Will Wanton’s

The Perverted Mother

Chapter 5: Mother, Son & Spying Eyes

This story contains :

Gender Combo's: Hetero Fm (14)

Sex Acts : fucking; oral; anal(finger); rimming

Fetishes / Other: incest (mother / son); dirty talk; exhibitionism + voyeurism (interracial); hairy vagina; spitting; watersports.

For days I thought back to that afternoon when Annette made herself participant of the perverted secret lives that I shared with my kids. I remembered how scared I was in the beginning, when my daughter’s teacher made clear to me that she knew I was a depraved, incestuous slut with, and for my own son and daughter. But when she’d ultimately made clear who and especially ‘what’ she was herself, I could see the potential of a future of which she was a part.

Annette had become a close friend of mine that day. After that incredibly wet afternoon we’ve gotten to know each other a lot better and what was especially interesting was how much our personalities resembled the other’s. We both maintained what you might say a ‘fraudulent’ personality to the outside world. At least, fraudulent in the sense that nobody REALLY knew us the way we really were. Both Annette and I had extremely perverted sexual kinks that we hadn’t shared with anybody, and had revealed to nobody, until Tony and Angelica came into play.

It was purely a coincidence that both she and I would ultimately end up in a situation where we could fully express and enjoy our hidden, depraved desires, but we knew thanks to the nature of our shared secret that we were kindred spirits; we were now soul mates of sorts. That we ended up having even more in common outside of that, such as our sense of humor, our political preferences (or lack of it), and so on, was an added bonus.

After that day we called each other on the phone a lot, and whenever we knew we were alone on both of our ends of the line, we’d tell each other the filthiest, most perverted things to arouse each other. We even challenged each other to do daring things. For instance, I dared her to wear a skirt during her classes, but no panties, and to think of hot things as her students were preoccupied. The idea behind it was to try and get her cunt wet and made it emit sexy odors so there was a definite possibility that the kids in her class would be able to smell her without knowing it was her, probably without even knowing what it was. After all, her students were in the young age range of 10-13 years old from what I gathered. Young enough not to know a lot about sex in any case.

She told me she’d done it. That she had thought of nasty, perverted things as she was sitting behind her desk while those pre-teens were busy studying. She told me that she had thought about lying naked on top of her desk with her legs spread wide as her students watched, and that she was stuffing fingers up her cunt under their watchful eyes. That she lay there, knees pulled all the way to her chest, her head raised so as to be able to see all of those kids as they watched her, and made her fingers squelch juicily in her snatch, her toes curling and making her asshole flex until she would cum squirting all over the desk. Annette told me that those thoughts made her so wet that at some point she could smell her own twat, and so she could imagine the kids would have been able to smell it as well, even if they couldn’t identify it.

Befitting the Annette I got to know, meeting this dare alone was not enough. She felt the need to add something to it. And so this delicious, horny bitch told me that without anyone seeing it, she was actually wanking her cunt behind her desk. That she made her fingers slide in and out of her hairy, greasy fuck box and had to suppress a groan and squeeze her thighs shut with her hand between them, to stop any of the kids from noticing anything. Secretly she was fantasizing about being caught, or at least that someone would be able to see that she was in the middle of doing something nobody was supposed to know about. But at the same time she knew it had better not actually happen that way. Luck wasn’t unlimited, after all.

But even this wasn’t enough for Annette, because – as she told me over the phone – she made sure her wet fingers ended up touching some of her students in seemingly innocent ways. The young kids didn’t know, but their attractive teacher purposely touched them with her cunt-sauced digits, just for the perverse hell of it. She told me that an 11-year-old boy named Joey had remarked to her that her fingers were wet, and Annette told me over the phone how that remark made a tremor of lust course through her crotch as, at the same time, she made up a lie about the reason for having wet fingers.

That sex-crazed slut to whom the education of innocent young preteens was entrusted, told me about how after class she went to the lady’s room and wanked herself to an orgasm, thinking about the filthy things she did and the filthy thoughts she had in class, right in front of a class of unsuspecting children. And as the related all of it to me over the phone we wanked ourselves to an orgasm talking about it, telling each other about the ways we were fingering our pussies.

Indeed we had become best friends. We had found in each other true soul mates. Two adult women in their thirties, a mother and a teacher, sharing with each other the secret of perverted, incestuous and pedophilic sex.

