Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  A woman stepped into view. Peggy didn’t know if it was his wife or not; she had never met the woman. But she was an attractive woman. Tall, with a good body, good tits, and strong legs. Peggy watched the woman lean over the bed and grasp the man’s cock. She pumped it a few times, grinning lewdly at him.

  The hair on her cunt was almost red, like a burnished copper penny. “You’re still hard, I see,” the woman said, her other hand cradling his balls, still pumping on his prick. Then the woman leaned forward and kissed the head of the man’s cock.

  Peggy heard her son gasp in pleasure and felt his fingers grip hers tightly. The man grabbed the back of the woman’s head and arched his cock upward, fucking half of his prick into her mouth. The woman struggled away, glaring at him.

  “I’m not a fucking cocksucker, you asshole,” the woman said. “You want some pussy, okay, but I won’t take that thing in my mouth. You try that again and you can go diddle it yourself.”

  “Damn it, other women will suck a guy’s cock,” the man replied.

  “How would you know?” the woman said, jacking on his prick again as she sat on the edge of the bed. “Have you been getting blow jobs in the lettuce or something at the store?”

  “I bet Peggy Mason would suck a cock,” the man said.

  Peggy’s breath felt like a huge, hot ball in her throat. She shot a glance at her son, and saw his eyes gleaming hotly.

  The man, apparently, not only looked at her with those eyes, undressing her all the time, but talked to his wife about her, too. Although what she had heard came as a surprise, she was very much aware of the fiery heat inside her jeans. Being talked about that way sent a rippling shiver up and down her spine. She did not feel any anger against the man. Men talked about women that way all the time.

  “You let me catch you with this cock in her fucking mouth, or anyplace else, and I’ll shove it up your asshole, buddy boy,” the woman said.

  “I still think she’d suck a guy’s cock off, under the right circumstances,” the man said, fondling the woman’s tits.

  “Well, you just pretend my cunt is her mouth,” the woman snickered, swinging her legs over him so that she was half-sitting and half-squatting above his upright cock. “You can fantasize about her sucking you while I fuck it. I bet my pussy is wetter and hotter than her mouth, anyway. Besides, you old fart, you’ve never had better pussy than mine.”

  Peggy was holding her breath and her eyes were huge and hot as she watched them. Her cunt was boiling, something she had not expected to feel earlier. Her son was gripping her hand very hard, his breathing even louder now. She just hoped the man and woman were much too excited to hear him.

  She watched the woman reach behind her naked ass and take hold of the man’s cock, twisting her ass until she had the swollen head positioned. Peggy and her son could see the hairy wetness of the woman’s cunt, and they stared as the big head of his cock disappeared into that wet pussy.

  “Oooooooo, so big and nice!” the woman murmured, her eyes closed as she settled her ass down, the man’s cock fully inside her pussy. “God, I love it when you’re so hard and big!”

  The woman leaned over and braced her body with her hands, her tits dangling close to the man’s face. She began to thrust her spreading ass up and down, her cunt fucking his cock slowly as she mewled with pleasure. Peggy and Jeff were in a position to see the woman’s cunt stretching about the man’s cock, to see the glistening wetness on him, to watch his balls writhe and draw up. The pucker of the woman’s asshole winked as she moved her ass.

  Jeff tightened his fingers about his mother’s hand, squeezing hard. Peggy was breathing heavily now, fascinated by what she was watching. She had never felt so aroused in her life. Her tits seemed painfully swollen, and her nipples felt as if they would burst. Her cunt was on fire and her ass flexed, her knees becoming weak. She could feel her son trembling next to her and felt an almost overpowering desire to grab his cock. Somehow, she managed to keep her hands off him, her eyes wide and hot as she watched the man and woman fucking. The woman was bouncing her naked ass up and down faster now, groaning loudly. She wiggled her ass and slammed down hard on the man, grinding her crotch against him as she took his cock as deep as she could.

  “Oh, you hot fucker, you!” the woman groaned. “I love that cock, Hank! You’re so fucking big in my cunt! God, do you stretch my pussy! Oooo, I’m going to suck your cock off!”

