For two days Peggy followed her son around when he slipped out at night.
She watched him closely at home, trying to detect any signs of abnormality. All she found was a normal, healthy young boy, but a boy who was peeking into lighted windows at night.
One day, while he was gone, she searched his room carefully but had no idea what she could be looking for. His nocturnal wanderings had aroused her curiosity. She found a few things that would interest a boy his age a couple of centerfold pictures of naked women, a few books intended to arouse, a rubber still in the tin foil. Nothing at all unusual for a boy like him.
Peggy wasn't sure her son could come. He was still so very young. But the ability to come had nothing to do with interest in sex or looking at naked women.
Peggy was often outspoken and blunt. She was not hesitant to discuss such intimate subjects as sex. But after searching her son's room, she realized she had been neglecting his education in this vital area. The school, she knew very well, failed in this area of teaching. Most schools left that up to the parents, as if they were too ashamed to mention the very word sex.
She decided to set Jeff down and have a long talk.
But it was her son who did most of the talking.
That evening, after dinner, she sat next to him on the luxuriously soft couch. She took her son's hand and said, "We have to talk about something, honey."
Jeff lifted his wide, innocent eyes to hers, and Peggy felt at a loss for words.
"You wanna talk about sex, Mom?"
Peggy felt her heart flip-flop.
"Well, yes… I think we should, don't you?"
"Sure!" Jeff replied eagerly, his eyes shining. "Are we going to talk about boys or girls?"
His eagerness was contagious, and Peggy smiled at him. "I'm sure you want to talk about girls," she said, her voice strangely husky.
"Yeah!"
In a faltering voice, Peggy began by telling her son she knew what he was doing on those nights he slipped out of the house. She thought he would be embarrassed, but instead Jeff became quite excited.
"I sure see some funny things, Mom," he said, the excitement obvious in his voice. "You should see the things I do! I saw this woman, a teacher, all naked and playing with herself. And that's not all, either. I saw a girl, babysitting, I think, and she had her boyfriend over and she done a lot of things with him."
Peggy knew her son was controlling the conversation now, and his eagerness, his intense excitement, his total lack of embarrassment or shame clutched at her emotions. She observed his excitement and found that, too, becoming contagious. She was surprised to find herself becoming excited, to find her tits swelling, her cunt twitching.
"And there's a man and his wife. I think it's his wife. I've never seen her around town. And, Mom, they were doing it! I saw them doing it!"
She thought briefly of asking him what "doing it" meant, but was afraid Jeff might tell her, and tell her in a way she could not fail to understand.
Jeff went on and on about that, about watching the man and the woman "doing it". The more he talked, the more excited he became. Peggy dipped her gaze and saw her son had a hard-on bulging against the front of his pants. He was working himself up, becoming more and more excited as he told her of seeing the man put "it" in the woman and how they moved and all of it.
Strangely enough, Peggy was becoming intensely excited herself. She wasn't sure if it was because of her son's excitement or the way he described what he had seen. Probably a little of both, she thought.
Then he said, "Come with me, Mom. You can see them doing it, too! It's fun to watch. Come with me, please!"
Peggy felt herself wanting to, and thought she was losing her mind. Go walking around in the dark of night and peeping into windows, secretly watching the private activities of others? Yes, she admitted to herself, it could be exciting. She had a curiosity about what people did when they thought no one was looking. Before she knew it, she was nodding her head in agreement.
As the evening wore on, she found herself becoming as excited as Jeff, hardly able to wait until it was dark enough and late enough. She drank two tall glasses of iced tea and almost went out for cigarettes, a habit she had quit a number of years ago. The fluttering in her heart and the swelling heat between her thighs was bothersome. In fact, she changed her panties twice in one hour because they had become so soaked with her seeping fuck juices. Jeff, going on and on about what they might see, seemed oblivious of his bulging hard-on. His prick swelled against his pants, almost in perfect outline, and Peggy kept shifting her gaze from his cock, only to find she was staring once again.
At midnight, they left the house. Peggy wore a shirt that buttoned down the front and her tight jeans. She even thought about tying a handkerchief over her lower face and giggled about the dramatic idea.
Jeff slipped his hand into hers as they walked, and he walked swiftly, dragging her because she was holding back. Jeff had been peeping into windows for some time before she had discovered it, and he seemed to know just where to go. He didn't search for lighted windows. He passed up some with the comment there was nothing interesting there. They walked past the schoolteacher's house, although her bedroom was lit up.
"This is where I saw the man and his wife," he whispered as they came to a corner house. "And, look, Mom! There's a light in the bedroom! Come on, we don't wanna miss anything!"
Her son pulled her alongside the house, and she was so frightened she tried not to breathe. Jeff pulled her up to the window. It was open, and the soft sound of music drifted to them.
Peering over the sill, Peggy saw a man on the bed. He was stark naked, and his cock and balls were easily seen. She knew the man. He ran the local supermarket, the manager or something. He was always looking at Peggy with a gleam in his eye, making her uncomfortable. His cock was thick and stubby, with an enormous head. His balls, full and large, were the hairiest Peggy had ever seen.
