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Her son knew no girls that she was aware of. Neil was the kind of boy who stayed by himself, a loner. There was nothing wrong with him-he just preferred being alone. Although the panties were the size Peggy would probably wear, it was impossible to believe Peggy had given those panties to her son. It was just as impossible to think her son and the exquisite creature were involved in erotic games.

Before she fell asleep, Marcy decided she would find out just what the hell was going on.

She prepared her son's breakfast the next morning after dressing for work. While he ate, she went in to straighten his bed as she always did. The panties were nowhere to be seen. For a moment she thought about searching his drawers, but Marcy was not a snoop. If he had hidden them, she wasn't going to search.

Returning to the table, she drank her coffee and chatted with Neil, asking about his plans for the day. They talked a little longer and then she asked, "Do you and Peggy get along all right, honey?"

"Sure, Mom," he replied. "Peggy is neat."

"Would you like someone else to stay with you sometimes, maybe an older woman?"

Neil's eyes seemed to cloud with fear. He shook his head vigorously. "No ... I want Peggy!"

"Well, we can talk about it this evening," she said, kissing his cheek as the soft rapping sounded on the front door. "I've got to run-I'm going to be late for work."

She let Peggy in, searching that sweet, innocent face, but found nothing suspicious. Peggy was dressed in a becoming peasant outfit, a flaring skirt and puffy-sleeved blouse. Her blonde hair, as always, was in a tight ponytail. She looked, again as always, like some pretty pre-teen. There was no hard erotic expression-just a sweet, becoming prettiness.

Giving quick instructions, Marcy left for work.

At noon, her mind was still on the panties and what might be going on at her home between Peggy and Neil. Pleading a headache, she drove home shortly after noon, parking down the street. Feeling like a criminal, Marcy walked down the alley until she came to her house. Entering the small gate into the back yard, she passed through the grape arbor, the barbecue area and she walked up to the patio doors and looked into the house.

Peggy was sitting on one end of the couch, watching Neil. In Neil's hands were a pair of panties-a different pair. The girl was watching Neil with interest as he played with the panties, holding them up and looking at them, feeling of the crotch, stretching them.

Marcy had arrived right at the beginning.

There was no doubting Peggy's excitement now, Marcy noted. The young girl watched Neil closely, her pouting lips parted slightly. Neil drew the panties to his face, rubbing the crotch over his lips while he rubbed the front of his pants. Marcy watched with interest, finding herself becoming aroused.

"Put them in your mouth, Neil," Marcy heard Peggy say softly. "Stick the panties in your mouth like before."

Neil stuffed the crotch of the panties into his mouth and it looked as if he was sucking on them. He kept rubbing at the front of his pants, increasing the friction. Marcy could hardly believe what she was seeing and she found it all very exciting.

"You like my panties, Neil?" Peggy asked in a whispery, quivering voice. "Do you really like to put them in your mouth and play with yourself?"

Marcy saw her son nod, still sucking at the crotch of the girl's panties.

"Remember your promise, Neil," Peggy said. "You promised I could watch you today. If you don't keep your promise I won't ever let you play with my panties again."

"You can watch," March heard her son reply.

"When are you gonna do it?" Peggy asked, her eyes big and luminous. "I'm getting awfully excited now, you know."

"In a minute," Neil said. "But you gotta let me watch you put them on again after."

"Okay, you can watch this time," Peggy agreed, her voice sounding very young. "Now do it for me."

Marcy held her breath as her son opened his pants. His fished his cock out and she stared at it with excited wonder. It wasn't large, but it was quite long and very hard, the head swollen into a smoothness that surprised Marcy. Peggy gave a soft squeal as she leaned forward a little, her blue eyes on fire as she gazed at Neil's cock.

"Do it now, Neil!" Peggy urged, her voice-oddly husky. "Do it right now! I wanna see you do it!"

Marcy watched her son wrap the crotch of the panties about the head of his cock, the rest of the nylon on the shaft. He gripped his cock with his right fist and began to pump up and down.

Peggy kept herself well covered up. Even when she drew her knees up onto the couch the hem of her skirt covered her legs completely.

Neil jerked up and down on his cock, leaning back on the arm of the couch. Marcy watched his expression, seeing her son's face contort with pleasure. It was obvious he enjoyed Peggy watching him, and it was just as obvious that Peggy enjoyed seeing him jack off.

Marcy felt a burning sensation between her legs and her cunt became wet. Her clitoris had become swollen and the tip pressed against the crotch of her own panties. The cheeks of her ass clenched as the hair-rimmed lips of her cunt turned puffy. Her nipples thrust out inside her bra and she had the insane desire to tear it off. Her excitement was difficult for her to understand. Seeing her son's cock, with those nylon panties wrapped around it, his fist pumping faster and faster, caused Marcy's stomach to tighten, as if she were about to climax.

The interest shown by Peggy excited Marcy, too. The little girl was watching very intently with those blue eyes. Her chin rested on her knees and her lips were still parted slightly, the pink tip of her tongue licking out frequently as if her lips were very dry. Marcy saw the little girl's body shaking with voyeuristic ecstasy. Her blue eyes gleamed as if they were on fire. Marcy could not understand how the girl could just sit there watching. She wanted to grasp her son's cock and jack it for him!

"Are you gonna come in my panties?" Peggy asked in a voice loaded with passion. "Are you gonna shoot your come in my panties, Neil?"

