It was obvious Arlene was miserable. As she caressed her sister, she wondered why it had taken so long for them to discover themselves. Each was hot-blooded, and apparently always had been, but concealed it. Still, as Arlene had said, there had been little signs, little hints, a word there and a word here. But they had both missed it.
Peggy wondered if she would have let her sister lick her cunt when they had been girls, if she had known Arlene had felt her up as she slept. She decided she probably would have. She had been such a hot little ass in those days, and the heat was still there. Yes, Peggy thought, she would have let Arlene suck her cunt. Perhaps she would have returned the favor, put her face between Arlene's thighs. It would probably have been better than jacking off horny boys and suffering with need, herself. At least that way, she could have enjoyed orgasms without resorting to her own fingers.
Her hand rested on Arlene's tits. She felt it moving as her sister breathed. She cupped the tit, kissing Arlene's forehead tenderly. Arlene moaned softly and pushed her tit into Peggy's hand firmly, sliding her own under Peggy's skin.
"Peggy, you're not ashamed, are you?" Arlene asked in a soft, hesitant voice.
"No way, Arlene," Peggy said. "I needed it as much as you, you know."
Arlene ran, her hand up Peggy's skirt, hugging her hips. Peggy murmured softly and began to fondle Arlene's tit, squeezing it, teasing the nipple with her thumb. She moved her hand down into the blouse and bra, closing her hand over her sister's tit.
It felt strange, holding a tit that wasn't her own, but she found it exciting. She stroked and squeezed, making her sister purr softly. Her other hand moved beneath Arlene's skirt, sliding up the soft, satiny flesh of her thigh. Arlene opened her knees, and Peggy didn't hesitate to cup the bubbling wetness of her pussy, feeling it through her skimpy panties. The feel of a cunt other than her own was also strange and exciting, and she rubbed a finger up and down the slit of Peggy's cunt, feeling through the wet panties. Arlene squirmed her ass on the couch, purring hotly. Peggy moved her fingers into the elastic waistband of Arlene's panties, her fingers sliding smoothly through the blonde cunt hair. She touched her sister's knotted clit, making Arlene's hips jerk and a soft, excited gasp come from her throat.
"Oh, yes, Peggy!" she cried hotly, lifting her hips.
Peggy slipped a finger into her sister's cunt, and fucked it in and put slowly. The wet heat, the tightness, excited her, and she pumped the finger back and forth to the slow rhythm of Arlene's hips. Finger-fucking another woman sent shivers of erotic heat through Peggy, and she closed her eyes to savor the feel, the wanton moment of touching and caressing this overheated pussy.
"Oooops!" a male voice gasped.
Peggy jumped.
Arlene jerked her head off Peggy's tits, trying to shove her skirt down.
Her face burned with embarrassment as she saw her nephew, Ted, standing in the open doorway.
Peggy yanked her hand out of her sister's panties and sat upright, trying to appear calm.
Ted, his eyes enormous, didn't seem to know what to do. He averted his gaze quickly, but Peggy knew he had gotten a good look at what she and Arlene had been doing with each other. Ted turned, trying to walk and keep his back to them at the same time – but Peggy had seen the swift hardening of his cock inside his pants before he turned. She watched her son disappear into the kitchen.
"Oh, God!" Arlene gasped. "He caught us, Peggy! He saw what we were doing! I'll die of shame, especially if he tells Henry."
"You'll live, Arlene," Peggy said softly, kissing her sister's mouth quickly. "I have a hunch Ted understands."
"How could he understand this?" Arlene asked. "He's too young to know what it is, what misery we both feel."
"I still think he understands," Peggy said. "I'm not going to stay to find out," Arlene replied, getting to her feet. "Let me use your car, Peggy. I'll bring it back tomorrow, then we can pickup wine."
"Take it," Peggy offered. "The keys are in my purse."
"God, I hope he doesn't tell Henry," Arlene said, and she was gone.
I hope he does, Peggy thought, the idea forming in her mind before she was really aware of it. She had wondered how a mother seduced her young son. She still didn't know, but it couldn't be any different than what she had done with boys as a teenaged girl. Ted was so horny, she felt he would welcome an extra hand on his cock to help him come, whether it was his mother's hand or some little girl's hand.
She heard him run water in the kitchen, and stood up. Her legs were weak and rubbery again, but not from having an orgasm now. They were weak with excitement. Her mind was spinning with what she was going to do. The fact that Ted might refuse her never entered her mind. She felt that a boy that jacked off almost constantly would be delighted with what she was going to do with him.
Ted was standing at the kitchen sink, leaning forward and drinking a glass of water. She looked at him, seeing his youth, his hair getting a little shaggy, the worn places of his jeans, the t-shirt with the rock emblem on the back. For the first time, she noticed it was the rock singer, Madonna.
She slipped up behind her son, wrapping her arms about his waist and hugging him, nuzzling her lips against the top of his head.
"Were you embarrassed, honey?" she asked softly, brushing her lips through his hair.
"A little, Mom," he said.
