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        CHAPTER ONE


  Peggy looked around carefully. She had to piss, piss badly, and the house 
was too far away. She was one of those women who, when they had to piss, 
had to piss immediately. When she had to hold it in, she became acutely 
uncomfortable, and much to her embarrassment, had pissed into her pants 
at certain times. She was in the vegetable garden, and it would have been 
easy to piss if she had been wearing a dress. But she was wearing jeans, 
tight jeans. Johnny was in the house, but he could be looking out of a 
window at her. She knew he did that often, peeking at her when he felt he 
could get away with it. She had not minded his looking, he was young, 
curious. She would rather have him peek at her than sneak around trying
to peek at other women or little girls, maybe getting himself in trouble.
  She had  always  been  careful  not  to  wear anything that might excite
his young emotions, always careful how she sat or walked about the house. 
She never wore her nightgown in front of him. Her nightgowns weren't 
designed for the eyes of a young boy.
  She examined the house carefully, trying to see if Johnny was in a window. 
She couldn't see clearly because of the sun. She felt as if she was going to
piss in her jeans any time. She felt a bit of piss dribble into her pants.
   "Oh, shit!  " she moaned, knowing she was going to piss whether Johnny 
was watching or not.
  She stood, a slight blush on her lovely face and opened her jeans. She 
quickly pulled the zipper, and shoving her jeans and panties down, squatted.                                          
  From  his  bedroom  window,  Johnny was indeed peeking.
  He caught a brieF fash of the thick hair on his mother's cunt, and then her 
body was down. But to his delight, his mother wasn't hidden. He could see 
right down a neat row of vegetables.
He watched his mother part her thighs, holding her jeans and panties out of 
the way. He could see the hair of her cunt, but was too far away to see her
pussy clearly. He did see, however, the golden piss as it streamed out. The
sun glinted and made her piss sparkle. His cock strained at his summer 
shorts, and he pulled the leg of them away. His young cock thrust forward,  his  cockhead  achingly  swollen.  He
gripped his cock hard, his eyes straining to watch his mother piss.
  Relief moved over Peggy's face as she pissed.
At the moment, she didn't care who could see her. It felt so good to piss. 
She sighed, leaning over her knees, watching her hot piss out of her cunt 
and pool on the ground. There was something, a tiny something, that excited
her. She couldn't see her cunt, but only the thick curls of it. She could 
see the stream arcing out of her pussy, and felt an odd tingle move along 
her naked ass flesh.
  She looked down, puzzled. She didn't know why it suddenly excited her. She
had never felt excited about taking a piss before, only relief. She could 
feel something like an impending orgasm in her cunt. The sensation seemed to
be increasing, and she was pissing hard and strong.
  She leaned as far over as she could, and still keep her balance, trying 
desperately to see her cunt, wondering what was happening to her.
   "Ooooh!  "  she  cried out softly as a mild orgasm suddenly caused her 
cunt to contract. The stream of hot piss stoped, and as the convulsions of 
orgasm whipped through her pussy, it came out in short, quick spurts, making
a hissing sound that seemed erotic, thrilling. "Ohhh, my God!"
  Johnny had lifted the window, and in his excitement, leaned out in an 
effort to see his mother's cunt. He was gripping his cock as hard as he 
could, his eyes straining. He still couldn't see his mother's pussy, but the
sun made her spurting piss glint like gold. With a grunt, he spurted cum 
juice across the wall beneath the window.           
  Then Peggy saw her son.
  A flush crept over her face, knowing he could see her cunt. But she 
couldn't stand. She was still pissing now that her orgasm was over. She 
stared right at him, unable to do anything. She just squatted and pissed, 
watching her son as he leaned out of the window and looked at her.
  After what seemed like hours, Peggy finished. But her son was still 
leaning out and boldly looking at her. She couldn't stand up because he 
would see her pants were down, see her cunt before she could pull them up. 
Yet he could see her cunt if she kept squatting, too.
  With a tremor, she stood. She gripped her jeans, but they slipped from her
hands. With an embarrassed cry, she grabb, but it was too late. She knew her
son had seen her, naked between her waist and knees. Finally grabbing her
pants in a grip, she jerked them upward, her panties twisting and balling 
inside the crotch of her jeans.
  Johnny had seen. He saw the fan-shape of his mother's cunt hair and his 
cock had swollen into a powerful hardness once more.
  Peggy, getting her jeans fastened, turned her back to her son in shyness,
pulling at the zipper. Her panties weren't on right, and they were 
uncomfortable, but she wasn't going to slide her jeans down and adjust them
with her son watching.
  Johnny stared at the shape of his mother's ass. Her jeans were very tight,
and it was almost as if she had nothing on. Her asscheeks were compact, 
round and firm, swelling in a tantalizing manner.
  He began to rub his fist back and forth on his cock.
  Peggy, still feeling embarrassed, finished quickly with her gardening, and
leaving tLie tools there, moved nervously toward the garage. She was sure 
she could feel her son's eyes following her, but she was afraid to look.
  In fact, Johnny was not watching his mother now. He was sitting on the 
edge of his bed, legs spread open, pumping his fist franticly up and down 
his cock. He had pulled the crotch of his shorts to one side, letting his 
young balls dangle out. They swung as he jacked off, his fist jerking 
furiously. Mouth was gaping and he was gasping, his eyes watching the 
swollen head of his cock.
  Peggy washed up in the garage, still feeling slightly embarrassed about 
pissing in the garden with Johnny seeing. There was a shaking in her legs, 
and she couldn't understand the unusual heat between her thighs. Her panties
seemed balled up in the crotch of her jeans, pressing almost into her pussy.
She could feel her clit, swollen hard, pressing at the rough seam of her
jeans.  She noticed  her hands  shook as she washed them.
  The shirt she wore was tied beneath her tits, and now was loose, but she 
wasn't paying any attention to it. She was seeing the expression on her 
son's face as he watched her taking a piss.
She had not seen disgust there; she had seen blatant lust, excitement, 
desire.
  Suddenly she stood upright.
  She had come once before when she pissed.