"Will you hurry the fuck up!" the man called out to someone in the bathroom.
"I'll be there," came a feminine voice, "just hand job that fucking cock until I'm ready, you horny asshole!"
Peggy felt her son's hand tighten in hers, and she glanced at him. The light from the window reflected on his face, his eyes huge and slightly glazed, his mouth open and his tongue running about his lips. She could hear his heavy breathing and realized how excited he was. Turning her eyes back to the man on the bed, she watched him stroke his throbbing cock slowly. The deep burning sensation in her cunt became more pronounced, not because she wanted to grab the man's cock herself, but because she was watching him.
A woman stepped into view. Peggy didn't know if it was his wife or not; she had never met the woman. But she was an attractive woman. Tall, with a good body, good tits, and strong legs. Peggy watched the woman lean over the bed and grasp the man's cock. She pumped it a few times, grinning lewdly at him.
The hair on her cunt was almost red, like a burnished copper penny. "You're still hard, I see," the woman said, her other hand cradling his balls, still pumping on his prick. Then the woman leaned forward and kissed the head of the man's cock.
Peggy heard her son gasp in pleasure and felt his fingers grip hers tightly. The man grabbed the back of the woman's head and arched his cock upward, fucking half of his prick into her mouth. The woman struggled away, glaring at him.
"I'm not a fucking cock-sucker, you asshole," the woman said. "You want some pussy, okay, but I won't take that thing in my mouth. You try that again and you can go diddle it yourself."
"Damn it, other women will suck a guy's cock," the man replied.
"How would you know?" the woman said, jacking on his prick again as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Have you been getting blow jobs in the lettuce or something at the store?"
"I bet Peggy Mason would suck a cock," the man said.
Peggy's breath felt like a huge, hot ball in her throat. She shot a glance at her son, and saw his eyes gleaming hotly.
The man, apparently, not only looked at her with those eyes, undressing her all the time, but talked to his wife about her, too. Although what she had heard came as a surprise, she was very much aware of the fiery heat inside her jeans. Being talked about that way sent a rippling shiver up and down her spine. She did not feel any anger against the man. Men talked about women that way all the time.
"You let me catch you with this cock in her fucking mouth, or anyplace else, and I'll shove it up your asshole, buddy boy," the woman said.
"I still think she'd suck a guy's cock off, under the right circumstances," the man said, fondling the woman's tits.
"Well, you just pretend my cunt is her mouth," the woman snickered, swinging her legs over him so that she was half-sitting and half-squatting above his upright cock. "You can fantasize about her sucking you while I fuck it. I bet my pussy is wetter and hotter than her mouth, anyway. Besides, you old fart, you've never had better pussy than mine."
Peggy was holding her breath and her eyes were huge and hot as she watched them. Her cunt was boiling, something she had not expected to feel earlier. Her son was gripping her hand very hard, his breathing even louder now. She just hoped the man and woman were much too excited to hear him.
She watched the woman reach behind her naked ass and take hold of the man's cock, twisting her ass until she had the swollen head positioned. Peggy and her son could see the hairy wetness of the woman's cunt, and they stared as the big head of his cock disappeared into that wet pussy.
"Oooooooo, so big and nice!" the woman murmured, her eyes closed as she settled her ass down, the man's cock fully inside her pussy. "God, I love it when you're so hard and big!"
The woman leaned over and braced her body with her hands, her tits dangling close to the man's face. She began to thrust her spreading ass up and down, her cunt fucking his cock slowly as she mewled with pleasure. Peggy and Jeff were in a position to see the woman's cunt stretching about the man's cock, to see the glistening wetness on him, to watch his balls writhe and draw up. The pucker of the woman's asshole winked as she moved her ass.
Jeff tightened his fingers about his mother's hand, squeezing hard. Peggy was breathing heavily now, fascinated by what she was watching. She had never felt so aroused in her life. Her tits seemed painfully swollen, and her nipples felt as if they would burst. Her cunt was on fire and her ass flexed, her knees becoming weak. She could feel her son trembling next to her and felt an almost overpowering desire to grab his cock. Somehow, she managed to keep her hands off him, her eyes wide and hot as she watched the man and woman fucking. The woman was bouncing her naked ass up and down faster now, groaning loudly. She wiggled her ass and slammed down hard on the man, grinding her crotch against him as she took his cock as deep as she could.
"Oh, you hot fucker, you!" the woman groaned. "I love that cock, Hank! You're so fucking big in my cunt! God, do you stretch my pussy! Oooo, I'm going to suck your cock off!"
The man ached his hips up and clawed his fingers into the woman's ass, trying to bring her down tighter. "You've sure got a hot one," he groaned. "Always so fucking hot and wet! Has your cunt always been this hot and wet?"
"Always!" the woman gurgled, fucking her cunt up and down on his cock again. "I've always had a hot cunt, and you know it! Now, shut the fuck up and let's get to going, you asshole!"
Peggy had to lean against the house, her knees shaking very badly. She felt as if she would be coming in no time. The way the woman swung her naked ass up and down, she and her son could hear the wet slapping sounds. She wanted to curl her hand between her thighs and press hard against her bubbling cunt, but one hand was bracing herself on the wall and Jeff was clutching her other hand so tightly, she wondered if she would have a broken finger or two when he released her.