"Only a little?"
"Just a little," he replied, and she detected a subtle pressure of his young ass pushing back at her.
She wanted to drop her hands to the front of his jeans, but it wasn't time yet, she felt. She had to be absolutely certain of his cooperation. She drew her hands under his t-shirt, and tickled his tiny nipples. At the same time, she pushed her tits at his head, his neck between them. She pressured her cunt into his back, and rubbed very slowly. Ted made a soft sound in his throat, his young body trembling.
"You weren't shocked?" Peggy whispered.
"No," he said, his voice thick.
"Why weren't you?"
"I just wasn't," he said.
"I bet I know why," Peggy whispered very softly. "I bet I know what you've been doing, too."
"Aw, Mom," he murmured.
"I saw it on your sheet yesterday," she purred softly, caressing his chest tenderly, her fingers moving downward. "You have to be more careful, if you don't want me to know."
"Know what?" he groaned, not willing to confess.
"That you are… playing with yourself."
"I'm not doing…"
"Yes, you are," she said softly, and her fingertips were resting on his belt buckle. "I've known about it for weeks, darling. You don't have to be ashamed. All boys do it, and I guess you know girls do, too."
Ted didn't reply.
"Did you see much when you came in?" she asked, her fingers dropping below his belt buckle.
"A little," he replied, shivering as he leaned back against his mother. He could feel her warm tits on his shoulders. "Not very much."
"Then you know what was happening?"
"I know, Mom."
"Did what you saw excite you?"
He nodded, not trusting his voice.
"I knew it did," Peggy said, and shoved her right hand down to his crotch.
Ted gasped, but didn't jerk away.
Peggy felt her son's cock pressing in hardness at his pants, and she curled her fingers about his hidden balls. She squeezed them, mewling softly as she pressed her body hard against his back. She squeezed his balls again, then dropped her other hand to feel his throbbing cock. She stroked the hardness through his pants, holding his balls in her other hand.
"Ohhh, baby!" she cried softly. "You're so hard!"
"Mom, I can't help it!"
"I know you can't," she said, kissing the top of his head. She tried to close her fingers about his cock, but his jeans were too tight. "Would you be embarrassed, or ashamed, if Mother helped you out, Ted?"
"Oh, Mom!" he groaned, pushing his hardon into her palm.
That was all the answer Peggy needed.
Feverishly, she opened his pants. She gave a hot sobbing sound as her fingers entered his fly and pulled the youth's hot, hard cock free. She closed her fist around his cock, squeezing hard, making her son moan in pleasure. The heat sent wild, erotic messages up her arm, into her whirling mind, and then down to her cunt.
"God, you're so hard!" she moaned, stroke her fist back and forth, jacking his prick with slow motion, the feel of it exciting her more than she had expected. "So very hard, baby? My, and it's long and thick, too!"
"What are you gonna do, Mom?" he asked, his voice breaking.
"Jack you off, what else?" she giggled wickedly, speeding up the pumping movement of her fist. "Don't you like it better when someone else is jacking your cock?"
"Oh, Mom, it's great!"
"Turn around," she hissed. "Let me see it, Ted! I want to see your cock, now!"
Ted turned, his face shining with delight, eyes big. A huge grin spread over his young face. But Peggy didn't see thatd her eyes were on her son's cock. It was the first cock she had seen since her divorce. Ted's cock was longer than she would have thought for his age. And so very thick. The cockhead was swollen, and she saw the small piss-hole oozing a bead of juice. Ted stood there, not blushing at all beneath his mother's admiring gaze.
"It's beautiful!" Peggy whispered softly, reaching for his cock again. "So big and hard and beautiful! No wonder you jack it off all the time, baby. I'd do it too, if it was mine."
She ran her thumb over the cockhead, then his piss-hole, wiping away the seeping pre-cum. Ted made a whimpering sound, his body shaking. His eyes were now on his mother's tits. He couldn't see them, but the top buttons of her blouse were open, and he could see the creamy upper swells.
Peggy understood the hunger in his eyes.
"Touch them," she whispered.
Ted's face lifted to hers. "Can I? Really, Mom? I can touch you… touch them?"
Smiling, Peggy gripped his cock hard, her other hand lifting his and placing it on her tit. "There. Does that show you I mean it, honey?"
"Gosh, Mom!" Ted choked, squeezing her tit through her blouse and bra. "They're so soft, but still firm!"
Peggy's eyes half closed in pleasure as her son squeezed her tit. She pumped on his cock, feeling it throb in her hand. She wanted to lift his precious hot balls out, to feel them, see how loaded they were. But she was getting so excited, jerking on his cock, panting with growing need, she stood still, only her hand moving. She felt her son's hips pumping back and forth with her hand.
She lifted the front of her skin, and Ted drew back, keeping hold of her tit, watching as she lifted her dress. His eyes turned hotter as he saw his mother's satiny thighs, then her wispy panties. He made a choking sound as he stared at the triangled shape of her cunt hair that was visible through the thin panties.
