She saw the slight bulge in his pocket where he had stuffed her panties, and found herself wondering what he was going to do with them. She waited until her son was in his room, and with a girlish giggle, a somewhat lewd giggle, she found a knife in the kitchen and, almost singing with happiness, went to her bathroom.
There she thrust the knife into the hole her son had made, widening it until it was two inches in circumference. She wanted to make it larger, but that was big enough for him to see better, she felt. Pleased with herself, she started down the hall to put the knife away. She stopped near the closed door of her son’s room, and with a sudden impulse, pushed it open silently.
Joey was on his back, her panties draped over his face sound asleep already. He lay on top of the sheets his pajamas gaping open. His cock was showing, and Peggy gasped softly as she stared at it. Heat flared between her thighs, and she couldn’t resist shoving her hand under her dress and touching her naked cunt.
She felt an overwhelming desire to run into his room, grab his young cock, caress it and make it hard, then stuff it into her cunt. But Peggy resisted this urge, too. It was tiresome resisting the urges that filled her. She stared at his cock for a long time, rubbing at her cunt with a firm palm.
Then she turned and went back to her bathroom, and began to widen the hole in the wall until she added another inch to it. That was big, she saw, big enough for her son to…
She shoved the thought away, and prepared for bed. She wondered what Joey would think when he saw how big his peep hole had become. He would know she had done it, of course. Taking a pair of panties from her drawer, she started to slide her foot into them when she stopped.
“Fuck it,” she said.
Then realizing what she had said out loud, “Why now?” she whispered pulling her gown over her body. “Fuck it! Fuck it good! I’ll sleep without panties if I want to. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!”
The word sounded good, and she whispered it over and over as she climbed into bed.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck.”
Peggy had never said that word.
But now… she hugged herself after turning out the light and climbing between the cool sheets.
She spread her legs apart, lifting her gown to her waist. She shoved her arms above her head and began to writhe her hips, making sensual motions, grinding lewdly, grinning in the darkness.
“Why not?” she murmured. “I’ll make any kind of movement I want. I’m a woman. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
She scissored her legs a while, feeling excitement throbbing in her cunt. The sensation felt good, but she knew that was as far as it would go.
She wouldn’t come.
She knew, that much.
After a while, she turned onto her side, drawing one knee upward, and went to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Peggy wanted to be up before her son, so she had set her alarm.
She wanted to be in the bathroom when he discovered what she had done to his peephole.
With her son still sleeping, she bathed in scented water, enjoying the heat. She stuck her tongue out at the enlarged hole, her eyes taking on a gleam of pleasure. She had not made up her mind what to do with the enlarged peephole, but would take it as it came.
She had finished drying her body when, she heard her son enter the bathroom on the other side of the wall. She didn’t think he would peep unless he knew she was there, so she squatted and peered through it, herself. She saw her son, still in his pajamas. He had her panties in his hand, and she held her breath as she saw him pull his cock out of his pajamas. She felt her cunt starting to throb and swell when Joey began pissing.
The golden stream of piss came out freely, splashing into the toilet. Peggy’s eyes began to glaze as she watched her son piss, understanding it excited her. When she saw her son dangle her panties into the stream, she felt her clit bulge out with a painful hardness. She watched him piss against the crotch of her panties, then bring them close to his cock.
She moaned silently as Joey shook his prick. The moan almost gave her away when she saw him wrap his cock in her panties, and start to jerk his fist back and forth. She gazed with hot eyes as his cock swelled into hardness and her cunt became fiery and wet.
Seeing him starting to turn, she drew away from the hole, not ready to let him see her watching him. She stepped back a few feet, watching the hole carefully. She was totally naked, and if her son looked through the wall, he would see her entire body for the first time. Peggy wanted him to see her naked now, and she stood with her feet spread slightly. She placed her hands on her rounded ass, arching her hips forward, the pink lips of her wet cunt showing.
Then she saw her son’s eye.
A tremor shot through her body.
