Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  CHAPTER TEN

  Peggy bathed and spent a long time on her appearance.

  She made sure that Donny had a bath, despite his protestations that he had had one that morning. After she had bathed, she sat at the vanity, naked, brushing her auburn hair. She was anticipating the evening, and it was revealed on her beautiful face and in her sparkling green eyes.

  Donny came into her room as she sat there, and she winked at him in the mirror. He came up behind her and draped his hands over her shoulders, massaging her thrusting tits as he looked at her reflection.

  “We’re going to visit next door, aren’t we, Mother?” he said. He was cupping her tits in a manner that caused her nipples to stand up and poke between his thumb and forefinger. When he lifted it, she lowered her head and shoved her tongue out to lick the tip of her own nipple.

  “Yes, that’s where we’re going, darling,” she murmured softly.

  “I thought so.”

  She looked up at his reflected face. “Don’t you want to fuck Grace, baby?”

  “Aw, Mother,” he pouted. “Just because she didn’t care, that I saw her naked don’t mean she’d let me fuck her.”

  “Not long ago you said you wanted to fuck her.”

  “I still do,” Donny said.

  “Mmmm, you might be surprised,” she said. “Now, go dress and leave my tits alone. I can’t do anything with your feeling me up.”

  He left her reluctantly.

  Peggy was amused by his mixed feelings. He wanted to fuck the tall cool woman so much, yet he was afraid Grace wanted nothing to do with him. Her son, she thought, was in for a lovely surprise. Grace was a horny boy’s dream, the unattainable beauty that tie would fantasize about as he stroked his cock to discharge. Her son would be realizing his erotic dream in a few hours, she thought, pleased.

  As Grace had asked, Peggy called a few minutes before they left to walk across the lawn.

  “So we’ll know it’s you at the door instead of some salesman or whatever,” she had told Peggy.

  It seemed unusual, but she did as Grace asked.

  Wearing her new garter belt and flesh-toned nylons beneath her skirt and nothing else, she held her son’s hand as they walked across the lawn. She punched the doorbell and waited.

  “Oh, my God!” she gasped as the door was opened.

  Donny sucked in his breath sharply.

  Standing before them was Susy, dressed in the frock Grace had shown her. Susy’s lovely tits were exposed, uplifted by the cut-out bodice. Her sweet nipples were already hard, bright-pink in color. She smiled shyly at Peggy and Donny as they stepped into the house.

  Peggy sat on the couch next to Grace. Paul, sitting in his chair near the fireplace, greeting them without getting up. He was wearing conventional clothing — a sport shirt and slacks. The room was dim, and Peggy squinted, surprised to see that his slacks had been designed in such a way that his cock and balls were fully exposed. Turning to look at Grace, she saw the woman was wearing a blouse of such sheer material, her tits were completely revealed. Her skirt had a long slit up one side, a slit that ran to her waist. One creamy thigh was exposed, crossed over the other.

  Donny was gazing at Susy. The girl turned her back to them as she started for the kitchen to bring in soft drinks. Her sweet succulent ass was fully revealed. Donny was looking from Susy’s cute ass to Grace to Paul and to his mother, confused about what was going on.

  Grace smiled at him, lifting a hand. “Come and sit beside me, Donny,” she murmured. “I’m sure Susy won’t mind.”

  Peggy watched her son as he moved toward Grace, seeing the front of his pants already starting to bulge out. She lifted her eyes to his, smiling. Donny sat next to Grace, and he shot a glance at his mother when the woman boldly placed her palm upon his cock, giving him a squeeze.

  Peggy watched Paul’s cock lift into hardness as he sat there, now fondling his hairy balls with a big hand. Susy returned with a tray filled with soft drinks, passing them around. Peggy watched as the girl leaned over her father and lovingly felt his throbbing cock, giving it a jerk or two with her fist. She saw Paul run his hand up the back of Susy’s smooth, slim thigh and over the curving ass cheeks.

  Watching this, seeing Grace begin to fondle her son’s thrusting cock through his pants, Peggy’s cunt went into a swift pulsation of delight.

