Mom peeps on the neighbors

CHAPTER THREE

As they stepped onto the sidewalk, they met Mary.

Mary was just emerging from a car parked at the curb. A man sat behind the wheel, but he was of no interest to Bobby, nor to Susan at the moment.

The door was open and Mary had her right leg out, the other still inside the car. Her head was turned toward the man, and she was saying something to him. What caught Susan and her son's attention was the fact they could see up Mary's skirt. They saw the creamy surface of her inner thigh and, surprisingly, the dark-blonde curls of her cunt hair. Mary, it seemed, was naked under her skirt.

They stood and stared, both pleased to see her sweet, hairy cunt so clearly.

But they weren't able to look at Mary's pussy long enough to satisfy them. Mary got out of the car, slammed the door, and saw them.

"Hi, Susan," she said happily, her eyes sparkling and her smile wide. "Hello, Bobby."

"Wanna have pizza with us?" Bobby asked.

"I wish I could, honey," Mary replied, "but I've just stuffed myself on lobster. Susan, you better keep your eye on this son of yours. He's getting so handsome, I might steal him away."

"You're welcome to him, Mary," Susan laughed. "He's also getting to be a lot of trouble. You know how it is when boys are his age."

"Yeah, I know," Mary grimaced. "Hands everywhere."

Susan laughed again. "They never change, do they, Mary?"

"And thank heaven for that!" Mary giggled. She looked at Bobby with a gleam in her eyes. Then Susan saw Mary glance at the front of Bobby's pants.

"Well, see you," Mary said with a wave of her hand.

Susan and Bobby watched her enter the apartment building.

"She's beautiful," Bobby said as they started walking the short distance to the pizza parlor.

The place was almost empty and they sat in a corner with a huge pizza and soft drinks.

"You know why Mary is so beautiful to you, don't you, baby?" Susan asked.

"Sure, because she is."

"Are you sure?" Susan teased. "I bet you'd think any girl was beautiful if you saw her the way you see Mary."

"You mean naked, Mom?"

She nodded her head. Her pulse raced. This was the first time they had talked about Mary without looking at her, and it was the first time her son had even used the word naked with her. It was, Susan thought, a breakthrough.

Then Bobby gave his mother a real surprise. "Did you see her in that car, Mom? Did you see what I saw? I saw her cunt, Mom!"

For a moment, Susan couldn't breathe. Just hearing her son say cunt sent shivers of delight up and down her flesh. Her cunt seemed to squeeze up tightly, and she pressed her thighs together.

"I saw it, too, Bobby," she whispered, her voice very low with desire. "I saw it real good."

"I thought I was gonna get hard," Bobby said, stuffing pizza into his mouth. "I thought Mary was gonna see my cock hard."

"I think she noticed, darling," Susan whispered. "I think she saw it."

"Really?" Bobby's eyes glowed. "Do you think it made her hot, Mom?"

"Maybe. Mary is certainly a hot girl, I should say. I'm sure it made her hot."

Bobby laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. "I bet her cunt got wet, Mom."

"So is mine," she murmured.

"What? I didn't hear you, Mom."

"I said, so is mine."

Bobby looked at his mother with wide eyes. She saw the speculative gleam in them, and she gazed boldly back at him.

"It did?" Bobby asked in a whisper, looking around to see if they could be overheard. "Really, Mom? Did your cunt get wet, too?"

"It's wet now," she replied.

"Oh, wow!"

The food was forgotten. They looked into each other's eyes, each seeing the need and desire on the other's face.

After a tense moment, Susan asked: "How's your cock, Bobby? Getting hard?" He nodded.

"Show me."

"Here?"

"Just a peek, darling," she murmured throatily. "No one can see but me."

Bobby glanced about, then stood quickly. Susan gazed at him, seeing his cock-bulge pushing out his jeans. She ran her tongue over her lips, feeling her cunt pulsate.

Then Bobby sat back down. "You see how hard I am, Mom?"

"Oh, yes!" she gurgled. "And I'm very wet, too."

"Show me, Mom! Show me how wet you are!"

"Honey, that's impossible here," Susan said, looking about the restaurant. "I'd have to lift my dress."