Deliberately, while feeling her wit starting to blush, Peggy slipped her hands back in front of her body, caressing her flat stomach. Joey’s eye followed her hands, and Peggy cupped her tits sensually, fondling them. With her son watching, her excitement increased. Her nipples bulged out, stiff and tingling. She pulled them, twisting them, moaning softly, wanting her son to hear her now. Her hips moved, twisting in a slow, tight circle.
Her hands slipped down her quivering stomach again, and she pushed her fingers through the thick mat of pussy hair. She pulled the lips of her cunt open, her clit straining outward. She heard the gasp of her son on the other side of the bathroom wall. Hearing his excitement encouraged her. She stroked a fingertip along the edge of her swollen clit, thinking she was doing exactly what her ex-husband had wanted her to do, only she was doing it for her son. Peggy felt deliciously wicked, not like a nice girl at all. How could anything be nicer, she thought, then having her son watch her play with her cunt?
She dipped a middle finger into her pussy slowly, spreading her legs wider so her son could see what she was doing clearly. She fucked the finger in and out of her cunt a few times, then began to stroke her inflamed cunt once more. She felt the wet heat greater than ever, but she knew she would not come. She had tried finger fucking many times before, and it never worked with her.
She made soft sounds of pleasure, exaggerating them so her son could hear. What she wanted, specifically, she wasn’t sure. She knew only that it felt good to fondle her cunt as her son peeked at her. She knew his cock would be very hard now, and hoped he was gripping it tightly, maybe jacking on it. She told herself she would love to have him come as he watched what she was doing, spurt his come juice against the wall, leave it there. She would go to his bathroom and clean it up, maybe with… Peggy’s face burned as the thought boiled into her mind.
She would lick his come juice off the wall! She had never thought of doing such a thing in her life. She had not even taken her husband’s cock into her mouth, despite his many requests. And now she was thinking about licking the come juice of bet son’s balls off a bathroom wall! It was crazy, insane — and she loved it.
Listening to her son’s heavy breathing, she twisted her hips erotically, pushing her finger into her cunt and drawing it up over her inflamed clit. She felt as if she might come, but when the feeling grew, it suddenly receded before she came. She didn’t know how long she stood there, feeling herself, wiggling her hips, with her son peeking. She heard a desperate gasp from her son, and recognized the sound her ex-husband made at the time he came off.
Then her son’s eye was gone.
Peggy leaned over and pecked through the enlarged hole, and saw the bathroom was empty.
She ran into her bedroom, pulling her robe on. She belted it as she entered the hall. She saw that her son was in the kitchen, making himself a bowl of cereal. Then she sneaked into his room and into his bathroom.
There, on the wall near the hole, his cock cream gleamed wetly. Her panties, she noticed, were draped on his sink. Shivering, her legs rubbery, Peggy stepped close to the wall. She ran the tip of one finger along the edge of the wetness, and with a moan, squatted down. She darted her tongue out and swirled it through the warm come juice, tasting it.
As she licked at the wall, her eyes closed, she felt powerful spasms gabbing at her cunt. Her ass jerked tightly, and she was having the third orgasm of her entire life.
Groaning with rapture, Peggy lapped in a frenzy at the come juice, licking it from the wall, finding the taste sweet. She wanted to lick the wall forever, but she was so greedy, she soon had it cleaned of come juice. Still, she squatted there, her cunt spasming tightly. She couldn’t believe the feeling, the power of her orgasm. She rolled her tongue about in her mouth, taking a final lick at the wall, wishing there was more come juice for her.
Licking her lips, she stood up. Her legs were weak, and her cunt felt very sensitive.
She walked slowly to the kitchen, where Joey was finishing his cereal. She was in her robe, and that was something else a nice girl didn’t do — go to breakfast in her robe. A nice girl always dressed for meals, any meal. But Peggy wasn’t a nice girl; she wasn’t going to be a nice girl ever again, she had decided. She prepared coffee, and sat across from her son, sipping it. Her eyes danced and sparkled.
Joey glanced at her, but turned his eyes away quickly.