  The man ached his hips up and clawed his fingers into the woman’s ass, trying to bring her down tighter. “You’ve sure got a hot one,” he groaned. “Always so fucking hot and wet! Has your cunt always been this hot and wet?”

  “Always!” the woman gurgled, fucking her cunt up and down on his cock again. “I’ve always had a hot cunt, and you know it! Now, shut the fuck up and let’s get to going, you asshole!”

  Peggy had to lean against the house, her knees shaking very badly. She felt as if she would be coming in no time. The way the woman swung her naked ass up and down, she and her son could hear the wet slapping sounds. She wanted to curl her hand between her thighs and press hard against her bubbling cunt, but one hand was bracing herself on the wall and Jeff was clutching her other hand so tightly, she wondered if she would have a broken finger or two when he released her.

  The man was thrusting his hips up and down now while the woman held her ass up. She and her son could watch his cock penetrate the woman’s hair-rimmed, very wet cunt. They could see her pink flesh cling to his cock, then sink inward as the man fucked into her power fully, his balls tight now at the base.

  “Uh… uh… uh!” the woman gasped as the man fucked his cock in and out, causing her tits to swing and sway. Her nipples were long and hard. She had her head back, her eyes closed, her face contorted with ecstasy. “Bang me! Bang the piss out of my cunt! Ohhhh, Hank, fuck the hell out of me!”

  “I’ll fuck your hot ass!” the man grunted, fucking powerfully into her pussy. “I’ll ream your cunt good! I’m going to fuck you until smoke comes out of your fucking ass!”

  “Oh, God… yes, yes!” the woman wailed.

  The woman’s naked ass cheeks jiggled from the force of his fucking, her tits swinging about. The man clawed at her ass, spreading her ass cheeks, unknowingly revealing the fullness of her cunt and asshole to Peggy and Jeff. He hunched up and down, grunting with his effort. “I’m about to come!” the man growled. “Ready? Are you ready to come with me?”

  “Go… go… go!” the woman shouted, her naked body shaking now. “Squirt it to me! Shoot it in my cunt! Ooooo, I’m there! I’m coming… I’m coming!”

  The man fucked hard into her cunt, holding his cock deep. His balls became very tight, then writhed as he yelled in ecstasy, his body stiff.

  Peggy and Jeff were frozen at the window, their eyes hazy with passion. Jeff continued to cling to his mother’s hand in a painful manner, but Peggy felt no pain. They watched the woman relax, sliding her legs down the man’s, her naked ass shivering as she stretched out on top of him, kissing about his face. The man caressed her back, but spent most of his time feeling the cheeks of her ass and thighs.

  Finally the woman rolled from him, and his cock glistened wetly. Peggy and Jeff stood there, watching them stroke and fondle each other. The woman bent one leg at the knee, swinging it back and forth, running her hand about her tits and down into the thick curls of her cunt.

  “Now tell, me a blow job is better than that,” the woman said. “There isn’t a mouth around that can do what my cunt can do to your cock, Hank.”

  “You’re probably right,” the man said. “Still I’d bet a head of lettuce to a rotten tomato that Peggy Mason could suck a mean cock.”

  “You think any pretty woman will suck your cock,” the woman replied.

  “I’d sure like to have her give me a knob job,” the man said, teasing the woman now. “I’d drink up a few gallons of her piss just to see how pretty her cunt was.”

  “You’re a fucking pervert,” the woman snorted. “All you

think about is getting blow jobs.”

  “Hell, a guy can dream, can’t he? When did they pass a law saying a guy couldn’t dream about that?”

  “Dream all you want, lover boy,” the woman said, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “Just make sure you don’t go sticking that cock anyplace but up my cunt, you hear me?”

  Peggy and her son saw the woman enter the bathroom, and she pulled at her son’s hand, wanting to get away now.

  Jeff came along reluctantly. On the sidewalk he said, “But, Mom, they’ll do it again. They always do it two times.”

  “We’re going home,” Peggy said firmly.

  Jeff walked beside her quietly. She knew that if he had been by himself he would have stayed and watched them again. But she wanted to go home. There was the strangest feeling in her. Her cunt was very wet, almost soaking the crotch of her jeans. Her nipples were so sensitive and tender she could hardly stand the way they brushed against her shirt.