"Yeah!" Marcy heard him reply, his fist beating furiously now.

The sounds of his excited gasps came to Marcy, who was now leaning against the house because her legs were so weak. Her cunt puffed in the crotch of her panties and she was dripping so much, the crotch was soaked, her inner thighs slippery with her juices. She found herself anxious to see his cock squirt-as anxious as Peggy seemed to be. She strained her eyes to watch. The head of her son's cock was molded by the panties, outlined while his fist pounded in an ever-quickening frenzy. He was arching his ass up now, his body stiff.

"Uh ... uh ... uh!" Neil grunted.

"Do it!" Peggy hissed. "Do it ... do it! I wanna see you come, Neil! Do it ... right in my parities!"

"I am! Damn it, I am!" Neil shouted.

Marcy was disappointed that she could not see his come juice spurt from the head of his cock, His body trembled as he groaned happily, his fist gripping hard. Peggy was making gurgling sounds, as if she were strangling or choking. Marcy noticed the girl was digging hard into one of her small tits. Her blue eyes flared with heat, gleaming like Marcy had never seen before.

Nell's body slumped and his ragged breathing slowed. The panties remained around his cock when his hand fell away. Marcy Could now see that the crotch of Peggy's panties was thoroughly soaked by his come juice and she was surprised at the amount. Perhaps a boy came more than a man, she thought. The volume of her son's come juice excited her as much as watching him jack off.

She was trembling to feel his come juice, to test the consistency, to run her fingers through, feel it on her body, to-taste it!

"Let me have my panties," she heard Peggy say, holding her small hand out.

"You said I could watch you put them on, Peggy," Neil reminded the girl.

"You can watch," Peggy replied.

Marcy-and her son-watched as Peggy took her panties, the crotch soaked with his come juice. The little girl got off the couch and stood up, stepping into her panties. Peggy pulled them up her legs, and when she slipped them up her thighs, her dress came up, revealing the most exquisitely shaped thighs of the smoothest-looking flesh Marcy had ever seen.

Snapping her panties about her small hips, Peggy lifted her skirt high, holding it at her chin, smiling at Neil. She showed no embarrassment or shyness at all. The wet crotch clung to her pussy, and she ran her hand down and between her thighs, cupping the come-wet crotch against her cunt. She wiggled her small, rounded ass in pleasure, giggling.

"It feels good," the girl said. "I really like the feel of your come in my panties, Neil."

Marcy had seen enough. She couldn't stand there any longer. Not only was she weak in the knees, but her pulse was pounding crazily, her cunt fluttering as if she would come. She retraced her steps to the alley and back to her car. She sat behind the wheel for a long time, thinking of what she had seen.

Never would she have suspected Peggy, let alone her son, of playing such erotic games! But she could not deny what she had seen, nor the effect it had on her. Her cunt bubbled with heat and her tits felt as if they would burst.

Leaning her head back on the seat of the car, her eyes closed, she relived the scene of her son and Peggy. Her flesh was hot, flushed with sexual excitement. She parted her knees and moved her skirt up past them. When her fingers touched her legs, it felt as if she had shoved her hands into a fire. Never had she felt so aroused, so desperately in need of a cock.

Marcy twisted her ass on the seat of the car, making soft moans of desire. She began to fantasize, drawing up mental images of her son, his cock. Her cunt twitched and it felt almost as if a cock was spreading her cunt lips, penetrating her pussy.

Her hands slipped along her inner thighs, caressing and feeling the softness of her flesh. It had been many years since Marcy had fondled her own body. She no longer thought of where she was, parked at the curb, the mid-day sun scalding her legs as she drew her skirt higher. The only thing she thought about was Neil's cock, his fist pumping on it, the crotch of Peggy's panties being soaked as he came, the come juice gushing from his piss-hole, the way Peggy watched so hungrily, then putting them on and cupping her cunt tightly.

Marcy drew her right hand up her thigh slowly, her nails barely touching her flesh. She rubbed lightly up and down the crotch of her panties, feeling the heat of her cunt through them. She shivered, imagining her finger was her son's cock. She pressed at her cunt hard, moaning softly.

Her finger shoved the crotch of her panties into her pussy and Marcy gave a soft squeal as a sensation of ecstasy shot through her. Removing her finger from her cunt, she pulled her panties to one side, stroking along one puffy cunt lip, then rubbing lightly at her distended clitoris. The more she rubbed, the more excited she became.

Marcy slipped her finger tip between her pussylips, dipping into the wet, fiery slit. A moan came from her as she pressed her finger in deeper and deeper. She had not had a cock in her cunt for years and her cunt felt very tight as she thrust the finger in deep, her knuckles pressing against the lips. Twisting her ass about, she began to finger-fuck herself, her head on the seat back eyes closed, her lips parted as she gasped in pleasure. She spread her knees wide, trying to shove all her fingers up her slippery cunt.

Plunging her fingers in and out of her cunt frantically now, she began to whisper to herself. "Fuck me! Ohhh, fuck me good! Fuck ... fuck! Ahhh, give me that cock! Stuff my hot pussy with hard cock! Fuck me hard ... make me come! Ohhh, I want to come so much! Fuck my pussy!"

When her orgasm struck, it came on like a bolt of lightning, shattering her whirling mind with boiling ecstasy. As her cunt closed tightly about her fingers, Marcy cried softly, "Fuck me, Neil!"