  She heard a soft snicking sound and turned her eyes toward Grace and Donny. Grace had pulled the zipper of Donny’s pants down and had his cock out, running her hot hand up and down his prick, cooing about the sturdy youthfulness of his cock. She was telling Donny what a lovely cock he had, such a hard prick and how much Susy talked about it.

  The words she heard came in a throaty sound from Grace, but she was becoming so excited, she didn’t hear complete sentences, just a word or two to catch the meaning.

  Peggy had always been a voyeur, and she loved to watch others fucking and sucking. It had been one of her greatest turn-ons when she had been with her husband at such parties. Now she turned her eyes to Paul and his daughter. Susy was bending over, still standing. Her sweet and innocent-looking face was close to the swollen head of his cock. Peggy began to breathe faster as she saw the girl kissing her father’s cock, brushing the moist piss hole back and forth with her lips. She saw Susy dart her tongue out and flick it about the dripping piss hole of her father’s cock, and Peggy pressed a hand into her lap, creating pressure upon her throbbing clit.

  Turning once more to watch Grace with Donny, she was not at all surprised to see the woman running her tongue about his cock, licking with the flat surface of her tongue, running over his cock head and delving the tip against his piss hole.

  Peggy, intensely excited by watching all this, pulled her skirt to her waist and scooted her ass to the edge of the couch, throwing her knees wide. She shoved her hand under the slit of Grace’s skirt, and Grace shifted her ass. Peggy ran her fingers over the bushy cunt of the woman who was licking Donny’s cock.

  Paul was gazing at Peggy, his eyes, hot as he watched her begin to feel of her own hairy pussy. Peggy, in turn, gazed with liquidy eyes as Susy began to struggle, trying to take her father’s cock into her mouth. Since his cock was so large, the best Susy could do, Peggy saw, was to wrap her lips about his smooth prickhead.

  There had been no conversation after the initial greeting, and the room wasn’t dimly lit anymore. Peggy could see everything clearly. The moist sounds of Susy sucking on the head of her father’s cock and Grace’s mouth devouring the full length of Donny’s cock filled her ears. Peggy plunged her finger into her cunt and began to fuck herself as she turned her eyes from Susy and Paul to Grace and Donny. As she began to fingerfuck herself, she slipped the finger of her other hand into Grace’s steaming wet pussy and fucked in and out.

  Susy lifted her mouth from her father’s cock and Peggy watched as the girl spread her legs over his lap, her back toward her. Peggy’s eyes glowed with delight as she watched Paul cup those succulent ass cheeks in his big hands. Susy had hold of her father’s cock, and she was fitting his prick into her tight cunt, making soft squealing sounds of ecstasy. Peggy couldn’t see how that large cock could fit into such a cunt. Her pink pussylips stretched and Peggy saw the girl plunge her ass downward, taking every thick inch. Susy’s tight ass began to bounce up and down, fucking her father’s cock, soft squeals of ecstasy bursting from her mouth.

  Again Peggy turned to look at Grace and her son.

  Grace had moved, and Peggy was no longer fingerfucking the dark-haired woman. Grace dropped to the floor, lifting her knees and holding them wide. She saw her son gazing between the woman’s thighs. Grace, with a wicked smile of invitation on her beautiful face, lifted her crotch and motioned for Donny with a finger.

  “Come and fuck it for me, Donny,” Grace said in a thick voice. “Don’t you want to fuck this hot, wet, hairy cunt? I’m a good fuck, you know, and I just love a cock like yours inside my hungry cunt!”

  Donny shot a glance at his mother, and s
he grinned at him. “Didn’t I tell you it would be a good party, darling?” Peggy said huskily, still fucking her finger in and out of her pussy. “Fuck her, baby! Fuck Grace… you’ve been wanting to get your cock in her cunt, now do it!”

  Donny went between Grace’s spread thighs quickly, and Peggy dropped to her knees at the woman’s hips. She grasped her son’s cock at the base and fitted his swollen prickhead into the woman’s cunt.

