Peggy knew he had seen the wall now.
She almost giggled again. She wondered what he was thinking. He knew, of course, that she had been in his bathroom, had cleaned the wall, but he didn't know who had done it.
Before she could stop herself, Peggy stood and turned her ass to the wall. She pressed her ass against it, and leaned over. She felt her cunt against the hole, knowing her son could see it easily. She leaned over, her hands on her knees, her cunt against the hale, waiting breathlessly, wondering if her son would get the nerve to touch her cunt.
Joey saw his mother's cunt, saw the wet cunt lips and curly hair. He stared hotly, knowing she had cleaned the wall. That meant, he thought, his mother knew what he had been doing. Then he realized the hole had been enlarged. For a moment he hesitated, then realized if his mother was pressing her cunt there, she wanted him to do something with it, maybe… fuck her.
Peggy, waiting eagerly, wanted her son to feel her pussy, to touch it with his fingers.
She felt a hot hardness pressing at the lips of her cunt, and she couldn't hold back a soft whimper. It had never felt this way with her ex-husband, she realized. But then she had not shoved her cunt to a hole in the wall for him, either.
Peggy's eyes popped wide open, a gasp bursting from her.
Something was sliding into her cunt, and it was bigger than a finger.
For a moment she almost jerked her cunt away, then she stopped herself.
Joey was fucking his cock into her cunt!
She couldn't stop the soft cry, and although she knew her son could hear her, she didn't even try. His cock spread the lips of her cunt, going deeper, slowly, as if he were afraid she would jerk away. But Peggy didn't jerk away. She pressed her cunt harder at the hole, sucking in hot hisses of air as she felt her son's cock fucking deeper and deeper into her cunt. The stretch big of her pussy lips felt much different than when she had fucked her ex-husband. There was something more exciting about this, about her son fucking his cock into her pussy.