Chapter 6
Peggy kept seeing, in her mind, Grace.
What she had seen when the robe parted the day before was so unlike the woman, she felt. Although Grace dressed well, her clothing was not designed to draw attention to her body.
What Peggy had seen was a body that should be showed off.
The woman certainly had lovely tits, a bit larger than most, but not grossly so. Her waist was still small and her hips rounded. Seeing her in the back yard, wearing that skimpiest of all bikinis, then seeing the robe fall apart, Peggy suspected there was more than met the eye with Grace.
She recalled the color of Grace's nipples. The color was stark and vivid, and surely rouge or something had been applied to them. Peggy had seen enough naked tits in her life to know when a woman used makeup on them. And she knew that a woman lacking an erotic mind would never do such a thing.
That meant only one thing-Grace was erotic, yet concealed it. That didn't make sense, not to Peggy. Peggy had not heard of people that went out of their way to hide the erotic nature they felt. At least she had never met anyone that way, not in the circle she and her late husband had associated with.
Perhaps, she thought, Grace had no choice but to conceal her desires . . . perhaps her husband, Paul, insisted on it. Perhaps he was the one that held a tight rein on his wife, being a man with a low sexual desire.
If that was true, then Grace must be in misery, she thought.
Peggy was finishing up the washing, standing next to the washing machine. Suddenly she stood up straight, staring at the wall. Was that it? she thought. Had Grace, in her way, made a pass at her? She certainly look her time pulling her robe close over her body, and then Peggy realized those dark eyes had been glowing at that moment.
She left the garage and went to the bedroom, thinking it over. There was no other answer. And the way Grace had gazed at her tits in the tight, sleeveless sweater. Of course, Grace was starved for sex, sex with a woman at that, Peggy thought. Was it possible Grace preferred women to men, a cunt to a cock? There were women who did, Peggy knew, even though married.
Well, Grace had made the overture, she thought as she climbed into the tub. With scented bubbles swirling about her body,
Peggy grinned to herself. If she wants some of my hairy cunt, I'm going to give it to her.
After her bath, she dressed in a becoming white skirt and pastel pink blouse. Underneath she was naked. No sense in putting obstacles in the way. She giggled like a school girl anticipating a quick feel at the drive-in movie.
Without calling first, Peggy walked across the lawn of the two houses, knocking at the door.
"What a pleasant surprise," Grace said when she saw Peggy standing there. "I was thinking about calling you, Peggy." Seated again on the couch, with unwanted coffee on the table before her, Peggy lifted her left knee to the cushions, but keeping her skirt down. Grace sat at the other end as they chatted. They spoke of Susy and Donny, of their growing attachment to one another; each agreeing not to interfere, each praising the other's child.
After about half an hour, with Peggy watching closely for any sign of desire on Grace's lovely face, she began to feel her judgement had been wrong. Then Grace picked up her coffee and spilled it. With a womanish squeal, she quickly leaned the cup over the couch as if to keep it from falling into her lap. But the motion parted Grace's thighs, parted them wide. Peggy shot a quick glance between them, and, sure enough, all she saw was dark curly cunt hair-no panties at all; She was not surprised when Grace left her thighs parted after sitting the cup on the table. Grace was pretending she was not exposed to Peggy. But Peggy made a point of letting Grace know where she was looking. Still talking away, avoiding sex talk, Grace suddenly leaned against the arm, of the couch, drawing one knee up. Peggy allowed a small smile to cross her face as she saw the satiny thigh of the woman, thc pretended lack of knowledge about her pussy being revealed. Peggy knew that Grace was feeling her out, waiting to see what effect this would have on Peggy.
There was no garter belt, or nylons today, but Peggy felt that was because of her unexpected visit. Deliberately looking at Grace's long thighs and dark pussy hair, she lifted her own leg. There was an immediate response from Grace.
The dark eyes of the woman seemed to flare with a bright gleam of hunger, and what she had been saying was caught in her throat. Peggy saw Grace's tits rising: and falling swiftly as Grace gazed with smoldering eyes at the flesh under her white-skirt.
Grace stopped speaking in mid-sentence and just stared under Peggy's skirt.
"Lick me," Peggy said, her voice very low and husky.
Grace made no reply.
