Jeff's attitude toward her was one of shyness, of nervous glances.
Peggy realized her son was wondering if and when they would get it on with each other. She knew it frustrated him. But no more than her! Both were hesitant to make the first move, the initial approach. They avoided talking about that particular night, about watching Joey.
They were polite in their conversations, going out of their ways to do something for the other.
It created an atmosphere of tension, of almost coolness toward each other, a coolness that neither wanted. It was almost like a man and wife, who, after a bitter argument, were searching for ways to make up, but wanting the other to start.
A day or so later, Peggy found the car had a dead battery and refused to start. She had to do some shopping, but the center was too far to walk. The town was quite small, but spread out. There was a local bus service that ran, often as not, late and inefficiently. It was the only means of transportation, though, and she asked her son if he wanted to go with her.
The bus, at first, was not crowded. She and Jeff sat on a bench type seat, and directly across from them was a woman perhaps in her early twenties. Neither had seen this woman before, but both noticed right away that she was very careless in the way she sat. Peggy glanced at Jeff and saw the brightness in his young eyes as he looked at the woman. She saw the same thing her son saw – the woman's creamy thighs under her dress and the shadow of her panties. The woman was quite good looking, sitting unconcerned with her knees open. Jeff, of course, had a raging hard-on before long. He squirmed about in the seat, licking his lips, gazing boldly at the woman, looking under her dress.
The closer they got to the shopping center, the more crowded the bus became. Peggy stood up a few blocks before their stop, with Jeff standing behind her. She felt his hard cock pressing against the back of her tight jeans, felt his prick throbbing there. She began to sway her hips from side to side, rubbing against his cock. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, getting a grin in return.
Her shopping was done quickly, and they took the bus home again. This trip was uneventful, and Jeff talked about the woman they had seen. He still skirted what they had watched the previous night, and Peggy didn't mention it either. When they got home, her son, though, disappeared often into the bathroom, and Peggy was sure he was jacking off. She wanted to watch him, to just open the bathroom door and stand there and watch as his fist moved up and down his cock. But she didn't want to embarrass her son, either.
Shortly after dinner, while it was still light outside, she saw his cock bulging from his pants. He had been talking again about the woman they saw on the bus. She allowed her eyes to gaze unabashedly at the lump in his pants, and when her son started for the bathroom again, she surprised herself by saying, "Stay here, honey. You don't have to go to the bathroom for that."
"For what, Mom?" Jeff asked, his gaze on the swell of her tits, pretending he didn't know what she was talking about.
"For playing with it, baby," she said, her voice going throaty.
"You know?"
Peggy nodded her head. "It's obvious you're playing with it."
"I can't help it, Mom," Jeff replied. "I get so excited, sometimes, talking like this."
"I've noticed," Peggy murmured, "but you don't have to use the bathroom. Do it here."
Jeff said nothing, but his eyes burned on his mother's swelling, round tits. Peggy gazed hotly at the front of his pants, almost seeing the outline of his throbbing cock.
Peggy was on the couch, her legs crossed, her foot swinging back and forth. There was a tingling feeling between her thighs, and her cunt was wet with excitement. Jeff was in the middle of the floor, stopping there on his way to the bathroom. Peggy brought one hand toward her neck, then laid it on one firm tit deliberately, her fingers moving slowly.
No more words passed between them, but Jeff opened his pants and took out his cock. Peggy's breath caught in her throat as she stared at her son's prick. His cock stood out a good five inches, the head swollen and smooth. She swallowed hard as she looked, her fingers digging into her tit, her nipple burning through onto her palm.
As Jeff realized his mother meant it, he opened his pants all the way, letting them fall to his feet. Peggy began to breathe again in ragged gasps. His balls hung heavily beneath his cock. A lurching sensation shot through her crotch and her clit became knotted. Her swinging foot moved faster, although she was not aware of it. Jeff wrapped his hand about his prick and, gazing directly at his mother, began to jack off.
Peggy was moaning softly in her throat as she watched Jeff's fist moving, sliding from the base of his cock to the sweetly swollen head. His balls swung with his fist-pumping motion and his hips arched forward. Peggy felt a steamy excitement rumbling through her body. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, her eyes bright, somewhat cloudy, with erotic desire in them. Jeff slipped his fist back and forth on his cock, panting as he jacked off in front of her. Watching her son jacking off openly sent hot flashes searing up and down her flesh. She leaned back on the couch, opening her knees and pulling her skirt up a bit.