Bobby giggled. "I wouldn't care, Mom. Show me!"

"Wait until we get home. Then I'll show you."

"But, Mom, you might not be wet then."

"I will," she smiled wickedly at him. "I'm always wet."

"You are?"

"Like you're always hard," she giggled. "Let's go home now, Mom. I'm not hungry any more."

"You know, neither am I."

They left the pizza parlor holding hands, both excited and in a hurry to get home. The relationship had suddenly changed, and Susan was anxious, very anxious to fuck her son.

They were almost running as they entered the apartment, and Susan saw her son's cock straining in his pants.

"Were you hard all the way home?" she asked, pointing at his cock. "People probably saw it."

Bobby giggled, standing proudly with his hips thrust forward. Susan stared at her son's cock openly, all pretense gone. This was real, not fantasy. Her dream of fucking her son was about to come true, and her cunt was drooling.

"Show me, Mom!" Bobby said excitedly. "You said you'd show me when we got home."

"You first," Susan insisted, wanting to make sure he was truly wanting this.

"You already saw me," he replied. "When you jacked me off, too."

"I want to see your cock again."

She stood on weak legs, watching her son fumble with his zipper. He fished his cock out. Susan gasped with pleasure as she stared at it. The cock head looked so sweet, so smooth and round, swollen tightly. Already, Bobby was dripping, and she started forward to take his prick in her hand. Bobby, though, backed up.

"Not until you show me, Mom. You promised you'd show me you were wet."

Susan was shaking, but not with nervousness. The heat of her excitement was hot, consuming. She pulled her dress up, gazing at his cock. His fucker looked so beautiful standing out from his pants that way. She lifted her skirt to her waist, standing in the middle of the floor about five feet from her son.

"Aw, you're cheating, Mom," Bobby said. "You've got panties on. Mary doesn't wear panties, Mom."

Panting with hot desire now, Susan hooked her finger into the tight crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. She saw her son's eyes growing wide and sparkling with heat as he saw the thick hair of her cunt. She spread her feet widely apart on the floor and arched her hips forward.

"See," she whispered.

"I don't see anything, Mom."

"You see my cunt, don't you?"

"Yes, but I can't see if you're wet. You said you were wet, Mom."

"Feel it," Susan murmured. "Feel mother's cunt, and you'll find out how wet it is."

"Can I? Can I really feel your cunt, Mom?" She moved toward him, taking his wrist in one hand and holding her panties to one side with the other. She slipped her son's hand between her smooth thighs and pressed it into her pussy. She shoved one of his fingers past the hot, hair-lined pussy lips and into her cunt.

"Now you see how wet my pussy is?" she said, her voice coming out in a thick growl of desire. She rubbed her son's hand back and forth on her cunt, making soft whimpering sounds.

"You're really wet, Mom!" Bobby said, his voice breaking with excitement. He rubbed at her hairy cunt on his own now, and Susan released his wrist and clasped his cock, jerking her fist back and forth. "I wanna see your tits now, Mom! Lemme see your tits now!"

"Open my blouse, then."

Bobby had to use both his hands to open his mother's blouse, and she saw the disappointment in his eyes when he found her bra. "Mary doesn't wear one of these, I bet," he said.

"You can always take it off, can't you?" she urged.

"I don't know how," he complained.

"I'll show you."

Susan turned loose of his cock and showed her son where the hooks were, then her tits bounced free, nipples rigid with inflamed passion. "Now you know how to take a girl's bra off," she said, grabbing his cock again.

Bobby needed no encouragement to fondle her rounded, spongy tits. Both his hands cupped one each as he squeezed. She watched his eyes while pumping at his cock, listening to his heavy breathing that matched her own.

"Why don't you take my skirt off, too?" she whispered. "You might as well take every thing off me, don't you think?"

She stood on shaking legs while her son searched and found all the buttons and zippers. The skirt fell to her feet, and then she trembled when his hands began to roll her panties down.

Bobby had to stoop to remove the panties from his mother's feet, and his face was level with her cunt. She looked down at his blazing eyes as he stared a few inches from her pussy. She wanted to grab the back of her son's head and pull his young face between her legs, to smear those lips of his with her bubbling cunt juices.

