window, Becky nodded. Still staring at the incredible sight of the continuing orgy, she shimmied back into her jeans and ran her fingers through her hair. Tom got to his feet first and offered his sister a sweaty hand. With a smile she let him help pull her to her feet and the two of them ran back down the alley, racing to see who could get home first.

[toxophilitis]

Horny Peeping Sister cont

Chapter 7

The next week after her piano lesson, Becky was walking home down a dark alley, whistling her favorite piece, when suddenly a man stepped out of the shadows and grabbed her by the arm. She started to struggle and cry out when his voice fought its way through her terror and instantly calmed her.

“Easy Becky, it’s me, shhh!”

“Daddy!” she gasped, her heart at her throat. “God, you scared me to death!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, ahhh, I guess I didn’t think.” Becky now could see that her father had on the black outfit he now wore whenever they went out spying on people. He’d taken to voyeurism very quickly and Becky was glad for that. She’d gotten some very good fucks out of her old man while watching other men and women getting it on. “What are you doing here?” Becky whispered. “I thought maybe we could go out for awhile,” Jim replied. “But what about mom? She’s home!”

“I told her I was going to pick you up from your lesson and take you to the library. She doesn’t suspect a thing, I’m sure. Come on, Beck,” he whined, “let’s go find a good one and have a little fun.” Becky wanted to say no to punish her father for having frightened her so badly but she just couldn’t. It had been a couple of days since she had been fucked and a couple more than that since she’d been out peeking so she was hot for it. Her stern expression finally broke and she took her waiting father by the hand. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s see what we can find.” As quietly as ever, they slipped up and down the blocks and sometimes even between the houses. Things seemed unusually quiet and they were about to give up when a lighted window up ahead of them drew them like moths to a flame. “That’s Mike’s house,” Jim said, naming one of his co-workers. “Oh, I can’t wait to see him fucking Diane! I swear, if they weren’t married, I might go for that little piece myself!”

“Shhh,” Becky cautioned, worried her father’s excitement might give them away. They quickly moved toward the window, Jim hot to get a look at his friend and his wife fucking their brains out. But when they arrived near the bright window, Jim got quite a shock. Diane was there all right, but the man humping betweeen her golden thighs was no one he had ever seen before! “She’s cheatin’ on him!” Jim gasped. “I don’t believe it!” It didn’t matter to Becky that the couple on the old-fashioned four-poster bed was not man and wife. All she cared about was the fucking being hot to watch. Carefully she opened the gate to their backyard and led her babbling father closer to the fucking action than they had ever ventured before. “Quiet Dad, they might hear you,” she whispered, crouching down beside a potted plant. “And get down!” The bedroom had a sliding glass door that led out onto the patio that Becky and her father were crouching on. The drapes were open completely and Becky could see all of the plushly furnished bedroom and the wanton fucking taking place there. With a lusty sigh she settled down to enjoy the show. The woman in the house, Diane, was a tall honey-blonde, her hair falling nearly to her waist. Right now she was on her back with her feet spread and pointed toward the open window while a dark-haired man humped mightily between her legs. Becky watched his ass bob up and down and creamed. Jim stared at the fucking couple like he had never seen people fucking before. Diane had always been one of his fantasy girls, but he had always imagined her to be beyond reproach and totally unobtainable. She and Mike seemed devoted to one another and now, as he realized how wrong he’d been, his cock ached for what he might have had. Becky was stretched out on her stomach on the grass in front of the window and Jim joined her.

He pulled her into his arms and held her tight against him, his cock against her ass, as they undulated together and watched the man pounding between the blonde’s bent legs. Becky bounced her ass back against her father’s cock. She could already feel that it was very hard and so she mashed herself against it, teasing him. Jim reached around his little girl and felt her titties. She had on a light jacket and he unzipped it slowly, hoping that the people inside wouldn’t hear it. But he needn’t have worried. They were fucking so hard they wouldn’t have heard anything short of a nuclear explosion. Then, opening the middle few buttons of her blouse, Jim at last reached the bare skin of his daughter’s tits. “Where’s your bra?” he whispered. “Who needs it? It just gets in the way.” Jim laughed at her bluntness and cupped her little titties. The nipples were very pointed, partly from what she was watching and partly from being exposed to the cool night air. Jim took them between his thumbs and forefingers and gave them each a little pinch. As always, her tits were very sensitive, and Becky wiggled back against her dad with more vigor than before. The shaft of his hard-on ran right along the crack of her ass and Becky danced against it.  Inside the house, Diane lifted her upper body, holding herself up on her bent elbows. The man continued to hump between her bent knees and she took hold of his face and pulled it to hers, kissing him hungrily.  For the first time Becky got a good look at the woman’s face and saw that she was very beautiful. Her hair framed her perfect features and her large, luminous eyes made her look rather exotic. Becky could understand her father’s lust for Diane. Just looking at her even made Becky feel a little funny and she moaned. Jim’s fingers moved down, opening her clothes the rest of the way. Then he shoved her sticky panties away from the flowing gash of her pussy and buried both of his hands there. He shoved one finger from each hand into the hole of her cunt and fucked them in and out like pistons, one always inside her.  Becky couldn’t stay still while her father finger-fucked her this way.  She humped and rolled her hips, increasing the friction his fingers gave her cunt. The night air tickled the hairs of her pussy and she shivered when her warm cream rolled out and met the cool breeze, chilling the hot meat of her cunt. Jim grunted against the side of her neck. As he filled and refilled his daughter’s pussy, his eyes never left his friend’s wife and the man fucking her so mightily. Diane had broken off their steamy kiss and her head had lolled back, her face contorted with fuck-lust and partially covered with her long, silky hair. How Jim wished he could wrap some of that hair around the throbbing shaft of his prick and jack himself off with it! At that thought, he nuzzled his face into Becky’s hair deeper than before. He filled himself with the scent of her and it turned him on like crazy.  If he couldn’t have Diane, he could have his own daughter and Jim knew that fucking his own flesh and blood was a thousand times more thrilling than fucking anyone else.

Wet, sticky sounds came from between his little girl’s legs as his fingers continued to trench out her juicy cunt. The scent of her pussy surrounded them like a cloud and Jim inhaled deeply, getting high on the luscious aroma of teenaged pussy. His head swam with it. The smell of her cunt made his mouth water and Jim knew that he had to taste, as well as touch, her juicy young cunt. He gave her pussy a couple more spine-tingling jabs and then pulled his fingers free from her clasping pussy-walls. “Wha-?” Becky mumbled.

“Shhh, turn around, I want to eat you,” Jim whispered, helping her into the position he had in mind. Becky squirmed around until her head was pointing toward the window. Her dad then removed one of her shoes and pulled her jeans down and off that leg, leaving them tangled around her other knee. Her pussy sizzled right in front of his open, ogling eyes and he dove head-first right into its creamy depths.

Becky arched up when her father’s lips hit the open lips of her pussy.  Her head tipped way back and she found that she could still see Diane and her fuck-partner only now they were upside down! The picture almost made Becky laugh except that her father plunged his tongue into her pussy deeply and changed her emotion from amusement to pure fuck-lust.�� “Ohhh,” she sighed, opening her legs as wide as she could and assuming the same sexy position Diane was in. While in the house the man between the woman’s legs, his cock filling her cunt, out in the yard the man filled the woman with his tongue, his head bobbing between her thighs.  Jim slurped down all his daughter’s juice greedily, as if he had to get all that he could tonight because tomorrow might never come. Becky humped her ass up out of the damp grass and fed her dripping pussy-meat to her father. She grabbed two big handfuls of his hair and used his head for leverage as she bounced around, now and then still catching a glimpse of what was happening inside the bedroom. Diane leaned forward and so did the man who was fucking her. They embraced and the man pulled her tighter to him, making her sit up flat on her ass.