Jeff's gaze followed her skirt, seeing his mother's very long thighs, then the frilly lacy crotch of her panties. Peggy's legs trembled, and she parted them a few inches; her eyes glazed as she stared at his jacking fist on his cock, his balls swinging back and forth. There was an overpowering desire to take hold of his cock and let him fuck her fist the way he had done the night before. She wanted desperately to feel that hard prick throbbing in her hand, to feel him come into her palm again. She shook with an overwhelming urge to grab his cock and jack him off herself. Her cunt was on fire, the liquid flames devouring her. Her hair-lined pussy lips twitched and swelled, and her clit was throbbing with each beat of her heart.
"That's beautiful," Peggy murmured, opening her knees farther. "That looks so beautiful, you jacking off, Jeff."
Her son made no reply except to grunt.
"You have such a beautiful cock, darling," she went on, her voice very low and throaty, her eyes fixed upon his cock, fist and balls. "So hard and long… A really beautiful cock, Jeff."
His body was shaking, hips arching forward. His gaze was hot on her crotch, and Peggy felt as if her son could see through her panties, see the wetness of her cunt, see how hot and excited she really was. His fist was moving faster and faster, his tongue hanging out of his mouth now. Peggy knew Jeff was about to come off. With a soft sob of pleasure, she threw her knees very wide, lifting her ass up from the cushions of the couch, her crotch totally exposed to him, dark curls of cunt hair twirling from the lacy crotch of her panties. Peggy's hands moved along her thigh, and, a few inches from her cunt, she dug her fingers into the sensitive flesh just as Jeff came.
"Uhhhh!" he groaned, the thick white come juice spurting out of his cock and flying a foot away before falling to the carpet.
"Ohhh, nice!" Peggy moaned, watching his cock spurt time and again. Her cunt convulsed almost at the same time her son began to come. "Nice! Beautiful! Oh, you're coming, honey! Ooooo, you're coming… really coming!"
When he began to spurt, Jeff squeezed his cock at the base, his other hand gripping his balls, his eyes turning glassy with self-induced ecstasy. Peggy whimpered softly as her cunt contracted in those delicious spasms, her gaze hot on the head of his cock, watching the white come juice fly from his flaring piss-hole. She dug harshly into her thigh with sharp fingernails, her ass writhing uncontrollably.
When he finished coming off, Jeff slowly sank to his knees, then sat back on his heels, panting heavily, his cock still oozing come juice. His eyes focused again on his mother's widely spread legs, on the crotch of her very wet panties. They both became still, looking at each other… Peggy at her son's cock, he at his mother's pantied cunt.
The room was dim and the puddle of white come juice on the carpet stood out. No lights had been turned on yet. Slowly, Jeff got to his feet, fishing in his pocket for a handkerchief.
"I'll clean it up, honey," Peggy said in a soft voice. "Leave it."
There were tears in her eyes but they weren't tears of shame. Her eyes were flooded with delight, with a release of the pressure that had built inside her. It was as if a safety valve had finally worked. She smiled at her son, receiving a smile in return. She closed her knees and stood up, finding a Kleenex to wipe up the come juice on the carpet. As she cleaned it, the back of her hand brushed the seeping piss hole of her son's cock. She felt as if she had suddenly been branded.
Lifting her hand, she gazed at the wetness there. Looking at Jeff, she giggled, a somewhat nervous, half-crazy sort of sound.
With her gaze on his eyes, she kissed the back of her hand, then ran her tongue through the slippery wetness.
Jeff's face brightened as he watched her tongue move along the back of her hand. He reached for her, his fingers touching her bare knee lightly. Peggy shuddered, letting her son stroke her knee and a few inches of creamy thigh flesh. Then she stood up quickly.
"We better get ready if we're going out tonight," she said in a shaky voice.
They always spoke of it as "going out", never about looking in windows. And why she said, "get ready" made no sense. There was nothing about getting ready – they wore no special clothing, took no special precautions. Peggy had spoken out of a sudden nervousness.