  Donny fucked in fast, grunting as he was wrapped by the arms of the woman. Somehow Peggy managed to get her hand between their, bodies and loosen his pants. She tugged them down as his ass continued banging up and down. Now, with her son’s ass naked, she leaned over and began to kiss and lick as best she could. But he was fucking Grace so wildly and enthusiastically that she was almost being bruised about her hips. Lifting her head, Peggy watched Susy’s tight ass twisting and plunging on her father’s cock. Sliding a hand underneath the churning ass of Grace, Peggy clutched one cheek. Grace darted a hand out and between Peggy’s thighs, a finger fucking into her cunt.

  The loud squeal from Susy told Peggy the girl was in the clutches of orgasm. No sooner had she heard Susy’s squeal than her son grunted and his body went stiff between Grace’s hot thighs. Shooting her hand between her son’s thighs, she pulled at his balls as he came, making the discharge more intense for Donny.

  When Susy lifted from her father’s cock, she cupped her hand against her cunt and giggled. “I’m full of come juice, Daddy!”

  Peggy suddenly reached out and caught Susy’s leg, pulling at the girl. Susy, still giggling, squatted over Peggy’s face, and Peggy shot her tongue deep into the come filled cunt, licking and sucking and swallowing with mindless ecstasy.

  Half an hour later, Peggy found herself being undressed by Susy, Grace and Paul. Her son, watching with excited eyes, once again had a lovely hard-on, as did Paul. Peggy knew she was next for those cocks, and she was more than eager for them.

  There was some talk going on, but Peggy heard nothing but the erotic roaring in her head. She was positioned on her back, and she felt her legs being lifted, her knees being pushed upwards. It lifted her ass and exposed her cunt, making her vulnerable to any cock that was close.

  It happened to be Paul’s.

  She cried with delight as his long thick cock fucked into her cunt. Then her son was above her face, his hard cock just above her mouth. Hungrily Peggy sucked the prick of her son deep into her mouth, tasting the juices left by Grace’s wet pussy.

  With a wiggle of ecstasy, she shot her hips high into the air as Paul fucked his cock deep into her burning pussy, her lips sucking in a frenzy on her son’s cock. Then she felt wet mouths on her nipples, Grace and Susy sucking on them.

  With her tits being sucked by mother and daughter, her cunt stuffed by Paul’s cock and her mouth filled with her son’s hard prick, Peggy was shivering with intense ecstasy. She was wailing around her son’s cock as she gobbled his prick greedily, hunching her ass up and down in a violent motion of mindless pleasure.

  She found Grace’s hot thighs and shoved her hand between them, reaching for her hairy cunt. She began to fuck her finger in and out, her other hand locating the sweetness of Susy’s pussy. Now, being fucked in her hot cunt by Paul, her mouth sucking hard on her son’s prick, Peggy was fingerfucking the erotic mother and daughter, the woman she had always thought so cold and aloof, a woman with a pail of ice cubes up her shapely ass.

  Every nerve of Peggy’s shapely body was burning, flames roaring and eating at her. Her cunt was in convulsions, her orgasms so strong she thought for sure they would rip her completely apart. With her hairy cunt sucking on Paul’s fucking cock, she fucked her fingers wildly in and out of the slippery cunts of Grace and Susy. She clamped her lips tightly about her son’s cock as he began to fuck in and out of her mouth. She felt the throbbing power of both pricks, and her eyes began to water with ecstasy.

  So intense were her orgasms and ecstasy that she hardly realized when Paul gushed come juice into her cunt. But she knew when her son came… her mouth was flooded with the sweetness of his come juice. From a distance she heard the sobbing wails of Susy and her mother, feeling the way those two cunts flexed about her fingers.

  After the four pulled from her, Peggy lay slumped in the middle of the floor, her flesh shivering as ecstasy continued to rumble through her. She felt hands caressing her naked body, but it was as though she was outside herself, watching.

  Her eyes opened, and, through the tears of delight, she saw them sitting on the floor, each feeling the other. She spread her thighs and felt a cool, refreshing breeze from someplace waft over her overheated cunt.

  “Oh, God!” she mewled, sitting up with an effort. “I’ve never had it so fucking good!”