Bobby shoved his hand between his mother's thighs as he stooped there, thrusting a finger into her cunt and working it up and down. Susan sighed and arched her pussy forward, spreading her legs wider.

But it wasn't her son's finger she wanted inside her steamy cunt; it was his cock.

"Stand up, baby," she groaned.

As he stood, she closed her arms about him and pulled his face to her tits. "Suck them, Bobby! Ohhh, suck my tits, honey! It's been so long since I've felt a hot mouth on my tits! Suck mother's tits, darling! Suck them!"

Eagerly, Bobby pulled a rigid nipple into his mouth, his hands holding her about the waist tightly. Susan felt her son's cock throbbing against her thigh, the cock head dripping and making her flesh wet. She reached between them and grasped his cock, rubbing the swollen cock head against her thigh, smearing her skin with those slippery juices, moaning softly as he sucked at her nipples, going from one tit to the other.

"Pretend I'm Mary," she whispered hotly against the top of his head. "Pretend I am Mary and you're going to fuck me, Bobby. Do what you want to me, with my body, and think of me as Mary."

She heard the wild, hot moan of her son as he sucked harder at her nipple. His cock was throbbing and she became afraid he would come off before it was inside her boiling cunt. She drew back, looking into his hot, glassy eyes.

"I'll be Mary for you, Bobby, and you can do everything with me that you've wanted to do with her."

Susan sank to the floor, sprawling backwards. She lay there looking at her son's cock with hungry eyes, spreading her legs and squeezing her tits. She twisted and writhed her naked ass against the carpet, opening and closing her legs for her son's pleasure. She knew he could see the parting of her thick cunt hair, see the puffiness of her pussy lips and the glistening moisture of her distended clit.

"Come on, darling," she urged, arching her hips up into the air enticingly. "I'm Mary, and you're going to get your cock in her cunt at last! Think of me as being Mary, eager for your cock. Come on, darling… fuck me! Fuck your Mary!"

Bobby went to his knees between his mother's widely parted thighs. He still had his pants on, and Susan didn't want to wait for him to shove them down. She arched her crotch toward his straining cock, feeling the swollen head of his prick make a burning contact with her wet cunt.

"Oooo, put it in! Put it in!" she wailed. "Put your cock in Mary's cunt, Bobby! Fuck your Mary… fuck your dream girl! Fuck her now!"

In his haste, Bobby lunged forward.

Susan yelped with ecstasy.

Her son's cock fucked easily into her slippery, soaked cunt. He fucked all the way in and his jeans rubbed harshly against her inner thighs. But she didn't care about those damned jeans now; his cock was up her cunt at last. She shoved her hands behind him and down, gripping his tight ass with both hands, pulling him tightly, squirming her cunt hard as if trying to suck his whole body into her cunt.

She lifted her long thighs and wrapped them about his hips, locking her ankles on his upper thighs. She began to lunge her hips up and down, her head thrown back and eyes closed, her beautiful face expressing the sheer ecstasy rippling through her naked body.

"Fuck Mary!" she screamed, the sound bouncing from the walls of the living room. "Fuck Mary, darling! Pretend I'm Mary and fuck my cunt! Ohhh, what a hard cock you have, baby! I want that hard cock in my pussy… deep, fucking me and making me come and come and come! I'm Mary, Bobby… so fuck your Mary?"

Bobby, with grunts of pleasure, began to fuck his cock in and out of his mother's cunt. Susan clung to the cheeks of his ass, sobbing as the exquisite pleasure moved from her toes to the top of her head. Her pussy gripped her son's cock tightly, the heat almost melting the flesh from him. His face was pressed into her tits, and the hotness of his breath thrilled her. When her son caught a hard nipple with his lips and began sucking it, his hips driving his prick hard and fast, she wailed again.

It seemed to Susan that her son's cock stretched her overheated cunt more than ever before in her life. She could feel her clit scraping along the cock shaft as he fucked in and out frantically. The sensations were so strong, she felt her asshole draw up, suck inward, and she tightened her hot thighs against his grinding hips. She fucked up and down, meeting the thrusts of his cock with sobs of ecstasy, her cunt trying to consume him, his whole body. The steel-like shaft of his cock fucked deep into her clinging cunt lips. Her pussy contacted the rough fabric of his jeans. And Susan loved it, loved the slight pain those jeans gave her, knowing her thighs were being scratched… and caring only that his cock was plunging into her steaming cunt at long last.