Peggy wanted to laugh at his shyness. She wanted to shout at him that she knew he had watched her, that she had known he jacked off that she had licked his jism from the wall. She wanted to jump up and rip her robe off, dance naked for him, then climb on top of her son and fuck his young cock frantically.
Instead, she sat in apparent calm, drinking her coffee, amused that he tried to keep his eyes off her. Peggy adjusted the folds of her robe, exposing the creamy swells and valley of her shapely tits, wanting to draw his eye. She had never done anything like this in her life, but then again she was doing alot of things she had never done before. She was not going to be a nice girl ever again.
She had discovered the joy of orgasm.
Joey saw the creamy exposure of his mother’s tits, and writhed in the chair, his cock trying to poke from his pajamas. He peeked when he thought his mother wasn’t watching, but Peggy saw him every time. When he stood up, he tried to turn from her quickly, but she caught sight of his cock straining at his pajamas. She swallowed quickly as a lewd giggle started to bubble from her. She watched her son walk from the kitchen. Then she got up and rushed to her room. She entered the bathroom and peered through the hole, watching her son shove his pajamas down. His cock rose up hard the cockhead swollen. His balls looked very tight and full. He picked up her panties from the sink, and started to drape them over his cock.
Peggy knew he had seen the wall now.
She almost giggled again. She wondered what he was thinking. He knew, of course, that she had been in his bathroom, had cleaned the wall, but he didn’t know who had done it.
Before she could stop herself, Peggy stood and turned her ass to the wall. She pressed her ass against it, and leaned over. She felt her cunt against the hole, knowing her son could see it easily. She leaned over, her hands on her knees, her cunt against the hale, waiting breathlessly, wondering if her son would get the nerve to touch her cunt.
Joey saw his mother’s cunt, saw the wet cunt lips and curly hair. He stared hotly, knowing she had cleaned the wall. That meant, he thought, his mother knew what he had been doing. Then he realized the hole had been enlarged. For a moment he hesitated, then realized if his mother was pressing her cunt there, she wanted him to do something with it, maybe… fuck her.
Peggy, waiting eagerly, wanted her son to feel her pussy, to touch it with his fingers.
She felt a hot hardness pressing at the lips of her cunt, and she couldn’t hold back a soft whimper. It had never felt this way with her ex-husband, she realized. But then she had not shoved her cunt to a hole in the wall for him, either.
Peggy’s eyes popped wide open, a gasp bursting from her.
Something was sliding into her cunt, and it was bigger than a finger.
For a moment she almost jerked her cunt away, then she stopped herself.
Joey was fucking his cock into her cunt!
She couldn’t stop the soft cry, and although she knew her son could hear her, she didn’t even try. His cock spread the lips of her cunt, going deeper, slowly, as if he were afraid she would jerk away. But Peggy didn’t jerk away. She pressed her cunt harder at the hole, sucking in hot hisses of air as she felt her son’s cock fucking deeper and deeper into her cunt. The stretch big of her pussy lips felt much different than when she had fucked her ex-husband. There was something more exciting about this, about her son fucking his cock into her pussy.
Joey’s prick seemed to go on forever, and then it was still. He had his cock all the way in, she knew. She felt his cock throb between the hot lips of her wet cunt, and then there was a squeezing, gripping motion of her pussy that she had nothing to do with. She clung to her knees, her tits dangling, her son’s cock as deep inside her cunt as the peep hole would permit. Tears flooded her eyes as strange ecstasy flowed through her body. She pulled her arms from her robe and let it drop to the floor. She tried to twist her ass, but almost caused her son’s cock to pull from her cunt.
Then Joey was fucking her.
She groaned hotly as she felt his cock fucking in and out, pushing and pulling. The hairy lips of her cunt grabbed his cock as he pulled back, expanding and opening when he thrust forward. She had no idea her cunt had this ability, and it filled her with pleasure. She wanted to scream at her son to fuck faster, fuck harder. Her knees trembled, her ass shivering. She tried to straighten up, but almost lost his cock again. She moaned in throaty sounds, hoping Joey heard her. The friction of his cock fucking in and out of her cunt was very hot. Her ex-husband’s cock had never felt like this, never.