It had happened when she was still married. It happened on the side of a 
road when she and her husband were traveling, and he had seen her piss. 
She had come then, but forgotten about it.  Slumping against the wall, she 
wondered what was happening to her. Her cunt was throbbing, her hairy cunt-
lips painfully swollen, and her clit felt as if it was going to explode. The
sensations were unbelievoble. The feelings were fantastic, better than any 
feelings she ever experienced. The shirt beneath her tits came loose, and it
hung open, her bra showing. She started to put her hand on her cunt, and 
drew it away quickly, afraid she would come if she touched it, no matter how
lightly.
  But she came anyway.
  Peggy came as in her mind she saw her son leaning out the window and 
watching her piss.
The very mental image of him watching her piss caused her to come!
  Gathering strength, she left the garage and walked into the house. She was
going to confront her son. She could not let him keep peeking at her. It 
wasn't good for him, and it wasn't good for her. She had to stop it now.
  She opened her son's closed door and stepped in.
  Then froze.
  Johnny was sitting on the edge of his bed, jacking off frantically, his 
eyes blazing and unseeing, still staring at the head of his swollen cock. 
Determination left Peggy as she stared.
  She saw his fist going up and down on his throbbing hard-on, his young 
balls swinging back and forth, his legs very wide. The feeling of orgasm 
seemed to boil between her thighs again, stronger than ever.  She clutched 
her hands into tight fists anable to take her eyes off his cock and balls. 
Her tits felt painful in the confines of her bra. She was not yet aware that
her shirt was open. She gazed mesmerized at her son's cock, at  his swollen
cockhead, watching his piss hole flare, seeing the wetness there.
  Peggy was unaware she was moving, walking closer.  Her eyes never left his
cock.  She wasn't aware that she stood before her son, or that he had 
finally lifted his eyes to her. She wasn't aware that he was gazing at her 
bra, seeing the creamy fuUness of her tits about to burst from the cups. 
The only thing she was aware of was his cock, the head so smooth and swollen.
 Johimy made a swallowing sound as he stared at his mother's bra. His cock 
seemed to bulge from his fist. He wasn't pumping now, but squeezing at his 
cock as hard as he could.
    Peggy's legs shook, and she slowly dropped to her knees, her eyes 
staring hungrily at her son's prick and dangling balls. She placed her hands
on his thighs, feeling the heat of his flesh on her palms. She made a soft 
sobbing sound and stroked her hands up Johnny's thighs slowly. Johnny 
removed his fist from his cock, watching his mother with hot eyes. His cock
stuck straight up from his crotch.
  Peggy stopped the movements of her hands when she reached her son's crotch. 
The tips of her fingers were very, very close to his balls and cock, and  
she could  feel the intense heat radiating from them. She gazed at his 
swollen cockhead, his wet piss hole, his hairless but full-looking balls. 
She was breathing in short gasps, her lips parted, nostrils flaring. The 
lips of her cunt felt ready to rip the seams of her jeans, her ciit 
excitingly smashed there. She felt a shiver flow through her body, a shiver
that caused her full tits to quiver.
  "Oh, God!" she moaned in a soft, thick sound.   " Oh, my God!  "
  Her right fist darted about ha son's cock, her left cupping his steaming 
balls. The feel of them almost made her come. She clung to his hanging balls
and began to jack on his cock, her fist very tight. Johnny moaned and leaned
back, watching his mother's fist pounding his cock, his eyes darting from 
her hand to her cupped tits. He lifted his hips, arcing his cock upward,
moaning with pleasure.
  Peggy's eyes gleamed with heat, showing her excitement. She pumped up and
down, twisting at his tender balls. She made soft sounds, hissing and 
cooing and sobbing. Her ass swayed as the exquisite heat grew between her 
legs. Her bunched panties felt as if they were sliding into her cunt, her 
clit aching against the seam of her jeans.              '
   "Oh, yes!"  she whisped.   "Yes, yes!"
  Johnny didn't know what his mother meant, nor did he care. He was twisting
his hips about, lifting his ass, fucking into his mother's fist, up and down, 
ready to explode and seed gushes of hot come juice out of his young balls 
again.
   "Please!  " Peggy whispered mindlessly, her fist pounding fast and 
vigorously on her son's cock. "Please...oh,  please!"
  Johnny made a gulping sound. Thick come juice boiled from his prick.
  Peggy's eyes filled with tears as she gasped excitedly, watching the 
white, creamy come juice spew from his piss-hole. It flew high, then 
splashed back down over her gripping fist. The feel of it seemed to raise 
blisters on her flesh. She held his balls tightly, feeling them writhe as 
they emptied. Each throb of his spurting cock sent a rippling tingle down 
to her cunt. She kept making hissing sounds as she jacked him off, staring 
hypnotically at the gush of his young come juice splashing about her hand 
and wrist, his upper thighs and on his shorts.
  She clung to his cock and watched if deflate, grow soft in her hand. When 
it was small, she released it. Wiping her hand on her hip, she then saw the
glistenung  come  juice  on  the  wall beneath his window. She gazed at it,
then lifted her eyes to her son's face for the first time since she entered
his room.
  Johnny's face showcd nothing but delight. He was grinning down at her.
  Peggy returned his grin, nervously.
   " Is it better?  "  she whispered.
   "That's much better,  Mom,  "  he  said,  his voice shaky.
  Peggy didn't understand why she was talking this way with her son, she 
only knew she felt a compulsion to do it. She had to come. Her cunt was 
tortured. She was aware that her shirt was open now, and didn't care.
  Drawing her knees up, she squatted in front of her son, her eyes moving 
from the mess just below the window to his still-exposed cock and balls. 
The come juice glistened on his thighs and shorts, and she parted her knees.
 Sliding a hand down one thigh, she cupped her cunt and pressed, moaning 
softly as the tingle increased. Her left hand lifted, and she cupped one of 
her bra-covered tits, then began to rub at her cunt. She could feel the heat
of her cunt burning through her jeans and bunched-up panties.
  Peggy felt lewd, very lewd.