She repeated it again. "Lick me, Grace." Grace lifted her eyes to Peggy's, her tongue moving over her bottom lip. "I beg your pardon?" Grace said in a breathless voice.
"I want you to lick me," Peggy said once more, pulling her skirt high and spreading her legs wide. "I want your tongue on me, Grace." Grace lowered her hot gaze again, staring with smoldering heat at the thick curls of Peggy's cunt, seeing her pink wet pussy lips and the tip of her clit.
Both waited, bath breathing heavily, both exposed to the other.
Then, with a sob of desire, Grace scooted swiftly toward Peggy, her arms going around her tightly. Peggy felt the woman's moist ups crush upon hers, and when Grace snaked her wet tongue past her lips, Peggy began to suck eagerly as she brought her hands up to close her fingers about Grace's spongy tits. She heard the woman moan against her mouth, then Grace had her hands on Peggy's tits. They broke apart and, with squeals of delight, began to undress each other with fumbling, eager fingers. When Peggy's tits were exposed, Grace looked at them, then gurgled happily as she lowered her face and began sucking vigorously upon a rigid nipple. Peggy held the woman's head tight against her tits, feeling that hungry tongue fluttering and darting, sending moist heat throughout her trembling body.
As Grace sucked on Peggy's tit, her hand moved down and caressed a satiny thigh, working its way between the sensitive, smooth inner surfaces. Peggy parted her legs and then Grace had her hand cupping her pulsating cunt.
Grace whimpered hungrily as her lips pulled at Peggy's firm nipple, her palm rubbing back and forth on Peggy's swollen cunt lips. Peggy writhed on her ass, pressing her steaming cunt into Grace's palm, urging the woman.
"What about the kids?" Peggy whispered.
"Fuck the goddamn fucking kids!" Grace said, her voice hoarse with desperate desire. "Fuck them!" Peggy was delighted, hearing this come from a woman she had seen as aloof and somewhat chilly. Her impression of Grace being an erotic woman was certainly correct.
"Okay, fuck them," she said. "Stick your finger in my cunt, Grace! Fingerfuck my pussy!" "Oh, yes!" Grace yelped, flicking a finger deep into Peggy's slippery cunt.
Peggy leaned back, one leg thrown over the rear of the couch with-the other hanging over the cushions. She placed her head on the arm, looking down at Grace's hand, the finger fucking in and out of her cunt swiftly.
Grace, her eyes moist and filmed over with passion, stared at the curls surrounding her finger.
"Eat me, Grace!" Peggy sobbed, lifting her ass and twisting around with desire. "Oh, Grace . . . eat my cunt! I love a tongue up my pussy! Suck me, Grace!" "Oh, yes!" Peggy, through the haze of her bubbling desire, watched Grace dip down, sliding her body along the cushions of the couch as she swiftly buried her face into her cunt. The movement caused Grace's dress to ride past her hips, bunch at her waist. Peggy looked at the creamy swells of that beautiful ass, arching her cunt to meet Grace's mouth.
Then she closed her eyes as passion gripped her.
Grace began to suck and lick and kiss at her cunt with an animal-like hunger. Peggy found Grace very skilled at eating cunt.
She closed her thighs about Grace's head as the woman sucked her puffy cunt lips between her hot lips, her tongue lapping greedily, fluttering over her clit. Then Grace delved her tongue up into Peggy's cunt, fucking it back and forth, fucking wildly. Her hands clutched at Peggy's tight flexing ass, her fingers digging into the hot flesh.
Peggy held Grace's head in her hands as she arched her hairy, wet pussy up, grinding into the woman's face. The muffled squeals coming from Grace was all that was required for Peggy to know she had hold of a woman with intense erotic drives and hungers.
Her cunt closed tightly about Grace's fucking tongue as she churned her crotch up and down, smashing her pussy into the face of the licking, sucking woman. Opening her eyes again, she looked down at the swell of Grace's lovely ass cheeks, watching them twist as she banged her own cunt against the cushions of the couch. The sounds Grace made were those of a woman desperate to suck this hairy cunt.
It had been some time since she had been tongue fucked by a woman, and Peggy's emotions were racing with delight. The ecstasy bubbled within her like foaming waves bursting upon some sandy beach. She held Grace's head tightly, twisting her cunt harshly into that devouring mouth. When Grace sucked her clit between those hot lips, sucking hard as her tongue lapped the tip, Peggy sobbed as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her body. She slammed her cunt hard into Grace's face, twisting.