As Becky watched, she saw them entwine their legs until they were both sitting up and facing each other, his cock apparently still inside of her cunt. “Wow,” she gasped, “that was neat!” Jim looked up over the fuzz of her cunt to see what she was looking at. To his surprise he now saw the back of the man with Diane’s legs around his ass and her pretty face peeking over his shoulder. Neither of them could move much but, from the look of ecstasy on Diane’s face, Jim knew that their new fucking position was pleasing her plenty. Then he flicked his eyes back down and threw himself into the task at hand, eating his daughter out.  He curled his tongue into a long tube and thrust into her pussy with it, opening her up like magic. Then he began a series of long, straight fuck-strokes, probing her depths with the soft, slimy length of his rigid tongue. Becky bucked and writhed, her fingers pulling hard at his hair and her nails scraping at his scalp. She made his face bob around between her legs, his nose involuntarily being ground against her upstanding clit. But Jim didn’t mind the slight discomfort his little girl’s lust brought to him. He was glad to let her have her fun. He snorted her smelly juices and gulped them down by the mouthful, loving every tasty minute of this cunt-lapping. As Jim delved his tongue far inside his daughter, scooping out helping after helping of her tasty juices, he rolled his own hips from side to side, his hard-on trapped beneath his body. It was uncomfortable to have to lay on top of such a swollen piece of cock-meat, but the man endured, more interested in his daughter’s pleasure than his own.

“Oh, Daddy, ohhh, ohhh!” Becky whimpered. “You do that sooo goood!”

Jim lapped the flat of his tongue up and down over her entire cuntal area. The tip of his tongue touched the puckered hole of Becky’s ass and he was reminded of how well she had taken his cock when he had first fucked her ass a few days ago. In appreciation he tickled that rough little dent with his tongue tip and then again lapped all the way up her creamy gash until his tongue reached the pulsing button of her clitty. He pulled her clit in between his lips and drew it out long and taut. Then he beat the end of it with the end of his tongue, loving the way Becky bucked and grunted. His hands were on either side of his munching face, keeping the girl’s legs spread as far apart as possible, giving himself plenty of room to work. Slurping noisily, Jim glanced over Becky’s cunt-bush to check out the action inside the house. Just as he looked up, he saw the man lean back and take Diane with him, guiding her up onto his prick. With a look of extreme fuck-lust, Diane took her perch on top of him, his cock securely buried in her pussy, like a queen to her throne. Better than ever her full, mature body was displayed for Jim’s hot eyes. Her curves were the lush, padded curves of a grown woman. She rolled her hips slowly, fucking at him as she looked down right into his eyes with heavy-lidded horniness. Jim watched her tits sway as she fucked that lucky man. More turned on than ever, his cock pounding against the wet grass, he reached forward and took hold of Becky’s young tits. He kept his eyes on Diane, imagining it was her full set of titties that he had his fingers stretched around. His breathing grew heavy and thick and the jets of air escaped his nostrils and tickled Becky’s clit, making her squirm with pleasure.  Her father’s tongue was driving Becky out of her mind. Again she arched herself up, giving him more of her pussy and allowing her to take an upside-down look at what Diane was up to.

The sight of the perfect woman moving on top of the man’s cock with such sensuous grace made Becky green with envy. She couldn’t wait for her own young body to finish developing. “Ummm, fuck her,” Becky spat, the top of her head in the moist grass as she moved with Diane, jerking her cunt downward at the same speed. “Fuck him good!”

The growling sound of his daughter’s lewd commands thrilled Jim. He zig-zagged his tongue up through her open cuntal crack, touching her sizzling skin only lightly and feeling the way she shuddered with mounting joy. He intended to toy with her a little more and then, when Becky couldn’t stand it anymore, he wanted to bring her off like never before. Becky arched her body, feeding her dad her pussy while she watched Diane give the other man her cunt. When Jim’s hands left her tits and went back down to hold her legs apart, Becky grabbed her own titties, rolling and pinching and tweaking them, making herself soar higher with her incredible fuck-lust. “Oh, Daddy! Daddy!” she cried, her voice rather shrill in the empty night air. Jim’s pulse pounded in his ears as he shoved his tongue deep into Becky’s cunt and then wiggled it around inside of her. He made his tongue flutter into her cunt-tunnel and then run around her clit, touching her everywhere that mattered as he brought her closer and closer to her beloved orgasm.  Becky whimpered, her body jerking violently. Her hands left her father’s head and instead grasped the grass beside her jumping ass, ripping it out by the roots in big, wet clumps. She no longer saw Diane, she no longer saw anything except her own relief, which got closer and closer with each thrust of her father’s fucking tongue. “Oh!  Oh! Ohhh!” she grunted, her words louder than ever before.

Jim jammed her full of tongue one last time and then felt her go rigid beneath him. Becky let out a blood-curdling scream, but Jim ignored it, pumping her pussy with his tongue with a quick, deep determination that kept her creaming and screaming for several endless seconds.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she cried, her young body bucking and jumping. “Ohhh!”

Jim was in the groove with her orgasm, enjoying it with her until he looked up into Diane’s bedroom. All the fucking there had stopped and Diane and her partner were looking around themselves, Becky’s screams having broken into even their intense fucking trance. Jim’s heart nearly stopped as Diane bounded off the bed and looked out her large window. Fortunately for him and Becky the difference in the light was so extreme she still couldn’t see them. Jim saw her turn back to the man and say something and, not one to take chances, Jim pulled himself up, gathering the still-whimpering Becky up into his arms. “Daddy, wha...where...ummm,” Becky moaned as he lifted her up and ran with her toward the gate, her loosened pants dangling down from her half-naked body. As he let the out the gate, Jim turned around to see an outside light come on and Diane’s fucking partner stepped out into the backyard, his cock still at half mast. Jim watched him scan the yard and then stride out into the grass. With Becky still cooing and sighing in his arms, Jim watched in horror as the young man bent down and picked up something, straightening up and holding Becky’s forgotten tennis shoe in one hand. “Jesus!” Jim sighed, his heart pounding as he turned and ran down the alley as fast as he could, the burden of his daughter heavier than ever in his arms.

[toxophilitis]

Horny Peeping Sister cont

Chapter 6

Each knowing he was as guilty as the other, Jim and his children could not reproach each other for their incestuous fucking. Before the evening was over, Becky had confessed to her father that the only boy she had fucked had been none other than her brother, and, much to her and Tom’s surprise, their father hadn’t been angry at all. In fact, the idea seemed to excite him so they went one step further and told him about how often they went out into the neighborhood at night and watched people fucking. When Becky told him about what she and Tom had seen earlier that evening, Jim was ecstatic.

“I don’t know why I never thought of doing that myself,” he told his incredulous children. “Would you mind if I went with you two sometimes?”

Becky looked at her brother in shocked surprise. “But what about mom?”

“What about her? She’s been such a bitch these last few years, she’s lucky I haven’t done something like this before. Fuck her, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“All right, Dad!” Tom cheered, slapping his old man on the back.

“Next time mom works late, we’re outta here!”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Jim said, giving both of his children a hug.

“Now let’s get us and this place cleaned up before she gets home.”

It took them about a week to find an evening where they all felt safe enough to leave the house together. Tom felt in charge and grown up, leading his father and sister through the darkened streets to another of his favorite viewing spots. Becky felt sexy and hot, knowing she had the chance to get fucked by both her father and her brother if they found something really good to look at. Jim felt a little nervous, sometimes wondering if he was out of his mind to be doing something like this, especially with his own children.

The house they had been aiming for was completely black when they arrived, much to their disappointment. But Tom quickly came up with another address, and they headed in that direction, three figures dressed in black slinking down the alleyways. But before they could even reach the house they had in mind, a different lighted window stopped them dead in their tracks.

“Wow!” Becky gasped, her pussy juicing up instantly.

“I’ve never seen them before,” Tom whispered, his eyes almost popping out of his head. “She’s gorgeous!”

“I’ll say,” his father agreed, a lump in his throat.

The house was across the alley from a vacant lot so the three of them crouched down in some bushes there and watched in awe the fucking taking place in the room across from them.

In that room, which looked like a room built entirely for fucking, was a lovely blonde woman and two men. The woman looked to Becky to be in her thirties, but she was very well kept, with big swinging tits, and a supple, youthful body. She had a very dark tan, and the lines of her tiny bikini looked obscene, especially when she turned so that the dark triangle of her light brown cunt-hair also showed.

While Jim and Tom took in the blonde’s assets, Becky also noticed everything there was to see about the two men in the room with her. One was a young body-builder, muscles rippling on every inch of his greased body. His hair was bleached from the sun and his face was ruggedly handsome. His cock was out of view because he had it shoved up the woman’s ass.

