"Ohhh, no!" Peggy whimpered softly, feeling her son's cock squirting. She quickly cupped the swollen prick-head, feeling the hot come juice spurt into her hand.
While Jeff came off in her hand, Peggy's cunt squeezed in a contraction that almost made her cry out in ecstasy. She stood there, pressed against the wall of the house, watching Joey squirt come juice into his mother's ecstatic face, her son coming off in her hand, and her cunt going through series after series of delicious, steamy orgasms.
Her mind was reeling. This was not sup posed to happen; Jeff was not supposed to come; Jeff was not supposed to take his cock out of his pants; Jeff was not supposed to…
But he had.
And Peggy was clinging to her son's cock and coming so strongly her knees almost doubled, her legs shaking very badly. She clung to the swollen head of Jeff's cock, feeling his hot cum juice smearing her palm, dripping between her fingers… and she came and came and came.
It seemed a long time before she calmed down. She pulled her hand from her son's cock and wiped her hand on her dress, not looking at him. Jeff was breathing heavily from the discharge, and Peggy hoped those in the bedroom could not hear him.
Joey was now smearing the head of his cock about his mother's face, wiping his prick through the viscous come juice that glistened on her flesh. The woman was licking at his cock with her tongue every time his prick came within reach. After a while, Joey sat down on the bed, leaning at the headboard, his knees bent. His cock and balls dangled there, and the woman kept trying to shove her face into them, but Joey would push her away.
"Not yet, fucking cunt mother," he said. "I'll tell you when you can suck my cock."
"Yes Joey," his mother said almost shyly. "You tell me when to take it in my cock sucking mouth, darling." She lifted the corner of the sheet and wiped her face, then seemed to wait patiently until her son wanted her again.
Peggy thought about leaving, but she had a hunch there would be more in a few minutes.
Jeff stayed, too, of course, and his cock had been replaced in his pants. Peggy's palm felt sticky, but it also felt good. She thought about bringing her palm to her mouth and licking at it, but felt her son would notice, and then he would want something else from her. Perhaps he would even try to fuck her when they got back home. Peggy didn't think she was ready for that. She didn't think she was ready to have Jeff fuck her, but there was something going on in the back of her mind, something that seemed to be pushing her into it. She wondered, briefly, what it would be like to have her son fuck her, the way Joey had fucked his mother. No, not that way! Peggy, if she fucked Jeff, would not want it violent that way. She had no desire to be abused in any way.
This mother, however, seemed to thrive on being abused by her son in any way he wanted.
"Suck my ass," Joey said. Peggy gasped.
"Are you gonna suck my asshole, fucking cunt mother?"
"You know I will, Joey," the woman replied. "You know I'll do anything you want me to do, anything."
"Then suck my fucking asshole!"
"Sit on my face!" the woman urged in a thick voice. "Sit your sweet ass in my face, and I'll suck it good for you. I'll tongue-fuck you in your sweet asshole, Joey!"
"I know you will," he said, climbing on top of his mother, facing her feet. "Because if you don't stick your fucking tongue up my asshole, I'm gonna pull your fucking nipples off!"
He squatted in his mother's face, his knees apart. Peggy and Jeff could see his cock and balls, and could also see the woman's tongue dart against his asshole. Joey twisted and pulled at his mother's long nipples as he twisted his ass into her mouth. The woman was moaning again, the sounds muffled now because she was sucking at her son's asshole as her tongue fucked in and out.
Peggy felt her son's hand sliding about her ass. She turned and looked at him. The light from the bedroom was on his face, and he was smiling, his eyes bright with desire. Peggy returned her son's smile, and turned back to what was happening in the bedroom. There was no harm in Jeff feeling her ass, she felt. After all, she allowed him to fuck her fist and even come off into her hand. Besides, he was very excited, and it would be terrible to make him suffer. He wanted to touch her, to feel her ass as they watched this crazy mother and son fucking and sucking and everything else.
If Jeff wanted to feel her ass while they watched, there would be no harm in that, she decided. He was moving his hand about her ass almost shyly, as though he expected his mother to make him stop. Peggy wiggled her ass, away of letting him know it was okay.
