The sun was shining when Peggy woke up. She sat upright in bed, confused for a moment. Then she swung her feet over the side and, wearing only panties, went straight to her son's bedroom.
With relief she saw him sprawled there, still sleeping.
She had fallen to sleep waiting for him and had not heard Donny come home. That was unusual, because Peggy had always waited up for her son when he was at a late movie with friends. But then she had known where was and what time he would be home.
Last night she had not known where he was. And that made a difference, a big difference.
Simply because he was fucking her, she thought, was no reason for her son to ignore the established rules. Feeling angry, she showered and dressed, choosing a becoming skirt with pleats, a garment that emphasized the swell of her ass and swirled about her thighs as she walked. A tight, sleeveless summer sweater concealed her tits, but not the firm thrusting shape of them nor her nipples.
She had her usual coffee, thinking about what she would have to say to Donny about last night. The more she thought of his unconcern, the more she fumed. She thought about spanking him, but he was getting too big for that. She could ground him, as the teenagers called it. She could restrict him to the house for a few days, a week perhaps. If there was one thing Donny dreaded, it was being unable to leave the house during the summer months.
The sound of the telephone startled her out of her thoughts.
"Peggy?" she heard, the voice vaguely familiar to her. "This is Grace."
Peggy's eyes widened.
"Yes, Grace?" she replied, apprehension growing in her.
"I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee with me," Grace said, her voice unusually low. "I know we've never been that close, but it seems we may have something in common."
"I'd be pleased, Grace," Peggy said, hardly believing she could possibly have anything in common with that tall, icy woman.
"Shall we say in an hour?" Grace asked. "Just you and I – Susy will be out, I'm sure."
"Of course, Grace," Peggy replied, hanging up.
She sat there, her coffee becoming cold, deep in thought. She was sure now that Donny had been caught with Susy. After living next door to this woman for some time, this was the first overture of friendliness ever. She recalled how Susy had squatted there to whisper to her mother. And now, Donny out most of the night.
She felt something was wrong.
For a moment she considered waking her son and asking him what he had been doing, perhaps getting some information from him before she saw Grace. Discarding the idea of talking to Donny first, she went to her bedroom and brushed her auburn hair and applied daytime make-up.
She rapped on the door and was admitted by Grace.
Peggy was surprised to see Grace wearing a robe. But, despite the robe, the woman was made up and her hair was gleaming. She still presented an aloof appearance, despite the smile of greeting as she ushered Peggy into the house. This was the first time Peggy had been in Grace's house, and she was pleased to see the good taste of the furniture and original paintings on the walls.
She accepted a cup of coffee, black, from the tall woman. She looked at Grace, thinking she was more aristocratic in her bearing than cool as she had first thought. The woman was obviously well educated. Sitting on the couch with the coffee table – solid oak – holding her coffee, she waited as Grace sat at the other end of the couch, arranging the folds of her robe demurely over her thighs.
"You mentioned we had something in common," Peggy prompted.
Grace looked at Peggy for a long time before answering. Peggy shifted nervously, glancing down to make sure her pleated skirt covered her thighs. Then she felt and saw Grace's dark gaze fixed upon her tits. For a moment Peggy almost blushed, despite the many times she had been looked at his way by men and women, especially those times when she and her late husband had sized up a new couple to fuck with. Yet Grace looked at her tits not exactly with distaste. There was something in those dark eyes that Peggy detected, a warming perhaps.
"Our respective children," Grace said.
Peggy's breath caught in her throat. So it was Donny and Susy. Her anger started to flare again. She had asked him to keep his hands off the succulent girl, but he had gone ahead and done something with her and they had been caught.
"Go on," Peggy said, her voice barely a whisper.
"As I said, we've never been close, Peggy. But there are reasons for that. Perhaps, if we should become friendly, you'll understand."
"Please, get to the point," Peggy insisted.
"Yes, of course," Grace said, and her gaze was again upon Peggy's tits. "As it usually happens, parents become acquainted through the friendship of their children. I've been observing the growing closeness of my daughter and your son."
"Has Donny done anything that…"
Grace cut Peggy off with a laugh. The sound was very low, throaty, and, Peggy thought, close to erotic. This was a Grace she hadn't known about. "No, of course he hasn't done anything to displease us. I suppose you're wondering where your son was late last night?"
Peggy nodded, confused about this woman. There was no icy aloofness now, only warmth.
"Donny was here."
"Here?" Peggy repeated, looking sharply at Grace.
"Oh, yes," Grace murmured. "He's a delightful boy, you know, and Paul and I couldn't be happier that our daughter has taken a liking to your son. We watch Susy carefully about who she plays with, you know."
My God, Peggy thought. This woman is talking as if those two children are planning a marriage, or at the least an engagement.
"We love to have Donny here, Peggy," Grace went on. "We hope that you would welcome Susy into your home as we do Donny. There is an attachment between the two that Paul and I don't object to in the least."
Peggy picked up her coffee and found it cold.
