"Where did you get those scratches on your face?" Peg asked her son. "I noticed them this morning."
Ben had noticed them when he looked in the mirror. It had taken him a few seconds to figure out where they had come from. Then, when he remembered he'd gotten them in the bushes outside his mother's bedroom, his prick had stiffened with the memory of what he'd seen.
Now with his mother asking him about those scratches, Ben's cock began to grow again. Although his mother was dressed now, he seemed to be able to see right though her clothes. He remembered vividly how her tits had looked sagging from her chest, and how her cunt was covered with those tight, black curls.
Peg could see her son's face reddening. What could those scratches mean, she wondered? Then she noticed the swelling in his pants.
She was puzzled. When she saw that her son's cock was getting stiff, she got very excited too. For several seconds, mother and son stood looking at each other. They were both horny and blushing at the hunger they felt for each other.
To break the awkward silence and answer his mother's question, Ben touched his face.
"I don't know where I got the scratches," he lied. "I just noticed them in the mirror."
"Well, I'm going to make dinner," Peg said. "Why don't you find something to do. And tomorrow we'll go over to the high school and get you enrolled. Try not to get expelled this time."
But Peg wanted to get Ben out of the house for a reason other than the fact that she wanted to make dinner. Actually, her horniness was getting the best of her again.
When she saw Ben's crotch bulging with his prick, she knew that she needed to ease her suffering again with self-induced ecstasy.
But Peg didn't know what to do. After all, she'd rubbed her clit until it was sore, and she'd fucked until she could hardly walk. And still her body cried out for release from her outrageous need.
Peg knew that she needed something different. And the idea of what she needed was suddenly sprouting in her mind.
She paced back and forth as the picture of her son burned in her mind. She was mentally undressing him just as he had imagined her naked when she asked him about the scratches on his face.
Peg had seen that the lump in his pants was huge. In her fevered imagination she saw her son with his huge prick sticking out hum his crotch. She pictured its fat head pointing up at her and nodding powerfully.
She couldn't help wondering why her own son should turn her on. Was it just her recent period of exaggerated horniness? Or did the boy hold the key to her satisfaction?
Peg didn't know, but she knew what she had to do.
Hardly believing what she was going to do, she went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There, on the bottom shelf was a fat cucumber. Peg's heart pounded when she looked at it.
It was strange that she had bought that cucumber in the first place. She didn't particularly like them, but the last time she had been in the supermarket she put it in her shopping basket. And now it was going to come in handy.
Of course, she didn't admit to herself the possibility that this is what she had in mind all along without admitting it to herself.
When Peg took that vegetable in her hand, her pussy began to tingle. Measuring the fatness of the cuke, she knew that it was bigger than any prick that had entered her.
Unfortunately the cucumber was cold. But she knew that she could warm it up quickly. She held it to her tits to take some of the chill off it.
By the time she got to her bedroom with the vegetable hugged to her tits, Peg was panting and her cunt was soaked.
She looked at herself in the mirror. It was a shocking sight. She was amazed at the way her sexual greed showed on her face, and the way she clung to that organic dildo made her look psychotic.
But that didn't keep her from bringing the cucumber to her mouth. She licked it just as she had licked Jim's prick. Then she tried to shove the green dildo into her mouth, but it was too fat. Its size made her tremble as she thought of her cunt stretching enough to accommodate it.
Peg held the cucumber to the side of her face as she unbuttoned her blouse with one hand. When her tits were visible in her mirror, she brought the cucumber to those sagging mounds of soft flesh. She held the vegetable between her tits just as she'd held Jim's prick during her, kinkier moments. Then she poked her stiff nipples with the cucumber. The vegetable was getting warm already. Peg had to lay the mike on her dresser to get her slacks peeled off. As she stripped, she watched herself in the mirror. When she saw her dark pubic hair showing through the sheer fabric of her underpants she felt a thrill rush through her.
Then she pulled down her underpants. The sight of her cunt was as exciting to her as it had been to her son when he peeked into her window that morning. When she combed her fingers through her cunt's curls, she shivered all over.
Turning around, Peg looked over her shoulder and admired her ass. Then she ran her hand along the round cheeks. Finally, she pulled one cheek aside and peeked at the puckered entrance to her ass.
There was a full-length mirror on the door to her closet. Since the closet was near her bed, Peg could sit on the edge of the bed and study her reflection in the mirror. And that's what, she did now with the cucumber in her hand.
Slowly, Peg spread her legs. She watched her cunt came into view. Then, spreading her legs still farther apart, she saw a slot of pink flesh shining through her hair.
