The woman sucked her cunt again, making Peggy come two more times.
Getting to her feet, lips glistening and eyes misty with pleasure, the woman had said, "I wish we had more time, honey. You have such a sweet little cunt. And you're such a hot little thing. I could suck your pussy for hours!"
Peggy opened her blouse to feel the heat of the sun on it, carefully driving as she remembered that day. It was the first time anyone, boy or girl, had sucked her cunt, and she loved it. By then, she had fucked four different boys, but none of them had kissed her pussy, nor had they suggested she suck their cocks. Perhaps they had all been so young, but whatever the cause, no one had sucked Peggy's cunt until that day in the restroom.
Driving with her tit exposed now, Peggy slipped her left hand between her thighs, finding her panties almost drenched with pussy-juices.
Before the lovely woman left, Peggy had asked if she would show her cunt to her. The woman was more than willing, and she had lifted her dress and pushed her panties down. That was the first time Peggy had seen bikini panties on a woman. She had seen them in stores, but never on anyone. She thought they were so frilly and fragile and pretty. The woman parted her legs, stretching her panties just above her knees, and let Peggy see her cunt. It was the hairiest thing Peggy had seen. The woman had to part her long, soft cunt-hair to show the wet slit of her cunt.
Never having seen a cunt other than her own, Peggy had been fascinated by it. The woman let her touch it, feel of it, and Peggy was working up the courage to ask if she could kiss it. But the woman was in a hurry. She scribbled her name and phone number on a piece of paper, handing it to Peggy.
"Call me later, honey," she had said. "We can spend more time together. You have the sweetest little cunt I've ever licked."
But Peggy had never used the phone number. She had been afraid to use it. Not of the woman, not of getting sucked, not of maybe tasting that hairy cunt herself, but because of getting caught.
So she never had the opportunity to put her face between a woman's thighs, nor did she ever get licked by a woman since. But Peggy had fantasized about it all these years, wishing she had called.
By the time she married, Peggy had fucked, by her count, sixteen different boys. And not one of them licked her pussy.
The first time she tasted a cock was on her wedding night.
She had not really wanted to do it. She was willing to take it into her mouth, suck on it, lick it and play with it, but her new husband wanted to come in her mouth. Peggy wasn't sure about that. She had seen boys come before, and the fuck-juice had not looked all that appetizing to her.
But her husband forced it on her.
He had fucked his cock into her mouth and made her suck it. She had enjoyed that part, dreading the moment he would squirt into her mouth. He had held the back of her head so she couldn't get away, and as his cock grew harder and thicker, the throbs more powerful, Peggy knew he was going to come in her mouth. She tried to pull away, but he held her tightly, and fucked her mouth vigorously, then shot his hot, thick fuck-juices into her mouth.
To her surprise, it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.
It was hot and thick, yet the taste was so exotic, so exciting, she had swallowed, but she would never let her husband know she enjoyed it. Over the next few years, she always made him force her to suck his cock off, pretending she hated it.
The divorce came about due to reasons other than money or sex. They just grew apart, it seemed. She was still friendly with her ex-husband, and he always made sure she had plenty of money for herself, Carolyn and Ricky.
Since the divorce, Peggy was more interested in sex than ever in her life. She could have fucked her ex-husband, but she refused. She could have had boyfriends, but she refused. She remained alone with Ricky and Carolyn, satisfying her cravings to some extent with her finger at night. She had found a measure of satisfaction in her erotic fantasies, but as usual with such self-stimulation, it was never enough to truly give her gratification.
Sliding her hand farther under her skirt and into the waist of her bikini panties, Peggy tried to concentrate on driving and producing an orgasm at the same time. It was very difficult, because she was a wiggler, her ass twisting and thrashing about.
Glancing over shoulder again, she saw that her daughter had slumped down on the seat, causing her skirt to climb. She could now see the way her daughter's succulent cunt was outlined by the tight panties. Peggy moaned softly, pressing at her own clit, trying to keep her eye on the road and see her daughter at the same time.
"It's so hot, Mother."
Carolyn's voice startled Peggy.
She jerked her hand from her panties quickly, pulling her blouse over her exposed tit. Her head swung around.
"I thought you were sleeping," she said, her voice slightly husky.
"It's too hot," Carolyn complained. "Turn on the air-conditioner, will you, please?"
Peggy flicked the switches, and cool air filled the car.
Carolyn leaned her head on the front seat, staring through the window at the road, her eyes still sleepy. She glanced at her mother's thighs. With a sigh, Carolyn sat back again.
Ricky was sprawled on his back, his head at an awkward angle, one leg on the seat, the other on the floorboard.
Carolyn giggled suddenly.
"Something funny?" Peggy asked.
"You should look at Ricky, Mother."
"What's wrong with Ricky?" Peggy asked, swinging her head about to glance at her son.
Carolyn pointed. "See?"
Peggy's breath caught in her throat. Her son had a hard-on. It was pressing against his jeans, long and hard. She could see the size of it, and she was surprised. The car wobbled, and she looked ahead, but just as quickly she turned to look at his protruding cock again. Carolyn was gazing at it, too, her blue eyes sparkling, a smile on her sweet mouth.
"I wonder what Ricky is dreaming about," Carolyn said. "Must be a wild dream, huh, Mother?"
"You shouldn't look at your brother that way," Peggy, said, wanting to stare at him. "He can't help it when he's asleep."
"I like it," Carolyn said unexpectedly.
"Carolyn!" Peggy gasped.
"Well, I do," Carolyn replied, pouting cutely. "I bet he plays with it a lot, don't you, Mother?"
"God, where did I ever get such a daughter?" Peggy asked, rolling her eyes.
"Same place you got a son, I'd say," Carolyn replied, laughing softly. "I'd think you'd know at your age, Mother."
"Pull your dress down," Peggy said. "What if your brother woke up and saw you that way?"
"I don't care," Carolyn said. "It's so damned hot in here, I wish I could take my clothes off."
Peggy wished the same thing, but for a different reason. "It will be very cool in just a little while."
"Are we going to stop for the night?" Carolyn asked.
"It would be best," Peggy replied. "We've got a long ways to go, and I hate driving in the darkness."
"Do I get a room by myself this time?" Carolyn asked.
"Of course not," Peggy smiled. "You're still a little girl, you know. You can sleep in the same room with us."
"But Ricky might see me."
"I think your brother has seen you enough. It's for sure he'd see you if you don't push your dress down."
"Aw, I don't care," Carolyn said, leaning back again, lifting one long leg and propping her foot on the back of the front seat. "I don't care if he does see me."
Peggy fell silent. Her cunt was steaming. She had been close to orgasm when her daughter woke up, and her clit was still throbbing. But she could do nothing unless Carolyn went back to sleep. And it didn't look as if she was.