They went out earlier than usual, and walked a great deal. It was much too early to catch something exciting going on, and they finally stopped at a small cafe for something to drink. They lingered over their drinks, talking quietly to each other.
They spent two hours searching the neighborhood, and found nothing of real interest. The only thing they saw, about midnight, was a man sitting on his bed jacking off and looking at a centerfold picture.
Returning home disappointed, she went to her room and Jeff went to his. Peggy undressed and rested on the bed, the light on, feeling very frustrated. Watching her son jacking off and failing in seeing anyone fucking and sucking had drained her.
"Mom!"
Peggy sat up. "What is it, Jeff?"
"You just gotta see this!"
His voice was filled with excitement. She swung her legs off the bed and grabbed a gown, throwing it over her shoulders quickly, holding it together with one hand, and walked to her son's room. Jeff's room was dark, and she saw his outline in front of his window. She went up behind him… and giggled.
Jeff's bedroom window faced the bedroom window directly across the ten-foot expanse of lawn. It was Sandra's home, and it was Sandra's bedroom.
Sandra was walking about with every light burning brightly, undressing. By the time Peggy arrived to see, she was down to her bra and panties.
"It's only Sandra," Peggy whispered to her son. "You've seen her before, with the doctor, remember? What's so exciting about looking at her undress?"
"I've never seen her do this before, Mom," Jeff said. "She's always had her lights off or the drapes pulled or something."
There was something exciting about watching her friend, undress, prepare for bed, secretly.
She stood behind her son and looked over his shoulder, but it was obvious Sandra was not simply preparing for bed. For one thing, the way she moved about, slowly removing her clothing as if she were on a stage doing a tease, Peggy had a hunch Sandra wanted to be seen. For another thing, she wiggled her ass and shook her titties more than a woman would while getting ready for bed.
They watched Sandra remove a pair of nylons from her dresser and slowly pull them up her long, slender thighs. Then she put on a pair of high-heeled shoes. Again she walked about, in bra and panties, nylons and heels, fluffing her hair. When she lifted, her arms, it caused her fabulous tits to protrude deliciously. After a while, Sandra removed her bra, and faced the window. Her tits were beautiful, round, almost pointed, with lovely sugary nip pies, erect with desire. Turning her back to the window, she began to peel her panties down, wiggling her creamy ass in a tantalizing, inviting manner. Tossing the panties to the floor with the bra, Sandra opened her dresser drawer again, and brought out two candles. Peggy knew immediately what Sandra was going to do.
"Why does she want those candles, Mom?" Jeff asked.
Peggy was leaning against her son's back and felt him shaking. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him lightly. "Just watch what she's going to do with them, Jeff," she whispered close to his ear.
Sandra leaned back on the bed, her legs facing her window. She spread her legs wide, her hair-rimmed cunt revealed to Peggy and Jeff. They watched her lick a candle with her long tongue, then place it into her mouth, sucking on it, fucking it between her lips. She wiggled her naked ass while sucking the candle, then moved it down her body, slowly, until she came to her hairy cunt.
"She's gonna fuck that candle, Mom!"
Peggy nodded, feeling her son's ear against her cheek. She tightened her arms about his waist, feeling his hard ass cheeks against her body. Jeff was naked except for a pair of shorts, and she began to stroke his chest, playing with his nipples as they watched Sandra.
Sandra rubbed the candle about her swollen clit, then ran the shaft up and down the wet lips of her cunt, twisting her ass, lifting from the bed, drawing her high heels to the mattress, knees wide. She began to press the candle into her cunt very slowly while agitating her clit with the fingers of her other hand. The candle went deep into her cunt, and for a long moment Sandra held it there and writhed, twisting her hips about.
"Fucking a candle!" Jeff cried. "That's crazy, Mom!"
"Not so crazy when a girl is hot, honey," Peggy murmured against her son's ear.
"Then why don't she go to the doctor?"
"Maybe he's busy at the hospital or something," Peggy whispered, and she found she was stroking her son's ear with her wet tongue. She pinched his tiny nipples, both of them. She pressed harder against his tight ass, twisting from side to side.
Sandra, holding her crotch in the air, knees wide, began to fuck herself with the candle, fucking it in and out, still rubbing her clit with her other hand.