Grace's nose was buried in the thick curls of Peggy's cunt, her fingers digging into Peggy's light ass cheeks. She was breathing with excitement as she sucked on Peggy's rigid, fiery clit. Her lips clung tightly to Peggy's cunt as she came, moaning with the ecstasy she herself felt.
Grace did not release Peggy until she lowered her naked ass to the couch, and then she looked up with gleaming, bright eyes. Her face was smeared with the juices from Peggy's pussy. Her dark eyes seemed to be pleading, and Peggy understood the driving torment the woman felt. Her naked ass continued to writhe.
"I want . . . I need . . ." Grace mumbled, feeling about Peggy's cunt gently. "Oh, Peggy, please!" Peggy caressed her fingers through Grace's hair, smiling at the woman. "I understand, Grace," she said softly. "I'll help you, of course." The torment, seemed to leave Grace's face, and she sat up smiling happily.
"But what about Susy and Danny?" Peggy asked again. "We could easily get caught, you know." "Fuck Susy and Danny!" Grace said, again causing Peggy to be amused. "They can find their own fun!"
But, apparently changing her mind, Grace stood up. Peggy looked at the tall slender woman. It was a shame for Grace to hide that enticing body the way she did. Those goodies were just too sweet to conceal.
Grace held her hand out to Peggy. "We'll go to Susy's room. They won't find us there." "Susy's room? Why not your bedroom, Grace?" "Because . . . you might not understand." "It's your house," Peggy said, standing up and taking the woman's hand.
They walked quickly to Susy's room. It was the typical teenage girl's room, with a poster bed, canopy and all. The room was painted pink, and all the furniture was white. Lace and ruffles were everywhere. The room was neat and looked very clean.
Grace sat, on her daughter's bed, spreading her legs wide. Leaning back on one hand, she caressed her dark-haired cunt with long fingers, smiling with anticipation at Peggy. Peggy dropped to her knees in front of Grace, sliding her hands along those satiny, slender thighs. She gazed into Grace's crotch, seeing one of the prettiest cunts ever. The hair, dark and very thick formed a perfect triangle. The long strands framed puffy pink cunt lips, and the tip of Grace's clit peeked invitingly from the moist folds.
Peggy pressed her mouth to Grace's cunt, kissing moistly. When Grace lay back, Peggy shoved her long legs up and back until Grace held them tight against her arching tits. Peggy, on her knees, gazed with pleasure at the woman's hairy cunt and puckered asshole. It had been some time since she had had her lips against a cunt, and she was eager for it now. Stroking her hands about the backs of Grace's thighs and curves of her ass, she teased them both. She probed lightly at the lips of the woman's pussy, tickled her sensitive clit, making Grace whimper with eagerness, her ass shaking.
"Ohhhh, Peggy! Eat my cunt, please! Lick my hot pussy and tonguefuck it and make me come! Oh, hurry and suck my cunt!" Peggy moved her face close, her tongue licking about the woman's puffy pussy lips. She traced Grace's cunt with her tongue tip, holding the parted cheeks of her ass with both hands. Dipping down, she scraped her tongue around Grace's asshole, felt her asshole tighten and heard a sob of ecstasy bubble from the woman's mouth.
Peggy started licking her tongue up and down, going from the pucker of her asshole to the tip of her clit. Up and down her tongue went, her hot breath causing Grace to tremble and yelp with delight. When she slipped her tongue inside the slippery, steaming cunt, her upper lips smashed at Grace's distended clit. Flicking her tongue in and out swiftly, she writhed her lip. Grace began to twist and churn her cunt furiously, making it difficult for Peggy to keep her mouth pressing upon her pussy. Sometimes her lips and tongue were on Grace's asshole, sometimes simply in the thick cunt hair, but most of the time she managed to keep her tongue fucking into the heat of that boiling cunt.
She knew when Grace started coming before her wild screams began to fill the room. She knew it because Grace's cunt closed about her tongue like a wet, slippery vise. She fucked her tongue in and out swiftly as Grace came, the orgasm drawn out until Peggy wondered if Grace would ever stop. And, the screams of Grace got louder. Peggy had to cling to the woman's hips with tight hands because her ass was churning up and down and revolving powerfully.