  Spreading her knees wide, rubbing at her cunt through her jeans and 
squeezing her tits, she stared at her son's revealed cock and balls, the
come juce on his flesh. She wiggled her ass, and began to moan as pleasure 
swirled about her pussy.  Her eyes glazed, her lips parted.  She could 
barely see her son's cock now. Her eyes were open, but hazed with passion.
   " Ohhh,  God!  "  she  whispered.   " Ohhh, Johnny!  "
  The  orgasm  exploded,  her  body  shaking violently as she crushed her 
palm into her cunt. Her hand left her tit and she clutched at her son's cock
and balls, squeezing them tightly, her eyes slitted as she came. Sobbing  
sounds of ecstasy bubbled from her throat.
  As soon as she felt the strength, Peggy stood up. She looked down at her 
son for a long time, then with a shudder, turned and walked from his room. 
Johnny watched his mother's ass sway as she left.
  Peg went to her room quickly, stripping her shirt and bra off and tossing
them onto her bed, then she peeled her jeans and panties from her hips and 
legs. She tossed them onto the bed, too, then went into her bathroom. She 
filled the tub with water as hot as she could stand it, pouring in bath oils.
  As she felt the hot water close about her, she tried to understand why she
had done that with her son. She had no answer. All she knew was the com-
pulsion to stroke his cock and balls had been too powerful to resist, and 
she loved it.
  She became so hot herself when she peed, she had to rub at her cunt, with
him watching her display of greedy rapture.
  She felt good, very good, for the first time since her divorce. She wasn't
going to try and understand what she had done, or why her son always tried 
to peek at her. She wasn't going to try and make any sense out of the way 
she felt while pissing in the garden, with her son hanging out his bedroom
window watching. She wasn't going to try and understand the heat between her
thighs and that wild, uncomfortable desire to jack off and then to rub her-
self to an orgasm.

                        
                                        CHAPTER   2


  Peggy came from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. And saw her son sitting 
on her bed. He was sitting in the middle of her bed. His cock and balls were
still hanging from his shorts, his legs crossed.
  Johnny looked up at his mother, his eyes seeing her long, slender thighs,
the way the towel was tucked just over her swelling tits. The flap of the 
towel did not quite close near her left hip, and he stared at the creamy 
naked flesh.
 Peggy stood in the doorway of her bathroom, staring at her son.
 Johnny's cock was half-hard again, and he had her panties in his hand, 
rubbing them at his cheek. With bold eyes on her, Johnny rubbed the wet 
crotch of his mother's panties ouer his face, and then pulled them to his 
lips. It was then she saw he had turned her panties inside out.
  Her eyes opened wide, burning with a strange, perverse hunger that she had
not known was within her. She stood with her legs starting to shake as her 
son shoved his tongue out and licked at the inside wetness of her panties,
then stuffed the crotch slowing into his mouth. She felt a steamy heat 
building rapidly between her legs, felt the lips of her hairy cunt swelling,
her clit protruding outward with a throbbing hardness.  Her nipples felt 
painful as they became rigid against the towel.
  Johnny stuffed as much of his mother's panties as he could into his mouth,
sucking on them, his young eyes gazing at her, moving up and down from her 
tits to her thighs. Peggy felt the strangest sensations of wanting to 
throw her towel away from her body, to stand naked before her son, let him 
see her tits and cunt. Somehow, she controlled the sudden impulse. His cock 
was lifting swiftly into hardness again, and her eyes fixed upon it. But 
then she lifted them again to his face. There was something deliciously 
erotic about seeing her moist panties in his mouth. She wondered if her son
could taste her cunt, the wetness that had soaked into them. The thought of 
her son tasting her cunt on the panties excited her, the very idea that her
son wanted to taste her worn panties excited her.
  With his mother's panties inside his mouth, Johnny began to rub his fist 
up and down his cock slowly. He could taste his mother's cunt on her panties,
the taste exotic and delicious. It was something he had wondered about for a
long time. Ever since he had discovered his ability to come, to squirt that
juice out of his cock only a few months ago, he had been fan tasizing about
his mother and her cunt and tits and ass.
  Peggy's cunt seemed to be on fire as she watched her son sucking on her 
panties, his fist moving up and down his cock as he sat in the middle of her
bed. Seeing her pink nylon panties dangling out of his mouth, knowing he had
the crotch of them in his mouth, sent a burning excitement shooting up and 
down her body that caused her cunt to clench and grip and throb.
  She found herself moving toward the bed, unable to stop herself.
  She paused at the foot, her knees touching the mattress. Johnny kept 
looking at her, sucking at her panties, working on his cock. Peggy lifted 
one knee, and then the other, onto the bed. She held the towel tightly, and
knee-walked toward her son.
   " Johnny,  "  she  whispered, and lay down beside him. She shoved his 
hand away from his cock, and closed her own about it. She squeezed his prick
and watched his smooth cockhead bulge.   "Oh, Johnny, baby,  " she murmured.
 " Honey...Johnny. Ohhh, God, baby!  "
  As she lay on her side, gripping his cock, the towel pulled upward, and 
her hip was exposed. Johnny leaned over and looked, seeing the creamy lower 
portion of his mother's ass. He tried to see her cunt, but it was still 
covered.
  She squeezed his cock again, then pumped it a few times.
   "Let me..." she whispered, and pulled her panties from his mouth. 
She brought them to her own and with her eyes burning into his, pushed the 
wet crotch into her own mouth. She made a purring sound, and removed the 
panties out of her mouth and moved them to his cock. She draped the soft 
nylon panties around his cock and stroked him again.
    "Mom, they're soft," he said, his voice husky.  
    "Your panties are so soft and taste so good."
  Peg smiled, her eyes flashing with heat. She rubbed the crotch of her 
panties about the head of his cock, then pulled them to her lips. She kissed
the wetness on her panties, then licked at them. She tasted her cunt and his
cock on them, and her cunt almost lurched into orgasm.
  Johnny started to pull the towel from her body. 

   " No,"  she said, her voice urgent but soft.
   "Please, don't."
   "But, Mom, I gotta..."