On the bed, Joey was pulling hard on his mother's nipples as he began to grind his ass into her mouth. There wasn't much Peggy and Jeff could see now, except Joey's cock and balls on his mother's chin, and the way she smashed her mouth into his asshole. They could see, too, right up between the woman's legs, could see her hairy cunt, could watch her writhe her naked ass, open and close her thighs. They could hear, too, the moist sucking, sounds the woman made on her son's asshole. Now and then Joey would lean forward and thrust a couple of fingers into his mother's cunt. When he did that, she would lift her ass from the bed and try to make her son fuck her this way, but Joey refused.
"Eat my asshole, damn you!" he shouted. "You can finger-fuck your own fucking cunt when you finish! Tongue my ass, cunt mother! Eat my ass out… Shove your tongue way up my fucking asshole. Cunt, bitch… Asshole cunt-sucking mother!"
The woman apparently loved it when her son talked that way to her. It was obvious in her movements, in the hungry sounds she made as she licked, and sucked and tongue fucked her son's asshole.
Jeff was now squeezing her ass cheek, and Peggy looked at him again. Jeff didn't turn his face toward her; he kept gazing at the two on the bed. Peggy liked the way her son squeezed her ass and quickly, before she could change her mind, lifted her skirt and placed his hand on her panties.
Then Jeff looked at her.
Peggy grinned at him, very lewdly. "Play with it while we watch them," she whispered.
Her hand moved to the front of his pants and found his cock hard again. He had not zipped his fly. With her son's hand feeling about her ass, Peggy slipped her hand into his fly and pulled his cock out, stroking his prick now as they turned their attention back to the bedroom. Peggy turned loose of Jeff's cock, sliding her hands back into his open fly. She cupped his balls tenderly, rolling them about in her palm. Encouraged, Jeff shoved his hand down the elastic of his mother's panties, feeling the smooth heat of her naked ass, finding the split between her ass cheeks. Peggy shivered as her son fondled her ass inside her panties, and she pulled her hand from his pants and began to jack on his cock.
"I'm gonna come again!" they heard Joey groaning. His cock was standing out hard, jerking up and down, and he was still grinding his asshole into his mother's face. He dug his hands hard into his mother's tits, and thick come juice spurted over the woman's trembling stomach, some of it flying as far as her cunt hair. Time and again, Joey came, spewing come juice until his mother's stomach was drenched. It seemed to Peggy that the woman was so intensely aroused by having her son squirt come juice onto her body that she was sucking wildly at his asshole, twisting her hips hard, and probably coming herself.
Jeff was clutching her ass hard, and his cock throbbed hotly in her fist. Peggy pumped on her son's prick without hesitation now, thrilled to have his cock in her hand. She seemed to have a problem deciding what to hold and caress because she kept scooting her hand into his pants to fondle his balls, then returning to jacking him again. She found herself wishing Jeff would slide his hand around in front, feel her cunt, rub at her swollen clit, maybe even stick a finger up her tight, scalding wet cunt. But he seemed to be content feeling about her ass at the moment. She wondered if Jeff would come again, and decided, if he did, she would keep jacking him off and help him splatter the side of the house with that come juice. It would be a waste of come juice, she thought, but there was no place else for him to come at the moment.
At the moment!
Peggy was almost shocked by what she felt go through her mind. It had been a fast thought, very fleeting.
I've got to turn him over to Sandra, and fast! She told herself. The fleeting idea had jumped into her mind that all she had to do was lift her skirt, stretch the crotch of her panties to one side, and her son could fuck her quickly from behind as they stood there.
On the bed, Joey was standing up, straddling his mother's body now. He was looking down at her, and Peggy heard Joey saying, "…right in your fucking cunt!"
"Oh, yes, Joey!" his mother urged in a very thick voice, spreading her legs very wide and arching her cunt up into the air. "Piss on me! Piss on me, please, darling!"
Peggy wasn't certain she was hearing right. No one would enjoy being pissed on, would they?
"I will, cunt mother," lacy said. "I'm gonna piss right on your fucking hairy cock sucking cunt!"
"Do it! Oooo, do it!" the woman urged, twisting her hips around, the lips of her cunt glistening with wetness. "Piss on my fucking hairy cunt, darling! Piss on my hot fucking cunt and I'll eat your asshole out again!"
"You'll do more than that, cunt mother!" Joey snapped, aiming his cock toward her hair-lined pussy. "You'll let me piss in your cock-sucking mouth, too!"