When she thought the orgasm was over, Peggy started to pull her tongue free. But Grace had grabbed her head and pulled her mouth tightly into her cunt, her long legs draping over Peggy's shoulders. The beat of those thighs against her cheeks sent a rumbling orgasm bursting within Peggy's cunt, and she began to lick and suck furiously once more at the dripping pussy.
"More! Oh, more!" Grace yelled frantically. "I want more! Give me more, you hot fucking cunt! Ohhhh, you sweet fucking bitch! Give me more tongue Peggy heard the words of Grace. Her tongue shot into the cunt once more, sucking in a frenzy.
It was wild and somewhat strange to Peggy. Grace seemed so desperate for this, but the words she yelled somehow failed to fit the image the woman had been showing. Being called those names did not bother her at all. She knew passion was holding Grace. It was the desperation of a woman with intense sexual feelings, nothing more. The words meant nothing except that Grace was almost out of her mind with steaming desire.
The woman's dark-haired cunt was in spasms again, the lips sucking and clinging to Peggy's tongue, flexing in wave after wave of orgasms.
It seemed hours before Grace finally let her ass slump, and Peggy pulled her thoroughly wet face out of the greedy cunt. She sat on her heels, watching as Grace breathed with sharp gasps, her naked body trembling and shivering with the after glow of satisfaction.
Later, after dressing, they sat in the dining room of the house, drinking coffee. Peggy could not get over this difference in Grace. No longer did she appear to be a woman of mindless desire. Once again she looked cool and aloof, but her dark eyes were friendly now, very friendly.
"I've got to be careful," Grace said when Peggy asked about this seemingly double personality.
"I don't understand that at all, Grace," Peggy said. "You certainly aren't a cold person-what we just did proves that very well. Is it your husband? Does he cause this . . . this coolness?" Grace laughed, the sound low and sensual. "Oh, my goodness no! I think I've given you the wrong impression, Peggy." "I still don't understand," Peggy insisted. "We've lived next door to each other all this time, yet you've seldom spoke to me, or anyone else that I'm aware of. Why, be so stand-offish?" "I told you the other day that once we got to know each other, you might understand it," Grace said. "I'm not sure the time is right, even now." But Peggy began to think she understood. She looked at Grace for a long moment, then said, very deliberately. "Do you know that Donny is fucking Susy?" Grace stared back at Peggy. Although her expression did not change, those dark eyes seemed to become mysterious. Slowly, Grace nodded her head.
"You don't mind?" Peggy said.
Again there was slight change in Grace's eyes, but then they became warm again. "There isn't much I can do about it, Peggy, if I did mind." "Of course you can do something about it," Peggy said. "You're her mother." "Then why don't you talk to Donny?" Grace said. "Do you care if he's fucking my daughter?" "Only if you do," Peggy said. "Otherwise, I don't mind at all." She looked closely at Grace. "What do you mean, there's nothing you can do about it?" "Susy is . . . hot," Grace said. "She's so fucking hot, she's almost insatiable." "Susy? Your daughter is . ." Grace nodded. "But it's understandable, Peggy. After all, look what we just did. I'm that way myself." "And your husband?" Peggy pressed: "I suppose he can't handle you . . . give you enough?" "Of course he can," Grace laughed. "It looks as if you're going to find out things quicker than I thought." She stood up.
"Come with me . . . I'll show you." Curious, Peggy followed Grace down the hall. She watched the sway of Grace's ass cheeks, seeing a much different walk than usual. She realized that, in her own home, Grace was natural, but strived to be cool in public.
As she stepped into the master bedroom, her eyes went wide.
Every wall, was solid mirror, ceiling and floor included. There was a huge waterbed in the center of the bedroom, and reflections were all over the place. The waterbed was round, and the only thing on it was a black satin sheet. There were White figures all over it, and on close inspection, Peggy saw the figures were all entwined in various sexual positions.
