Listening to her son's heavy breathing, she twisted her hips erotically, pushing her finger into her cunt and drawing it up over her inflamed clit. She felt as if she might come, but when the feeling grew, it suddenly receded before she came. She didn't know how long she stood there, feeling herself, wiggling her hips, with her son peeking. She heard a desperate gasp from her son, and recognized the sound her ex-husband made at the time he came off.

Then her son's eye was gone.

Peggy leaned over and pecked through the enlarged hole, and saw the bathroom was empty.

She ran into her bedroom, pulling her robe on. She belted it as she entered the hall. She saw that her son was in the kitchen, making himself a bowl of cereal. Then she sneaked into his room and into his bathroom.

There, on the wall near the hole, his cock cream gleamed wetly. Her panties, she noticed, were draped on his sink. Shivering, her legs rubbery, Peggy stepped close to the wall. She ran the tip of one finger along the edge of the wetness, and with a moan, squatted down. She darted her tongue out and swirled it through the warm come juice, tasting it.

As she licked at the wall, her eyes closed, she felt powerful spasms gabbing at her cunt. Her ass jerked tightly, and she was having the third orgasm of her entire life.

Groaning with rapture, Peggy lapped in a frenzy at the come juice, licking it from the wall, finding the taste sweet. She wanted to lick the wall forever, but she was so greedy, she soon had it cleaned of come juice. Still, she squatted there, her cunt spasming tightly. She couldn't believe the feeling, the power of her orgasm. She rolled her tongue about in her mouth, taking a final lick at the wall, wishing there was more come juice for her.