The other man was tall and dark-haired. He was very thin, but his face looked like something out of the fuck magazines Becky and her friend Vicky sometimes shared. His skin was dark, and covered everywhere with a fine mat of hair. Neither her father nor her brother had much body hair and Becky now discovered that she found it rather attractive.  Again she couldn’t get a very good look at the dark-haired man’s cock because he was feeding it to the blonde woman.

On the walls behind the three fuckers were pictures of people fucking in every imaginable position. Many of them had never even occurred to Becky and she immediately felt educated—and horny.

Tom wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation. Immediately he opened the fly of his jeans and let his cock bob free. Then, his eyes burning on the hot fucking action taking place inside that incredible room, he fisted his cock and began to work it up and back vigorously.

Becky and her father were more reserved. Becky merely began to shift her legs together, feeling her pussy getting very wet and hot. After a few minutes she allowed herself to touch her crotch, but kept her fingers on the outside of her jeans.

Jim was even more reluctant. He’d never done anything like this in his life, and he couldn’t believe he was actually doing it now. His eyes moved from the horny blonde and her two studs to his own horny children. Although he had expected it, he was still shocked when he saw his son jacking himself off so wantonly. But his shock turned to lust when he saw the way Becky was rubbing her juicy little pussy, her face slack with lust as she watched the blonde take a cock from either end.

The blonde was down on all fours, with the body-builder kneeling behind her and the dark-haired pretty boy kneeling in front of her. She had her eyes closed and her head bobbed forward and back, taking and releasing his cock, her fingers against his hairy thighs as she held herself up. Each time the body-builder slammed his cock into her ass, her forehead wrinkled with a look of pain and concern and fuck-lust.

“Yeah, fuck her in the ass!” Tom panted, rooting as if he were at a baseball game. “Yeah! Fuck her good!”

Both Becky and her father watched Tom’s hard-on pointing out into the night. He held it with both hands, one on top of the other, and jammed it through the circle they made. His balls dangled out beneath his rigid prick, moving back and forth with his strenuous fucking motions.  The boy was kneeling in the dirt and weeds of the empty lot.

Becky was crouched down, her knees spread wide apart, the fabric of her jeans stretched taut across her cunt. Her hand could feel the wetness coming right through the denim as she watched the sexy scene in front of her.

Jim just bent himself over at the waist, bending his knees a little bit to keep down low. Although it didn’t register in his conscious mind, he wanted to be ready to run in case anyone happened upon them. But his bent-over position only seemed to emphasize the elongating shaft of his cock and he self-consciously adjusted it in his pants to ease his considerable discomfort.

Becky rubbed her little pussy vigorously, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have a cock as big as her father’s up her ass. Could she do it? she asked herself, sneaking a look up into her dad’s concerned face. Maybe she’d have to try it and see.

The thought made her pussy tremble and she had to shove her hand down the front of her pants. She left her jeans snapped shut, liking the way it felt to touch herself inside of her clothes. It reminded her of how she sometimes put her hand down her pants at school, fingering herself off while sexy Mr. Spillman gave one of his boring lectures in science class. More than once Becky had gotten herself off imagining what he looked like without his clothes and glasses!

“Oh! Ohhh!” Tom grunted, his cock suddenly shooting like a firehose.

Becky and Jim both turned their attention briefly to Tom. His cream jetted out and splattered noisily into the dry brush around them. Both his hands continued to jack on his spurting cock-shaft, and Becky swallowed involuntarily, thinking it was such a shame to waste such delicious cream. Jim couldn’t help but look around them nervously, still very ill at ease.

But no one was there, and when Tom sat down flat on his ass to recover from his orgasm, Jim looked back at the horny blonde in the room. Was that some kind of orgy room they had there? he wondered.

In among the lewd photographs, Jim recognized other sexual devices that had gone unnoticed by his children. There were many different colored dildos of various sizes and even a few masks and a couple of whips and some chained anklets. All the equipment made Jim feel funny. He wanted to feel disgusted by it all, and it upset him that he wasn’t.

“What’s the matter, Dad?” Tom asked, stroking his already reviving hard-on. “Don’t you like it?”

“Ahem, sure!” Jim said, trying not to sound as uncomfortable as he felt. “It’s great, just swell.”

“Then get yer meat out and beat it!” Tom laughed. “We don’t come out here just to watch—that’s sick!”

With both his kids watching him intently, Jim had no choice but to haul out his swollen prick. Actually, it was a relief to set his hard-on free and soothe it with the familiar feel of his hand.

“She’s really a hot one, isn’t she Dad?” Tom said, nodding toward the blonde in the house.

“She sure is, Son,” Jim replied, kneeling down next to the boy and pulling Becky over closer to them.

“And those two guys,” Becky said, “I wonder what it would feel like to take two cocks at the same time.”

“I’m sure we could arrange for you to find out,” Tom said lewdly, his eyes bright with fuck-lust.

“Ahhh, but not tonight, okay?” Jim said. “Let’s do it at home some time, huh?”

“Take it easy, Dad,” Tom laughed. “No one is gonna see us. Becky, why don’t you give a little head to dear old dad here to calm him down?”

“But then I can’t watch them fucking her,” the girl whimpered.

“I’ll tell you what they’re doing,” Tom said, trying to pull Becky over in front of their dad. “Come on, suck him off and drink his come.”

Becky’s pussy was on fire, and the thought of gulping down her dad’s jizz made it even hotter than watching the blonde woman take two cocks.  She giggled her agreement and moved over in front of Jim, settling down flat on her ass in front of him, her feet spread on either side of the kneeling man.

All Jim’s fears left him when his daughter’s lips closed around the shaft of his cock. It was like Becky was sucking out all his apprehensions and he took hold of her face and helped her take in all the many inches of his throbbing prick.

“Feel better now?” Tom asked, his own cock helplessly hard again.

“Oh yeah,” Jim sighed.

Tom then turned his eyes back to the double-fucking in the house. The man at the blonde’s ass was pounding her harder than ever, and the boy could tell that he was getting ready to pump his load up her ass. Tom fisted his own cock, pumping it as he anticipated the man’s orgasm.

Becky bobbed her head, taking and releasing all of her father’s lusty prick. His cock-meat tasted good, and she covered it with her spit, making the mouth-fucking easier. She ran her tongue around and around the swollen prick-meat and enjoyed the way her father twitched and sighed.

As she ate him, Jim opened up her jeans and got at her little cunt. It was very juicy and he fingered it open, smearing the slimy cream all around her cuntal area.

“Oh Beck, he’s really giving it to her ass now,” Tom panted, beginning his suck-by-suck action calls. “She really loves it though, what a slut!”

Becky moaned around her father’s cock as she imagined the blonde taking the bodybuilder’s cock. She pulled harder on Jim’s cockmeat, his fingers and her lusty imagination stirring her fucking juices like never before.

Jim tangled his fingers in the strands of her long hair and pumped her face up and down around his cock-shaft. The way her tongue ran up and down along the sensitive vein that cut across his hard-on made the man roll his eyes and thrust his cock out even more. His little girl gave head like a pro and he couldn’t wait to blast his cream down her cock-sucking throat.

“Way to go, hon,” he panted. “Yeah, suck out my cream!”

Becky bobbed her face, taking all of his cock until she could feel his zipper against her tender lips. Then she pulled her mouth back slowly, keeping her lips tight around the length of his cock, and wiggled her tongue along the underside until she felt her teeth hit the helmet of his prick-head. Then she mouthed just the very tip of his cock, her tongue trying to worm its way into the flared piss-hole.

Tom heard his father’s breathing growing harsher and harsher and he wished he had some of the action too. Then, deciding that if the woman in the house could please two cocks, so could Becky, he moved right up tight against his dad and shoved his own prick toward his sister’s sucking mouth.

“Do me too,” he panted. “Suck me just a little bit, Beck.”

Liking the idea, Becky grabbed both cocks and held them together. Then she lapped up and down both of their swollen tips, feeling and tasting the subtle differences in the flavor of their leaking jizz.

Jim’s fingers poked in and out of the mouth of her cunt and Becky felt herself coming. To be sucking two cocks while her own father fingered her off was just too much!

“Hummm!” she moaned, her body vibrating wildly. “Mmmm!”

Her orgasm was quick, but very intense and behind her closed eyelids she saw vivid blasts of exploding color. Her mouth was open and empty as she gasped for air and then gasped for cock, sucking in first one cock-knob and then the other.

