Kathy Andrews - Eat out with mom

Peggy was furious.

She was mad, angry, very pissed.

Stomping around her room, she flung a pillow against the far wall, knocking a picture to the floor, and she didn't care if it shattered into a zillion pieces.

All these years and she never knew. A sister a baby sister she had no idea she had.

A baby sister coming to stay with them. No, to live with them!

To live with her and Tommy for years and years and years! It would be as if a stranger walked into their home and stayed put.

The call had come the day before, telling Peggy of the death of her parents, along with the information that she was the beneficiary of their estate, divided evenly between her and this baby sister. The money would certainly come in handy, but what in the world would she do with a baby sister? A girl hardly in her teens.

The longstanding animosity between her and her parents, had happened fifteen years ago

Peggy had allowed a boy she liked very much to slip her panties off, to fondle her. She had become very aroused, and by the time the boy had put her hand on his cock, she was wanting it almost desperately. She had never been so aroused in her life.

When the boy had spread her young body out on the back seat of the car, she had lain there passively, breathing hard. Her young cunt had been vibrating so deliciously that she couldn't stand it. She had to feel his cock inside her virgin cunt, fucking her.

She had given in, and the results of her mindless night of passion on the back seat of a car was her son, Tommy.

It was also the beginning of her break with her parents.

She was no longer welcome in the home she had grown up in, and neither was her son. She had moved out, taking only her clothing and what little savings she had from babysitting jobs. With very little money and a baby, she had ridden a crowded, stinking bus over a hundred miles to a new town and a new life.

It had been hard on her, very hard, but she worked hard, endured with a bulldog like tenacity, and with sheer grit, had overcome her poverty situation until now she and Tommy were somewhat comfortable, owning her own home and a reasonably new car and Tommy had friends.

And now, a baby sister!

As crazy as it seemed, Peggy had gotten herself fucked once in her life, and only once. She had lived that wild night on the back seat of the car many, many times, straining her cunt onto her fingers and come with hot waves of sweet ecstasy. Her fingers satisfied her, but only to some small degree. Her fingers would never be a satisfactory substitute for a hard, hot, thick cock.

Thirty years old, and only fucked once.

It was worse than being an old maid at thirty years old. At least an old maid didn't know what she had been missing. Peggy knew what she had been missing all this time.

Cock was available. Being one of the more beautiful women in the town, Peggy certainly had offers. Men, single and married, sniffed around her, flirting, teasing, doing all they could to fuck her. Peggy saw trouble in every one of them. Not one of them was interested in a commitment to a woman, regardless of how beautiful she was.

She dressed modestly, in an attempt to keep those men away. She chose her dresses with care, and never bought anything revealing or too tight. She knew the people in town thought she was strange, and some even whispered that she was a lesbian.

Now with a baby sister coming to stay, the rumors would surely take off like wild fire, she knew. No one would ever believe it was her sister. Why, her sister was two years younger than her own son!

And she was arriving tomorrow.

Peggy couldn't even remember her sister's name. She had heard it once on the phone from the attorney, but now couldn't remember it.

And, if a baby sister wasn't enough, she had just found out that Tommy had his eye on her, just like the men in town.

She had caught him a week ago frying to peek at her as she bathed, sneaking to the door and pushing it open to look in as she relaxed in her tub. She had seen him looking at her, and she had been so surprised that she couldn't move for a few moments, giving her son a very long look at her tits. When she did move, she wrapped her arms about her tits and screamed at him to get out.

Then, two nights ago, she had found a pair of her panties beneath his pillow. The crotch had been wet, and she knew immediately why he had taken them. He had used them to jack off on, coming on the crotch. She had been unable to confront her son about it, and she had a difficult time looking into Tommy's eyes all day. He knew that she had found them, too, but he didn't say anything.

And then, just last night

Peggy picked up the pillows and smoothed them out on her bed, her features softening somewhat as she sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded in her lap.

Last night, she had done something she should have been ashamed of, but wasn't.

Tommy had been lying on his back in the middle of the floor, and she had stepped over him to change the channels on the television. She could have stepped around him, but she had stepped right over his head. Not only that, but she had stayed that way for a while, knowing that her son was looking up her dress, between her legs, gazing at the crotch of her panties. She had seen his cock bulge in his jeans as she stood there, and Peggy had almost come.

She was shaking and nervous by the time she sat back down, and she couldn't concentrate on the television program. Her son had not moved, and she could see his hard-on in his pants, but he didn't glance at her at all.

Why had she stepped over his head and let him look up her dress, Peggy couldn't understand. Perhaps it was knowing that he was using her panties in order to jack off, or maybe it was due to her own longsuffering frustration. For a woman who had been fucked only once in her life, Peggy had some wild, erotic hungers that were becoming very hard to control.

Last night, alone in her bed, Peggy had given herself half a dozen orgasms with her fingers, the most she had ever experienced. And in her mind she had fantasized about her son, about his cock straining inside his pants.

She didn't think he was fucking some little girl. She wasn't sure Tommy knew any girls, at least close enough to fuck them. He was a loner, staying away from most of the boys and girls, and she felt it was due to her rumored reputation. Obviously he had heard snide comments about her, if not from boys and girls at school, then from some man he passed on the street. She had seen him come home filled with fury with his shirt torn. She had finally gotten it out of him that he had been fighting for her, protecting her with his fists against those cruel, harsh words.

She stood, looking at her reflection in the mirror. If she was a lesbian, she said to herself, then she was the most beautiful one she had ever heard about.

Peggy had rich, dark brown hair, with an oval shaped face and wide set eyes of sparkling green. Her complexion was a light olive color, and her skin satiny to the touch. She had firm tits. Her stomach was flat and her waist small.

There was nothing wrong with her looks at all.

She was lovely and desirable, even through the icy gleam in her eyes when a man made a pass at her. She grinned at her reflection, saying in her mind, If they only knew what I was really like, really wanted, they'd be lined up outside the door, day and night, weeks on end.

A bitch in heat.

The phrase slipped into her mind, and she knew it was true. She was in heat, a deep heat.

And no one to cool the fire between her thighs.

Unless Peggy shrugged away from the mirror.

She stood near the bed, eyes closed, seeing her son's cock bulge in his pants last night. The steamy wetness in her cunt kept tormenting her, torturing her, until, she was certain she would lose her mind. She wanted to tear her clothing off and stuff everything she could find up her cunt. To fuck herself insane.