   "Please, Johnny," she said.  "Not now: It's too Soon."
  Johnny didn't know what his mother meant.
She was holding his cock and touching it, and he couldn't understand why he
couldn't at least see her body.
  She moved her hand to his balls, fondling them gently and tenderly. She 
held her head up with an elbow, her face near his hip and thigh.
She  leaned  her  face  forward  and  kissed  his thigh, pulling at his cock, 
watching his piss hole open and bead with juices. His thigh felt hot against 
her lips. She pressed the tip of her tongue outward, and tasted his flesh.
 
She felt a near spasm in her cunt.

Peggy was not experienced at sucking cock.

She had sucked her husband off a number of times, but he preferred that she
just go at it quickly jerking her lips back and forth until he came. Peggy 
wanted to savor the heat, the hardness, the taste, and spend a tong time 
with her tongue and lips on a hard cock before it spurted that creamy 
sweetness.
  But to suck her son's cock didn't seem right, not at this moment. It 
wouldn't be fair to him. He wanted to see her body, her tits and cunt so 
badly. If she wanted to his young cock, it would only be fair to let him  
see her, look at what he wanted to look at, but she couldn't yet allow her-
self to remove the towel.  Why, she didn't know.
  She lifted her eyes to her son's face. She saw the yearning there, the 
need, the want. She could jack him off again, but she knew her son would not
be satisfied with that. Besides, she knew if she jacked him off again, he 
would know her desires, too. The time to stop was now, she told herself.
  But she didn't want to stop.
  Her cunt was boiling, and her mind was whirling with erotic hungers and 
desires.  Even if Johnny would be satisfied to have her jack him off, she 
knew she wouldn't be . . . not for long, at any rate. She knew that just 
holding his cock would make her want more, and before she knew it, she would
have her son's cock in her cunt, fucking him insanely.
  Startled to have such a thought, Peggy tried to rid herself of it, but she
was holding his cock, and Johnny had her panties again in his mouth, and she
couldn't resist it.  
  She turned over, presenting her back to her son. She moved the towel away 
from her ass, yet made sure it covered the rest of her body.
Johnny stared with a open mouth at his mother's ass. Her cheeks were full, 
compact, shapely, with a wonderful hot-looking crack separating them. 
Peggy writhed her exposed ass.
   "Johnny," she whispered in a throaty voice, running her hand over her 
ass lightly.
 " Johnny..."
  Johnny, with his mother's panties dangling from his mouth, stared at her 
beautiful ass. Her flesh was so smooth and creamy, without a blemish.  He 
wanted to touch it, to feel his mother's exposed ass, but wasn't sure if he
should do so.
   "Lie down with me, honey," Peggy mewled. "Please, lie down with me."
  Johnny stretched out behind his mother, her panties still in his mouth. 
He wanted to press against her, his cock very hard. Peggy ran her hand past 
her hip and took hold of his cock. She pulled it and brought the head to a 
cheek of her naked ass.  She made a soft hiss of pleasure as she felt the 
wetness of his piss hole on her flesh. She rubbed the head of his cock about 
her ass, feeling it leave trails of exciting wetness on each cheek.  With a 
soft sobbing sound, she dragged the head of his cock up and down the crack 
of her ass, but never so low it that it touched her cunt.
  Johnny leaned back and watched his mother pull his cock up and down the 
split of her ass. The heat on the head oF his cock was almost unbearable. 
He felt as if he would cum on his mother's ass.
  With a soft squeal, Peggy pulled her son's cock into the crack of her 
ass, squeezing and bunching her lovely asscheeks around his cockhead. 
She gripped the shaft of his cock and pumped it, wiggling her is as ex-
citement raced about her skin. She felt the head of his cock brushing the 
crinkle of her asshole, searing it. She jerked at his prick, clenching the
cheeks of her ass around it. She began to make soft little cries and twist
her ass in erotic movements.
   "Johnny..." she sobbed softly, arching backward, feeling the pressure 
of his cock against her tight, burning asshole. 
   "Oh, God! Johnny',  Johnny!"
  She began to try and stuff the head of his cock into her asshole.
    "Help me, Johnny!  "she cried out." Oh, please, help me! 
Push, baby! It's okay there! Push, honey! "
  Johnny began pressing the head of his cock against his mother's asshole.
His balls throbbed as he tried to peer down, watch what was happening. His 
mother was crying, but he knew by the sounds her cries were of pleasure. 
The tight heat of her asshole burned on the head of his cock, and he was 
gritting his teeth.
 Peggy held his cock hard, shoving her ass back as her ass muscles began 
to give way, the resistance fading. She had never taken a cock into her 
ass before. Her husband has tried it, but she refused because he was so 
big and it hurt. But now...
   "Push,  Johnny!" she urged with a sob. "Push hard! Do it, honey!  Do 
it there!"
  Johnny, intensely excited by the tight heat of his mother's asshole, 
pushed.
   " Oohhhh!" Peggy whimpered as the swollen head of her son's cock 
pressed through the tight ring of her asshole.  "Yes,  yes! That's it,
Johnny! "
  Peggy felt her asshole stretch, but it didn't hurt. She felt the full-
ness of his cock, his cockhead just past her assring. Johnny's cock was 
young, and smaller than her husband's, and she felt the sensation 
intensely, a wonderful, exquisite sensation. Her asshole clenched about
her son's cock of its own accord, then began to squeeze, loosen, then 
squeeze again. Peggy sobbed with the most delightful sensatins, sensations
that rippled about her fesh and sent her cunt into spasms of ecstatic rapture.
   " Now!  " she screamed in a tight sound.  " Do it!"
  But Johnny held still.
  Peggy clutched the cheek of her ass, stretching it, pulling it open, 
shoving her ass back at him.
  "Do it! Do it!"
  Johnny now saw his mother's asshole stretching about the head of his 
cock. With a grunt, he rammed forwad, driving his cock all the way into 
his mother's blistering asshole.
  "Oh, God, that's good!"  Peggy wailed, grinding her exposed ass back at 
him.