Still high with her recent release, Becky sucked one cock-tip and then turned her head slightly to have the other. Her dad’s prick-knob was a little bigger, but she liked the taste of her brother’s better. The horny girl was glad she didn’t have to choose between the two because she loved them both and to have them both at once was a dream come true.

“The guy in her ass shot off!” Tom suddenly grunted, shoving harder at Becky. “Ahhh, yeah, he’s filling her ass with his cream!”

Becky moaned around their cocks, her tongue out and licking up the side of one prick-shaft and down the other. Her father’s fingers left her pussy and she turned her full attention to bringing both men off as soon as possible.

She took a set of balls in each hand and rolled them in her palms like dice. Then she smashed them up tight against the two twitching cock-shafts and then released them, letting their own considerable weight pull them down. Both men murmured and grunted, their passions ever mounting.

“The dark-haired bear is fucking her mouth like crazy!” Tom cried.

The news made Becky wild. She pushed their straining cock-heads together with her fingers and crammed both of them into her gaping mouth. She ran her tongue around both of them, taking the jizz that dripped out more and more.

“Oh honey!” Jim gasped, his hands pulling her stuffed face far down the shaft of his, as well as Tom’s prick. “Gettin’ there!”

Becky bobbed her head as much as she could on their bunched-together fuck-meat. Then she pulled off and concentrated on sucking her father’s cock all the way to his twitching balls.

“Ahhh!” Jim exclaimed, his cock-meat suddenly lurching and his cream jetting down her throat. “Babyyy!”

Becky snorted and struggled to take her dad’s come. Absently she reached out for her brother’s thrumming prick and just as she touched it, it too let loose with its hot load.

“Aggg, Christ!” Tom grunted, his cream exploding against the side of his sister’s cock-sucking face.

Worried she might drown if she slacked off, Becky gulped down her dad’s cream as she felt her brother’s cream spraying against her ear. She was totally surrounded by jizz, and was the best feeling in the world!

Both men shuddered and groaned as their cocks emptied. Then they both fell away from Becky and the girl felt oddly alone. Not knowing what else to do, she turned around and took another look at the horny blonde. And, much to her delight, Becky saw that the handsome dark-haired man was just pumping his load into her hot, sucking mouth. Becky gave a sticky grin, knowing she had twice as much cream in her belly as the sexy older woman did. She then looked down at her panting father and brother and took both of their cocks in her small hands. “Let’s get these things home so you can give them both to me at once,” she said huskily, jacking on their wilted, sticky pricks. “And I don’t mean in my mouth!”

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Horny Peeping Sister cont

Chapter 5

When Becky arrived home, she found her father in the kitchen wearing an apron and putting dinner on the table. There were only three places set, and Becky guiltily slid into hers.

“Where’s mom?” she asked as her dad set the casserole down in front of her.

“She had a big meeting with a client,” Jim Moon replied, noticing his daughter looked especially radiant. “Do you know where Tom is?”

“Nope,” Becky said quickly, helping herself to the food.

“I guess we’ll start without him, then,” Jim sighed, sitting down himself.

“Yeah, guess so,” Becky mumbled.

As she began to eat, Becky tried to stay calm, but it wasn’t easy. She was relieved that her mother wasn’t there. Somehow her mom always knew when she was lying or trying to hide something. Still, it made her nervous to have to lie right to her father’s face. She wished that Tom would hurry up and get his ass home!

Jim watched his daughter move her food around on her plate, arranging it into little piles and then smashing them flat. Obviously something was on the girl’s mind, and he wondered what it could be. All the time she and Tom had been spending together lately had not gone unnoticed by their usually quiet father. Still, Jim didn’t know exactly how to approach the subject with his daughter, so he just let them finish their meal in silence.

When they were about done, Tom burst in through the back door, school books in hand.

“Sorry dad, I got hung up.” He glanced briefly at Becky. “Where’s mom?”

“She had to work late,” Jim said, noticing the odd way his son looked at Becky.

“We didn’t know how late you’d be so we’ve already finished.”

“No sweat, dad,” Tom said, heaping a mound of food on his plate and then heading for the living room. “I wanted to catch the end of the game anyway.”

Jim didn’t say anything as Tom carried his meal to the couch and turn on the television. Such behavior was strictly prohibited when Julie was home, but since she wasn’t there, Jim saw no reason the boy couldn’t eat wherever he wanted to. Again alone with Becky, Jim pushed back his chair and sighed.

“So, how’s school?” he asked.

“What?” Becky snapped, her mind so far away, reliving the events of the evening, that she didn’t hear her father’s question.

“I just asked how things were going at school.”

“Oh, okay I guess,” Becky said, getting up and carrying their dirty dishes to the sink.

As she swept past Jim, he caught the unmistakable scent of sex wafting from her. Had his little girl just been fucked? he asked himself.

Becky had her back to her father as she scraped the plates off and filled the sink with hot water. Her pussy hurt a little bit from the vigorous finger-fucking Tom had given it, and she shifted her thighs, trying to ease her discomfort. Jim noticed her sexy gyrations and cleared his throat loudly.

“Honey, ah, you’re getting to be quite a young woman, and ah, if there’s every anything you want to talk about, any questions you might have, you know you can come to me and I’ll help you all I can.”

“Thanks, dad,” Becky murmured, her back still to him.

“I know your mother isn’t the kind of person who seems like she’d be easy to talk to about uh, sex, so I want you to know that I’m available to you.”

Becky nodded, her thighs still rubbing together.

As Jim spoke, he got the crazy idea that his daughter was turned on for some reason. He watched her ass rock from side to side ever so slightly and found himself wanting Becky, wanting her very much. Sex with his wife was poor at best and, although he didn’t want to, he began to imagine what it would be like to fuck his own daughter.

“Do you think you know enough about sex?” he asked, his own blunt question turning him on. “I mean, is there anything you don’t understand?”

“I don’t know,” Becky shrugged, pressing herself tighter against the counter.

Was her father coming on to her? Becky wondered. Again her thoughts returned to the people she had watched fucking earlier that evening.  She imagined them to have been father and daughter and the idea of actually getting the chance to have that kind of sexual experience herself began to appeal to her. But could she do it? Could her father do it? she wondered.

At that point Jim wasn’t sure himself either. But his daughter drew him like a magnet and he got up and walked over to her. He stood right behind her as she soaped the dishes, his body close enough to her so she could feel his body heat, but not close enough to touch.

“I know it’s none of my business honey,” he said softly, pushing her hair to one side and caressing her bare neck, “but I don’t think you were at your piano lesson tonight. Were you with a boy?”

Becky shrugged.

“Well, it really doesn’t matter,” Jim said, hugging her to him. At first Becky was stiff in his embrace, but when she felt his hard cock against the crack of her ass, she relaxed. Now she knew that he wanted her just as she wanted him.

“You’re right Daddy, I was with a boy tonight,” she whispered, rubbing back against him.

“I hope you didn’t do anything foolish,” Jim panted, his arms holding her tight against him and caressing her curvy sides.

“I didn’t let him fuck me, if that’s what you mean,” Becky said boldly, writhing her ass against his hard-on.

“Have you ever fucked a boy?” Jim asked, his hands moving down the front of her body and to the crotch of her jeans. When she didn’t stop him, he rubbed the crux of her thighs.

“Only one,” she replied, her cunt fucking under her father’s touch.

The top of Becky’s blonde head came to just beneath his chin as he pressed himself against her harder than ever. His hands were between her upper thighs, and he could feel the heat of her hot cunt through the fabric of her jeans. Jim didn’t believe what he was doing, but kept doing it anyway, his hard-on growing stiffer against Becky’s ass.

Becky looked down at her body, and saw her dad’s hands disappearing between her legs. She rolled her head back against him and sighed. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she knew that soon she would be taking her father’s cock, just like the little brunette had. To speed things along, Becky reached down and unzipped the front of her pants.

“You can stop me any time you want to,” her father panted as he accepted her invitation and moved his hands inside her jeans and panties.

Becky sighed and wiggled a bit, easing her pants down around her thighs. Her father’s touch made her tingle, and that surprised her. She would not have thought that anything could make her feel better than the things she had done with her brother.

