But as she started to leave, she saw the dim light once more on the patio. She crept through the gate with a heart beating wildly. The drapes, she noticed, were drawn. Then she saw about four inches of space had been left. With quickening pulse, she peeked into the room.

"Oh!" she gasped softly.

The boy was there, and so was his mother. Honey trembled as she peeked in. The boy was actually playing with his mother's naked titties! Honey could not believe this; but she was seeing it. Impossible!

The boy's cock was out of his pants, standing up very hard. But his mother was not touching it. She was kissing her son, kissing him hotly. As Honey watched, the woman's hand finally brushed down her son's body and took hold of his cock. She stroked her son's cock, jacking him, as he twisted and pulled at his mother's nipples.

Honey's cunt began to throb hotly as she peeked in. She was standing uptight, but her legs were wobbly. She was transfixed, rooted there unable to move. She could not even squat down as she usually did. Her excitement was so great all she could do was stare.

"Suck my titties, honey!"

Honey jumped at the sound. It had been unexpected. For the first time she noticed that the glass doors were open, and she could hear them clearly. Her excitement raced through her slender body by leaps and bounds. Her ass cheeks clenched tightly as she saw the boy lean over and start sucking on his mother's tits. He went from one nipple to the other, squeezing at a tit as he sucked the other. His cock throbbed, and Honey was sure it was dripping at the piss hole.

Both her hands were cupping and squeezing at her own tits as she stood staring, her eyes hot and glassy. Her cunt twitched and burned, but she didn't lower a hand to feel it. She was unaware that her hips were moving, grinding as though she were being fucked.