"I wish we could hear her," Jeff said.
"All we'd probably hear would be moans and sighs and…"
"I'd still like to hear her," Jeff said, his voice thick.
"I'll moan for you, baby," Peggy said, and began to make ecstatic sounds against his ear as they watched Sandra fucking herself with the candle. She moved her right hand down his chest, her fingers playing with the waist of his shorts.
Sandra lifted the other candle, still fucking herself with the other one. She began to fuck her mouth with the second candle, her naked body twisting around on the bed as pleasure flooded her. They watched her turn onto her side, drawing her knee up, moving her hand behind her creamy sweet ass, keeping the candle moving in her cunt as she sucked the other one.
After a bit, Sandra flipped onto her stomach and drew her knees beneath her body, arching her rounded ass into the air, her feet hanging over the bed. Peggy and Jeff stared at Sandra's naked ass pointed at them. The candle was still shoved up her cunt, and Jeff gasped as they saw the other candle come sliding along the spreading crack of her ass, then probe at the tight pucker of her asshole.
"What's she gonna do, Mom?"
"It looks like Sandra is going to fuck herself in the cunt and asshole at the same time," Peggy replied. It was kind of strange that they only talked this way, used those words, when watching someone, never when alone. "Yes, Sandra is going to fuck her cunt and asshole at the same time! Look!"
Sandra was pressing the candle into her asshole, bowing her back and slowly hunching her ass. The candle moved slowly, going deeper into her tight asshole, the other one still inside her cunt. Sandra had her free hand holding the candle up her pussy, while using the other hand to push a candle into her ass.
Peggy's hand at the waist of her son's shorts slipped downward, finding his cock throbbing hard, pressing against the fabric. There was a wet spot where the head of his cock was and she rubbed lightly, then closed her fingers around her son's prick, squeezing and jacking in short, quick strokes.
Her robe flapped open and her tits were against his naked back, her nipples tingling hotly with the contact. She rubbed her tits there as she jerked on his cock, holding his prick through his thin shorts.
Sandra was now fucking the candles in and out of her cunt and asshole together, her naked ass twisting about in erotic movement. She began to alternate the strokes, pushing one candle up her cunt as she withdrew the one inside her asshole, then pushing a candle into her ass while withdrawing the one up her cunt.
"Is she gonna come that way, Mom?"
"I'm sure she is," Peggy murmured, licking at his ear again while she jerked on his cock. "I bet it feels very good, too."
"You ever fuck yourself with a candle, Mom?" Jeff asked, pressing his cock into her hand.
Peggy made a noncommittal sound as she probed his ear with her tongue. Jeff's cock was throbbing sweetly in her hand, and she loved the way his naked back felt against her swollen tits. She smashed her tits into him, feeling a very sweet sensation flow through her. She stopped jerking his cock and cupped his balls tightly, not wanting to make him come just yet.
Sandra was fucking the candles faster into her cunt and asshole, her ass swinging about. It was obvious she was about to come.
When Sandra came, her whole body shook, and it seemed as if she were screaming. After she came, she slowly sprawled out on the bed, the candles still fucked up her cunt and asshole.
Peggy and Jeff watched until she eventually pulled the candles from her body. They watched as she replaced the candles in her dresser, peeled her nylons and high-heeled shoes off, and turned out her lights.
Peggy and her son remained at the window.
She squeezed his balls and pressed her body tightly against, then moved her hand back to his cock. She stroked his prick with light fingers, then shoved her hand into his shorts, grasping his cock tightly with hot fingers. She ran a thumb over the piss hole and found he was dripping an awful lot. Pushing his shorts down his hips, she began to pump her son's cock vigorously, her tongue fluttering about his neck and ear, her cunt boiling as she pressed tight into his ass.
"You feel so good, Jeff," she whispered. "You're so very hard! You have a beautiful cock, honey."
She felt her son's body shudder, and, afraid he would come off, she removed her hand. She pulled the drapes across the window and moved to his bed, fumbling in the darkness for his bed lamp. It filled the room with a dim light, plenty to see by, but not bright or harsh.
Jeff turned to face his mother and saw her robe hanging open, her tits and bushy cunt revealed for the first time.