But her father was very much like her brother only bigger and more experienced. He too, was tall and dark, and Becky relaxed against him, opening herself up to his magical touch.

Jim touched the soft, wet folds of her cunt and sighed with lust. God, what was he doing? Was he out of his mind? But he couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to stop, so he probed the juicy tightness of Becky’s young pussy.

Becky’s hands were limp in the dishwater and her head rolled back against his chest. His cock was throbbing behind her, and she wanted it more than anything she had ever wanted before.

“You gonna fuck me, Dad?” she asked, her voice thick and odd.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yesss, oh yesss!” she sighed.

Jim kept one finger probing at the open flower of her pussy and brought the other back between their bodies and carefully undid his zipper. His cock bobbed up, automatically nudging in between his daughter’s legs.

Becky whimpered when her father fisted his cock and guided it to the opening of her pussy. Becky lifted herself up on the counter slightly to make it easier for him to penetrate her.

Jim gave her a series of short, quick fuck-strokes, feeding his little girl his cock a bit at a time. He could hear the drone of the television, and he remembered that Tom might wander back into the kitchen at any moment. It worried him, but at the moment he was too horny to let anything stop him from finishing the fuck he had just begun.

When the tip of his cock was securely inside Becky, he again took her in his arms and held her up off the floor. Then, with another few lunges, he had her filled with his prick-meat.

“Daddyyyy,” Becky sighed.

Jim braced her against the counter and pumped into her with a vigor he hadn’t felt in years. His wife used to be a good fuck, but lately she’d been too bitchy to even turn him on. He chose just to leave her to her own devices and went his own way. Fucking his own daughter was turning out to be the very best way he’d found to scratch his itch in a very long time.

As he fucked her, Becky felt her pants slipping farther and farther down her legs until they were tangled around her shoes. She felt light and very feminine with her father holding her up in the air while he fucked her. Briefly she wondered if she looked as wanton taking her daddy’s prick as the brunette girl had earlier that evening.

Cunt-juice flowed from Becky’s open pussy and made it easier for her dad to fuck her hard and fast. His pants too rolled down his hips, freeing him for wilder and more wanton fucking. He gripped Becky tightly, holding her up and using her like some kind of fuck-off doll.

Becky sighed and moaned, her father’s cock going deeper inside of her than her brother’s prick ever had. She felt like her father’s prick was touching special places within her, places that had never been touched before. She wiggled around as much as she could, wanting to let him know that she loved what he was doing to her and to beg him not to stop.

But Jim had no intention of stopping, at least not until he came. He nuzzled his face into his daughter’s fragrant hair and nibbled on her white neck as he continued to feed her the many inches of his man-sized prick shaft.

“Am I hurting you?” he panted.

“N-n-n-noooo,” Becky replied, her answer coming out shaky because of his vigorous fucking. “I-I-I love it!”

“Good,” Jim grunted, slamming his cock into her all the way, “because so do I!”

His hard fuck-strokes jammed Becky against the counter, her hips grinding against the tiles. Jim leaned over her and forced her to bend at the waist, bringing her long hair into the soapy water in front of her.

More than ever Becky felt like the fucking couple she had watched. Now, like that girl, she was bent way over with her dad giving her his cock from behind! Becky leaned forward even farther, watching the ends of her hair floating on the greasy, sudsy surface of the dishwater.

When her father fucked into her hard, her clit was ground against the counter with especially pleasant results. Becky rocked forward and back as much as she could, increasing the violence of their fucking motions, and also increasing the contact her sizzling clit recieved.

Jim caught on to what she was doing and began to help her. He lifted her up and leaned against her back, bouncing her clit against the edge of the counter.

Little flutters began to run down her spine and Jim felt them on the inside as well as the outside of her body. His cock was jolted by them and it thrilled him to know that his little girl was so close to coming. He plowed her cunt that much faster, anxious to bring her off.

Becky grabbed the far side of the sink and used it for leverage to fuck back at her dad. His cock continued to trench her out, filling and stretching her pussy-channel like Tom’s young prick never had. She writhed and swooned, her body taking over her mind and fucking of its own volition.

The more extreme the quaking inside of Becky’s cunt became, the more frenzied her father’s fucking became. Jim rolled his eyes and thundered his cock forward, jabbing it between the gripping walls of Becky’s pussy. He could feel from the way his nuts had begun to tingle that it wouldn’t be long before he was coming, too.

“Daddy, I’m gonna come,” Becky panted, as if asking his permission.

“Do it, baby, do it,” Jim grunted, filling her with his prick. “Just let it go!”

Becky’s mouth was open, and she breathed loudly. She gasped and sputtered, her orgasm wracking her body with tremendous shudders. Jim held her tight and continued to fuck her, the tremors in her cunt vibrating his whole body from the cock on up. Together they panted and sighed, the father savoring his daughter’s orgasm almost as much as he would savor one of his own.

Becky pressed her clit tightly against the counter edge and felt the mouth of her pussy opening and closing as if gulping in air. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was bent cruelly over the counter, her face very near to the cooling water.

As her orgasm subsided, Jim took it easy on her, fucking her with tender, stirring strokes that made her coo and sigh. But it cost him dearly, and he could only hold himself back for so long before his body tensed and he let her have it with both barrels again.

“Get ready baby,” he panted, ramming into her with renewed vigor.

“Yes Daddy, I’m ready,” Becky gasped, his weight nearly crushing her.

Like a dog fucking its mate, Jim leaned into his little girl and fed her the last of his exquisite fucking. His cock thundered through the ultra-tight of her freshly climaxed cunt, loving the way the walls of her pussy continued to shudder with soft, stray ripples of ecstasy.  Each one thrilled Jim right down to the roots of his hair and spurred him on to fuck Becky that much harder.

The silky interior of her pussy caressed his sizzling prick, and Jim grunted and gasped in frustration and pleasure. The come in his nuts gathered together and then, despite his effort to delay it, came rushing up along the tube of his prick like the tide on the beach and crashed forth, shooting from the tiny hole in the end of his prick with incredible force and volume.

“Ahhh, gahhhh, fuck!” he gurgled, burying his sobs of release in her long, silky hair.

Becky felt like she might explode from the strength of his climax. She felt the cream decorate her insides with its whiteness and warmth. Even coming with her own brother had never been like this!

For several seconds her father shuddered against her back, his cock bucking around inside her. Then, gradually, she felt him relax and his cock begin to slip from her, greased with a thick stream of his escaping jizz. An inch at a time Jim lowered her to the floor and her toes had just touched when she heard her brother’s voice.

“Jesus mother-fucking Christ!” Tom exclaimed, his milk glass crashing to the floor. “Damn!”

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Horny Peeping Sister cont

Chapter 4

In the next few afternoons, Becky and Tom spent plenty of time in bed together. They experimented, learning different ways to please themselves and each other. Sometimes they fucked hard, and sometimes they fucked tenderly. But always they fucked with one ear open, ever alert for their mother.

As they grew more comfortable with their new-found sexuality, Becky relaxed enough to confide in her brother her excitement when it came to watching other people fuck. Tom was thrilled—and relieved—that Becky did not hold his voyeuristic tendencies against him. So, each pleased that the other was also erotic-minded, they decided to go out together one night and see what sexy scenes they could discover in their neighborhood.

They devised a plan where Tom would tell their mother that he had to go over to a friend’s house one evening to work on a school project. That same evening, Becky agreed to leave her piano lessons a bit early, telling her teacher she had to get home to help her mother. The plan went off without a hitch and the two met just as it was getting dark in an alley not far from their house.

“We’ll try the house on Guava first,” Tom suggested, leading his sister down the back passageway. “They like to have a quick evening fuck once in a while.”

“You mean you’ve watched them before?” Becky asked, trying to walk quietly.

“Sure! Did you think that I just started, like you?”

“Well, no,” Becky replied. “But I didn’t know you knew so much about what other people do.”

“I don’t really know much at all,” Tom laughed. “I just know who likes to fuck and when—and who doesn’t close their curtains. Now come on!”

They hurried down one block, and up the next. Ahead of her, Becky could see one brightly lit window and she felt her stomach tighten when she realized it was their goal. Tom’s hunch had been right. There were people in that room!

“What’d I tell ya?” Tom giggled. “Those horny sons of bitches can’t keep their hands off each other!”