"I love it!" she breathed excitedly. "I just adore it, Grace." "Paul and I designed it," Grace replied. "He's just as horny as I am . . . and ...Susy. Do you understand now, Peggy?" "I'm not sure," Peggy said. "I see a room designed for erotic fucking, of course, and I know you're a hot one." Grace opened a concealed door. It was a closet, Peggy saw, filled with various articles of clothing. When Grace showed the clothing to her, she saw they were all designed with one thing in mind-to tantalize and arouse.
One garment caught her eye.
Taking it from the closet, she looked at it. It was a dress, but certainly too small for Grace. From the front it was complete, but there were two holes in the bodice, where tits could protrude. Turning it, she saw the dress ended at the waist, with the back missing. It had been designed to reveal the person's ass who wore it.
She looked at Grace.
There was a faint flush on her beautiful flesh, and her dark eyes seemed shy suddenly.
"You and Paul are very erotic, aren't you?" Peggy said.
"Now you know," Grace replied, sounding oddly flustered. "Please, Peggy, you won't say anything about this, will you?" "Now, who would I tell?" Grace hugged Peggy. "You don't think I'm . . . wicked?" "Good God, no!" Peggy laughed. "I find this delightful!"
CHAPTER SEVEN 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, Danny! 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 come 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 come 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 come 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 come 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.
"You like Susy a lot, don't you, honey?" she murmured softly.
He nodded.
"Do you know where she is right now?" "Sure," he replied, "Why, Mother?" "Ask her to come here," she said.
"Aw, Mother. Don't jump on her case." "I'm not, darling," Peggy said. "Just tell her I'd like to talk to her, that's all." She saw Donny was reluctant, "I'm not going to jump on the girl, Donny. In fact, you might enjoy it. Now, get your ass out of here and get her." She watched him pull his pants back on, then leave. She got up and straightened her skirt and sweater, still feeling excitement rumble through her.
A half hour later, Donny returned, dragging Susy with him. The girl, extremely pretty as always, looked at Peggy in a shy way. She was dressed demurely. She looked so sweetly innocent, yet so downright desirable. Peggy was looking at Susy differently now, though, knowing what she did.
"You wanted to talk to me?" Susy asked politely.
Peggy took the girl's hand and drew her to the couch, then sat next to her. Donny, watching his mother warily, sat in a chair across from them. For a long time Peggy just looked at Susy. But in her mind she was seeing the lovely girl wearing the dress Grace had shown her, her sweet ass exposed and her tits peeking from the front. Paying no attention to her son, who sat watching his mother closely, Peggy reached out and held Susy's shoulders, looking into her flashing, mischievous eyes. With slow deliberate movements, Peggy dropped a fingertip down and traced it over a nipple. Susy looked up sharply at Peggy, seeing the heat in those green eyes. Suddenly Susy smiled, throwing her shoulders back to make her tits stand out proudly.
Peggy grinned at the girl.
Donny gasped when he saw his mother place her hand on a tit, curling her fingers. He gasped even more when he saw Susy going along willingly, eagerly.
Peggy, using her other hand and keeping a palm on Susy's tit, lifted her sweater and revealed her own thrusting, shapely tits.
Susy glanced at Donny and giggled in a lewd, girlish way. Turning her eyes back to Peggy's shapely tits, Susy said, "You've been talking to my mother." Peggy nodded, grinning at the girl. Susy, without another word, brought her hands up and began to feel Peggy's tits.
Peggy looked at her son. "Excite you?" she asked. "Does this make your cock hard, Donny?" Although her son was too surprised to answer, Peggy saw that the front of his pants was swelling up.
"You might as well take your prick out, baby," she said to him. "That is, if you want to get in on this fun with me and Peggy." "What's going on, Mother?" he asked. "What you see is what you get, baby," Peggy teased, dropping her hand down and shoving it underneath Susy's skirt.
Susy was no longer shy; she was eager. Throwing her knees wide, she shoved her littie ass forward. Peggy shoved the skirt to the girl's waist, running her hand up and down the tight crotch of Susy's panties. Susy was squealing as she fondled Peggy's shapely tits. But this wasn't exactly what Peggy had in mind.
"Donny, I want to watch you fuck Susy," she said in a thick, hoarse voice filled with erotic emotion. "I want to see your cock go in this tight cunt!" "Ooooo, yes!" Susy gurgled.
Donny, too excited to wonder what was happening, his eyes wide as he saw his mother feeling up the girl, shoved his pants off quickly, his cock throbbing and dripping with readiness.