With her mind whirling with puzzlement, she made the appropriate comments, but didn't remember the things she said or half the things Grace talked about. She was there for over an hour, and, by the time she was ready to go, it seemed as if she had just arrived.
"I must admit I am surprised, Grace," she commented as she stood up to go. "You're not as aloof as you indicate."
"My husband and I don't get too close to people," Grace replied. "As I mentioned, you may understand in time. You see, our family is quite close, and we wouldn't like it if others pried."
At the door, she turned to face Grace. Peggy was perhaps an inch shorter. "I assure you, Grace, I do not pry. Your business is not my concern, nor is your family. Please rest assured that I do not peek into your windows."
Again Grace came out with that almost erotic laugh. She placed her hand on Peggy's bare upper arm in an intimate manner. "Of course you don't peek in windows, Peggy. I didn't mean it that way at all. I know, know very well, that you don't pry."
Grace was looking intently at Peggy, those dark eyes almost piercing. Peggy felt the fingers of the woman press into her arm softly. The falling of the robe caught her eye, and she glanced at Grace as the robe parted from neck to foot.
Grace said nothing, slowly pulling the robe back around her body. But not so fast that Peggy had not seen the woman's body. Grace wore a bra, but it was a bra with no cups. It curved beneath her large tits, holding them up. Her tits had ruby-red nipples. About her waist was a black garter belt, and Grace wore nylons instead of panty hose. Her midnight-black cunt hair was thick and formed a perfect triangle.
She lifted her gaze to Grace as the robe covered the woman's nakedness. Grace smiled at Peggy, opening the door for her.
Back in her own house, Peggy found the image of the tall, beautiful woman burning in her mind. What she had seen was not an icy woman at all. Grace, Peggy knew now, was not the cold person she presented about the neighborhood; she was, Peggy knew, quite a hot, erotic person.
The conversation, what she had not missed, told her nothing realty, except that Susy's parents welcomed Donny into their home, and his attachment to Susy was also welcome.
She heard the shower going and went down the hall to see her son just getting out, his body dripping. His cock stood tall, quite hard.
Peggy forgot about Grace as she stared at her son's cock.
"Mmmm, that's beautiful, baby," she murmured. She moved close to him and wrapped her fingers about his prick. Pressing her lips to his, she pulled his wet body against hers, soaking her sweater and skin. "Can I have some of it, Donny?"
His hands went about his mother, gripping her ass tightly as he shoved his prick to her thighs. "You can have all of it," he said.
"Ooooo!" Peggy squealed, dropping to her knees before him in the bathroom. "I want to suck it… just for a bit."
Taking her son's cock inside her mouth, she sucked back and forth, tasting his throbbing hardness. The image of his prick fucking into the sweetness of Susy's cunt flared like a sudden flame inside her mind.
As the image of her son's cock fucking Susy's sugary cunt burned in her brain, she felt her own pussy erupt into an unexpected orgasm as she sucked on his prick.
Pulling her mouth from Donny's cock, she looked up at him. "Donny, did you fuck Susy?"
He nodded.
For a moment Peggy gazed up at him, then she climbed, to her feet. Taking Donny by his hand, she led him, still naked and dripping, to her room. Sitting her son on the bed, she undressed, tossing her wet clothing over the back of a chair she kept in the bedroom. Naked, she stood there, looking at him, her feet spread slightly apart. She placed her hands on her hips.
"You wouldn't listen to me, would you?" she said, but there was no anger in her voice. "I had coffee with Susy's mother this morning."
Donny looked at his mother, but there was no fear in his eyes. "So what, Mother? I think Grace is nice."
"Is that what you call her, by her first name?"
"She asked me to," he said.
"What were you doing there most of the night?"
"I… we… Mother, we just visited."
"You said you fucked Susy."
He nodded. "In her room."
"Where were her parents while you were fucking their hot-assed daughter?"
"In the living room," Donny said.
"Were you caught by them?"
He shook his head. "They knew we were in Susy's room, Mother. In fact, it was their suggestion that we go there."
Peggy remembered the slowness Grace had used in closing her robe, the body underneath it.
"We'll talk about it later," she said, going to him.
Climbing on the bed, she pulled her knees beneath her stomach. "Right now, I'm so fucking hot for your cock, baby, I don't want to talk."
Peggy wiggled her ass wickedly in the air, looking over her shoulder at her son. "Remember when I kissed and sucked your ass, Donny?"
He grinned at his mother. "You wanna get your asshole sucked, Mother?"
He didn't wait for her to answer. He turned on the bed and shoved his face against his mother's creamy ass. The heat of her ass cheeks burned his lips as he kissed from one to the other. He snapped his tongue out and licked every inch of her smooth ass cheeks, then delved between them, licking his tongue over the tightness of her asshole without hesitation. Peggy mewled and shook her uplifted ass in his face.
Donny lapped up and down, sliding his tongue along her wet, quivering cunt lips, tasting the juices that flowed from her pussy. He slipped his tongue into his mother's cunt and fucked it back and forth, then scraped it up to lap hotly upon her puckered asshole.
