Then, unable to hold back the flood, Joey yanked his cock out of his mother's mouth.
Peggy cried out, opening her mouth wide fighting to suck it back inside. She had her mouth wide open, pressing it at the hole, her tongue darting through in an effort to taste his cock.
Joey groaned, and his prick erupted.
The first powerful spurt of his cock cream, splashed across his mother's tongue.
With a surprised yelp, Peggy pulled back an inch or so, her mouth still wide open. Joey's cock squirted again, the thick come juice splashing at the back of her throat. Peggy yelped again, and her throat worked instinctively, the thick jism burning down it. The third gush of come juice spewed across her now-closed lips. Startled, Peggy froze, taking the spraying juice of her son's balls into her face. She felt her jism dripping hotly down her lips, over her chin, and sobbed softly, partly with surprise and partly with pleasure. The surprise was because she had forgotten about his coming off, and the pleasure was because his come juice delighted her. She could just see the head of her son's cock through the hole, and her eyes glazed as a final gush of jizz came from his piss hole, splattering on her chin.
Her cunt was on fire, and now she was acutely aware of it. Still on her knees, she shoved a hand down, pressing her fist against her inflamed clit, crying out with the delicious pressure. Gazing through the hole at her son's glistening cockhead, Peggy frantically agitated her clit, her hips swaying. She rammed two fingers up her cunt, fucking herself almost violently. She felt an orgasm starting to swell, but then it went away.
"Ohhhhh, no!" she hissed, the fingers of one hand twisting and puffing at her distended clit while she fucked two fingers of her other hand into her cunt with a frenzy. The wet sounds seemed loud in the bathroom, but she didn't hear them.
She was almost insane with sensation, sensation that was peaking and receding. She whipped her ass back and forth, sobbing in mindless frustration. "I want… I have to… Ohhhh, please, no!"
On the other side of the wall, Joey listened to his mother. Leaning down and peering through the hole, he saw her kneeling about two or three feet away, her knees wide apart on the floor. He watched her violently fucking her fingers into her hairy cunt. He could see her tight shapely tits jerking, her nipples rigid with desire.
"Pee," he whispered.
At first, Peggy wasn't sure she heard the word.
"Pee, Mom," came her son's whispering voice.
"Qh, yes!" Peggy whined.
But she remained on her knees, clawing desperately at her hairy cunt. Joey saw the pink cunt lips, saw them gleaming with wetness, saw the way she pinched and twisted her clit. She listened to his voice, but it was as though in a dream, a wild, wicked, exciting dream. She responded to her son's voice as if it were a dream-voice, not real.
Jerking upright, frantic to come, Peggy pulled her panties on, almost tearing them in the process. Usually she adjusted the crotch of her panties, but this wasn't a usual situation. With the crotch of her panties caught on one hairy, swollen pussylip, Peggy stood straddle-legged, facing the hole in the wall. She cupped her cunt with both hands, her fingers framing the puffy pussylips.
With a sob, she began to piss.
"Ooooo, yes!" she wailed.
Joey's eye was wide as he stared at his mother through the hole. The hot piss boiled out of her cunt, spewed through the thin band of her panties. It sprayed along the edges, soaking her inner thighs and dripping down to her knees. The puddle of piss grew at her feet, and Peggy's hips twisted erotically. The wetness of her panties soaked through until they became almost transparent. Joey saw the shape of his mother's cunt hair, the golden color of her piss as it spurted from the tight crotch.
Peggy shuddered, then screamed, biting at her lips.
Her cunt convulsed with fiery tightness. The lips contracted as her clit almost burst.
"Oh, God!" Peggy wailed. "Ohhhh, God!" The orgasm shot up and down her body, consuming her flesh. Her cunt seemed to suck inward, her cunt throbbing with spastic tremors that went on and on. She jerked one piss-wet hand upward and squeezed painfully at her tit, twisting her nipple painfully. Her hips jerked back and forth as she came, and Joey stared in awe through the peep hole.
Her grinding hips slowed, and then she stood, her feet slightly apart, trembling from head to toe. As the frenzy of her orgasm faded, Peggy slowly removed her piss-drenched panties. She started to toss them into the hamper – but suddenly she stuffed them through the hole in the wall. She watched as her son pulled them through, then she bent over and peeked.
