Chapter 2
Peggy saw right away that Donny was angry when he came home.
He slammed the door and dropped his books with a loud sound. She was on the couch, thumbing through a magazine as he came in. She placed the magazine at her side and looked at him. His expression was stormy, his lips pouting. He kicked at his books and leaned against the door, arms folded across his chest, not looking at her.
Immediately Peggy looked at his crotch, and with a slight flush, lifted her gaze to his face again.
Peggy was wearing shorts and a sleeveless blouse, her tits naked beneath it. Her shorts were tight, cut high, exposing the length of her slender thighs to perfection. The crotch cut into her pussy, outlining the puffy cuntlips, but at the moment, her legs were crossed.
"What happened today, honey?" she asked him.
"Oh, it's that. . . Gloria," he said, the name sounding dirty on his hps. "I'm never gonna talk to her again."
"Want to tell me about it?" she urged softly.
"There's nothing to tell, Mom," he said, and punched his fist into his other hand. "I'm just not gonna ever talk to her again."
Peggy patted the cushion at her side. "Here, sit down and let's talk about it, baby."
Donny sat, his young body stiff with anger, or jealousy. She put her arm about his shoulders and pulled against her tits. She felt his cheek resting on one nipple, and she hugged him tightly, kissing the top of his head.
"Tell me about it, Donny," she said softly.
"Aw, Mom, a guy can't tell his mother things like that," he protested, squirming against her.
"You can tell me anything, honey," she
whispered against his hair. "You always have before. What makes this time different?"
"It's because ..." He stopped. "Aw, this is man stuff," he blurted.
"Oh, man stuff, is it? And what can be man's stuff that you can't explain to your mother?"
"It's . . . aw, Mom, you know. Boys and girls and ..."
"I know all about boys and girls," she said. "They have no secrets from me. I was a girl once, remember?"
"Sure, but now you're my Mom," he said, and he squirmed closer to her. "Now it's different."
"I don't see how," Peggy said softly, nuzzling her hps into the hair at the top of his head, hugging him tightly. "I'm still a girl, and I've been around, you know. Come on, baby. It's girl trouble, right?"
After a moment, he nodded, the movement making his cheek rub at her distended nipple. Peggy's breath caught at her throat as she tried to peek at his lap, wondering if he was getting a hard-on.
"You're not old enough for girl trouble," she said.
"That's what you think, Mom." "Then tell me about it—and maybe I have a few answers."
She felt him shudder against her, and then his palm rested on her knee. When she felt his hand move slightly, she watched it. Donny was caressing her knee, but not in a sexual way. He was doing it almost absent-mindedly, as if he didn't know what he was touching. But she knew what he was touching, and it made her cunt hot. She tightened her arm about his shoulders. She waited for him to speak, watching his palm cup her knee and rub it.
"It's Gloria," Donny said again. "She's a big tease, Mom."
"What kind of tease, baby?"
"You know," he said. He fingered her knee, dragging his fingertip past it and a few inches along her thigh. "She teases me."
"I don't know, Donny. You have to explain it to me."
"She ... she shows herself," he said in a soft, slightly embarrassed voice.
"Shows herself?" Peggy asked, feeling a tremor between her thighs. "How?"
"By ... by sitting with her dress up," Donny said, his voice very low, almost whispering. "She opens her knees and lets me . . . lets me see. Not for long, but just enough to make me forget to pay attention in school."
Peggy's pulse raced. It was as she suspected. That was the reason for her son's cock being
so hard lately, his suffering with full, swollen balls. The little girl was teasing him by flashing herself right in the schoolroom. She had known a girl like that when she was in school, a girl that took delight in teasing that way, giggling when she could make some boy's cock get hard and show against his pants. The girl loved to embarrass the boys that way. Peggy recalled her distaste for the girl, and vowed she would never make a boy suffer that way. Peggy didn't tease any of her dates, not just for the fun of it.
She felt her son trembling close to her, his hand cupping her knee again. She pulled in a deep breath, her tit pushing against her son's cheek, her nipple boring there. She looked down at his lap, but saw no sign of hardness yet. The image of her son's cock from last night burned in her mind.
"What do you see when she opens her knees, baby?"
"You know, Mom," Donny said.
"Tell me, anyway," he urged.
