Peg added another finger to the one already in her pussy. Now she could stretch the satin sheath of her cunt. And she moved her fingers in and out like a short cock.
"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh," she moaned in a crescendo of lust.
And it was those sounds that greeted Ben as he walked up the driveway. Of course, he knew immediately what the sounds were. But he assumed that his mother was getting fucked, rather than jerking off.
But after being caught with his pants off and gism shining on his prick the night before, Ben was saddened rather than excited by his mother's sounds of passion. Since he thought she was getting fucked, Ben felt bad that his mother had sent him off to school and was letting men stay with her. And his mother's fucking made his virginity weigh more heavily on his shoulders.
Ben didn't know what to do. It would be awkward far him to show up unexpectedly early in the morning while his mother had a man in bed.
But he was tired and depressed. He thought it would be a good idea to hide out on the back porch for a while. There was a couch out there, and he might even get some sleep. Then, when his mother sent her lover away, he would go in and tell her what happened.
But Ben wasn't out on the porch long before the continuing cries of passion caused his prick to stiffen. All he had gone through the night before, and staying up all night hitchhiking, wasn't enough to make him immune to the sexy sounds of his mother's moans.
The porch he was in was enclosed, with windows on three sides. As Ben looked in the directions of the sounds of sex, he realized that he might be able to see out of the porch window and into his mother's bedroom window.
That was enough to get the boy onto his feet. Keeping in the shadows, he peered through the porch window, and into his mother's room.
At first he couldn't see a thing. There was a screen on each window, and there was only the morning sunlight lighting his mother's room.
But before long, Ben's eyes adjusted. He began to be able to make out the shape of his mother's bed. The bed was situated so he could see most of it. Only the very top was hidden, so he couldn't see the faces of the people in it.
But although Ben had a fairly good view now, he couldn't see two people fucking. Yet the sounds were still coming, and they were getting louder.
"Ohhhhhhh, owwwwwww, ahhhhhhh," his mother moaned desperately.
Ben's prick was throbbing in his pants. But the more he stared, the more it looked as though there was only one person in that bed.
He could make out the shape of spread legs beneath her sheet. And where his mother's crotch should be, the sheet was happing and shaking. Suddenly, Ben's face went white. He realized what he was seeing.
His mother was jerking off, Ben realized. And after the fun with Barb the night before, he could clearly visualize what was going on under that sheet. He could imagine his mother's finger in her cunt, wiggling her clit.
Ben felt good that his mother was resorting to the same sort of sexual release that he depended on. He wasn't the only one who jerked off in bed. And the thought that his mother shared that vice was exciting.
But now Ben was eager to get a better look.
There was a tall bush reaching up to his mother's window, and Ben thought it would give him enough cover so he could peer right into the window. He left the porch and crept to the bush. When he was in its dense leaves, he could hear his mother's cries louder than ever.
This was almost as exciting as fingering Barb the night before. And this also had an element of risk. After being caught with his pants down the night before, Ben hated to think of his mother seeing him peeking through the window.
But he couldn't help himself.
Raising his head among the branches of the thick bush, Ben looked into his mother's room.
The sight that met his eyes made the risk worthwhile. He didn't even notice the scratches he was getting on his face from the bush. Although the bush rustled with his movements, the sexy moans coming from the window hid all other sounds.
Ben's eyes bulged as he saw his mother writhing in self-induced ecstasy. He never would have dreamed of a woman sucking on her own tit. He knew his mother had huge jugs, but he never thought that she could reach her mouth with them.
"Eeeeeaaaaa," Peg cried.
Her hips were leaping from the bed now. The tit that she wasn't sucking on had emerged from beneath the sheet and was doing a lively dance as she shook.
Ben knew that he was witnessing his mother in the grip of an orgasm. It was a sight he would never forget.
But Ben wasn't going to be a mere spectator. He was going to take advantage of this incredibly lucky opportunity to jerk off, too.
He pulled his hard prick from his pants and began stroking it. With the sight of his mother's wild masturbation, Ben's passion flowed. He could already feel his gism gathering at the base of his cock.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Peg screamed.
Ben knew that this was it. His mother had hit her climax. Her body gave a few more heaves, then became still.
But the show wasn't over. In fact, the best was yet to come. For what boy had ever seen his mother pull her hand from her cunt after jerking off and lick the cunt-juice from her fingers? But that's what Peg did while her son looked on.
As Peg licked the last of her cum from her fingers, Ben began to fire spurts of gism at the side of the house. This orgasm was almost as good as the one Barb had given him the night before.
Even when his gism was spent, Ben remained at the window. He knew there would be a first act to this performance. His mother would have to get out of bed eventually. And he wasn't going to miss a chance to see her naked body. He'd often wondered how she would look without her clothes on.
But Peg didn't get up right away. She stretched. She smoothed the sheet over her body. It was obvious that she was in no hurry.
But neither was Ben. He was finally rewarded for his patience. Without warning, Peg flung the sheet off her. Ben saw her big tits on her chest, sagging to the sides slightly. He could see her cunt, too, but he was too far away to discern the crack through her thick, black hair. But he could see that her mound was plump and he knew how soft it would feel against his hand.
Then Peg swung her feet to the floor and stood up. Her tits quivered as they fell into place. Ben lowered himself in the bushes so his mother wouldn't see him as she walked across the room.
Ben hoped she wouldn't cover herself, she didn't. She strolled back and forth, putting away the clothes she had left lying around the night before. And Ben saw every angle of her body – her quivering ass, the bouncing tits hanging from her chest, and, his favorite, the nest of cuntal hair as it peeked out from under her ass as she bent down to pick up a pair of underpants from the floor.
By the time Peg left the room and her son's sight, Ben was ready to jerk off again, but he decided to save it. He wanted to tell his mother what had happened. It wouldn't be easy, and he wanted to get it over with.
Ben went into the house. His mother was in the bathroom, and the shower could be heard.
Ben paced back and forth. He was trapped between horny excitement and the fear of what his mother would say about his being expelled. But he couldn't stop thinking of what he had just seen through her window.
Ben waited at the kitchen table. When he heard the bathroom door open, he called to his mother.
"Ben? What are you doing home?" she called back to him.
He heard her scurrying to get a robe. Then she came into the kitchen.
Ben wasn't prepared for the surge of lust that he felt when he saw his mother. He didn't know that once he had seen her in the throes of jerking oft the sight of her would be very arousing. His prick pressed against the material of his pants and his heart pounded.