“Oooo!” she purred. “Ohhhh, God!”
Her son’s cock fucked faster, and she realized his excitement was growing. She thought about pulling away before he came, then realized she didn’t want to. Her cunt became hungry for his come juice. The cunt lips gripped hard, sucking on his cock. She sobbed softly, the sounds increasing in loudness as she felt her cunt throbbing. She shoved one hand up between her thighs, and began to agitate her inflamed cunt with a finger, her son’s cock plunging faster and faster into her cunt. She heard him gasping and groaning on the other side of the wall, felt his cock ready to burst.
“Come, Joey!” she hissed, not loud enough for her son to hear. “Come in mother’s cunt, baby! Come in my pussy! Squirt that thick jism up mother’s cunt!”
The words Peggy had never used before, but heard often from her ex-husband, tumbled from her mouth.
“Fuck me, Joey!” she mooned. “Fuck my cunt! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my hot snatch! Fuck my hairy, wet twat! Twat, snatch, cunt, cock fuck!”
Each word grew louder, and Joey could hear them all now. He pressed his head against the wall, his face turned sideways, humping frantically, fucking his cock into his mother’s cunt wildly, listening to her cries and words of passion. His balls smashed against the wall, and he wished he had his mother with him, bent over, her ass shaking as he pounded her cunt. He wanted to hold her and grip her hips, jerk her hot cunt back onto his prick hard.
Peggy gritted her teeth.
Her cunt was on fire, and her clit was ready to explode. Her tits became very tight, barely jiggling as she leaned over. She was holding her breath, feeling every muscle of her body straining.
Then she screamed.
She couldn’t help it.
Her cunt convulsed, spasmed so tightly with wild, ecstatic contractions of orgasm, she didn’t believe it. But it was happening — she was coming and coming hard for the first time with a cock fucking her. Coming for the fourth time in her life.
She screamed and screamed, her ass shaking against the wall. She pressed as hard as she could, wanting her son’s cock deeper. The lips of her hairy cunt sucked and milked Joey’s prick. Let out a loud groan, and fucked his cock as hard and deep as he could into his mother’s cunt. The explosions of his come juice spattered the greedy walls of her cunt, sending Peggy into stronger orgasms. Her cunt seemed cl
utched with never-ending contractions, and she screamed loudly with rapture. It went on and on, until she became so weak her legs were giving way.
Joey sent a final spurt of cock cream into his mother’s cunt just as she slumped down. On her hands and knees, Peggy crawled to the far side of the bathroom, where she leaned against the wall, panting heavily. She slumped against the wall, her tits rising and falling, and spread her lips very wide, knees slightly bent.
She focused her fuzzy vision on the peep hole, and saw her son’s eye peering through at her. Deliberately, still weak, she ran a hand through the hair of her pussy, then pulled the cunt lips very wide. Joey saw his creamy jism seeping out of his mother’s cunt. Peggy stared at his eye, and slowly stuck her tongue out, wiggling it at him, grinning.
Joey drew away, wondering what had made his mother do this. Wondering, but very pleased she had.
Peggy rated for a moment or so longer, then struggled to her feet. She picked up her robe and pulled it on, belting it. She felt the insides of her thighs slippery with the dripping come juice. She entered her room and looked into the mirror above her dresser. Her eyes sparkled, and her face glowed, she saw.
Surprisingly, she didn’t feel ashamed of herself.
She didn’t even feel embarrassed.
She removed her robe, and went back into the bathroom. She peeked through the hole, but her son’s bathroom was empty. Disappointed, she showered and soaped her slender body with scented soap. She began to hum and sing softly, feeling so good she couldn’t believe it.
All these years, all these miserable years of not coming, and now.
After toweling herself, she slipped into a pair of fresh panties, puffing on an attractive housedress. She smoothed it aver her body, and then realized she had forgotten to put a bra on. She grinned at herself in the mirror, seeing her nipples press at the thin material.
“SO what if I don’t wear a bra?” she asked her reflection. “I’m never going to be a nice girl again.”
She walked from her room, her dress swirling about her thighs.
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