  She watched them feeling each other, then her son was pressing his face into Grace’s bushy cunt. Susy lowered her face to Donny’s cock, and began sucking him. Paul turned to Peggy, and she rolled on top of him, spreading her thighs about his face as she began eating at his cock.

  Never again would she think anyone cold and unapproachable, as she had thought of Grace. With her mouth filled with Paul’s cock, she reached out and cupped her son’s balls as Susy sucked him, and she felt her son holding one of her tits as he tonguefucked Grace.

  THE END

  AB-5338 MY PEEPING MOM

  FOREWORD

  The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.

  The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage and performs with the girl in front of his friends. The woman who, after a few too many drinks at a party, takes on all corners, male and female alike. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the establishment, secretly joins the neighborhood mate-swappers.

  Janice Logan is one of these outwardly normal and quite proper people. But within her lies a love of depravity that even she at first refuses to recognize, a love of depravity that eventually forces her to act.

  MY PEEPING MOM — the story of a young woman haunted by the perversity seething within her. A story about one of the many problems facing our modern society.

  The Publisher

  CHAPTER ONE

  Janice sat on the chair in the darkness of her bedroom.

  She knew she couldn’t be seen. But she could see.

  The house next door had bedrooms facing her own. There was perhaps twenty feet separating them, with a low fence between. At night, there were usually lights in those bedrooms, and she had been seeing some interesting goings on ever since the house was occupied.

  Watching from the darkness of her own bedroom, Janice did not deny the excitement it aroused in her.

  She had long ago come to terms with her erotic nature.

  In the beginning, she had fought against it, thinking it weird and perverse, wicked, lewd. But then after she had suffered horribly, Janice accepted it. Once she accepted the feelings and emotions that rumbled through her body and mind, she had found a measure of peace. She knew of her desires, of the wanton desires in her mind and body, but she kept them to herself… so far.

  And now, the things she saw next door were making those desires burn with a searing flame. At first it had been fun and exciting just to peek, but now it was turning into torment.

  The light was on across the fence, as usual. But the room was empty. That didn’t matter; Janice knew it would be occupied soon. About ten feet from that window was another, and it, too, was usually well lit. Either those next door felt secure, or they didn’t care if someone saw them. Either way, Janice wasn’t going to inform them that they could, be seen. She didn’t want to put a stop to what was quickly becoming a nightly pleasure.

  The things that happened next door did not always happen at the same time. Most of the time only one room was worth watching.

  Peeking into the lighted windows did not bother Janice. Although it had, at first, she learned to accept this p
art of her sexual nature, too. Now it no longer made her feel ashamed or guilty. She knew she was spying on her next door neighbors, but they should draw the drapes if they didn’t want to be seen, she told herself.

  Her eyes lit up as she saw the girl enter the bedroom. As usual, the girl was wearing pajamas. She was very beautiful. The girl had a sweet face, with huge eyes that gleamed. Her hair was blonde, a honey color. She also had that creamy tan most girls had in the hot summer months.

  Janice pulled her chair closer to the window. The girl next door stood before a mirror, brushing her hair. She seemed to be humming softly, Janice noted. As the girl brushed her long hair, she did swaying motions, as if she were dancing slowly to some unheard music. The ass twisted and writhed in a tantalizing manner, and Janice felt a tingle start between her thighs.

  In the beginning, Janice had not become very excited watching the girl, but the more she watched, the more interesting it was, and she wasn’t surprised to find her emotions, her cunt, responding to the things she saw.

  Watching the girl place the brush down, Janice knew what was next.

  The girl opened the tops of her pajamas and slipped it off. The tightness of those saucy tits were creamy and inviting. Janice ran her tongue over her lips as her eyes strained with smoldering desire.

  The girl cupped her tits with both hands, gazing in the mirror at them. When she thumbed the nipples, then began to twist them, Janice could hear her faint moan of pleasure. The windows in that house were usually open, and she could hear the girl’s moans and sighs and whimpers.

  When the girl hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her pajamas, Janice felt a burning in her own cunt. She ran her tongue over her lips with anticipation. The pajamas began to slide down. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or not, but it seemed to Janice those pajamas went down much slower than before. And there was a lot of wiggling and twisting of that ass, too.