But Donny wouldn't. He gripped her knees tightly, and she felt him shudder against her. She kept questioning him, but he would say no more. She began to develop an idea, and felt heat on her face. She wasn't sure of his reaction if she did what she was thinking, but the desire to do it was overwhelming. She felt her cunt bur-
ning between her thighs.
She pushed him away, cupping his face in her hands and staring into his eyes. She saw his longing there. Leaning closer, she kissed him, then slipped her lips to his. Peggy kissed her son lovingly, writhing her lips, stopping her tongue from darting into his mouth. She drew back, and saw the heat in his young eyes. Glancing down, she saw his cock was straining inside his jeans now. A small smile curled about her lips as she raised her eyes to his again.
"You need help, baby," she whispered.
Donny nodded, one quick jerk of his head.
"Wait here," she said softly, kissing his mouth once again and getting to her feet.
She felt his eyes on her body as she moved toward the hallway. She stopped just before going down the hall, looking over her shoulder at him. She felt his young eyes burning on her tightly encased ass, and resisted twitching it for him. Donny sat on the couch with his cock pressing against his pants, not trying to hide it, staring at the shapely roundness of his mother's ass and her long thighs.
"What. . . what are we . . . you, gonna do, Mom?" he asked, his voice thick and low.
"You're right," she murmured. "We are going to try and help you, baby. We . . . you and I."
She then walked swiftly to her room.
It had been a long time since she had been with a man. a very long time for a woman that needed one. She had seen in her son's eyes his eagerness, his willingness. She felt shameless with what she was about to do, but it was such a delicious shamelessness, she shivered with excitement. Closing her bedroom door, she stripped her shorts off quickly, leaving her sleeveless blouse on. She pulled her prettiest pair of bikini panties from a drawer and slipped them on, adjusting the crotch about her cunt. Then she stepped into a skirt. She was bare-legged, and discarded the idea of shoes. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, feeling the excitement of a high-school girl who just decided it was time to let her steady boyfriend fuck her.
She went to the living room and found her son had not moved from the couch. She saw, first of all, that his cock was still straining at his jeans. He had not changed clothes since coming home from school as usual, but it was Friday, so that didn't matter. When she entered, Donny saw the change, and he questioned her, silently.
Peggy grinned at him, feeling as nervous as she knew he was. She took a deep breath, her tits straining outward at her sleeveless blouse. She saw her son's eyes take in the thrust. She
felt she had to be bold, aggressive, and absolutely blunt now.
"Donny, yesterday on the phone," she said, trying to make her voice stop shaking, "I heard you called this girl."
A slow flush started on his face.
"Oh, don't be embarrassed," she said quickly. "I've heard it all before. But, I think you were wrong about her."
Donny shook his head. "I'm not."
"You called her a fu . . . fucking cunt," Peggy said hurriedly, before she changed her mind.
Donny's mouth opened and he stared at his mother in surprise.
"That's right," Peggy said. "You called her a fucking cunt, and I don't think this girl is a fucking cunt at all. I think she's just a tease, and that isn't a fucking cunt, but a cock-teaser."
Donny swallowed. He had never heard his mother use such words before, and he was surprised.
"That's what she is, honey, a cock-tease," Peggy went on. "She's the kind of girl that shows a little, teases a lot, but will never let a boy touch her or fuck her. I know, baby, I've seen them before many times."
Donny's face started to turn red.
"Don't blush, Donny," she said. "There's
no reason to blush. I'm trying to tell it like it is."
"Why did you change clothes, Mom?" he groaned, choking slightly.
"So you could ... so you can get over your curiosity," she replied.
"I'm not curious, Mom," Donny lied.
"But you are, baby. You're very curious." Peggy ran her tongue over her lips, her eyes starting to gleam as excitement rumbled through her. Donny was responding the way she had hoped, but he was very nervous. "You're curious about what a girl has under her skirt. You want to see ... to see the difference. That's why you get so . . . you know, hard. You want to see what's under there, maybe touch it, play with it."
"Aw, no, Mom," he said, but his eyes were burning, and he was panting heavily, his cock poking at his jeans.
"Oh, yes, baby," she whispered.
She moved to the couch again, sitting down at the opposite side of her son, her eyes gazing openly at his obvious hardness. "You see how hard you are now, Donny? You're about to push right through your jeans."
Donny quickly crossed his legs in an effort to hide his hard-on.
