Chapter 8

Before bedtime, Grace called Peggy.

She had been sitting with her son, fondling his cock and balls idly, watching one of their favorite programs on television.

Peggy and Grace talked for some time, and she continued to fondle and stroke her sons cock and balls as she talked, her eyes becoming glassy as she gazed down. By the time she hung up, Peggy was intensely aroused.

Donny gave his mother a strange look, not understanding what had gotten her so excited. He had heard the replies of his mother, naturally, but they consisted of grunts and pleasantries.

After hanging up the telephone, Peggy kissed her son quickly, darting her tongue into his mouth deeply, then, with a low growl, she dove her face down. Taking his cock into her mouth, she sucked vigorously, mewling hotly. Surprised, but enjoying it, Donny caressed the back of his mother’s head as she bobbed, her lips sliding smoothly and wetly up and down his throbbing cock, her tongue flicking like a flame.

Peggy hungered for her son’s cock. The conversation she had had with Grace had thrilled and excited her, and she had erupted into a high state of arousal. As she spoke with-or rather listened to-Grace, her cunt had become extremely wet and hot, steaming with desire. It had not been so much talking to the tall beautiful woman as what Grace had said to her.

Peggy knew the things Grace had said had been designed to titillate and excite her, and it had worked. Now, with her cunt on fire, her mouth full of her son’s hard cock, Peggy was sucking as if her life depended on it. Although she had always been an eager cocksucker, she seemed to be much hungrier now.

She sprawled out on the couch, causing her skirt to hike upwards. Her creamy long legs were exposed and the swelling cheeks of her ass were partially revealed to her son as she gobbled greedily at his prick. She hefted his balls and twisted them about gently, pulling to make him grunt with delight. The swollen head of his cock probed at her throat, and she soon had him dripping so much she had to swallow often.

Due to her eagerness, her wet and hot mouth, it did not take long to make her son come. The cum juice gushed from his flaring piss hole and filled her mouth. Peggy rushed her tongue back and forth on his piss hole as he squirted the sweetness into her mouth, whimpering and twisting her hips about on the cushions.

But even then she was not satisfied.

With cum juice glistening on her full lips, her green eyes sparkling, she pulled her son to his feet and then to her bedroom. She undressed swiftly as he sprawled out in the center of the bed. Her eyes blazed with erotic desire as she climbed onto the bed next to him.

After leaning over to kiss him, feeling his hands grabbing at her naked tits, she pulled up and, without a word, swung her leg over so that she was straddling his face.

“Eat me, darling!” she cried. Her hands pulled at the puffy lips of her cunt, her clit bulging out. “Ohhh, Donny, suck mother’s cunt! Tonguefuck my pussy, baby ... suck mother’s hairy cunt!”

She felt his hands cupping the shaking cheeks of her naked ass and could wait no longer. She lowered her bushy cunt down onto his face, squirming and twisting her pussy into his mouth.

As her son’s tongue fucked into her fiery pussy, Peggy squealed loudly and began to rub back and forth, smearing her son’s face with steaming cunt juice. Her shapely tits jiggled tightly as her stomach rippled, her head back and eyes closed tightly. She gasped and cooed, gurgled and mewled as she tossed her naked ass about, keeping her cunt pressing into his mouth.

Twisting a bit, she reached back and grabbed his cock with a tight fist, squeezing and pulling as his prick once more swelled into the hardness she loved so very much.

With a squeal, she suddenly twisted about until she was facing his cock. Slamming her cunt into her son’s face, she leaned over and began to suck at his prick once again, just as greedily as she had in the living room.

Somehow they rolled aver, and Peggy was on the bottom, her son’s cock still inside her clutching lips. She closed her fingers about his naked ass while he shoved his mouth tight into her crotch. Closing her hot, creamy thighs against her son’s face, she began to push and pull at his ass, making him fuck up and down into her mouth. His balls dangled above her eyes, his asshole brushing at her forehead now and then as he fucked up and down. Donny was squeezing at his mother’s twisting ass cheeks as he fucked his tongue in and out of her slippery cunt. She wiggled her pussy against her son’s face with mindless passion, whimpering around his cock when she felt one of his fingertips pressing the sensitive ring of her asshole.

Peggy screamed around her son, hard cock.

It was a scream of ecstasy as his finger darted into her burning asshole. With her son’s tongue and finger both fucking into her, Peggy went wild with her own mouth. She clawed at Donny’s plunging naked ass, trying desperately to swallow his hard cock into her stomach.

