But if Peg wanted him to lap her snatch, he would do it.
Peg lay down with her head, at the foot of the bed. Her crotch was facing Jim, and when she spread her legs, he could, see how her juice had oozed down over her thigh where it made her flesh shine.
Jim crawled between Peg's legs like a puppy. Kissing her thighs, he worked his way up to the junction of her legs where her cunt waited for his tongue.
Jim knew how to tease, too. He spent a lot of time moving his tongue around her thighs.
"Suck me, damn it!" Peg said as she wiggled her hips impatiently.
But Jim fooled around a few seconds longer before bringing his lapping tongue to her soaking gash.
"Oooooooo," Peg groaned when she felt the strong tip of Jim's tongue enter her pussy.
Peg changed the motion of her hips from a wiggle to a gentle rocking. That way she could move the slot of her cunt in opposition to Jim's licking tongue. His tongue seemed to be moving faster with Peg's rocking.
She moved down the bed slightly in an attempt to get his tongue deeper into her.
Jim realized what she was doing, so he pushed his tongue between her inner lips, tasting the strong flavor of her hot juice.
By that time, Jim was lapping her cunt with passion. He had his arms wrapped around her thighs, his hands grabbing at her tits. His tongue was reaching into every fold and crevice of her sweet cunt.
Peg was writhing with the pleasure that Jim's tongue was giving her. Jim could look up over her stomach and enjoy the sight of her body wiggling.
Her tits rolled heavily in his hands.
Jim reached up Peg's flowing tunnel with his tongue. That elicited a lustful cry from her. Then he wiggled his tongue, and Peg went wild.
"Oooooooo, God!" she screamed.
Jim was glad that she had talked him into this lunchtime tryst.
"Make me come!" Peg squealed. "Suck my clit!"
Jim gave that little kernel a lick, and Peg yelled in ecstasy. But he didn't lick it a second time right away. He was still enjoying teasing her.
"Suck my clit!" Peg repeated in a desperate voice. "Please, Jim!"
Jim couldn't deny her any longer. But he started slowly, gently. He flicked his tongue over her love-bud. Peg lifted her hips, shoving her cunt hard against his mouth. Jim sucked her clit and its surrounding flesh between his teeth. He began sucking it as hard as he could. And all the while, he was watching Peg's face beyond her flailing tits.
"Yeeeeeaaaaaa!" she screamed.
Her body was trembling – vibrating actually. Even though Jim had lapped Peg's cunt many a time, he had never seen her so crazy with passion.
When he saw Peg reach behind her head, placing her hands on the bed and lifting her body right off the mattress, he was flabbergasted. He had to raise himself to keep his face in her cunt.
Then Peg let herself drop back onto the bed. But she hadn't stopped her wild gyrations.
"Come on! Suck me!" she hollered.
Jim didn't know what more he could do. He was already chomping on her clit and squeezing her tits.
"Okay, I'm coming!" Peg said breathlessly. "Ahhhhh!"
Jim had never seen any woman acting so crazed. He couldn't imagine the intensity of her orgasm, but it must be a great one, he thought. He kept chewing her cunt and massaging her tits.
Jim thought Peg's climax was over, but when he lifted his head he found he was wrong.
"Nooooo, don't stop!" she wailed.
Peg grabbed Jim by the hair and pulled his face back into her crotch.
"I can come again!" she gasped. "Keep sucking my cunt!"
Jim did what he could. But his jaw and tongue were aching.
Peg was shining with sweat. Her long brown hair was stuck to her wet forehead and neck. She was still bucking her hips and howling like a banshee.
Jim heard Peg's wailing rise and fall as she hit one orgasm after another. He was amazed at her sexual hunger. He kept wiggling her cunt between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
"T-that's all," Peg gasped and pushed his face from her twat.
When he lifted his face, he realized that he had never seen Peg looking so devastated.
So Jim was surprised when she lifted her knees to her chest, and held out her arms to him.
"Fuck me, quick!" she croaked.
Now Jim came alive again. This is what he'd been waiting for. Since she had sucked his prick, his gism had been under explosive pressure.
Jim covered Peg's sweaty body with his. He brought his twitching cock td her cunt and was about to guide it in when he felt her hand grab it. Then she crammed it up her cunt so furiously that Jim let out a cry of pain.
"Gee, honey," he said. "I've never seen you like this."
"Fuck me!" Peg said in reply.
Jim began sliding his cock in and out of her spasming twat. Peg met his thrusts with mighty lunges of her hips. She was soon wailing in the grip of yet another orgasm.
Being lapped to a climax was great, but Peg liked having a prick ramming into her even more. And with Jim's big cock plowing into her gash, Peg was coming with even greater force now.
It didn't take Jim long to start spewing his load. And then he began to go soft. Even after her countless orgasms, Peg felt her heart sink as Jim's prick lost its starch.
"Uh! Oh, Peg!" he gasped. "Was that all right?"
"Yeah, great," she said.
Jim rolled off her. Peg remained staring up at the ceiling.
"God, I've never seen you go so wild, baby," he said. "You really needed it, huh?"
"Yeah, and you really gave it to me," Peg said.
She smiled and stroked Jim's face. But inside, Peg was feeling differently. She didn't know why, but she wasn't satisfied. All those orgasms delivered by Jim's mouth and cock had only left her eager for more.
"I've got to get ready to head back to the office," Jim said as he hopped out of bed.
Peg lay there, listening to him taking a shower and getting dressed. She was waiting for him to leave. She would stay. Before she got dressed she would have to rub herself off. But she knew that even more orgasms wouldn't ease her passion – and she didn't know what would.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Where did you get those scratches on your face?" Peg asked her son. "I noticed them this morning."
Ben had noticed them when he looked in the mirror. It had taken him a few seconds to figure out where they had come from. Then, when he remembered he'd gotten them in the bushes outside his mother's bedroom, his prick had stiffened with the memory of what he'd seen.
Now with his mother asking him about those scratches, Ben's cock began to grow again. Although his mother was dressed now, he seemed to be able to see right though her clothes. He remembered vividly how her tits had looked sagging from her chest, and how her cunt was covered with those tight, black curls.
Peg could see her son's face reddening. What could those scratches mean, she wondered? Then she noticed the swelling in his pants.
She was puzzled. When she saw that her son's cock was getting stiff, she got very excited too. For several seconds, mother and son stood looking at each other. They were both horny and blushing at the hunger they felt for each other.
To break the awkward silence and answer his mother's question, Ben touched his face.
"I don't know where I got the scratches," he lied. "I just noticed them in the mirror."
"Well, I'm going to make dinner," Peg said. "Why don't you find something to do. And tomorrow we'll go over to the high school and get you enrolled. Try not to get expelled this time."
But Peg wanted to get Ben out of the house for a reason other than the fact that she wanted to make dinner. Actually, her horniness was getting the best of her again.
When she saw Ben's crotch bulging with his prick, she knew that she needed to ease her suffering again with self-induced ecstasy.