 " Faster  .  .  .  faster!  "
  Still clutching the cheeks of her ass, pulling it wide open, Peggy began
hunching her hips, fucking her asshole onto her son's cock. Johnny gritted
his teeth and began to churn back and forth, fucking his mother up the ass,
his balls very tight and loaded. The heat was overwhelming him.
  Peggy, with tears of ecstasy in her eyes, twisted and twirled her naked 
ass against her son. She clawed at his hip, pulling him inward and sobbing 
with rapture. 
The friction of his cock pounding into her gripping asshole sent wild, 
crazy sensations throughout her whole body. Her mind reeled and spun. 
Peggy turned wild, thrashing her ass back and forth, trying to pull his 
cock deeper and deeper. Her cunt was dripping with slippery juices, 
smearing the insides of her thighs.  She pressed her thighs tightly 
together, her ass pwmping back and forth in a matching rhythm to her son's
stabbing cock.
  Soft, slapping sounds came from her naked ass as she beat it against her
son. The burning hardness stuffed her ass, stretching her ass ring until 
she thought she was being torn apart, but loving every sensation of it.
  Heat moved over her face, and she gaped and sobbed in perverse rapture.
   "Faster!  " she urged between gasping cries of delight. "Faster and 
harder and deeper! Ohhh, God, Johnny! Oh, baby, baby!"
  Johnny couldn't keep his hands to himself. He was leaning back and 
watching his mother's ass twist and pound, his cock darting in and out of 
her fiery asshole. He grabbed for her hip, and Peggy hissed in pleasure 
when he dug his fingers into her flesh.
   "Oh, yes! "
  Fitting his body to his mother's like a spoon, Johnny fucked vigorously 
into her asshole, clinging to her gyrating hip with a tight hand. He felt 
his balls smacking at the wetness of her cunt, and so did Peggy. Her clit 
seemed five times its normal size, ready to burst at any time from taking 
her son's cock up her ass. Mindless with ecstasy, she grabbed his hand 
holding her hip and jerked it upward and in front of her. She curled her  
son's fingers about her tit, smashing his palm there. Somehow the towel
was no longer covering her tits, and she felt her son's hot hand squeezing
the naked firmness of it, her nipple boring into his palm.
  Johnny gasped in his efforts, banging his cock back and forth, never 
pulling it completely out of his mother's asshole.  He clung to her tit
tightly.
  "Mom!" he groaned. "Oh shit, Mom, it's so good!"
  " Yes, Johnny!  " she replied, twirling her ass frantically.   
  "It is!  Ohhh, baby, ram it to me! Ram it to me hard, real hard!" The 
rapture took control and Peggy gave in to it.   "Fuck me!" she screamed. 
  "Fuck mother! Ohhh, God, Johnny, fuck me in my ass! You're so 
hard...your cock is so hard and I want it in my ass! Fuck me, Fuck me!"
  "Yeah, Mom!" he grunted, driving his cock almost brutally into his 
mother's asshole. "I think I'm gonna come, too!"
  " I want it!" Peggy screamed.  "I need it! Ohh, give it to me, Johnny! 
Ram your cock in me hard...I want to feel you come! I have to feel you 
come in me...in my ass!"
  Peggy's cunt burned and expanded, her hairy cuntlips swollen. Her clit 
poked outward, and she squeezed her wet, slippery thighs together hard. 
She clamped her eyes shut, smashing her son's hand into her tight tit, 
helping him squeeze it. The orgasm that erupted in her pussy was powerful, 
so strong she almost passed out with joy. The convulsions of her cunt sent 
a squeezing sensation about her asshole, and Johnny's cock was being 
sucked inward until his balls smashed hard into the juicy heat of his 
mother's contracting cunt.
   "I gotta come, Mom!"
   "Do it!" Peggy screamed.
  With a grunt, Johnny came.
  Peggy felt the powerful throbs of her son's cock, then the boiling 
wetness of his come juice as it squirted rapidly along the walls of her
blistering hot asshole. The feel of her son coming inside her ass sent  
her orgasms into a mindless spasm that clutched her whole body. She shook 
violently as she came, her asshole seeming to suck the come juice out of 
her son's tight young balls.
  It seemed an eternity before the convulsions stopped, and when they did, 
Peggy felt wrung out.  She had never experienced such ecstasy before, 
never in her whole life. Certainly she had not felt it like this with her 
husband when they fucked or played about. She didn't think of anything 
except the exquisite pleasure it had given her.
  Johnny's cock was still inside his mother's asshole, but it was soft now.
He enjoyed the tightness of it. Peggy was reluctant to let him pull it 
out, too. She felt as if she could keep his cock up her ass forever. She 
loved the way her asshole kept throbbing in a delicious way. She lay on 
her side, her back to him , the towel bunched below her tits. Johnny kept 
holding her tit, and she could feel his hot breath on her back. She didn't
want to move, but sbe had to. There was a feeling of needing to piss again,
and she didn't want to embarrass herself by pissing in her bed.
  Slowly she pulled her ass forward, feeling her son's cock slide back and 
out. She let out a soft moan as his prick came free, and her asshole 
closed. She sensed a burning feeling in her asshole, but it wasn't 
unpleasant in the least. It felt good, and she tightened her asshole, 
then quickly stopped because it almost made her start to piss.
  Carefully taking the towel with her, she stood up. She kept her naked 
body covered with the towel as she looked down at her son. He spread out 
on his back, arms behind his head, smiling up at her. She lowered her eyes
to his cock and balls, and with a tender smile, leaned over and caressed 
them with a light hand, holding the towel over her naked tits.
   "Lovely, Johnny," she whispered softly. "Just lovely."
 Cupping her son's cock and balls, she gave them a gentle squeeze. She 
wanted to kiss her son's cock, kiss his balls. Instead, she stood up,
shivered for a moment, then walked from him, her eyes lingering on his 
young body. With his cock and balls sticking from his shorts that way,
he looked erotic. She wanted to eat him up, starting at his knees and 
using her tongue on his young flesh, she wanted to lick her way up and 
smell his crotch and taste every inch of his flesh.