The man was thrusting his hips up and down now while the woman held her ass up. She and her son could watch his cock penetrate the woman's hair-rimmed, very wet cunt. They could see her pink flesh cling to his cock, then sink inward as the man fucked into her power fully, his balls tight now at the base.
"Uh… uh… uh!" the woman gasped as the man fucked his cock in and out, causing her tits to swing and sway. Her nipples were long and hard. She had her head back, her eyes closed, her face contorted with ecstasy. "Bang me! Bang the piss out of my cunt! Ohhhh, Hank, fuck the hell out of me!"
"I'll fuck your hot ass!" the man grunted, fucking powerfully into her pussy. "I'll ream your cunt good! I'm going to fuck you until smoke comes out of your fucking ass!"
"Oh, God… yes, yes!" the woman wailed.
The woman's naked ass cheeks jiggled from the force of his fucking, her tits swinging about. The man clawed at her ass, spreading her ass cheeks, unknowingly revealing the fullness of her cunt and asshole to Peggy and Jeff. He hunched up and down, grunting with his effort. "I'm about to come!" the man growled. "Ready? Are you ready to come with me?"
"Go… go… go!" the woman shouted, her naked body shaking now. "Squirt it to me! Shoot it in my cunt! Ooooo, I'm there! I'm coming… I'm coming!"
The man fucked hard into her cunt, holding his cock deep. His balls became very tight, then writhed as he yelled in ecstasy, his body stiff.
Peggy and Jeff were frozen at the window, their eyes hazy with passion. Jeff continued to cling to his mother's hand in a painful manner, but Peggy felt no pain. They watched the woman relax, sliding her legs down the man's, her naked ass shivering as she stretched out on top of him, kissing about his face. The man caressed her back, but spent most of his time feeling the cheeks of her ass and thighs.
Finally the woman rolled from him, and his cock glistened wetly. Peggy and Jeff stood there, watching them stroke and fondle each other. The woman bent one leg at the knee, swinging it back and forth, running her hand about her tits and down into the thick curls of her cunt.
"Now tell, me a blow job is better than that," the woman said. "There isn't a mouth around that can do what my cunt can do to your cock, Hank."
"You're probably right," the man said. "Still I'd bet a head of lettuce to a rotten tomato that Peggy Mason could suck a mean cock."
"You think any pretty woman will suck your cock," the woman replied.
"I'd sure like to have her give me a knob job," the man said, teasing the woman now. "I'd drink up a few gallons of her piss just to see how pretty her cunt was."
"You're a fucking pervert," the woman snorted. "All you think about is getting blow jobs."
"Hell, a guy can dream, can't he? When did they pass a law saying a guy couldn't dream about that?"
"Dream all you want, lover boy," the woman said, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Just make sure you don't go sticking that cock anyplace but up my cunt, you hear me?"
Peggy and her son saw the woman enter the bathroom, and she pulled at her son's hand, wanting to get away now.
Jeff came along reluctantly. On the sidewalk he said, "But, Mom, they'll do it again. They always do it two times."
"We're going home," Peggy said firmly.
Jeff walked beside her quietly. She knew that if he had been by himself he would have stayed and watched them again. But she wanted to go home. There was the strangest feeling in her. Her cunt was very wet, almost soaking the crotch of her jeans. Her nipples were so sensitive and tender she could hardly stand the way they brushed against her shirt.
Entering the house, she told her son to get into bed and go to sleep. Once she made sure he was in his room, she went to her own. The scene remained in her mind, and the comments of the man seemed to burn there, too. She had had no idea he thought of her that way. She had been nervous enough when he looked at her that she had started going to the more expensive market down the street.
Climbing into bed, Peggy could not resist doing something she thought was a long-gone childhood habit – she began playing with herself.
The scene she and Jeff had witnessed had excited her more than she would have thought. Her cunt was fiery, her pussy lips swollen, her clit tingling and almost too sensitive for her to touch.
Peggy turned onto her stomach and drew her knees under, raising her ass high. She spread her knees and placed her face on a pillow sideways, her tits on the bed as she bowed her back. She shoved her right hand to her hairy cunt and squeezed a tit with her left. She rubbed at her cunt, waving her naked, succulent ass about, moaning softly, her eyes closed. The tingling pleasure grew inside her, then became intense. She was about to come, and her fingers moved faster and faster. Her moans became louder. The scene of the woman fucking the man burned in bright heat behind her eyes, and she saw it all once more as her fingers agitated her clit into a shattering orgasm.
She remained with her naked ass high in the air, her breathing slowing. Finally she shoved her legs out straight and rested on her stomach, the cheeks of her sweetly rounded ass quivering.
"Peggy Mason, the cock-sucker," she whispered to herself.
A soft giggle bubbled from her. She pictured herself with that man, on her knees, surrounded by fresh leafy lettuce, sucking his stubby cock hungrily.
"That's the silliest thing ever," she whispered to the darkened room. "If I was going to suck some man's cock, it sure wouldn't be his!"