When Sandy drove Biff home, he tried to make another date with her. But she told him to call her in a few days.
Biff worried about what he'd told Sandy. If he spoiled his chances to fuck her again, he would never forgive himself.
But before Biff called Sandy, she called him.
"I've been thinking about what you said about my mother," Sandy said to Biff on the phone.
"Yeah, me too," Biff said. "You probably were right about there being a man here. Or maybe my mother was moaning in pain."
Just hearing Sandy's voice again was stiffening Biff's prick. He was eager to patch things up with her so he could fuck her again.
"I don't know," Sandy said. "My mother told me she is going out with your mother tonight. Then she asked me what I was doing tonight, as though she was making sure I wouldn't be around the house."
"Really?" Biff asked. "My mother did say she was going out. But she didn't say she was going with your mother."
"That seems suspicious, doesn't it?" Sandy asked.
"I don't know," Biff said.
"Well, I have an idea," Sandy said. "Why don't you meet me at the coffee shop at the corner at eight-thirty?"
Biff agreed to meet her there. He could guess what Sandy had in mind. And it did seem exciting. But he hoped most of all that they could keep on fucking. After all, Sandy had been the best thing that had ever happened to Biff and he didn't want to lose her.
At eight-thirty, Biff was in the coffee shop waiting for Sandy. It was the same place he had met her when they first got together again. Biff realized how his life had changed since that meeting. He'd been a horny kid then. And now he fancied himself an experienced man.
When Sandy came in, Biff was as excited as he always was when he saw her, even though they had no plans to fuck that evening.
"My mother practically threw me out of the house," Sandy said. "I told her I was going to the movies to see a double feature. I told her there were two movies I've been dying to see, so she won't worry about my coming home early."
"Is my mother there?" Biff asked.
"Not yet," Sandy said. "But my mother is expecting her any minute. And the way my mother is getting all dolled up, I have to admit that you might be right about them making it together."
"Maybe we should just forget about that," Biff said. "It's probably nothing. I never should have mentioned it."
"I'm glad you did," Sandy said. "I really don't care what my mother does. But I can't stop thinking about it. Once I know for sure, I don't think it'll matter. I just have to know, that's all."
"What do you plan to do?"
"I'm going to peek into my mother's room," Sandy said. "That is, if she goes into her room with your mother. They might go somewhere else."
"How are you going to peek?" Biff asked.
"Don't worry," Sandy said. "There is a way. I've peeked before. Remember I told you I peeked at someone fucking once, after you peeked in at me?"
"Oh yeah," Biff said softly. He didn't like being reminded that he'd been caught peeking at Sandy.
"You do want to come with me, don't you?" Sandy asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," Biff said.
He really did want to see his mother and Marge in bed together. In fact, he couldn't think of anything he'd rather see. But he was worried about what Sandy might do once she found out for sure that her mother and his were lovers. If it meant losing Sandy, he would rather not peek.
"Come on," Sandy said. "We'll walk around the block and see if your mother's car is at my house."
June's car was in front of Sandy's house. Biff began to get excited. Being able to see their mothers in bed together was thrilling.
Sandy led Biff into the back yard of her house. There were bushes under the windows that would hide them, and they could see into the windows without much trouble.
June and Marge were in the living room. They were sitting in separate chairs, sipping drinks. They were talking, but the kids couldn't hear what was being said.
"I don't think anything's going to happen," Biff whispered.
"We'll have to wait," Sandy said. "Even you and I don't start fucking as soon as we see each other."
"True," Biff admitted. But he was getting nervous about being caught. That would certainly get in the way of his fucking Sandy, not to mention what it would do to his and his mother's relationship.
"Look at how my mother is dressed," Sandy said. "She only dresses like that when she goes out on a date."
Biff had noticed Marge's low-cut dress. Her tits were practically spilling out of it.
"Maybe she is going on a date," fluff said. "Maybe they are going on a double date."
As much as Biff would have liked to see the two women making love, he would rather go to his house with Sandy and do their own lovemaking. But Sandy was determined.
The kids kept low in the bushes. Every few minutes, Sandy would peek into the window, then report to Biff what she had seen.
"They're still sitting there," she would say. Once, though, Sandy remained peeking longer than before. And when she knelt down beside Biff again, she seemed, stunned.
Biff's heart began to race. He could tell that Sandy had seen something interesting.
"Take a look," she finally whispered hoarsely. Biff was so excited, his legs would hardly lift him. But when he looked into the room it was empty.
"They're gone," he said to Sandy. "Come on!" Sandy said as she grabbed Biff's hand and pulled him along after her.
She led him to the back door of the house. When he saw where she was taking him, Biff put on the brakes.
"Come on!" Sandy repeated.
