As Virginia watched, Clara dropped to her knees in front of her son and pushed the foreskin all the way back. She looked up at the grinning boy.

"Should I? Do you want me to?" she asked coyly.

"Sure, Mom. You know I like it best that way." He hunched to her face, his cock going into her open mouth, his hands on his hips. His prick was buried in her mouth.

Virginia couldn't believe her eyes. What Clara Morrison was doing to her own son was unthinkable! It was incest, perverted incest-and it was exciting, terribly exciting. A horrible thought struck her. She'd always wanted a son. Could this be why? She was certain it wasn't.

She looked down at her moving hands. It was almost as if they belonged to someone else as they pushed her panties down. The air escaped from her lungs when her fingers came back up and found her slit. They dug deep, two fingers going into her cunt while the palm of her hand rubbed abrasively.

"Virgie, Virgie, do you realize what you're doing?" she muttered, staring down at the hand between her legs. She realized, and came quickly. "Oh, God, that was good," she sighed, and continued playing with her cunt, though with less urgency.

She looked up again and stared at the mother and son in the next yard, her fingers sending deep, chilling thrills as they worked slowly back and forth between the lips of her cunt.

Chuck stood rigid, his legs bent slightly at the knees, his arms dangling loosely at his hips. Clara sucked feverishly on his distended dong.

"Suck, Mom! Suck my cock!" Chuck gasped loudly. "I'm getting close. I'm going to come. Take me all the way!"

Clara nodded her head and continued to draw on his cock. His legs wobbled, his fingers drew into claws, and a low moan oozed from his lips. Virginia knew he was coming, coming inside his own mother's mouth, and she was swallowing it. She felt weak and leaned heavily against the fence, careful not to lose her peep hole.