"Oh, I will! I will!" the woman gurgled, her eyes bright as she anticipated her son pissing on her cunt. "If you want to piss in my cock-sucking mouth, Joey, you can! You can do anything with your fucking cunt mother!"
Peggy and Jeff's eyes went huge as Joey began to piss directly upon his mother's cunt. The piss splashed all over her, matting her cunt hair, drenching her pussy good. The woman was wailing in delight, clawing at her cunt, pulling her pussy open to let her son piss in. She was screaming that she was coming again, that she wanted piss all over her naked, fucking body!
Joey lifted the stream, and pissed on his mother's tits. The woman lifted her hands and washed her tits in his piss. And when Joey lifted the stream higher yet, she opened her mouth as wide as she could. Joey pissed into his mother's mouth, and the woman began to lift herself up, mouth wide open. Joey kept pissing into his mother's mouth as she sat upright, and her lips moved over the head of his cock. Peggy wasn't sure, but it seemed to her that the woman was swallowing, drinking her son's piss directly from the head of his cock. She knew Joey was still pissing because she could see piss spray from the woman's stretched lips. When Joey finished, she released his cock. A drop of piss clung to the piss hole, and the woman licked it away.
"That's enough for tonight," Joey said. "I'm going to bed."
Peggy and Jeff watched him leave, and the woman curled up on the wet bed, her expression showing her delight. Peggy and her son slipped from the window and returned to the sidewalk. It was well past midnight now, and she realized they had been watching Joey and his mother for a good hour and a half.
"Wheee!" Peggy said. "That was really something, wasn't it honey?"
"I never saw anything like that before, Mom," Jeff said. "That was the first time I saw them. Boy, I wish I could tease Joey about it. But I guess I can't say anything. He'd know I was peeking then."
"That's right, Jeff," Peggy said. "You can't ever say what we do. We've got to keep it a secret."
Then she noticed his cock was still out of his pants. They were standing beneath a street lamp, the harsh glow casting shadows about them.
"Your cock is still out," Peggy said.
Jeff giggled, shoving his cock into his pants. Peggy realized what she had said, and for a moment a hot flush came over her face, then she giggled too. They started home, holding hands, but before they had gone a block, she stopped and turned her son toward her. There was no street lamp here, and she could barely see his young face.
"You came in my hand, Jeff," she said in a low voice. "And you played with my ass. That wasn't supposed to have happened, you know that, don't you?"
"Well, you jacked on my cock, Mom," he accused. "It wasn't me that took it out, either. You did that."
"But you took it out first, and it was you that wrapped my hand around it." She looked hard into his shadowy eyes.
"But you lifted your skirt for me," he said.
"Yes, I guess I did," Peggy whispered, then looked around. All the houses were dark now, everyone probably asleep. She moved her hand along the front of his pants and found his cock throbbing away there. She squeezed his prick, then pulled his cock from his pants again, holding his prick-shaft. "Well, it's done, so I guess I can touch it again."
As she clung to his cock and started walking along the dark sidewalk again, she felt her son lift her skirt in back and once more shove his hand into her panties, cupping the cheek of her ass. They walked home this way, hardly caring if anyone could see them. They were both intensely excited by what they had watched this night.
Unlocking the front door, Peggy left the house dark as they entered. There was a yearning between her thighs, and, although she must have come a dozen times watching Joey fucking his mother, she realized she wanted more than that. She wanted to be fucked!
But Jeff, fucking her? She wasn't like that woman they had just seen. She wasn't like her in any way.
But she wanted a cock in her cunt, just the same.
Peggy went into the kitchen for a glass of water, feeling very thirsty. By the time she returned to the living room, Jeff was no longer there. She felt a deep sense of disappointment. She had, while drinking the water, decided neither she nor her son could avoid any further intimate contact. Things had gone so far, so fast that fucking each other had become inevitable.
She didn't check on him. Going straight to her room, Peggy removed her clothing, including her panties, and crawled beneath the sheets. She was restless, aroused to a high pitch. Her cunt kept burning, throbbing. The images of Joey and his mother whirled about in her mind. She experienced all of it once again, and found herself even more restless than before. If she could keep the images out of her mind, Peggy thought, perhaps she could sleep. It wasn't the images, exactly, that made her so restless. It was remembering how she had held her son's cock, the way he had come off into her hand, the way her son had fucked her fist, feeling her ass.
The sun was coming up by the time she finally went to sleep.