"I'm not going in," Biff said. "They'll catch us!"
"No they won't," Sandy whispered stubbornly.
"Just keep quiet."
But Biff still refused to move.
"They were kissing, Biff!" Sandy told him. "And my mother was feeling your mother's twat."
That loosened up Biff's refusal to enter the house. He had to see his mother in action!
Sandy tiptoed into the house, Biff followed. She led him into her bedroom. Biff didn't understand how they were going to peek at Marge and his mother.
But when Sandy opened the door to her closet, Biff saw that Sandy had set a chair in there. Looking up, above the chair, he saw light pouring into the closet from a vent near the ceiling.
Moving slowly and quietly, Sandy stepped up onto the chair. She looked into the vent. The light from Marge's room came through the vent and made a pattern of lines across Sandy's face.
When Biff saw Sandy lift her hand to her mouth in astonishment, he stepped up onto the chair beside Sandy.
There wasn't much room on the chair or at the vent. The two peeking kids had to hold on to each other so they wouldn't fall off the chair. They pressed their heads together so they could both see through the vent.
The sight that met Biff's eyes made him gasp.
His mother and Marge were lying on Marge's bed. They were both still dressed, but June's blouse was unbuttoned, her tits were exposed, and Marge was kissing them.
The kids looked at each other for a split second in amazement before turning their gaze to the perversion again.
As Marge kissed and sucked June's tits, she was tugging June's skirt up. The peeping kids saw the pink material of June's underpants shine as the skirt was lifted. Then they saw Marge slip her hand into June's panties and caress her cunt.
Again the kids looked at each other in wide-eyed amazement. When they looked back through the vent, the women were kissing each other deeply.
"Let's get undressed," Marge said.
The women stood up one on either side of the bed, and began taking off their clothes.
When Marge pulled her sexy dress up over her head, she was left standing in an outfit that Biff had only seen in magazines. Marge was wearing a funny bra that fit under her tits – it left her big round nipples exposed. And rather than pantyhose, she had on a garter belt holding up old-fashioned stockings. Beneath the garter belt was the tiniest pair of panties Biff had ever seen. And they were so sheer he could see her dark pubic triangle right through it.
Biff was amazed. And, needless to say, wild with lust.
Biff looked at his mother. She was pulling down her underpants. Biff had peeked through her bedroom window only a few weeks before, but he hadn't remembered how beautiful she was naked. June's tits hung down when she bent over. But when she stood up they were quite firm – not as firm as Sandy's, though.
Marge took off her weird bra. Now Biff could see why she wore it. Without that bra, her tits sagged a lot. But they were so big they couldn't help but sag, he could see.
"I forgot how gorgeous your body is," Marge said to June.
"Oh, I'd love to have tits as big as yours," June said.
"Do you like them?" Marge said, as she lifted her gigantic tits in her hands. "Then kiss them."
The women crawled onto the bed, embraced and kissed. Then June began kissing and sucking Marge's huge tits.
It was quite a shock for a young boy to see his mother kissing another woman's tits. But it was a wildly exciting shock. Biff wouldn't have missed it for the world.
June was holding one of Marge's tits in both her hands while she sucked its big, pink nipple.
Biff had his arm around Sandy so she wouldn't fall. He felt her body tremble. When he looked over at her face he saw that she looked shocked and scared. Biff worried that Sandy wouldn't want to continue watching. If she didn't, could he go on peeking alone? It didn't seem that he could. But the young girl kept watching, even though she didn't seem to be getting the same perverted kick that Biff was from the scene.
Biff remembered how he had seen Marge jerking off when he was a small kid. He hadn't been able to appreciate that at the time. But he sure was enjoying this.
His mother was giving Marge's tits a real workout. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself immensely.
The kids could hear June's mouth sucking and kissing Marge's tits. It was almost as though they were right there in the bedroom with the two women.
As she sucked Marge's tits, June reached down to Marge's pussy and wrapped her hand around the curl-covered cunt mound.
The kids' view was from the foot of the bed, so they could see everything in great detail. They could even see June's middle finger disappear as it curled into Marge's cunt.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Sandy sighed quietly.
Biff looked at her again. Now her face showed pleasure. So she was enjoying this show, Biff thought. He hoped she wouldn't make too much noise, though. Getting caught was too horrible to even think about.
June was finger-fucking Marge deeply and eagerly. She was still sucking Marge's tits, too.
Then Marge began sucking June's tits. June's finger was still in Marge's cunt. And Marge reached for June's cunt. Soon, they each had a finger up the other's pussy.
Sandy shook again. Then she began moving about until Biff was afraid she would fall off the chair. When he looked over at her again, he was flabbergasted. She was cramming a hand down her own pants!