Brother and sister moved around the trashcans across the alley from the back bedroom window, covering themselves as best they could. Then they crouched down and Becky’s eyes went wide when she got her first good look at two people actually fucking.

“I can’t believe it,” she sighed. “Look at them go! How can she take it?”

“I don’t know,” Tom mumbled. “But I know I can’t. Feel this!”

He took her hand and guided it to the front of his pants. Without taking her eyes off the hot sight in front of her, Becky felt his hard-on pounding against the fly of his jeans. She gave it an absent little squeeze and then let it go. Watching other people fucking was such a tremendous new experience, it took all of her concentration.

Inside the sparsely furnished bedroom, an older man and a very young girl were both naked on the bed. The girl, her face turned slightly away from Becky and Tom, was on her hands and knees and the man was taking her from behind with long, powerful strokes. The short dark curls on the girl’s head bounced when he rammed his cock into her, but she seemed to enjoy it. She held her body taut and absorbed his fucking power by slamming her ass back at him each time he filled her with his cock-meat.

As if from a distance, Becky heard her brother slide his zipper down.

Then she sensed as much as heard him start to stroke his rigid prick.

Becky was getting plenty hot herself. The idea of spying on other people while they fucked had excited her but not nearly as much as actually doing it did. She could feel her cunt getting all soft and squishy and she shifted around, rubbing herself against the crotch seam of her jeans.

“Turns you on, huh?” Tom whispered, his hands moving on his cock while he grinned at his obviously excited sister.

“Yeah,” Becky croaked. “Even more than I thought it would.”

Tom laughed, a low and dirty sound. “You gettin’ wet?” he asked.

Becky didn’t have to answer because her brother reached over and cupped the crotch of her jeans. Becky knew her cunt was very juicy and from the way her brother sighed she knew too that her cunt-cream had soaked the crotch of her pants.

“Runnin’ like a river,” Tom sighed, massaging her wet crotch and feeling it become even wetter.

In her crouched position, Becky opened up her thighs and balanced herself on just her tiptoes. With one hand she held onto a nearby trashcan to keep from falling. She pushed her cunt back against her brother’s groping hand and began to pant, his fingers thrilling her even through the covering of denim.

“Wait a minute,” she finally sighed, pulling away from Tom.

His hand again free, Tom went back to jacking on his cock while Becky quickly popped the snap of her jeans and stood up just long enough to pull them and her panties down around her ankles. Then she crouched back down beside him, her naked cunt giving off an odor in the night air.

“Yeahhh,” Tom sighed, guiding her one hand to his prick and then going back to work on her pussy, “this is gonna work out just fine.”

Becky whimpered her agreement as her fingers closed around the swollen shaft of his prick and his hand pressed against her steaming cunt. She felt a gob of her pussy-juice ooze out and smear his palm.

Tom’s cock was cool against her fingers, but after just a few quick strokes, it grew hotter and straighter than ever. She glanced down at it briefly and noticed the sexy way that it stuck out from the open crotch of his pants. Then her eyes flicked back to the horny couple in the bedroom.

The young girl, Becky was sure that she was even younger than she was herself, was down on her elbows with the man still giving it to her from behind. Her back was arched sharply and her naked ass quivered each time she took all of his prick-meat. Sometimes her face was pressed down against her arms and sometimes she tossed it back, rolling it around on her shoulders when she particularly liked the way the older man fucked her.

The man wore an expression of dominance and ecstasy. He gripped the girl around the waist, his fingers nearly reaching all the way around her. As he fucked into her with all his strength, he also pulled her toward him, making sure she got all the cock-meat there was to be had.  From time to time he held her ass pressed against the base of his prick and rolled his hips from side to side, wiggling his prick around in the depths of the girl’s speared cunt-channel.

“Incredible,” Becky sighed, her fingers automatically running up and down the length of her brother’s cock. “In-fuckin’-credible.”

Tom gave another dirty laugh and then jabbed his sister’s cunt with two fingers. Her pussy gripped his fingers very tightly. When he pulled them out, they were slick with her juices, and he smeared those juices across the exposed point of her thrusting clit.

Becky gasped and gave his prick a squeeze of appreciation. She was still very turned on by watching other people fucking, but as she got more used to the idea, found it easier to do two things at once, namely watching them and jerking her brother off.

She rubbed the pearl of pre-cum that she knew without even looking was at the tip of his cock around his straining prick-tip and listened with satisfaction as he sighed in pleasure. Then she gripped his cock tightly and worked the loose outer skin back and up over the solid inner core, feeling her crouching brother wriggling with mounting fuck-lust.

“That feels great,” he panted. “Do you like what I’m doing to your pussy?”

“Y-yess,” Becky sighed, thrusting her pelvis out and opening her cunt up. “Fuck me!”

Becky spoke through gritted teeth, and Tom did as she asked. He pushed his fucking fingers deep inside of her and then opened them up like a pair of scissors, forcing them against the walls of her pussy.

“Oooh,” she gasped, feeling as if he was stretching the shape of her cunt-hole.

In retaliation she took her hand away from his cock long enough to coat it with a pearly layer of spit. Then, her eyes still on the fucking couple, she smeared the tip of his prick with her wetness and proceeded to smooth the lubricant all down the sides of his prick.

“Ahhh,” Tom moaned, “yeahhh.”

Becky’s hand moved faster and smoother than ever now with the layer of spit between it and the loose skin of Tom’s hard-on. She relaxed her wrist and beat his meat just as he had taught her during their few but furious days of fucking.

As she massaged his cock, she made sure that her fingertips stayed against the sensitive vein that ran the length of his prick-shaft.  Becky didn’t understand why but her brother was extra-sensitive on that spot and so she massaged it, wanting to please him as much as possible.

Above her own panting she could hear her brother’s loud breathing. They were turning each other on with their hands and fingers, making their young fuck-parts hum with arousal. Becky had never dreamed that anything could feel so good as fingering her brother while he fingered her and they both spied on another couple fucking.

Inside the house the young girl that now making push-up motions with her arms. Sometimes her upper body was flat against the rumpled bed, her small tits squished beneath her. Other times she held herself up, her back straight, her tits pointing downward, two pink cones of flesh.  But whatever she did seemed to excite the man more, and he fucked her with quicker strokes than ever, jarring her with his fucking prick.

Becky found herself moving with the same rhythm as the girl who was getting fucked. As the girl took the man’s cock, Becky rocked forward and back, helping her brother fuck her with his pointed fingers. The night air was cool against the soft skin of Becky’s bare legs, but up toward her crotch she was as hot as a pistol.

With one hand tight around her brother’s prick and the other bracing her up against the trashcan, Becky could move only a little. But even that small bit of motion was enough in this sexy setting. She watched the man move his hands from the girl’s waist to the soft cheeks of her ass. His fingers dug into her pliant flesh and the girl opened her mouth, obviously crying out in pleasure and pain. She wiggled her ass in the man’s grip and Becky felt her own pussy lurch. It was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed, even better than the sexy photos that she and Vicky had shared.

Although he was an experienced voyeur and had watched this particular couple fucking before, tonight seemed special to Tom, too. His dark head bobbed as he jammed his fingers into his sister’s pussy and moved with her hand, helping it jack him off. Her cunt-juice felt oily as it filled his hand and ran down to his wrist. How he wished he could fuck Becky right now just like the man in the house was fucking the young girl. Who was she? Tom wondered. Was she his daughter, or maybe his daughter’s friend, or maybe a babysitter? Tom’s horny mind went wild with the possibilities, and he fucked Becky’s cunt with his hand all that much better.

Becky rocked from side to side, making Tom’s fingers move more inside of her. Sometimes he gouged at the soft inner tissues of her pussy with his fingernails and it hurt her a little bit. But her soothing juices and his usually satisfying finger-fucking were quick to ease her pain and she thrust out to meet him, her cunt sucking around his jamming digits.

“Think she’s his kid?” Tom panted, his mouth very near to his sister’s ear. The question caught Becky off guard, and she only moaned in response.

“She can’t be his wife, do you think? She doesn’t look that old, and I can’t see any ring,” Tom continued, his hips thrusting up through the circle of Becky’s fingers as he spoke.

Becky moaned.

“Do you know her?” he asked, quickly looking over at Becky’s flushed face.

Becky absently shook her head.

