Peggy sat forward, gathering her son into her arms and hugging him tightly, his face against her naked tits. “Oh, you’re so sweet to me, baby!” she cooed. “That was wonderful! My God… you sucked my cunt as if you’ve been doing it for years! You haven’t been holding out on me, have you?”
“I’ve never did that before, Mother,” he said.
“You were like a kid with candy for the first time in years.” She smiled at him. “You must have enjoyed it.”
“I loved it, Mother! Your cunt tastes good! I wonder if Susy’s pussy tastes as good.”
Peggy knew she had failed in getting his mind off the girl. There just had to be some way, some way to divert his erotic desire away from Susy.
“Sit on the couch, darling,” she said in a husky voice. “After that tongue fucking you gave me, you deserve something nice in return.”
With his cock about to burst, Donny quickly sat on the couch. Peggy scooted to the floor, sitting at his feet. She shoved his knees apart and began stroking his hard cock and fondling his balls, using both her hands. Donny moved his ass forward as his mother had done, anticipating her hot, wet mouth on his cock.
Peggy kissed the inside of her son’s thighs with her hot lips, her green eyes blazing up at his cock wrapped in her fist. Shoving her tongue out, she licked his thighs, going from one to the other, licking the sensitive inner portions, circling her tongue close to his balls. She shoved her tongue far out, then began to bounce his balls up and down, her fist keeping up the slow jacking motions of his throbbing cock.
Finally she began to circle his balls with the tip of her tongue. She traced about his balls and the base of her son’s cock, making soft whimpering sounds of pleasure. Sliding her tongue down again, she shoved it beneath her son’s balls and opened her mouth as wide as she could.
Taking Donny’s balls into her mouth, she sucked at them gently, running her tongue about the wrinkled flesh. After a bit, she let his balls fall away and ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, flicking it over the smooth head of his prick. At the piss hole she tapped her tongue against it, tasting the seeping fuck juices that bubbled up. Peggy ran her tongue all about his swollen cockhead, then took his prick into her mouth. With her hair swirling, she began to suck up and down her son’s cock, taking his prick deep.
Donny’s eyes were fiery as they stared down at his mother’s cockfilled mouth, his hips pumping to meet the down thrust of her devouring lips. Peggy gurgled with ecstasy, loving the hardness of her son’s cock between her hot, tight, slippery lips. She loved the way his prick brushed at her throat when she sucked deep, loved the smoothness of his cock head as her tongue swirled and lapped. Best of all, she loved the taste of his dripping fuck juices against her tongue.
When she pulled her stretched lips from his cock, Donny grunted a protest. “I was gonna come, Mother!”
“I know, lover,” she said softly. “But don’t worry, you’ll come… and it’s going to be fantastic!”
She lifted his knees and shoved them against his chest. “Hold your knees there, baby,” she said.
With Donny holding his knees, Peggy stared into his crotch. His balls were beautiful, his cock throbbing. The cheeks of his ass parted, and the pucker of his asshole was in view. Shoving her face down, Peggy began to run her tongue about the cheeks of her son’s ass. He grunted with surprise, but his eyes flashed with pleasure.
Peggy licked the cheeks of his ass, then she fluttered the tip of her tongue deep, scraping across her son’s asshole. Opening her lips, she pressed them tightly against his ass. With a sucking motion, she plunged her tongue into her son’s asshole quickly. Donny gasped, but he held his knees tightly against his chest. Peggy, her tongue fucking into his tight asshole, his balls pressed against her nose, gripped his cock and began jacking his prick with a wild flurry of motion. Plunging her tongue deep into his asshole, she could just barely peek past his cock and watch his face. Her son’s eyes blazed with erotic ecstasy as he lifted his ass against her face. When Donny began a rocking motion, Peggy pulled her tongue out of his puckered tightness, up over his balls, to the base of his cock, then down again.
Once more she thrust her tongue into his asshole, fucking with intense delight. She felt his cock throbbing harder in her tight fist, and her green eyes watched his swollen prick head closely. His cock was dripping more and more, and his prick head was seemingly growing larger.
Peggy’s tongue fucked deep into her son’s asshole. She felt his asshole flexing around her tongue as her lips sucked. She anticipated his pleasure, eagerly watching for him to start coming. Her fist gripped his cock hard at the base, squeezing and no longer jerking up and down.
She heard him grunt.
Quickly, her tongue pulled from his tight asshole and she raced it against his balls. Her gaze was still on the head of his cock as the first gush of come juice erupted. The white glob of come juice flew almost half a foot into the air. With a loud squeal, Peggy lifted her head quickly and, just as the spurt of come juice fell to his stomach, closed her lips about the head of his cock in time to catch the other spurts. The thick, creamy sweetness of his come juice coated her tongue, making her eyes roll with ecstasy. Each squirt of his come juice splashed against her cheeks, and she began to swallow with a greedy, liquid sound.
Peggy clung to her son’s cock as he came.
Her lips were wrapped about the head, her fist still tight at the base. Her mouth filled time and again, sending sparks of ecstasy between her thighs. She wailed around his cock as a shattering orgasm burst within her cunt.
Falling forward, Peggy still had her son’s cock inside her mouth as the small pool of come juice on his stomach smeared her cheek. She could hear her son gasping, and her own breaths came in choking pants.
Releasing her son’s cock, she sat back on the floor, his come juices glistening on her cheek. Slowly her son reined, his feet back on the floor.
“Well, how was that?” she asked.
“You sure know how to drain a guy, Mother,” he panted.
“Of course I do,” she laughed. “That’s because I love to suck cock, and I have this deliciously dirty mind… just like you, you horny shit!” She slapped him playfully on the hip. “That should cool your balls for a while.”
But as her son pulled his jogging shorts back on, she knew very well it wouldn’t cool him off. Her son, she knew could not go long without more pussy. He was as insatiable as she was now that they had started this. The problem was that Donny, she knew, wanted to fuck Susy. She knew that no matter what she did for him, he was soon going to get his hands into the girl’s panties, and his cock inside her sugary cunt.
She watched him leave the house, knowing very well that he was going to be with Susy ma short time. Getting to her feet, pulling her panties up, she wandered into her bedroom for a shower.
There was a feeling of apprehension growing within her about Donny’s desire for Susy. She didn’t feel any fear, strangely enough, but a sort of tension of some impending incident. She ate dinner alone, wondering where Donny was.
He had never been so late before. She wasn’t really worried because, despite his manner, he seldom gave her cause to be concerned.
But when he still had not come home by ten that evening, she began to worry.
CHAPTER FIVE
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 establish
ed 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 hotassed 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.”
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