The orgasms that were rumbling through her were some of the strongest she had ever felt. Each one was more powerful than the last, and her naked body was shaking with the thrilling sensations, her flesh vibrating with ecstasy. She lifted her hips and began to grind frantically into her son’s mouth, her asshole tightening and holding his deeply embedded finger. She came so hard that she almost fainted from the pleasure; It was such ecstasy that she was hardly aware that her son was once more coming in her mouth; She choked and gagged on the thick sweetness of his cum juice, but only because she had been so involved in her own shattering orgasm.

They lay limply next to each other. Donny’s head rested on his mother’s inner thigh, his panting breath hot on her cunt.

It was morning when she woke up, and her son was already up and out of the house.

Feeling somewhat tired despite a good sleep she crawled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. She showered, and the water revived her somewhat. The tiredness she had felt was due to the intensity of last night. It was a good kind of tiredness to her.

Dressing in a sheath that molded to her body with perfection, she brushed her auburn hair until it gleamed. A faint application of lipstick was all the makeup she put on. In the kitchen, she found that Donny had already made coffee for her. She smiled as she poured, feeling love for her son.

She drank her coffee, glancing at the clock frequently.

The call she had received from Grace the night before was still with her, the words Grace had said, the invitation she had extended.

Peggy had no doubt that she would accept it. She was looking forward to it very much.

As she finished her second cup of coffee, she found that her cunt was throbbing. That was nothing surprising to her, however. Her cunt throbbed a great deal, and, now that she was being fucked by Donny, her pussy throbbed not with desperation but anticipation. It was enjoyable to feel her cunt pulsate hotly between her thighs now, knowing that she would not be frustrated.

She had just finished rinsing her cup when the door bell sounded. Wondering who it could be so early, she went to answer it.

“Why, Paul!” she said in surprise.

“Hello, Peggy.” The tall man smiled down at her. “May I come in?”

“Of course.” She opened the door wider and admitted the good-looking man. “Is anything wrong?”

“No, nothing is wrong,” he said in a low voice.

Peggy saw his piercing eyes. and she shivered slightly. It was not a shiver of fear, but of arousal. She had seen Paul often, yet she had never felt this way before. But then again, he had not exactly looked at her this way before.

“Would you like some coffee?” she asked, feeling a deep burning in her cunt.

“Thank you,” he replied and followed her to the kitchen.

Paul leaned against the sink as he sipped at his coffee, his eyes gazing boldly at her. Peggy felt like blushing. She had not felt this way in a long time, but that was what he made her feel like doing. She could not resist a peek at the front of his pants. Paul was dressed in a pair of old faded pants that he used to work about the house in and a shirt open almost to his waist. His chest, she noted, was quite hairy.

She had the distinct sensation that he could look right through her dress, see her tits and hairy cunt. The sensation was nice, a warm feeling. She nervously wrung her hands, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly he placed his cup on the sink and was reaching for her. Before she knew what was happening, Peggy was in his arms and kissing him desperately, sucking at his tongue as it snaked into her mouth. She rammed her hips against his, and felt his cock pressing against the lower part of her stomach. She flung her arms about his neck and stood on tiptoe, her head back and lips writhing as she sucked his tongue.

She trembled with bubbling desire when she felt his hands slide down her back and cup the tightening cheeks of her ass, his fingers digging into the resilient flesh. She bumped her cunt against him, drawing his head down to smash her lips tighter against his. She felt him arch his cock harder into her lower stomach, and she began to grind and whimper as desire burst into a roaring flame.

Paul worked her dress up in back, and, as he closed his hands over her naked creamy ass cheeks, he grunted with satisfaction. Mewling against his mouth, Peggy sucked his tongue deeply, then released it. Still with her cunt pressing hard against him, she looked up into his face, her green eyes shimmering with heat.

“Does Grace know where you are?” she asked in a throaty voice.

He nodded... “I told her I wanted to see for myself first.”

She stepped from him, posing with her shoulders back and tits arching out, her nipples molded by the tight sheath. She placed a hand on one hip and smiled seductively at him. “Well, do you like it?”

“I liked it before.” He grinned at her. “I’ve been watching you, Peggy. I won’t deny I haven’t. In fact, Grace and I have enjoyed some damned hot fantasies concerning you.”

“Don’t you think it’s time to stop fantasizing?” she teased.

“Take your dress off,” he said, but his voice was not demanding.

“Here? In the kitchen?”

He didn’t reply but looked steadily at her. A glance down at his pants told Peggy the man had a wonderful hard-on now. His cock bulged out, but she could not really see the size or shape of his prick because of the loose pants. She began to pull the skirt of her sheath upwards, slowly, deliberately tantalizing Paul. She stopped when she had it up far enough to reveal her smooth, shapely thighs.