Joey was running her wet panties about his cock, bringing them to his face. She watched him for a while, curious. But Joey wadded her wet panties up and left the bathroom.
Standing up again, Peggy gazed at herself in the mirror. Cock cream glistened wetly on her face, mostly her lips and chin. She grinned at her reflection, wiping her fingers across her chin. Darting her tongue out, she licked at her lips. The warm taste of come juice sent a shiver up and down her spine. With her eyes glowing, she watched herself as she licked the jism from her lips, sticking her tongue as far down on her chin as she could.
Turning on the shower, she giggled softly. She was certainly taking an awful lot of showers and baths. But then, she had never pissed in her panties so often.
But, oh, how she had wanted to! It felt better than she had expected. Pissing in her panties felt good, exciting, and it was even better with her son watching her through the hole in the wall.
Peggy understood her son. She knew he was looking at her, could feel his eyes on her body. After announcing that one time about going to the bathroom, she had never mentioned it again. When she went, she said nothing, but knew her son would be right there, peeking in at her.
She was sure Joey wanted to talk bluntly with her, yet she couldn't. She needed more time. As days passed, she was slowly adjusting her dress, wearing more revealing clothing than ever before. They were always in good taste, yet sensual and teasing. She was hardly aware of this, but Joey was, most definitely.
Almost all her skirts and dresses were slitted up one side or the other now. A few were slit very high, and if she wasn't careful, a whole hip would be exposed, even the lace of her panties. She had one particular dress, designed on the lines of a Roman toga, that was silt to her waist. It draped over her shoulders and clung to the tips of her tits nicely. When she wore it, she always let her long, enticing thighs flash and tease.
There were changes coming over her, changes that surprised and delighted her. She was more relaxed, more comfortable, at ease with herself and her exposure. She became accustomed to her son looking at her, seeing the thrust of her tits, the flash of her legs. She no longer blushed when she caught his eyes on her body. Now she would shiver with pleasure, eyeing her son with flirty looks her mouth moist and pouting. Then, a few days after she had enlarged the hole in the bathroom wall, she wore a white toga dress without a body suit. Underneath it, her tits were naked, her nipples straining at it beautifully. She wore a pair of tiny, skimpy panties. The panties were only two triangular pieces of sheer lace, with elastic band about her waist. The dark color of her nipples showed through the thin whiteness of the dress, and when she swirled into the living room where Joey was watching television, her long legs flashing to her waist, she whirled in a circle. The two flaps of her toga-like dress lifted high, revealing the sweet shape of her compact ass, the tiny crotch of her panties.
Then she sat down, letting her skirt fall where it might. It fell with one long leg showing to her hip, the band of her panties exposed, too. Joey immediately forgot his television program, and looked at his mother openly for the first time. Peggy sat with her hands folded in her lap, peeking at him from lowered, half-shy eyes, a very faint smile on her full lips. Joey fidgeted, adjusting his pants as his cock turned hard. Peggy glanced at it, watching his prick swell, seeing the cockhead straining at his pants. Her cunt began throbbing with wetness. She end her son gazed at each other for a long, quiet moment.
Tension filled the room, and Peggy was very close to grabbing her son, fucking him frantically then and there.
She was about to reach for him when the doorbell clanged.
Jerking upright, she felt her face burn as she looked toward the door.
"Joey, I can't…"
Joey understood, and opened the door, hiding his hard-on behind it. He held it open only for a minute, then closed it.
"Just some guy selling something, Mom," he said. He leaned against the door, his hips jutting outward, his cock very hard and outlined in his pants.
Peggy stared at his cock-bulge, feeling herself shiver with need.
But the moment was broken.
She couldn't reach for her son now.
She licked her lips as she stared at his cock. Then, with a shudder, she stood up. Swinging her ass enticingly, she grasped the flap of her skirt and waved it around, her long legs showing. She paused at the entrance of the hallway, looking back over her shoulder at him, her eyes smoldering. The faint smile turned erotic, and then she moved swiftly down the tall.