  Entering the house, she told her son to get into bed and go to sleep. Once she made sure he was in his room, she went to her own. The scene remained in her mind, and the comments of the man seemed to burn there, too. She had had no idea he thought of her that way. She had been nervous enough when he looked at her that she had started going to the more expensive market down the street.

  Climbing into bed, Peggy could not resist doing something she thought was a long-gone childhood habit — she began playing with herself.

  The scene she and Jeff had witnessed had excited her more than she would have thought. Her cunt was fiery, her pussy lips swollen, her clit tingling and almost too sensitive for her to touch.

  Peggy turned onto her stomach and drew her knees under, raising her ass high. She spread her knees and placed her face on a pillow sideways, her tits on the bed as she bowed her back. She shoved her right hand to her hairy cunt and squeezed a tit with her left. She rubbed at her cunt, waving her naked, succulent ass about, moaning softly, her eyes closed. The tingling pleasure grew inside her, then became intense. She was about to come, and her fingers moved faster and faster. Her moans became louder. The scene of the woman fucking the man burned in bright heat behind her eyes, and she saw it all once more as her fingers agitated her clit into a shattering orgasm.

  She remained with her naked ass high in the air, her breathing slowing. Finally she shoved her legs out straight and rested on her stomach, the cheeks of her sweetly rounded ass quivering.

  “Peggy Mason, the cocksucker,” she whispered to herself.

  A soft giggle bubbled from her. She pictured herself with that man, on her knees, surrounded by fresh leafy lettuce, sucking his stubby cock hungrily.

  “That’s the silliest thing ever,” she whispered to the darkened room. “If I was going to suck some man’s cock, it sure wouldn’t be his!”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Since she had been out so late the night before, Peggy didn’t wake up until almost ten that morning.

  The sunlight came in the window, and for a moment she wondered why that was. She always pulled the drapes. A frown came over her pretty face, remembering how excited she had been when she and Jeff got back home. She had forgotten to pull those damned drapes! She wondered vaguely if someone else had been prowling the neighborhood, someone peeking in at her as she fingerfucked herself so wickedly.

  So what? She thought, stretching and yawning. Give the horny kid a break. She swung her long beautiful legs over the bed and sat up. Her eyes became wide. Why would it have to be a horny kid peeking at her? If anyone peeped at her, it could just as easily have been a man, or a woman. Why did she think it would be a kid?

  Jeff, for instance.

  She shrugged that thought away and stood up. She walked nakedly into her bathroom and added scented oils as the tub filled. She sat on the toilet as the tub filled, watching the steam rise. Steam like last night, she thought to herself with a soft giggle. I was sure steaming last night. I never felt so damned hot in my life. Did Jeff… Peggy frowned, but the thought remained. Did Jeff jack off in his bed, the way I did to make myself come? The image of her son in his bed, his cock gripped by a fist, pumping frantically up and down, sent a thrill shooting from her toes to her head.

  Peggy sank into the hot water, leaning back as the heat soothed her flesh. She found herself wondering about the coming night, if Jeff would want her to go out with him again… and if she would go. Mother and son, she thought, wandering around at night and looking in windows, watching people fucking! It was about as crazy as could be. A man, or a boy, peeping it windows was common enough, and perhaps a girl or woman now and then but mother and son? Crazy as all hell, that was for sure!

  Crazy it may have been, but Peggy found herself anxiously waiting for darkness. Jeff was in and out of the house most of the day and she had little time to talk to him. However, she found her gaze straying to the front of his pants every time he came in the door. She wondered if she was looking to see if his cock was hard or not, and wondered why she was looking at his crotch in the first place.

  Jeff paid no particular attention to her, no more or less than he always did. In a way, she felt he should be talking to her, looking at her, or something. After all they had, just the night before, shared one unusual thing together. Somehow Peggy felt he should act differently toward her, but she wasn’t just sure how.