  As she walked, she adjusted the towel to keep her naked body hidden.  
She rumaged for clothes, and then took them into the bathroom with her. 
She dressed, sliding her legs into a pair of skimpy panties, nylon, lacy. 
She pulled on a light sweater, then a skirt. After brushing her hair, she 
returned to the bedroom.
  Johnny had covered his cock and balls, and sat on the small stool in 
front of her mirror. For a moment, Peggy stood behind her son, her hands 
on his shoulders, looking at him in the mirror.  Her son grinned at her 
reflection.  It wasn't a lewd grin, just a nice, happy smile.
  She slipped her hands down his bare chest and pulled him against her. 
She kept gazing into his eyes, and lightly stroked his tiny nipples. Then,
with a nervous gesture, pulled from him. She opened a drawer and pulled 
out a new pair of pantyhose. She slipped a foot into the pantyhose and 
pulled it upward, then slipped in the other foot.
  Johnny watched with interest as she put them on, seeing the way she 
smoothed the flesh-tone hose upward. Her skirt lifted as she brought the
pantyhose to her thighs.  Johnny caught a glimpse of her panties. Just the
crotch, and his eyes began to sparkle.
 Peggy smiled at her son as she stood up. She dragged her skirt to her 
waist and held still for a  moment.  Johnny stared with increasing 
interest at her, seeing the tight, flimsy panties, her golden flesh, 
the shadow of her fan-shaped cunt hair. Then Peggy pulled the panty hose
about her waist. She wiggled her hips as she smoothed the nylon about her 
body, adjusting the crotch. When she finished and her skirt fell, the 
gleam faded in Johnny's eyes.
   "Are you going someplace, Mom?  " he asked.
   "No, " she said, sliding her feet into a pair of white highheeled pumps.   
   "But I always dress after a...bath. "
  He looked at her tits. Peggy's tits strained against the light sweater, 
full and round and wide spaced,  almost pointing. Her nipples made two 
bold peaks, defined against the thin garment. Peggy lifted her shoulders, 
making her tits thrust out, then asked, "Are you thirsty, honey? "
   "A little,  "  Johnny replied.
 She took his hand aiid they left the bedroom, going to the kitchen. Peggy 
didn't know if her son could feel it or not, but she did. There was a 
strange tension suddenly in the house.
  After she poured him a glass of milk, she found the urge to piss quite 
strong, and realized she had not pissed before dressing.
  "I'll be right back," she said.
                          
                             CHAPTER THREE


 Johnny caught her hand before she moved away.
  "Where are you going, Mom?"
  "Oh, honey," she said. "I'm just going to the bathroom.  I'm not leaving 
the house."
  She felt good that her son wanted her to stay with him, in his presence.
Her husband had never reached for her like this. She squeezed his hand, 
and tried to pull free. But Johnny held tightly, a white moustache of milk
on his upper lip.
  She pressed her thighs tight as the urge to piss grew. 
  "Honey," she murmured, "I've got to go. I won't be long."                  -
But Johnny clung to her, sitting there and looking up at her face. The 
harder he clutched her hand, the more urgently she had to piss. She 
wiggled her hips, a nervous expression on her face.
  "Please, baby, I have to go to the bathroom."
  "You go an awful lot, don't you, Mom?" he asked quietly.
  She nodded.   "I can't help it. "
  " When you have to go, you have to go, right?"
  "Oh, God! If I don't . . . please, Johnny."
She pulled, trying to free her hand, feeling as if she was going to piss 
at any time." I've got to hurry! "
  Johnny's grip tightened.
  A faint flush crept over Peggy's lovely face, and her expression turned 
into that of a woman being tortured.
   " Ohhh!  " she whimpered.
 She had dribbled a little piss into her panties. She clamped her thighs 
tight, shoving her free hand to her crotch.
   "Johnny! I've got to hurry!"  she pleaded.
  Johnny, excitement showing on his young eyes, simply squeezed his 
mother's hand hardder, refusing to let go. Peggy's flush became hot on
her face as she felt the warm piss starting to soak into the crotch of her
panties and pantyhose. She could feel it start to run down her thighs.
Embarrassment swept through her.
    " Ohhhh,  Johnny!  " she cried.
  Peggy couldn't hold it back. She was pissing in her panties, standing 
near her son, his hand clinging to hers tightly.  She felt her panties
become drenched, the hot piss running down her thighs and legs and over 
her shoes. Johnny looked down and saw his mother's piss, his young eyes 
taking on - a strange glow. It was as if her son wanted her to piss in her 
panties, Peggy thought.  She didn't understand why,  didn't understand  
why he wanted her to feel this embarrassment.
  She looked down at the front of his shorts, and saw the head of his cock
pressing upward. She knew her son was getting a hard-on. She looked down 
at her feet and saw the hot piss glistening on her shoes, then back to her 
son's face. She tried to slow the stream of piss, and managed to do so, 
but only slightly. The heat and wetness between her thighs, the piss in 
her panties, caused her clit to swell, and the hairy lips of her cunt 
burned. It didn't feel as if she was about to come, but the feeling would 
turn that way soon, she knew from experience.
 Peggy had never pissed in her panties like this before. Always before, 
if she couldn't get to a bathroom immediately, she would dribble, but that 
was it. Now she was drenching her panties, and it was running down her 
thighs. Her son was watching, holding her hand tigbtly. He clung to her 
as if he wanted her to piss.
  She understood, now. She could see it in his eyes, see how erotic he 
felt because she was pissing in her panties. She remembered seeing on her 
bed, licking the crotch of her panties, stuffing them into his mouth. 
A tremor went through her body, and without thinking she parted her feet 
on the floor. She didn't try to stop peeing. She let it go, holding his 
hand and gazing into his eyes, and pisssedd. The puddle at her feet grew, 
the insides of her thighs wet now.
  Johnny's cock stood hard inside his shorts, lifting it into a tent. 
Peggy lowered her eyes to it. The front of her skirt was damp now. She
parted her feet and tbe soft hissing sound of her piss was audible. She 
shoved her free hand toward her son's cock, and trailed her fingers
over his covered cockhead. Then, with a gasp, closed her fist about his 
prick, squeezing it.