By the time she entered the bathroom, she saw her son's eyes peering through the peephole. She stood and swayed her hips, swishing her skirt about, flashing her thighs, then the crotch of her lacy panties. She heard her son's breathing, and flipped the front of her skirt up to her tits, making fucking motions with her hips. She turned her ass toward him, lifting that part of her skirt. She leaned over slightly, waggling her ass, grinding erotically.
She could as easily have done this in the living room, yet it seemed more erotic to have him watch her through the hole in the wall. She knew it was still a pretense. This way she could pretend she was alone, with someone peeking at her, someone she didn't know. Peggy knew it was only a means of avoiding open confrontation with her son, which was silly and childish, after everything they had done. Yet, she had to play the game this way.
Joey's eye left the hole, replaced by his thrusting cock. Peggy gazed at his prick, running her hands up and down her body. The cockhead was big and smooth and sweet, wet at the piss hole. She did a dance step forward, leaning down and kissing the head of his cock, then swiping about the smoothness with her tongue. She heard her son gasp, and with a lewd giggle, flipped her skirt up in back and turned around. She jerked her panties away from her cunt, and edged her ass to the wall. She felt her son's cock brush the slit of her fiery cunt, and she wiggled against it, not taking his cock inside yet. She wiggled her hips in a circle, then up and down.
With the hot head of his cock probed the crinkle of her asshole, Peggy's eyes popped wide open. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt so far.
Her ex-husband had wanted to fuck her in the ass, she remembered. When she had refused, he had thrown her on the bed and attempted to fuck her resisting asshole against her will. Her cries of pain finally prevented him from fucking her up the ass, and the experience had frightened her. She had watched her ex-husband warily after that, making sure his cock was nowhere near her asshole.
But now…
She had control of Joey's cock. He couldn't push his fucker into her asshole. It was she who could rub there, decided how much pressure she wanted. She slipped the seat of her panties down. She pushed her ass backward feeling the head of his cock burning on her tight asshole. Holding her breath, she created a little more pressure. She felt the head of her son's cock pushing inward. There was no pain now, only a tingling, nice feeling. With the head of his cock pushing against her asshole, Peggy rubbed up and down, feeling the wetness smearing the ass pucker.
In her excitement, she pressed back a bit too hard.
The head of her son's cock slipped into her ass hole.
"Oh!" Peggy panted, and quickly pulled [missing text].
She turned and stared at his cock, and closing her fist about it. She pumped back and forth, jacking him slowly, twisting her fist about, watching the cockhead bulge.
"It's so beautiful," she whispered, but loud enough so her son could hear. "I love the way it feels. So hard and hot and just fits my hand!"
She pressed her body against the wall, smashing her tits. She rubbed her pantied crotch along the fiery shaft of her son's cock, feeling it throb against the slit of her wet cunt. She moaned softly and squeezed her thighs tightly, feeling her son's cock. The insides of her creamy thighs were very sensitive, and she suspected it would be very easy to make her son come off this way.
But she wanted to make him come in a different way.
Pulling back, she knelt on the floor of the bathroom. Gripping her son's cock tightly, she began to jack him. She used her other hand to rub at her cunt, feeling the heat and wetness soak into the crotch of her panties. She listened to her son's gasping breath, felt the throbbing of his cock in her fist. She became more and more excited.
"Your panties," she heard Joey gasping. "Use your panties!"
"Oh, yes, I will!" Peggy hissed, stripping her panties off swiftly, ripping one narrow band.
She closed her wet panties about her son's cock, and began to jerk his prick again. She banged her fist back and forth against the wall, watching the smooth head of his cock disappear into her fist, then bulge out, wet and gleaming, his piss hole flaring. She listened to his grunts and groans, and knew she could make him come easily this way. The satiny feel of her panties on his cock excited her about as much as it did Joey. She again began to fondle her hairy cunt as she jacked on her son's cock, dipping her finger into the juicy heat of her pussy, wiggling it about, then bringing the wet finger up and smearing her cunt juices about the head of his prick.
She adjusted her panties so she could see the head of his cock, and began to pound back and forth faster and faster, gasping with hot excitement. She was going to make him come, she decided. She would jack her son's cock off with her fist, watch him gush that thick jizz out of his young balls.