Peggy pulled his cock forward, brushing the dripping cockhead over her thigh. Ted was holding his breath, watching his cock touch her leg. Peggy, too, was holding her breath, her excitement almost out of control. She rubbed the head of her son's cock over the front of her panties, leaving wetness there. Using her free hand, she pulled the waist of her panties away from her stomach, and Ted moaned as he saw the curly soft hairs of his mother's cunt. Before he could spend much time staring, she pulled the head of his hard cock forward, and she ran the bulging prickhead through the dark hair of her pussy, mewling at the contact. Her cunt was on fire again, the puffy pussy lips clamping of their own volition, her clit as hard as his cock.
"Oh, my God, baby!" she breathed, puffing his cock out of her panties and sliding it beneath her crotch.
She felt the heat of his prick searing the lips of her cunt through the skimpy panties. She closed her thighs about his prick, and shot her hands behind him, grasping his young ass in her palms. She pulled him tightly against her, leaning back a bit, her cunt pushed forward.
"Ohhhh, feel that, Ted?" she gasped. "Can you feel how hot and wet Mother is? Ohhh, baby, I can feel your cock there… feel it throb against Mother's pussy. Ooooh, rub it back and forth, baby!"
Ted jerked his hips, sliding his cock along the crotch of his mother's panties. His eyes smoldered and his mouth was open. Peggy clutched his young ass as tight as she could, her thighs pressing around his cock. The sliding, rubbing hardness on her cunt slit and clit made her tremble with weakness.
"Hold my titties, darling!" she groaned. "Oh, baby, stick your hands inside my bra and hold Mother's titties!"
Eagerly, the boy opened her blouse, causing a couple of buttons to pop loose. Her bra opened in front, and although he didn't know how to work the catch, he managed to get it open. His eyes widened as he saw his mother's firm tits bulging out at him, right there in front of his face, her nipples swollen into two stiff peaks.
"Suck them!" she hissed urgently, ramming her pelvis back and forth, fucking his cock with her tight thighs, sliding it along the swollen lips of her pantied cunt. "Suck my titties, Ted! Ohhhh, baby, take Mother's nipples in your mouth and suck them hard!"
With a growl, Ted gulped one of his mother's hot tits into his mouth, sucking hungrily, his tongue twisting and swirling on the sensitive tit tip. Peggy whimpered with pleasure and pounded her hips back and forth, fucking on his cock with her clamped thighs. They were slippery with his seeping pre-cum and the cunt juice that drenched her panties.
"Ram it, baby!" she moaned, twisting her ass. "Slide your cock back and forth! Ohhh, God, Ted… your cock is so hot!"
Ted made wet sounds as he sucked her tits, going from one to the other, taking them as deep as he could into his hot, wet mouth. His balls were starting to ache. He was afraid to come, and he was afraid not to come. Either way, he was going to come.
He pulled his mouth off her tit, his young face contorted with almost agonized ecstasy. "Mom, I gotta stop!"
"No, you don't!" she hissed, puffing his hips against her pressing crotch. "You don't have to stop! Ohhhh, baby, keep moving! God, you're burning me up with this hard cock, Ted! Push it… slide it faster! Ooooh, I think I'm going to… to…"
The yelp from her son cut her words off.
She felt the gushing wetness on her thighs as his cock spurted. It ran down the insides of her thighs. She clutched her son tightly, pressing her legs around his cum-spurting cock as tight as she could. She felt his hot legs around his cum spurting cock as tight as she could. She felt his hot jism splash against the crotch of her panties, scaring her cunt. She heard her son grunt with each powerful spurt, his cock jerking against her flesh as he came.
Over and over, Ted sprayed cock cream over her thighs and her panties. Peggy relished it, the hot, slippery feel of it on her flesh. Her cunt was fiery, extremely fiery, but she wasn't coming with him. Frantic, she squeezed her fingers into his tight, clenching ass, moaning as she tried to bring on her own climax. She shot her hips forward, then backward, fucking his jizz gushing cock with her thighs, but it didn't do any good. She felt his cock soften between her legs, and she whined in disappointment.
Ted slumped, his own legs rubbery now. Peggy watched his cummy cock dangle, and placed her palm on it tenderly.
"Don't worry about that," she said softly. "The main point is making you feel good."
She wanted to drop to her knees and kiss that cock, take it into her mouth and hold it there, taste it. But that might be too much of a shock for his young mind, she felt. There were other things first, things that would prepare him for what she wanted to do with him.
Her skirt had fallen down when he pulled from her, and she could feel his hot turn running along her inner thighs. With a giggle, she took a paper towel from the rack and moistened it under the kitchen faucet. Without any show of shyness, she lifted her dress and cleaned her thighs and the crotch of her panties. Ted watched with interest.
Tossing the paper towel away, she looked at him.
"Does that give you ideas, baby?" she asked in a sensuous voice.
"What kind of ideas, Mom?" he asked, his eyes starting to sparkle.
"Come with me, darling," she said, taking his hand. "It's time you found something to do with your lovely cock besides jack off all the time."