 "Oh,  Mom!"  Johnny  groaned  with excitement.   " Baby!  "
 When Johnny shoved his hand to the bottom of her skirt and started to run
it upward, Peggy didn't stop him. Sbe clutched his cock hard as she felt 
his hand caressed  up the outside of her thigh, lifting her skirt with his 
arm. She felt his hot hand on her hip, then it roved around to take a 
quick feel of her ass cheek. He released her hand now, and Peggy didn't 
protest when he lifted the front of her skirt. She turned loose
of his throbbing hard-on and stood straight as Johnny raised her skirt to 
her waist.
  She began to tremble as he looked at her. She was still pissing and the 
panties and pantyhose were drenched completely.  She had her feet about a 
foot apart, and she felt wonderful. She felt no embarrassment suddenly, 
only a weird thrill, a joy. She clutched her skirt with her own hands, 
holding it up, and Johnny placed one hand on her hip, sliding the other up
between her thighs, feeling the wetness of her piss on the
pantyhose. He could see the golden piss dripping through her panties, and 
she leaned forward to watch him move his hand upward until it was only an 
inch from her crotch. 
Johnny's hand filled with his mother's hot piss, then piss ran over the 
sides and down her thighs  again. When he turned his wet hand and caressed
her inner thigh, Peggy thought she would come.
 After smearing his hand on her thigh, Johnny turned it upward again. This
time he pressed his palm into his mother's cunt. Peggy groaned she felt 
his hand there, and her hips jerked. Johnny pressed, feeling the wet heat 
of his mother's cunt through her panties and pantyhose. Peggy's eyes took 
on a glassy expresion as she bit into her bottom lip. Her cunt twitching, 
the lips puffy as her clit bulged out of her panties.
   " Johnny!  "  she  gasped,  closing her thighs about his hand. She was 
no longer pissing now.
 " Oh, my God!  Johnny!  "
 His cock jutted up inside his shorts, a moist spot forming there where 
the head of it was outlined.
 Pulling his hand from between his mother's thighs, Peggy watched him 
place it on his shorts. His hand was covered with her piss and it dampened 
his shorts. She watched him close his fist about his cock, the only thing
between it and his hand was the shorts. Then Johnny moved his piss-wet 
hand up and down in bold, uninhibited jack-off motions.
  A hundred thoughts flooded Peggy's mind, that her son was drawn to her 
piss, that it was erotic, that he enjoyed the fact she had pissed in her 
panties, that he placed his hand on her wet cunt, that he was touching his
cock now with his piss-wet hand. She stood with her skirt held at her 
waist, her panties revealed through the wet panty hose. The hair of her 
cunt was almost fully  revealed  through  the  wetness.  Peggy shivered 
with a strange, unusual pleasure. Johnny removed his hand and she saw his
shorts were wet, his cock still standing straight up. He looked up at his 
mother, then down at her crotch. Again, he his hand between her thighs and
cup her cunt. Peggy trembled as he rubbed his hand back and forth, a soft
whimper coming from her. She didn't feel at all surprised when her son 
pulled his hand back, and this time brought it to his face, moving his
piss-wet palm about his cheek, over his chin, and to the other cheek.
  "Oh, Johnny!" she cried softly. "Oh, baby!"
  Without a thought, Peggy stepped out of her heels into the puddle of her
own piss and rolled her panty-hose down. Then she peeled her wet panties 
off.  She let her skirt fall, hiding her fiery, hairy cunt from his eyes. 
She lifted the wet panties, offering them to her son.
  "Is it okay, Mom?" he asked.
  Peggy nodded, smiling.
  Johnny took his mother's piss-wet panties in his hand and washed his 
face with them. His expression turned ecstatic as he leaned back on his 
chair. Peggy stood on shaking legs, watching him. Her cunt bubbled with 
heat, wet with flowing juices that mixed with the hot piss. Her clit
throbbed in a tight knot, the cheeks of her ass bunching tightly.
 Peggy came.
 Her hips jerked, her eyes on fire as she watched her son rubbing the piss
wet panties across his lips. The orgasm contracted her cunt as her clit 
throbbed. She let out a soft moan of rapture, her hips arching forward, 
her hands pressing at her thighs.
 Johnny watched his mother's hips jerking as he tasted the piss on her 
panties.  He turned the panties inside out, and placed the crotch of them
at his mouth. Peggy saw his tongue slip out, and lick at the panties. The 
orgasm became stronger, and her knees almost buckled.
   "Ohhhh, I'm . . . Oh, God! I'm coming!  "
  Johnny sucked his mother's panties into his mouth. His eyes looked hazy,
filmed over with passion. Peggy shoved a fist into her cunt as she stared 
at her panties dangling from her son's mouth. His cock stood hard inside 
his shorts, and her eyes went to it. 
  Johnny groaned.
  And came off inside his shorts.
  Peggy gasped, seeing the wetness as he came.
Her hand shot for his cock, she closed her fingers around it, pumping him,
dragging his jism out, watching him come inside his shorts. She felt the 
delicious throb of his cock in her fist, heard her son suckiag noisily at 
her pisswet panties.
  With a cry, she drop to her knees. She shoved her hands up his thighs, 
under his shorts. Johnny jerked at the crotch of his shorts, but Peggy 
stopped him.
   " No!  "  she cried, and lowered her face.
 She swiped her tongue about the wet shorts, tasting his come juice 
through them.  With another cry, she closed her hot lips about the 
concealed head of his thick young cock and sucked on it. She swirled her 
tongue against the rough fabric of his shorts and tasted his come juice 
better. There was a slight taste of her own piss there, too, which served 
only to inflame her erotic mind. She sucked with tight lips, drawing come
juice througn his shorts, her fingers digging into his hips, her head 
twisting as she sobbed in rapture.