Faster and faster she jerked, gurgling in a thick sound. Her eyes blazed with ecstasy, her lips parted, her tongue flicking at them. She lifted her free hand, cupping it about the head of his cock when he saw the juices increase.
"Come," she heard herself cry softly. "Come in my hand."
"Just about!" Joey grunted. "Faster! Pump faster, Mom!"
"Yes baby," she replied, speeding up her jerky motions.
A wild cry came from the other side of the wall, and Peggy squealed when she saw the thick him gushing from the head of her son's cock. She caught his come juice in her hand, feeling it so hot as it pooled there. She jacked hard, squeezing tightly. When her son finished coming, her hand was full of the thick creamy liquid. She clutched his cock very hard, drawing her hand toward the cockhead, watching a bead of come juice seep out of his piss hole.
Her tongue flicked up, then – still holding her son's cock – she began to smear his cock cream about her face, moaning as her pussy contracted with orgasm.
"Ooooh!" she moaned. "Ahhhhh, wonderful!"
Joey had no idea what his mother was doing. His cock was gripped tightly in her fist, and he couldn't pull it back through the hole. His prick was starting to droop, but his mother clutched it firmly.
How long she held her son's cock this way, wiping his come juice into her face, Peggy had no idea. However, it must have been five or ten minutes. During that time, Peggy experienced a series of orgasms she would have thought impossible only a few days before. For a woman who had not experienced an orgasm in years, she was suddenly enjoying multiple orgasms of such fierce intensity she could hardly stand it.
"Mom, turn loose, please," she heard her son saying.
Her fingers relaxed, and she felt him starting to pull his cock back from the peephole. Then, suddenly, she gripped his limp cock hard again, clinging to the cockhead and stopping him.
"Pee for me," she whispered.
"I didn't hear you, Mom."
"Honey, I said pee for me," she said a bit louder.
"What?"
"Piss for me!" she shouted. "Piss, Joey! Piss through the hole!"
She couldn't see his cock in her fist, and slowly relaxed her grip. But when she felt his cock pulling back, she clutched hard again.
"No, Joey!" she hissed. "Piss through the hole? I want to watch you piss!"
This time as her fingers reined, his cock remained there. The prickhead was barely showing because his cock was so limp and soft, but Peggy could see it, and she waited breathlessly for her son to send a stream of hot, golden piss into her bathroom.
At first, Joey seemed to have some trouble. He dribbled a small amount of piss, but the force was not enough to send it past the hole in the wall.
"Harder!" Peggy hissed excitedly.
The piss stream grew with power, and then it gushed through the hole and splashed onto the floor. Peggy gurgled hotly, her eyes haze as she stared at his piss stream.
OOO Joey!
She moved her hand into the stream, feeling the heat of his piss. She tried to wiggle her fingers into the peephole, wanting to pull his cock through it, but she couldn't. Now, all she could see was the spraying stream of hot golden piss. She shoved both her hands into it, tasting the acrid flavor of piss. Shivers ran about her body, shivers of such ecstasy, she almost came again.
Time and again, she used her son's piss to wash away the come juice on her face, enjoying it. It was so perverse, it thrilled her unlike anything she could think of.
With a cry, she scooted on her knees until she was in front of the peephole. Lifting her skirt, she spread her knees wide, shoving her cunt into the piss stream. When she felt her son pissing on her pussy, she moaned and looked down. The thick hair of her cunt was matted wetly against her flesh, and she pulled at the hairy pussy lips, making her clit strain forward. She arched and angled her cunt until she was taking her son's piss upon her clit. It stung in a delicious way. Pulling at the lips of her pussy, she lifted her cunt high, trying to have him piss directly upon the sensitive cunt lips.
"Ooooo, that feels so good!" she hissed.
Joey, not knowing what his mother was talking about, asked: "What are you doing, Mom?"
But Peggy couldn't tell him.
As his piss dribbled and finally stopped, she found herself embarrassed by what she had done. Not because of jacking him off or washing her face with his come juice – but because of how good it had felt to have him piss on her cunt, how much she had enjoyed dipping her tongue into his piss, how much she liked that strange taste.