"Oh, don't do that!" Peggy hissed. "You can hide it from your mother."
Slowly he uncrossed his legs, his eyes burning into hers, trying to keep them from drifting downward to her tits. Peggy turned on the couch, leaning against the arm and drawing one foot up to the cushions. Donny's eyes followed it, and Peggy slowly began to pull her skirt past her knee. She exposed half of her thigh, seeing the excitement gleam in his young eyes.
"Is this what that girl showed you?" she said, and she lifted her knee, her skirt sliding almost to her lap.
Donny gulped, his eyes bulging. He was looking between his mother's thighs, seeing the tight crotch of her panties. He could see the small bulge of her cunt, the shadowy outline of her pussy hair. His cock throbbed inside his jeans, and he felt as if he was about to come. His balls were tight and aching with fullness. After a long moment, he nodded his head, his eyes burning at the exciting view.
"Is this what the girl showed you?" Peggy asked again.
"Yeah, Mom!" Donny gulped.
"Is it so mysterious?"
He nodded his head. "I never saw ... I mean, I never tried to look at you, Mom."
"But you can," she whispered. "I'm not like that girl in school, darling. I don't tease and make a boy suffer that way."
"You don't?"
"I don't," she said.
"But then . . . "He swallowed noisily, gazing at the puffiness of her crotch. "I mean, why are you ..."
"Because you're curious, honey," she said. "And because I don't like to see you suffer. I don't like it when some little, what did you call her—fucking cunt—teases my son."
Donny shifted at his end of the couch, turning and staring between his mother's legs. Peggy widened them, the crotch of her skimpy panties stretching over her cunt. She could feel wetness there, knowing her cunt juices were soaking through the nylon.
"Well, do you like what you see, Donny?" she asked in a throaty voice.
He nodded, his throat working as she made soft choking sounds. "You look different than Gloria, Mom," he groaned.
"I should," Peggy grinned, feeling very wicked. "I'm a woman, baby, and she's just a little girl, a little fucking cunt. Right?"
"She don't fu . . . fuck, Mom," Donny said, almost strangling on the word. "She's what you said she was."
"A cock-teaser?"
"Yeah, one of those."
"You can say it, darling."
"She's a cock-teaser!"
Peggy licked her lips, shivering with delight because she was so exposed to her son's eyes, her panties showing, her cunt boiling. "But mother isn't a cock-teaser, Donny." The words came out very softly.
"But I . . . Mom, seeing you this way makes me ..." He swallowed again. "You know, hard. It makes my . . . you know, my balls, hurt!"
"I know, baby," she murmured. "But mother will take care of them for you. Mother would never just show all this to you, make you so hard and hot, it hurts. Mother will take care of any problem you have like that."
"How?" Donny asked, eagerly now, his young body shaking with anticipation. He stared hard between her legs, wishing he could see his mother's cunt without those panties on. "What are you gonna do, Mom?"
"Take care of you," she promised in a low voice. "Stand up, baby."
Donny hesitated.
"Oh, stand up," she said, grinning wickedly. "I can see how hard you are already. Come on, stand up and ... let your pants down."
Donny jumped to his feet quickly, his nervousness gone because of his boiling desire, his cock throbbing with readiness. He opened his
pants and pushed them down, then his Jockey shorts. Peggy gasped as she saw his cock straining out, his balls so tight and full at the base. His prick jerked up and down, the cockhead very swollen. He was already dripping from his piss hole.
Peggy turned on the couch, swinging her legs off. Donny's eyes showed disappointment when her skirt covered her crotch. She slipped off the couch to her knees, kneeling at his side. She ran her hand up and down his thighs, feeling him trembling. She stroked her other hand along the back of his thighs, her fingers brushing the naked cheeks of his ass. Her eyes blazed with moist heat at his jerking cock and tight balls. Sliding her hand up and onto the cheeks of her son's ass, she lifted her right hand higher. She touched his balls with the tips of her fingers, bringing a soft moan from her son. She felt the heat of his balls, and cupped them, holding them lightly.
She glanced up at him, and saw his eyes glazed as he stood looking down. She squeezed his balls, then closed her fingers about his cock.
"I'm going to make it feel better, baby," she whispered huskily. "Mother is going to make this feel much better. I told you I don't tease. I showed you what I had under my skirt, and it excited you, and now I'm going to make it
feel good. Mother isn't a cock-teaser, Donny."
