Chapter 7

It was not until after she had returned home that it dawned on her that the dress was the perfect size for Susy.

She began to laugh.

Of course, she thought. Susy was a participant to the erotic action with Grace and her husband. They, too, were heavily into incest.

What she had seen over the fence that day the exposure of Susy’s panties when she had squatted before her mother now made sense. Of course Grace had said nothing ... she and her husband were doing delicious things with the exquisite girl, having things done to them.

Peggy sat on the couch, laughing until tears came into her eyes. It had come as a surprise, a happy surprise. Grace, that tall aloof and oh so-cold beauty ... she was in reality a raging inferno of erotic desires.

She knew why she had been shown the bedroom and the costume. She knew it was Grace’s way of asking not just her approval, but for her to join them in the fun and games.

Peggy was delighted with the revelation.

But how did Grace know she would be receptive? How did Grace know how easily Peggy could be seduced into a lesbian relationship?

Peggy frowned, the answer coming to her. “I’ll break his fucking neck,” she whispered. “I’ll bust his fucking balls!”

As angry as she was, her anger had been tempered by the time Donny had come home. She met him at the door and was immediately wrapped up in his arms, his hands squeezing her ass as he kissed her.

Peggy pushed him back, gazing down into his face. “Donny, you’ve been saying things to Susy.” She saw her son start to protest. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve talked to Susy, about us. I know you have.”

Donny hung his head, a faint flush creeping over his handsome face. Peggy took his hand and pulled him to the couch, sitting him down. She sat next to him and held his hand in her lap, looking at him. Donny was uncomfortable.

“Are you aware, young man,” she said, “that Susy’s parents know that you’re fucking her?”

There was slight nodding of his head.

Peggy squeezed her son’s hand. “When you were in Susy’s room fucking her, where was Grace and Paul?”

“In the living room,” he mumbled.

“You knew they were there, knowing you and Susy were fucking? Didn’t that embarrass you?”

“No, Mother,” he said: “They told us to.”

“They told you to fuck Susy.”

He nodded.

Peggy wondered if her son had been involved already with the people in more than just fucking Susy. Squeezing her son’s hand, she asked him.

He shook his head.

“Do you know what goes on in that house?” she asked softly.

“Not really, Mother,” he said. “I just know they said I could fuck Susy.”

Peggy thought a moment, then asked, “What do you think of Grace? Is she attractive to you?”

“She’s pretty, of course,” Donny said. “She’s a little cold, but pretty.”

“You’d like to fuck Susy’s mother, wouldn’t you?”

He looked up at his mother. “Sure! Any guy would.”

“Honey,” she said carefully, “what would you do if I ... you know, let Paul fuck me? Would it make you jealous?”

“Oh, no! I wouldn’t mind if you fuck him, Mother,” Donny said. “I wouldn’t mind who you fucked.”

As they talked Peggy had began pressing the back of her son’s hand against her cunt. Despite the pussy licking session with Grace, Peggy was still aroused, even more than at first. Her tits thrust against her sweater, he nipples outlined deliciously. Her other hand moved to the front of her son’s pants, her palm resting upon his cock. His prick we swelling into hardness, she felt. Pressing lightly against his cock, she made her son moan softly.

Eagerly now, she opened his pants and pulled his cock from the gaping fly. Stroking her hot fist up and down, she watched the piss hole, seeing his seeping fuck juices bubble up. Taking her son’s hand, she slipped it under her skirt and between her hot, satiny thighs, curling his fingers into her steaming cunt.

“I need this, darling,” she murmured in a hot voice. “I need this cock of yours.”

“It will always be yours, Mother,” he said, working a finger into her hairy, wet cunt. “You know that.”

“Pull your pants down,” she said, getting to her feet and raising her skirt to her waist. “Oh, hurry, Donny! I want that cock in my cunt ... and I want it in there now! Oh, baby, fuck mothers hot cunt-now!”

After Donny had his pants around his ankles, sprawled back on the couch, his cock standing up ever so sweetly, Peggy flung her legs over his hips, her back to him. Reaching between her thighs, she took her son’s cock and rubbed his prick back and forth against her bubbling, hair-lined cunt. She smashed his dripping piss hole against her inflamed clit, moaning with pleasure at the contact. Taking the round, swollen head of her son’s cock between the velvety lips of her cunt, she then braced herself by placing her hands on his knees. She felt her son’s hands feeling the creamy cheeks of her ass as she settled upon his cock.

For a moment or so she writhed against him, his cock deep inside her clutching cunt. She lifted his balls and pressed them against her distended clit, mewling with growing ecstasy. The throbbing of his cock against the sensitive hot lips of her pussy sent ripples of delight up and down her smooth flesh.

She began lifting and lowering her pussy on his cock, fucking him slowly, with small jerking rotations of her naked ass. The harshness of his breathing thrilled her as his hands moved over the springy surfaces of her ass cheeks. With a low, throaty whimper, Peggy began fucking up and down on her son’s cock energetically. She sat up straight, her back to him, shoving her sweater to her neck. She cupped her straining tits, her fingers digging into them as her ass began to whirl, and twist, never ceasing her up and down fucking.

The way her son held her shaking ass cheeks in his palms as she fucked him, sent waves of heat through her. Knowing his eyes watched her wiggling naked ass hotly, she revolved ass and writhed in such a way that increased his erotic pleasure. She clung to his balls with one hand, smashing them upon her swollen clit every time she rammed her cunt down onto his cock. Her other hand clung to her tit with desperate fingers, the nipple scaring her palm. She snapped back her head and gurgled with pleasure, moaning and whimpering as her ass, bounced. With Donny’s cock throbbing so sweetly inside-her gripping cunt, Peggy’s almost-naked body shivered and trembled. Every nerve of her being was centered between her hot thighs, in and around her boiling cunt.

She made grunts of delight as the waves of orgasms began to flood her cunt. As before the orgasms came on softly in the beginning, growing in intensity until they were gripping her body in sweet bliss. She was yelling loudly with pleasure, screaming out to her son to fuck her to spurt his thick cum juice up her hairy cunt. But Peggy was not aware of her screams. She was seldom aware of her vocal ecstasy when she was coming.

His balls were drawing up tight as she crushed them against her tingling clit. She squirmed her cunt down tightly onto her son’s cock, her hips moving violently as her pussy clung like molten fire to his throbbing cock. With the increased force of her orgasms, her cunt began a tight, flexing, waving motion on her son’s cock.

Peggy screamed loudly when she felt his cock erupt, sending gushes of thick cum juice splashing against the satiny walls of her hot cunt. Her body shook atop her son, her crotch pressing hard as her cunt seemingly began to suck the cum juice from his prick.

After it was over, she remained where she was for a long time, her breathing coming in hard gasps. Finally she lifted herself from him, sprawling back on the couch with her legs wide apart, cunt revealed, still twitching.

“Ohhhh, that was so good, Donny!” she hissed. “God, I love to fuck that thing!”

She watched her son slip his pants from his ankles, then walk to the kitchen. Her eyes gazed upon his tight naked ass. There wasn’t anything in the world more pleasurable than her son, she thought. When he returned with a soft drink, his cock swinging about, still glistening from the moisture of her cunt and his cum juice, she gazed with moist eyes at his prick. She remained sprawled lewdly and watched him sip the soft drink, his eyes smoldering still as he looked between his mother’s thighs.