Biff looked from Sandy to the women in the other room and back to Sandy. He didn't know which was more exciting. Sandy was playing with herself as she watched! And she didn't seem to mind that Biff was right beside her.
When Biff looked again into Marge's room, he saw Marge take her finger from his mother's cunt. She put the finger into her mouth, sucking June's pussy juice from it. Then she put it back into June's pussy.
These two women were too much, Biff thought, especially his mother, whom he had never dreamed would do such things.
Now Marge was sucking June's tits. And they still fingered each other's cunts.
"Uh-h-h-h-h," Sandy sighed, as she played with her pussy.
Biff looked at her with his teeth bared – a sign for her to be quiet. She nodded at him, agreeing to be quiet. Biff looked down and saw the front of her jeans squirming as her hand inside rubbed her cunt.
The front of Biff's jeans were moving too, but his hand wasn't inside them. His prick was throbbing violently.
Biff wanted to take his prick out and jerk off. But even though Sandy was jerking off beside him, he felt inhibited.
So Biff stood there, going wild, watching his mother and Sandy's mother making perverted love to each other while Sandy stood next to him jerking off.
Meanwhile, in Marge's room, Marge began to sink down June's body. Biff knew she was going to eat his mother's cunt.
Rather than climb between June's legs, though, Marge spun herself around on her ass. Now her head was near June's cunt while her own cunt was near June's face.
June spread her legs and Marge stuck her head between them. Marge's enormous tits spread over June's stomach as Marge lapped June's cunt.
Now Biff thought he'd better pull out his prick. If he didn't, he was going to come right in his pants. Sandy was working at her pussy with more enthusiasm than ever. Still, Biff felt embarrassed.
The women were lying on their sides. Marge's head was bobbing up and down between June's thighs. June was looking at Marge's cunt and running her fingers along the lips.
Finally, June leaned, her head forward. Her tits pressed against Marge's belly. Her face vanished and Biff knew she was licking Marge's cunt.
That was the last straw. If his mother could suck Marge's cunt, and if Sandy could stand right beside him and jerk off, he could jerk off too!
As he struggled to unzip his fly and get his monstrous cock out, he had to be careful not to fall off the chair. It wasn't easy.
In the corner of his eye, Biff saw Sandy glance down quickly to see what he was doing. That almost made him lose his nerve. Rut then he saw Sandy look up at him and smile. That smile dispelled his embarrassment, and he grabbed his prick.
Weird sounds began coming through the vent. They weren't like any moans of passion that Biff had ever beard before. Then he realized that their mothers moans were being muffled by the cunts in the women's faces.
The women clutched at each other as their heads continued bobbing at each other's pussies. The muffled moans became louder, more frantic.
Biff was pumping his prick now. He and Sandy were wobbling on the chair.
As Marge and June kept sucking each other's cunts, the bed began bouncing with their rocking and writhing. Marge gripped June's asscheeks tightly in her hands as she ate her pussy. June's hands were behind Marge's knees, pulling Marge's legs apart.
"Uh-h-h," Biff panted suddenly as jism began shooting from his prick.
"Sh-h-h-h!" Sandy hissed.
But there wasn't much danger of the women hearing a few grunts or moans from the vent. They were making too much noise themselves.
Biff wasn't the only one coming. Judging by the sounds coming from the kids' mothers, they were coming too. And Sandy was making strange noises in her throat. Biff guessed that she was struggling to keep her cries of passion quiet as she rubbed herself off.
Finally, the women on the bed were still. Then they took their faces from each other's crotches and lay side by side.
"I love the way you stick your tongue way up my cunt," Marge was saying.
The mothers complimented each other on their cunt-lapping technique for a while. Then they lay still.
Now the kids had to be very quiet too. They had gotten this far without being caught. If they could only slip out of the house it would be perfect.
Biff shoved his prick back into his pants. Sandy pulled her hand from her cunt.
Sandy motioned for Biff to step down from the chair. He took one last look at the gorgeous naked chicks in the next room. Then he carefully got down.
Sandy stepped down next. Then they slowly and silently crept out of the house. Once outside, they began to run. It wasn't easy to move slowly when you wanted to get away.
The kids stopped running at the corner and began walking slowly.
"God, I never thought my mother would do something like that," Sandy said. "It's so weird!"
"Yeah," Biff agreed. "I never thought my mother would do it either. But then I never thought I would like to eat a cunt, but I ate yours."
"Yeah. And before I went away to college, I would never have dreamed of sucking a cock," Sandy said. "But all the other girls did, so I tried it. And I love it."
Biff and Sandy got into Sandy's car and drove to Biff's house. They knew that June wouldn't be home for a while. And they wanted to try some of the things they had once thought they would never do.