Tom grinned when he saw how hot she was. Her whole face was distorted with passion and her tongue hung out the corner of her mouth. It was no wonder she couldn’t answer him, the boy realized.

“You’re almost there, huh?” he asked, his laughing eyes now trained on Becky.

“Uh-huh,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as he rubbed his greasy fingers across her clit.

“Then let’s go!”

Becky almost lost her delicate balance as her brother tore into her cunt with a new kind of frenzy. His fingers, now three of them, filled the mouth of her cunt completely and he let them fly in and out of the fluttering opening. Then, to further her pleasant torture, he began to revolve his thumb over her clit while he fucked her with his other fingers.

“Oh Tom!” she gasped as her fingers, too, increased their speed up and down the shaft of his prick.

For many minutes the two teenagers pounded each other like never before. Becky bit her bottom lip with the power of her efforts and Tom panted like a stallion, his balls rolling around until they slipped from the confines of his jeans and dangled in the night air. As Becky pumped his prick, his balls began to dance, jerked and jarred by her violent fucking motions.

Their eyes grew wider and wider as it became apparent that the man in the house was about to come. His fucking strokes became frantic and then he jammed his cock into the girl completely and bent forward, over her back, gripping her hanging tits and hugging her to him. Becky and Tom could see the way his ass twitched and they each imagined the thick stream of jism that he was depositing far up inside the young girl.

Tom’s prick vibrated in his sister’s hand as he watched the little brunette grind her parted ass-cheeks against the base of the man’s creaming cock. Her cheek was against the bed and her back sloped upward to meet the man’s hairy belly. Her ass twitched back and forth just a little bit, wringing the last of his come from his beefy balls.

Becky slammed her hand from the base of his prick-head to the root of his cock, holding his shaft tightly in her sweaty hand. Tom jerked his hips too, and together they brought him off just as the man in the house began to stir, picking himself up off the back of the kneeling girl.

“Yeah, Beckkky!” he gasped, keeping his voice low. “Uhhh!”

Becky’s hand jacked furiously on his spewing prick and his cream flew off in every direction. Becky took a few drops of it against her jacking hand and a few more on her bare legs and the side of one cheek.  She stuck her tongue out and tried to lick away the bits of his cream that dotted her face.

As he came, Tom let his fingers slack off in their fucking of her. But his come was a quick one and before the man had even pulled his cream-soaked cock from the cunt of the young girl, Tom’s moment had passed and he again focused his efforts on bringing off his sister.

Becky had been so close for so long that it didn’t take much for Tom to fuck her climax right out of her. Of course, he had some help as Becky watched the large older man coax the girl down onto her back and then fall between her splayed thighs to lick up his own cream.

“Oh fuck!” Becky gasped, the combination too much for her. “Here I come!”

“Do it baby, yeah!”

As much as he wanted to see the old man eating the young girl, Tom wanted to watch his sister come even more. Now, in the subdued light, he saw her face contort and her eyes roll as he felt her pussy dance around his embedded fingers. He kept his hand moving and it slid around in her juicy, climaxing cunt, instantly making the boy’s cock hard as a rock again.

Becky sighed and moaned, her knees waving apart and together around her brother’s pumping hand. The knuckles of the hand that gripped the trashcan went white with the effort as Becky swooned with pleasure and satisfaction. Her cunt pulsed with her climax, one moment feeling very taut and the next very loose and open. Tom kept fucking her until the last shudder passed through her body. Then he gavce her a moment to recouperate before he patted her moist, naked ass and shocked her back to reality.

“Come on,” he said, struggling to get his new hard-on into his pants.

“We better get home before Mom has a cow.”

He took Becky’s hand and helped her unsteadily to her feet. Like a zombie she pulled up her pants and ran her fingers through her hair.  Then, with Tom waiting to follow in a few minutes, she took one last look at the hot pussy-eating that was going on in the house and hurried off toward her home.

[toxophilitis]

Horny Peeping Sister cont

Chapter 3

Each day after school, Tom and Becky were left alone in the house for a few hours until their parents got home from work. Although the teenagers were old enough to be left on their own, their mother insisted that they stay in the house and not answer the door or telephone. Neither Becky nor Tom liked the arrangement, but they had learned to accept it. It was easier to just do what she asked rather than argue with their mother.

Usually they spent the time watching television or doing various things in their rooms. It was usually a quiet time for it was not unknown for their mother to come home early and check up on them. Neither child wanted to get in trouble with their mother so they both spent the time doing simple, unexciting things.

But today would be different, Becky vowed. She knew for a fact that her mother had an important meeting at the office and couldn’t possibly come home to check on them and so she intended to confront her brother with what she had seen him doing the other night in the alley.

All day long Becky’s heart pounded. During her classes, she hardly heard a word that her teachers said because her cunt was so itchy all she could think about was satisfying it. She knew that, if she played her cards just right, her own brother would be fucking her before the day was done.

Becky got home first after running all the way from school. She ran right up into the bathroom and took a quick shower, being careful not to get her long blonde hair wet. Then she stood naked in front of her open closet trying to decide what to wear for the seduction of her brother.

Finally she picked out a very short skirt and matching sleeveless blouse. She left one too many buttons on the front of the blouse open and decided to skip wearing shoes. Then she brushed her hair until it was shiny and perfect. Just as she put down her hairbrush, she heard her brother come in.

She stood in the middle of her bedroom listening as Tom did what he did every afternoon. First he went to the refrigerator and took a big drink of milk right out of the carton. Then he grabbed a handful of cookies and headed up the stairs to his room. Becky stood back as he passed her door. She didn’t want him to know that she’d beaten him home.

The blood pounded in her ears as she waited a few more minutes, letting him get settled. She knew he was working on a model in his room and she only hoped that he liked the smell of her pussy better than the smell of model glue.

At last she felt that the time was right. She took a deep breath and padded barefoot down the hall to his room. His door was partly open and she could see him at his desk, model glue in one hand, a tiny piece of gray plastic in the other.

“Hi!” she said, boldly entering his room, her short skirt swinging.

“That looks great.”

“Fuck!” Tom gasped, nearly jumping out of his chair. “Jesus, Becky, you almost scared the crap out of me!”

Becky laughed and fixed him with a strange stare. “You have to be more careful, Brother Dear, you never know when other people are around.”

She laughed some more, and Tom nervously joined her. Her ran his eyes up and down her odd outfit and tried to decide if she meant more with her words than a simple joke.

“When did you get home?” he asked.

“Just a little before you,” she answered, perching on the edge of his desk. “I wanted to be ready to talk to you about something.”

Tom’s stomach flipped, but he told himself to calm down. He was just paranoid if he thought that his own sister knew anything about how he often spent his evenings.

“Yeah?” he answered. “What’s up?”

Becky snorted and looked from his eyes to his crotch. “Nothing now,” she replied. “But there was plenty up last night.”

Brother and sister sat in silence for a few moments, each letting Becky’s meaning sink in. Tom shifted uncomfortably in his chair and noticed how close her long, naked was to him. The scent of her thrilled him.

“What do you mean?” he finally asked, trying to sound innocent. But Becky would have none of it. She could feel his uneasiness and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him.

“I saw you last night, in the alley. I saw it all,” she said.

“Jesus!” Tom gasped. “You didn’t tell anyone, did you?”

Becky smiled down into his wide, pleading eyes, and rubbed her naked

thighs against him. “No, and I don’t plan to either-“

“Good!” Tom sighed.

“Under one condition,” Becky continued, letting her words hang in the air.

“Anything!” Tom said quickly, “Just tell me what you want.”

Becky lifted one bare foot up and put it on her brother’s crotch, rubbing his soft prick roughly. Both teenagers felt his prick involuntarily respond.

“I want your cock,” she said simply.

For an instant Tom was speechless but then, the more he thought of it, the more the idea appealed to him. He’d wanted to fuck a girl for a long time now but he hadn’t known how to go about it. Now here was a girl offering herself to him—what did it matter that she was his own sister?

“Sure, why not?” he said with surprising calm.

“Well, come on then,” Becky said, taking his hand and leading him over to his bed.

Each teenager was certain that the other had plenty of fucking experience and they were each counting on the other to lead the way.  Neither wanted to admit that they were as cherry as the other and both hoped to bluff their way through this awkward fuck.