  During dinner, he talked about his day, who he had seen and played with. But not once did he mention what they had seen the night before. Nothing had changed. Every thing was as it had always been. Peggy was beginning to wonder if her son was a Jekyll and Hyde type boy. Maybe he was a little boy during the day, and, when it was dark, became a horny boy who had to peep into windows and watch people fucking. The idea was outlandish to her. If a boy or girl was horny, they were horny whether it was day or night. At least they were, to her way of thinking. Day or night had nothing to do with when a person got all steamy for a fuck… or a jack off… a finger fuck. They were horny no matter what time of day or night it was.

  At bedtime, Jeff still gave no indication about her going with him. She was becoming nervous again. Not nervous, really, but anxious. Peggy had to admit to herself she wanted to go with him, and maybe they could see more excitement together.

  At eleven, Jeff came to her. “Ready to go, Mom?”

  Peggy’s heart thudded. “Go where?” she asked innocently.

  “Like last night, Mom,” he said. “Don’t you wanna go with me tonight?”

  Peggy was in her chair, and he stood near. Her eyes raked the front of his pants, but he didn’t have a hard-on. Then she noticed her son was gazing openly at her thighs. Her skirt had hiked up past her knees as she sat there, almost to her lap. Peggy didn’t flush or feel embarrassed. Instead, her gaze went back down to his pants, and she admitted she was disappointed by his lack of a hard-on. She stood up, saying, “Let me change first.”

  Again she dressed in tight jeans and shirt, wondering why she felt it necessary. Her skin and blouse would have been okay, and probably cooler since it was so hot.

  By the time she had locked the door and put the key into her pocket, Jeff was clutching her hand again, and they walked off down the sidewalk. The street lamps cast a silvery kind of harsh light, and they walked slowly. Peggy noticed her son was looking at houses as they walked and hoped he would not choose a house nearby.

  Roughly four blocks away, he pulled his mother off the sidewalk and they crept silently along the side of a house until they reached a lighted window. Peggy wondered how many people in this town left lights on in the bedroom, with the drapes wide open. It was, she thought, almost as if they wanted someone to peek in at them, to watch the things they did with one another.

  There was no one in the bedroom, but when she started to pull at Jeff’s hand, he drew her back, whispering, “Wait, Mom. Someone will bet here in a minute.”

  Jeff was right.

  A man and woman came from an adjoining bathroom, both of them naked and still damp from a shower or bath. Peggy recognized the man right away. He was the young doctor who had recently set up practice in town. She had seen him once for a minor throat problem. The woman she knew, too. And it sure wasn’t the doctor’s wife. It was Sandra, Peggy’s next door neighbor. Peggy wondered if Sandra’s husband knew what was going on. He probably didn’t; he was out of town so much on his job as a salesman.

  “That’s Sandra,” Jeff whispered excitedly.

  “Shhhh!” Peggy shushed him. “They might hear us.”

  “The window is closed, Mom,” Jeff pointed out. He was staring with hot eyes into the room. “She’s so pretty,” he whispered. “Pretty titties, too.”

  Peggy gasped. Jeff had never said things like that in front of her before. But she had not gone out peeping into windows before, either, with or without her son.

  Sandra was a tall redhead, with the creamy flesh usually associated with a redhead. Her green eyes shined with friendliness all the time. Her tits jutted out beautifully, with pale pink nipples. Even the hair on her cunt was red, Peggy noticed. She had very long, very luscious legs, and a swelling ass that was almost boyish.

  The doctor was tall, with dark hair and dark eyes and a muscular body. His cock, standing out very hard with a huge head, was covered at the base with dark hair, but surprisingly he had very little hair on his balls.

  “Have you seen them before, Jeff?” Peggy whispered to her son.

  “Only the doctor,” Jeff whispered back, “and with a different woman, his wife, I think. I’ve never seen Sandra with him. I saw her in her bedroom once, though.”

  Peggy had not realized just how beautiful her next door neighbor was until now. In fact, she would not have suspected that Sandra would be with any man except her own husband. And here she was, stark naked with the new doctor in town.

  They watched the doctor and Sandra hug each other, kissing hotly. The doctor’s hands moved down Sandra’s back and caressed the swell of her ass, squeezing her ass cheeks as he pulled her lower body against his hard-on.

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