Bobby was biting into her sensitive nipples, and even that felt good to her. His tongue fucked her nipples as his lips sucked. She felt one of his hands underneath her twisting, grinding ass, clawing at a smooth ass cheek. She tossed her hips up and down wildly, frantic to have his cock as deep as she could get it. Her skin was rippling and tingling and her toes curled. She was yelping and squealing as her mind reeled with the most intense ecstasy she had felt in years.

"Oooo, fuck me!" she cried hotly. "Fuck my cunt, darling! Ram my pussy… burn my hairy cunt up with your hard, sweet cock! Ohhh, give it to me, balls and all! Fuck me… fuck your Mary!"

The hot moans of her son increased her pleasure, as did his snorting breath against her swollen tits. The way he dug his fingers into her resilient ass cheeks caused her to throw her burning cunt even more frantically up to meet his cock.

She became frenzied with her movements, her ass churning up and down in a violent way, almost causing her son's cock to slip from her pussy once or twice. The grip of erotic ecstasy guided her motions, her mind, and she was powerless to control herself.

"Fuck moth… Mary!" she screamed, catching herself just in time. She did not want to shatter the fantasy for him. She had to keep building on that fantasy so he would not become embarrassed. At least, that was how she thought at this time. "Fuck your hot-assed Mary, Bobby! Fuck her hairy, hot cunt raw! Make her pussy come, darling, make her come with your hard, sweet cock!"

Bobby's grunts increased, and she felt his cock flying in and out of her cunt. The friction was becoming intense, and Susan began to scream as an orgasm bubbled within the pit of her stomach. It seemed to swell like an overinflated balloon, ready to burst at any time.

"I'm going to do it!" she screamed, slamming her cunt hard onto his fucking cock.

"I'm going to come, Bobby! Ohhh… oooooo, there! There. I'm coming!"

The scream ripped from her throat as the convulsions gripped her cunt. The wet lips of her pussy clawed and sucked at her son's cock, the contractions powerful.

Through the power of her orgasm, she still felt her son's cock throbbing hotly inside her receptive cunt. She became hungry for his come juice, starving for it with her cunt. When he came, the thick come juice seemed to spurt from his piss hole like a garden hose, spraying the velvety walls of her steamy cunt, drenching her in the way she wanted to be drenched.

Every come-spurting throb of his cock was felt by Susan, and it served to send her cunt into a series of mind-shattering orgasms. Never had she experienced multiple orgasms before, but now she was going through orgasm after orgasm, every muscle in her slender body becoming taut. She whipped her contracting cunt up and down on her son's come-gushing cock, draining his balls with the sucking motions of her pussy.

Bobby slumped on his mother, breathing hard, his cock slipping from her pussy. She felt his prick resting on the curve of her ass cheeks. She caressed his back with her hands, bringing him down from the peak of his ecstasy.

Her flesh glowed, the pleasure still surging through her naked body. Susan let her long legs flop apart, and she began to relax. Bobby remained on top of her, regaining strength as she held him.

"Was Mary a good fuck, honey?" she asked softly, running a hand through his hair. "Did you enjoy fucking Mary?"

She felt him nod his head.

"I knew she would be a good piece of ass, didn't you? Seeing the way she fucked her pillow told me she would be a good fuck, that she had a hot cunt. Did Mary's cunt almost burn your cock, Bobby?"

She heard her son mumble something, but it was indistinct. She hugged him tightly, sighing and feeling very good. After a while, she gently shoved him off her body. She knelt and looked at his cock, seeing it glisten with the moisture of her cunt.

"I don't know about you, baby," she said softly, "but I think I'll get cleaned up and go to bed. You almost wore me out, you know. Oh, God… that was so good, darling!"

She stood up, her legs feeling like rubber. Bobby looked up at his mother's naked body, and for a moment Susan stood with spread legs, her eyes shining.

Then she turned, and feeling his eyes on her naked ass, she left exaggerating the natural sway of her ass for his pleasure.