  After a moment, she lifted her head, looking up at her son with glazed 
eyes. Johnny pulled her panties out of his mouth and wiped them about his 
mother's face, and when he pressed them between her lips, Peggy didn't 
protest. She tasted her piss on the nylon panties, and her eyes closed, a 
groan bubbling out of her throat.  Her cunt throbbed again, and when 
Johnny pressed her panties past her lips, she cried out with another 
orgasm. Her hands feverishly jerked at the crotch of her son's shorts. 
His prick and balls drew her hot eyes. Squealing in passion, Peggy shoved 
her face about his crotch, feeling the sweet heat of his cock and balls on
her flesh. The feel of his hairless balls and still wet cock on her cheeks
sent her pulse racing, her hands stroking up and down his legs and hips 
with feverish caresses. Moving softly, she began  kissing Johnny's cock 
and balls, her eyes heavy-lidded, smoking with her inner heat.
 Johnny  gazed down at his mother.  The pleasure was obvious on his young 
face and in his glittering eyes. Scooting his ass to the edge of the 
cushions, he ran his hands through her hair, writhing his crotch at her 
lips. The scent of her son's  cock  and balls, slightly sweaty, made
Peggy's mind spin with the intensity of her erotic hunger. Darting her 
tongue out, she lapped at his dangling balls, bouncing them, her tongue 
swirling round and round. She made low sounds of sobbing ecstasy. She 
shoved her hands inside his shorts and behind to cup the cheeks of his 
tight, young ass. Digging her fingers into his flesh, she lifted him, 
pressing his growing cock into her face.
  "Oh, Johnny!" she moaned, and raced her tongue up his swelling cock, 
tasting his young cockshaft, the lingering sweetness of come juice on it. 
She gripped his ass cheeks hard, and swirled her tongue about the smooth 
head of his cock. He was dripping again, and with a cry of ectasy, Peggy 
swiped at his piss hole, licking up the beads of juices.
  Lifting her face, she gazed at his cock. Her eyes were fiery, and her 
tongue licked at her lips.
   " Johnny!  Ohhhh, baby!  "
  Eagerly,  Peggy dropped her mouth to the head of his cock. She presed 
down, letting his cock spread her lips. The smooth head penetrated her 
mouth, and Peggy shivered.  With a wild cry, she dived onto her son's cock,
taking it completely into her mouth.  His cockhead brushed the back of her
throat, the shaft throbbing hotly against her tongue and the roof of her 
mouth. Her lips tingled and burned. Holding his cock deep inside her mouth,
Peggy sobbed and cried and whimpered. She jerked one hand from his ass, 
thrusting it down and under her skirt. She began to rub furiously at her 
hairy cunt, pounding a finger in and out, making wet sounds. Her eyes 
lifted to her son's face, her mouth stuffed with his hot, hard cock.
  "Mmmmm," she moaned and sucked upward, strongly." Oh, baby, baby! You 
taste so good! Johnny...honey, I've got to...Mother has to..." Her eyes 
filmed over as she kept whipping her cunt with her fingers. "I want to 
suck you off, Johnny!  "
  Peggy didn't wait for him to answer. She gulped her son's cock hungrily 
into her mouth, her tongue flying about the shaft. She bobbed up and down,
making groaning sounds. She felt her cunt grip and squeeze at her delving 
finger, her clit smashing at her palm.
  She sucked at her son's cock greedily and noisily, making wet sounds as 
she fingerfucked herself in the pussy. Her eyes rolled inside her head, 
her lovely face flushed with mindless pleasure. She found she had to 
swallow often because he dripped so very much across her tongue. The taste
was like wild honey to her, and she couldn't seem to get enough of his hot
cock and dripping juices. Whipping her finger in and out of her hot, juicy
cunt, Peggy dug her fingers into her son's ass hard, lifting him as she 
banged her mouth downward, trying to pull his cock into her throat, the 
need to swallow him almost overwheming her senses.
  Her mouth was comfortable with her son's cock in it. She still had room 
to swirl her tongue no matter how deep she took it. Rushing her mouth down
on his prick, taking the head at the back of her throat, she twisted her 
lips around the base, making throaty sounds of hunger. She shoved her 
fingers into the crack of his ass, and felt the tight pucker of his little
asshole.
  "Oh,  Mom!"  Johnny  finnaly  groaned.
  "Ohhh, Mom!  "
  He spread his legs as far apart as he could, lifting his hips, watching 
his mother sucking in a frenzy, his cock disappering into that wet heat. 
He lifted and pressed hard, his balls on her chin, and twisting his hips 
into her face. 
   "Mmmm!" Peggy moaned softly, rubbing his tight asshole with the tip of 
one finger as she sucked hard. 
   " Oh, Mom, this is great!  " Johnny yelped, and began to fuck up and 
down, plunging his cock into his mother's mouth wildly, jerkily.
  "Your mouth is so hot, Mom! Ooohh, Mom, suck me! Suck me, Mom! Suck...oh,
suck my cock, Mom!  "
  Peggy sobbed and rammed her mouth down as he came up, lifting when he 
pulled back. Her lips beat at the base of his prick, and she didn't care if
they were bruised. Sucking her husbad's cock was never aything like this, 
never as good as this, never as tasty as her son's cock. His words assaulted
her ears as she sucked him, pleased that he was plunging his cock up and 
down, fucking her mouth like a hot, wet, fiery cunt. She rubbed furiously at
his tight asshole with her finger, urging him to shoot, to send that thick,
sweet come juice down her greedy throat.
  A muffled squeal came from her cock-filled mouth as her cunt rippled, 
then convulsed with a powerful orgasm. The hairy lips of her juicy cunt 
dripped and squeezed at her buried finger as she smashed her clit on the 
heel of her hand.
  Johnny grabbed the back of his mother's head, jerking her face down hard,
his cock slamming up into her throat.
   "Oooohhhh, Mom!" he yelled, and came.
  The boiling come juice gushed into Peggy's throat like nectar. Her eyes 
rolled with rapture as his come juice burned down her throat, her cunt 
contracting with one of her most powerful orgasms ever. She made wet, 
gurgling sounds as she swallowed his come juice thirstily, devouring the 
sweetness from his young, tender balls.

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