"Ohhhh, darling, baby… oh, God!" Peggy wailed as her son's tongue fucked into her asshole. "Ooooo, that's so good! I love that… fuck my asshole with your tongue, Donny! Fuck Mother's asshole! Fuck it, tongue it!"
But Donny pulled his tongue from her asshole. Peggy yelped her protest, wanting it back inside. Spreading her knees on the bed, she looked back between her legs. Donny was on his knees, his cock very hard. When she felt her son grip her hips, she knew what he was going to do.
"Oh, yes!" she screamed.
The head of her son's cock rammed against the tight pucker of her asshole. Peggy wailed with pleasure, arching her ass higher for him. The pressure of his cock upon her sensitive asshole seemed to create an intense ecstasy that rippled up and down her creamy flesh. She was gasping and making soft hissing sounds as she shoved her spreading ass backwards.
Before his cock entered her burning asshole, Peggy shot her right hand between her thighs and gripped his dangling balls tightly. She writhed her naked ass in an erotic manner for his visual delight, urging him to fuck his cock up her asshole. The anticipation of taking her son's cock up her ass caused her cunt to twitch, quiver, almost convulse. Her clit had already been quite swollen, but now it seemed about to burst apart with almost unbearable ecstasy. She felt her son's fingers digging into her lips as he shoved the head of his cock hard against her asshole.
"Ohhhh!" she wailed, feeling the smooth roundness of his prick penetrate the ring of her tight asshole. "Ohhh, yes, yes, yes! Oh, God… yes!"
It had been so long since she had felt a hard throbbing cock up her ass, and Peggy's mind soared with the sensations. She had always loved being fucked in the ass, but the feeling her son's cock gave her was much better than she remembered. She swung her ass from side to side, the ring of her asshole squeezing tightly as Donny's cock fucked as deep as his prick could go. She held his balls against her bubbling cunt, tightly, as if she were trying to stuff them inside.
"Ohhh, baby, baby!" she wailed. "Fuck it! Oh, God… fuck Mother up the ass! My hot ass… fuck my hot Goddamn asshole! Give it to me, Donny! Really give me a fuck up the ass."
Donny made no reply.
He grunted with the perversity of fucking his mother in her asshole. With his fingers digging into her hips, he began to fuck his cock back and forth with vigor, his balls slapping against the wetness of her hairy cunt. Peggy turned loose of his bans, her fingers now clawing at the sheets with blazing, mindless ecstasy. Her eyes were squeezed tight, her lips parted. She whimpered softly as the ecstasy flowed through her. The throbbing pulsations of her son's cock could be felt with her sensitive, tight asshole, and she tightened it about his prick, trying to draw on his cock.
Bending her head down, she peered with liquid hot eyes, watching his balls slap rhythmically against her hair-rimmed cunt as his cock fucked excitedly into her asshole. The growing waves of tingling orgasms were building in the pit of her trembling stomach. It was the greatest feeling in the world to Peggy. Shaking her ass in a frenzy as her son fucked in and out almost brutally, she squealed and whimpered when her cunt started through waves of glowing orgasms. Goose bumps raised on her satiny flesh, bumps of intense ecstasy.
As she started to come, her asshole set up a flexing, drawing motion on her son's deeply fucking cock. Her asshole squeezed and sucked at Donny's prick with powerful, gripping muscles.
The throbbing of his cock became more pronounced, sending sparks of heat into Peggy's ass. The burning, searing sensation of his cock fucking in and out of her asshole had her coming in powerful spasms.
"Come in me!" she screamed. "Come up my fucking ass, Donny! Oh, please, come in Mother's hot, fucking asshole! I want it, baby, want to feel your cock coming in my ass!"
Hardly had the words erupted from her constricted throat then her son slammed hard against her upturned ass. His stomach slapped upon her satiny ass cheeks, his cock penetrated deeply, his balls smashed against her convulsing cunt. The come juice splashed from the piss hole of his cock in powerful spurts, flooding the depths of her fiery asshole. She could feel the throbbing of his squirting discharge within her sensitive ass ring, and it sent a mind-shattering orgasm bursting in and around her hairy pussy. Although her knees were drawn up beneath her body, arching her naked ass into the air, she felt a weakness come over them.
She slowly began to slump upon the bed, and her son moved along with her, his cock still deep inside her clutching asshole. She sprawled on her stomach, her long legs spread, her son between them, resting upon the round firmness of her shivering ass cheeks. She felt his lips kissing at her smooth back, between her shoulder blades.
Turning, she pulled her son into her arms and held him tightly, her spongy tits smashing almost flat against his chest.
"You see, darling," she murmured, "you have no reason to screw around with Susy. You've got everything a young man could want with me."
When he didn't reply, she went on, "Don't you see, Donny? There aren't many girls that would let you fuck them up the ass. What does a girl like Susy know? I'll fuck you anytime you want, suck your sweet cock off, and you can fuck my asshole when you want."
Still Donny said nothing, and Peggy sensed he wasn't paying much attention to her.