Susy, just as eager if not more so, jumped to her feet and rolled her tight panties off, throwing them to the floor. She held her dress at her waist as she rushed to Donny. Peggy stared at the naked sweetness of Susy's ass, her cunt starting to flex hotly. Sliding her skirt to her waist, she spread her legs and began to run her fingers through the thick curls of her pussy, her eyes hot.
She was amused to see that Susy had straddled her son's hips the way she had so recently fucked him the girl's eyes were filmed over with erotic passion as she gazed at Peggy, straddling Donny's hips. Taking his cock in her hand, she brought his prick to her sweet pink cunt.
Peggy became intensely excited as she saw her son's cock fuck effortlessly into that pussy. Her pink cunt lips stretched about Donny's cock, the tip of Susy's clit glistening as she settled downward.
Susy gurgled with pleasure as Donny's prick filled her hot pussy. Peggy watched her cunt lips pressing into wiry hair at the base of her son's cock. Then Susy leaned backwards, her legs wide, and began to move her ass up and down on Donny's prick. The position was awkward for the girl, but Peggy knew Susy was doing it this way for her benefit at this moment. She could see everything, watch that sugary cunt slide on her son's throbbing cock. Watch those beautiful pussy lips cling to his prick.
Peggy stood on trembling legs, keeping her skirt about her waist, her hairy pussy revealed. She walked toward them and dropped to her knees. She pressed her son's legs as far apart as she could, leaning her face in close. She watched that lovely cunt fucking up and down, leaving moisture clinging to Donny's cock.
"Fuck it, Susy!" she gurgled in a thick voice. "Fuck my son's cock with your cute cunt! Fuck him good!" Donny ran his hands about the hips of the bouncing girl, his fingers pulling at her pussy. Peggy stared hotly at the connection, watching her son's cock being devoured by the pretty cunt. The tip of Susy's clit was intensely inflamed, sweetly swollen.
"Lick it," she heard Susy urge in a high pitched voice. "Lick it for me while I fuck Donny! Oooo, lick my cunt for me, please!" Peggy gave a throaty laugh. "Just like your mother, aren't you, honey?" "Ooooo, yes, I am!" Susy gurgled as her ass bounced happily. "Please, lick my cunt while I fuck Donny!" Peggy rammed her face forward.
Sliding her tongue out, she began to lick hungrily up and down her son's balls, sliding her tongue up to that deliciously distended clit. She could taste the juices of Susy's cunt on his cock as she raced her tongue up and down. Her son held Susy's pussylips wide, making it easy for Peggy to lick the girl's inflamed clit with alternate strokes of her tongue.
She cupped one hand on her son's ass cheek, sliding the other up to hold on to Susy's tits. She pulled her son's balls into her hot mouth, sucking on them, her nose being brushed by Susy's clit. Releasing her son's balls, she managed to get her hot lips about the steamy clit of the gurgling, shaking girl.
The excitement was too much for them.
Susy began squealing that she was coming, and Peggy felt the girl's hard clit throb. She pulled her face back and saw those sweet cunt lips flexing in orgasm. Quickly she shoved her mouth down and drew her son's balls into her mouth again, sucking hungrily. Her eyes blazed into the buried cock and cunt lips, then she felt her son's balls tighten. She slung to them and licked frantically as her son began to squirt his come juice into Susy's tightening cunt.
Peggy held her son's balls in her mouth until she was sure they had finished coming, then she let them slip out and sat back on her heels, grinning happily.
"That was the most beautiful fucking I've ever seen in my life," Peggy said. "God, that was so sweet!" "Now I know you talked to my mother," Susy giggled as she lifted from Donny, his cock wetly flopping free, of her cunt.
"Why do you know?" Peggy asked. "Because we do it this way a lot, too." "This way?" Peggy asked, smiling up at the sweet girl.
"She licks me when I fuck da-" Susy stopped, looking at Peggy.
Peggy laughed, a low naughty sound. "Your mother licks your cunt when you fuck your daddy, right?" "She told!" Susy yelped. "Mother told you!" Peggy laughed. "No one told me anything." Danny looked at his mother in confusion. "What's going on, Mother?" "You'll find out soon, enough," Peggy said. "You'll find out, don't worry."