Becky acted very brazen, hoping to cover up her inexperience. She spread herself out on the bed and opened up her legs as she had seen the women in the magazines do. Her pussy was already wet and when she spread her thighs and heard her brother gasp, it got even wetter.

Like he had done it in front of a woman a million times, Tom opened his pants and wriggled out of them. He wanted to take his shirt off too, but he was afraid that if he waited too long his sister might change her mind about letting him fuck her. So, as he had watched the man do to the brunette the night before, he fell on top of Becky and probed around her cunt with the tip of his prick.

“Ohhh!” Becky gasped, all the air rushing out of her as her brother’s weight crashed down.

She kept perfectly still, not knowing how to move or even if she should move. She had seen lots of pictures of people fucking, but they had all been still photographs. The girl didn’t know how much motion fucking really had.

Her breathing grew hot and ragged as she felt her brother feeling around near the opening of her cunt. The tip of his prick knocked all around her cunt-hole and even hit it once but then bobbed away. Becky whimpered with anxiety, Why didn’t he just put it in her?

Tom grunted and thrust, but his cock just couldn’t seem to find her cunt-hole. Finally he reached down between them and grabbed his pounding prick. The size of his hard-on surprised even him, but he captured it and led the dripping tip to the equally wet mouth of her cunt.

Once he located his mark, Tom bucked his hips as he had watched so many other men do and almost to his surprise, he felt his cock forcing its way up into his sister’s pussy. He shoved again and sighed as more of his prick was surrounded by the soft, moist meat of Becky’s pussy.

Becky remained still while Tom started to fuck her. She let out short little yelps of pain as her cunt stretched around his cock. Although she has been finger-fucking herself for a long time, she had never taken anything into her cunt that felt anything near to having her brother’s prick in her pussy.

In the groove now, Tom jabbed his sister’s pussy, delighting in the way she held his cock so tightly. She was so soft on the inside! It wasn’t really anything like fucking his own hand and he knew he’d never be satisfied with beating his meat again after all this.

Using what he’d seen others do to guide him, Tom reached up under his sister’s blouse and cupped one of her small tits. When his fingers closed around the pointy cone, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.  It didn’t matter to him that his sister was not as voluptuous as many of the grown women he’d spied on. All he cared about was that Becky was here now, and he was fucking her. Her little titties could not have been more perfect to him.

“Move your ass,” he panted, fucking his whole cock into her pussy.

“Move with me, Beck, come on!”

Her teeth still clamped over her bottom lip with the strange feelings that caromed through her, Becky did her best to do what her brother wanted. She started slowly at first, rocking her hips with his rhythm.  But the more he fucked her, the more comfortable she became with the motion and before long her body was moving with Tom, helping him fuck her with long, deep, measured strokes.

“Like this?” she panted, taking his hard fucking. “Okay?”

“Ummm-hummm,” Tom replied, pounding her pussy with the full length of his prick.

Becky felt the juices from her cunt trickling out and running down between the cheeks of her ass. She also found that when she moved just right the base of her brother’s prick rubbed against her clit and made her feel extra good.

The juices that ran from her stuffed cunt-hole excited Becky and made her hump up at her brother faster and faster. She no longer suffered at all from taking her brother’s big prick. Now she felt lost and empty each time he pulled back and emptied her cunt. His cock soon became part of her, and Becky moaned in pleasure. Fucking was everything she had hoped it would be and she intended to do it often from now on.

Tom was having similar thoughts. His sister’s pussy fit around his prick-shaft and the way her moist, squishy insides held his prick and caressed it when he fucked in and out delighted the boy. His confidence soared when he heard his sister sighing with joy, too.

“You like it?” he grunted, thrusting with his cock. “Does it feel good to you, Beck? Huh? Do you like fucking me?”

“Hummm!” Becky moaned, too overcome to speak, “Hummm, yesss!”

She wanted to tell him that fucking his wonderful prick was the best thing that ever happened to her. She wanted to tell him that his cock felt better to her than anything she had ever felt before. She wanted to tell him that she hoped he would never stop fucking her, but the words just wouldn’t come so she moaned and mumbled her joy and tried to make him feel her ecstasy in the way she fucked back at him.

Their fucking got hotter and juicier. The precum that boiled from Tom’s prick mixed with the juices his cock forced out from deep within Becky’s cunt to form a fragrant, erotic mixture that spurred both of the horny teenagers on.

Tom fucked her with long, straight strokes. Then he pulled back and fucked her with just the tip of his cock, letting his own pleasure guide him. When he discovered something that felt especially good, he did it again and again, wanting to squeeze as much enjoyment as possible out of his first fuck.

Like the man he had watched the night before, Tom flipped her blouse up out of the way, baring her titties. First he just looked at them and then he bent down and took the tip of one in between his dry lips.

“Yehhh,” sighed Becky, arching up slightly to make her brother take in all of the tit that he could.

Tom licked the tit-tip and his dry lips and sucked in more of her tit-mound. His mouth opened wide and the soft white flesh filled it, making him breathe through his nose. Her nipple was far inside of his mouth now, and he let the tit pull back out of his oral grasp so that he could thump her nipple with his pointed tongue.

He flicked her nip and it made Becky squeal and squirm. Tom hadn’t expected such a reaction from her, but now that he’d gotten it, he didn’t let up.

Becky wriggled wildly, her whole body writhing around beneath him. Tom had trouble keeping his mouth plastered to her wet, wiggling tit but he did his best. It felt very sexy to have his sister undulating beneath him and he pressed down harder against her.

His cock was again completely buried in her pussy, and with the way she was writhing because of his tit-licking, Tom didn’t have to fuck his sister at all. Becky now did all the work, moving her cunt around and around rather than up and down the swollen shaft of her brother’s cock.

The more she moved, the harder Tom hammered on her tit-tip with his tongue. His breath shot out of his nostrils like fire from a dragon as he felt his cock begin to tingle with the familiar sensation of impending orgasm. He prayed briefly that his sister would not suddenly pull away from him when he started to come. He wanted more than anything to fill her pussy with his hot load of creamy cum.

But Becky was too turned on to even think about taking or not taking her brother’s jizz. His mouth tortured her with pleasure, and she writhed around, her clit sometimes grinding against the base of his prick and making her move even faster than before. She wiggled and snorted, her eyes closed and her lovely face flushed as she got her older brother off.

Tom chewed on her tit harder as he felt the tide in his balls grow more and more violent. He didn’t know if he should warn his sister or not that his cream was about to erupt. His eyes were open wide, and he looked up the side of Becky’s smiling, panting face. He had never seen her look more beautiful.

Becky felt that familiar knot in her belly and she knew she was about to come, too. She had never come with a cock in her pussy before, and she just knew that this orgasm would be the best of her entire life.  She wiggled around and around, pushing her cunt down around the base of Tom’s prick. She wanted to have all of his cock inside her when the magic moment arrived.

She could feel Tom’s hot breath against her neck and it sent little shivers of excitement down her side. Along with the goose bumps it aroused, she also felt her nipple go harder and stiffer in his mouth.  His tongue lashed it again and Becky let out another high, thin squeal.

Tom reached beneath his undulating sister and grabbed the cheeks of her ass. He held her tightly, trying to hold her still enough that he could fuck her a few last times. The soft flesh of her naked ass filled his palms and he gouged at it with his fingertips, digging into her skin to tame and break her.

With his strong hands holding her that way, Becky could not move as freely as before. But it didn’t much matter because her motions had already taken their toll. When her brother plowed his cock straight down into her one final time, that was all it took to send the young girl over the edge.

“Tommmyyy!” she squealed, her whole body quaking with release.

“Iiiieee!”

Tom leaned against her heavily to keep her from throwing him right off of her. His cock was buried to the root in the undulating chamber of her pussy and then her orgasm reached its peak. It proved too much for the inexperienced fucker, and he let his sister have the load of cream his balls had cooked up for her.

“Agag, gahhh!” he grunted, letting her tit loose and holding her jerking body tight against him. “Ahhh!”

The two of them writhed and spasmed together, neither of them knowing just what would happen next. Their orgasms danced and dove together, one feeding off the other and regenerating itself. The moment went on and on, gathering strength and then ebbing, only to be revived again. But, at last they could come no more and they lay in each other’s arms panting and sighing with relief. Neither wanted to admit that it had been their first fuck, but both of the teenagers knew it would not be their last—with each other or with others.