Holding a tit in one hand, she brought the cucumber to her crotch with her other hand. She moved her ass closer to the edge of the bed so her cunt was hanging over the side. Then she began probing her wet cunt with the blunt end of the cucumber.
She didn't try to fuck herself with the vegetable yet. For now she was content to tickle her cunt with the green dildo. She pressed it to her clit, feeling slippery juice seeping down over the bottom of her ass.
When the end of the cuke was wet with her juice, she brought it to her face and licked it clean. Then she put it back to work at her cunt.
Before long Peg was so shaken with her lust that she had to let her body fall back onto the bed. She folded a pillow in half and stuffed it under her head so she could still look into the mirror. She lifted one foot and put it on the end table at the side of her bed. That gave her a better view of her crotch. In her excitement, her cuntal lips had spread so she could look right up her hungry tunnel.
Now it seemed that her pussy could suck that cucumber deep into it. So she brought the cuke to her snatch again. And this time she began pressing it between her inner-lips.
"Huhhhh!" she gasped when she realized just how fat that vegetable was.
She managed to get about an inch of it into her cunt. But the lips were now stretched to their painful limit. Still, though, Peg was dying to get that cucumber up her cunt.
In a few seconds, though, her lips were more comfortable, as they were stretched around the tip of the dildo. So Peg pressed it a bit further into her body. Again she felt a stab of pain. And again it subsided in a few seconds.
Peg kept cramming the cucumber into her twat – a half-inch at a time. By the time she had the fattest part of it through her cuntal entrance, she was feeling waves of weird passion. Having her cunt so stuffed was even better than she'd thought it would be.
This was like being fucked with a super prick, she thought. Watching the fat prick-replacement disappearing in her twat was a real treat.
Peg rolled over onto her side. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she looked over her hips into the mirror. She could see the end of the cucumber sticking out of her cunt. Then she stood up with her legs spread. The dildo began to slip out. She caught it, crammed it back in, and fell back on the bed.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Peg sighed at the delicious sensations her cunt was giving her.
She was trembling now, but she was far from finished.
Grabbing the protruding end of the cuke, she pulled it, then pushed it.
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh," she sighed as her cunt lips slid over the big intruder.
As the cucumber moved back and forth in her twat, it would drag her cunt down against its hard skin. So each thrust of the thing not only filled her twat with glorious hard bulk, but it gave her love-nut a jolt.
"Huhhhhh, huhhhhh!" Peg was gasping desperately.
She moved the cucumber faster. Her cunt was keeping it well lubricated with slippery juice, and her lips were now sufficiently stretched. So the vegetable slid easily now. Every time it entered her body, Peg felt a tremendous shock of sexual thrill.
With the joy of the fucking she was giving herself, she had long since let go of her tit. She grabbed the cuke with both hands. Lifting her legs high in the air, she began pumping the cucumber in and out with all her might.
"Ahhhhhh!" she wailed as she twisted her face in a grimace of ecstasy.
An orgasm of impressive magnitude was about to explode inside her. Peg was kicking her legs wildly and her tits were wobbling crazily on her chest. She was completely out of her mind with the powerful currents of lust that coursed through her.
Then her orgasm burst, filling her with overpowering bliss.
Her body convulsed. Sliding off the bed, Peg landed in a sprawl on the floor. Her hands kept pumping the cucumber in and out of her cunt. Peg writhed and squirmed as long as the tremendous climax lived.
When the pleasure began to subside, Peg began to relax. Her arms were turning to jelly.
Finally, she was still. Except for her chest, which heaved as she tried to catch her breath, she looked as though she might be dead.
The cucumber slipped out of her cunt and fell on the rug, but Peg didn't even realize it. Her cunt was a tingling ruin.
The cucumber had given her some relief, Peg realized as she began to conic to her senses. She couldn't keep escalating her kinkiness, though. Where would it lead?
She lay there on the floor until she heard the back door open and close. Ben was home.
Peg jumped up, his her cucumber under her mattress, and threw a robe over her nakedness. She would have to be careful now that Ben was home from school. And she would have to start acting like a mother again.
Peg suddenly remembered that she had completely forgotten about dinner.
She met her son in the kitchen. Ben looked at the stove and noticed that no food was being cooked.
"How would you like to go out for dinner?" Peg asked.
"Sure," Ben said.
As his mother ran from the room, saying she'd be ready in a few minutes, Ben caught the unmistakable aroma of hot cunt juice. His mother must have been jerking off again, he guessed. Knowing that his mother was as horny as he made Ben even hornier.
The boy couldn't help wondering if his mother might be interested in fucking him. Seeing her gorgeous body when he peeked into her window made the kid anxious to know that body more intimately.
But Ben forced those thoughts out of his mind. After all, a mother couldn't fuck her own son.