"Oooohhh, Mom!" he moaned as her fist clenched around his cock.
"Let me," she purred, pumping her tight fist back and forth. "Let mother help, baby."
Unlike last night, Peggy could now hold his cock as tight as she wanted, pumped him as fast and vigorously as she desired. She gripped one cheek of his ass, her face resting on his hip, watching with burning eyes as her fist moved back and forth. She felt her son shaking as he, too, watched her fist jacking his cock. She felt his ass clench and unclench, felt his cock throbbing powerfully. He was dripping more now, the juice falling from the head of his cock to her wrist. She made soft gasping sounds as she jacked on his cock, squealing with pleasure. She pounded hard, smacking her hand against his flesh, then pulling outward on his prick.
"Awwwww, Mom! Golly, Mom!"
"Mmmm, nice, baby!" she whimpered, her cunt burning inside her panties. "Very hard, darling! So very hard and hot! Mother will make you come, Donny! Mother will jack you off . . . stop your balls from hurting."
"Oh, Mom, it feels so good!"
"I know," she gurgled, kissing his hip with moist, hot lips. "I know it feels good. You can come, Donny. I want you to come! I want to
see you squirt it out, darling!"
"It's gonna be a mess, Mom!" he warned.
"I don't care," Peggy groaned. "I don't care if you do make a mess. I want to see you make a real big mess ... all over the floor!"
Her fist pounded back and forth swiftly. Her eyes were glazed with passion, her cunt on fire. She pressed one tit against his thigh, kissing his flesh often. Her eyes remained on his cock as she jerked faster and faster. The tip of her tongue flicked at his naked flesh, the taste sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She squeezed his cock hard, watching the cockhead bulge bigger, his piss hole flaring wide.
Donny dug his fingers into his mother's shoulder, gritting his teeth as her fist pounded on his cock. He was shaking, his legs trembling, but his cock was sending fantastic pleasure through his young body. His balls were very tight, and his mother was clutching the cheek of his ass very hard. Her fist ran back and forth, sometimes tightly, sometimes loosely. Either way, it felt good to him.
"Oooh, Donny, come! Come, baby!" Peggy pleaded, her hips swaying beneath her skirt. "Squirt it out for mother, baby! Ooohhh, let mother see you come!"
"Oh, Mom! Golly . . . ahhhh, that's so good, Mom!" Donny groaned, his hips work-
ing now, fucking at her fist. "Hold me tight! Oooh, hold my cock real tight, Mom! Squeeze it hard! My balls . . . ohhh, my balls are so full, Mom!"
"Yes, they are!" she hissed, flicking her tongue along his hip and thigh, her eyes burning at the tip of his cock. "They're hard and full and so very hot! Come, Donny! Squirt the come juice out of your hot balls!"
"I will, Mom!" he grunted. His hand dug harshly into her shoulder, his eyes dazed. He jerked his hips back and forth, fucking swiftly at her pounding fist.
"Now!" Peggy sobbed. "Do it now!"
"Ohhhh, yes, Mom!"
A big squirt of jism gushed from the head of his cock. Peggy squealed as she watched it fly, spattering down onto the floor. She rammed her fist quickly back and forth, making the spewing come juice fly out of his cock with throbbing force. Her hand became slippery with jizz, and she clutched the firm cheeks of his ass with her other hand, tightly. She ran the tip of her tongue toward the base of her son's cock, but not quite touching it. Her eyes burned as she watched the creamy jizz keep squirting out of he cock.
Donny was gasping hard, his body trembling it a stiff way.
Then it was over.
Reluctantly, Peggy drew her hand away from her son's prick. She sat on her heels, looking at him, her cunt on fire. Donny remained on his feet, his pants and shorts at his ankles, his cock drooping now, his balls loose.
"Ooohhh, baby!" she cried softly, and she kissed his hip one final time. "Mother made it better, didn't she?"
"Oh, golly, yes, Mom!" he moaned, leaning down to pull his shorts and pants up. "You're not like Gloria at all. I sure like you better than I like her."
Holding his pants and shorts in his hand, he turned and walked on shaking legs toward the hallway. Peggy remained sitting on her heels, her cunt boiling, watching his naked ass beneath his shirt.