Annette’s challenge to me was I would take Angelica, my 12-year-old daughter, to a lingerie store, where I would take her into the fitting room. There I would not only try on a new set of lingerie (half cup brazier, open crotched panties, garter belt, suspenders and nylon stockings) for which I would be reimbursed by Annette, but was I to finger fuck my cunt to an orgasm while my daughter tongue fucked my shit hole, while I was actually wearing that lingerie, at that point still property of the store. And so I sat there on a bench in that fitting room, my knees pulled up to my tits, panties kept to the side, with my daughter’s tongue deeply penetrating my fucking butt while I played with my clit, until I came right over her nose. The orgasm wasn’t powerful enough for me to reach that point where I would release my bladder, I think especially because of the potentially tense situation, but I did release delicious thick white cream over her pretty face.

Satisfied, I ended up buying the lingerie. The young woman behind the counter seemed to be in her early twenties and of Mediterranean descent – Spanish, Portuguese, Greek, maybe even Moroccan, one of those countries – and looked at me kind of oddly. As if she knew something wasn’t quite right. Probably because a 12-year-old blushing girl was standing beside me with her hair slightly disheveled, and the lingerie I was buying was pretty damn whorish, especially considering I was taking this girl along with me to do this kind of shopping. But I didn’t worry. I was there to do something daring and I could handle odd glances, as long as nobody would actually know the truth.

It was a delicious looking girl, by the way; the one behind the counter. Stunningly gorgeous with a beautiful figure, relatively large breasts, tanned skin and curly, long, black hair in a pony tail. If I would ever have the chance to seduce her I would certainly like to do it, but my secrets probably wouldn’t make it the wisest move. I couldn’t afford even more people finding out.

There was also a day that we doing something exciting together, Annette and me. Nothing too kinky in comparison to what we had already been doing before, but nevertheless exciting and new for us. One day we drove to a park in a city some distance away from where we lived. On a bench we talked unashamedly about sex knowing passers by were able to hear us. Nothing about my kids, but as we giggled we openly talked about how hot we thought it was being fucked in certain positions, how “a friend” had eaten us out, and how good it felt having a finger up the ass while being eaten out. It was very exciting, and liberating somehow, to just publicly talk about sex while sitting on a park bench like that, knowing complete stranger would catch some of the words. Some of them heard us talk and had an expression that said: “what sleazy women, talking about sex this publicly. Have some decency.” Others seemed merely surprised. Most pretended to hear nothing.

The hot thing about it to me was that Annette and I made no exception. Whether it was elderly people, men or women of over 30, small children or teenagers of 16 or 17 years old; we held back for no one on our public sex talk.

But that wasn’t all. Pretending that we were lesbian friends (which wasn’t altogether far from the truth), we passionately kissed on a grass field in the sun without a care in the world. There were a lot of straight couples there, some of which seemed engaged in their own bit of romantic play, but nothing of the passionate level with which me and Annette were doing it, and for us it was totally new kissing another woman like that in public. But we enjoyed the bit of deliberate exhibitionism, and we wanted to put on a show for those not ashamed to look at us. Doing something hot that publicly was fucking great, and I knew then and there that exhibitionism was something I could add to my kinks. To do something hot, something filthy, as a complete stranger is watching and enjoying it; I got wet just thinking about it.

And so Annette and I played, and exchanged lewd dares and stories over the phone. I e-mailed photos of myself, my son and my daughter to her for keeps sake, and she would tell me how she had the photos with her as she masturbated with her fingers or her dildo. From Annette I got a photo of her 9-year-old niece and a self-written little dirty tale filled with unbelievable nasty things that she’d like to be doing to the girl as the father of the girl, Annette’s brother, was watching and jacking off. It was her biggest fantasy at this moment. Corrupting the daughter of her brother, and then getting him not only to know about it and accept it, but to enjoy watching it, and maybe even participate at some point. Annette had told me that her biggest fantasy was revealing her pedophilic nature to her own brother, and then proving it by doing filthy things with his own little girl while he watched. And she wanted to see him become a full fledged pedophile right in front of her eyes, with his own little innocent girl, so they would be a pedo pair of brother and sister. Annette had related to me that thoughts ran through her head constantly, of her and brother naked, side by side lying on a bed, with her 9-year-old niece switching constantly between sucking on her father’s pre-cum drooling cock, and eating her aunt’s oozing snatch.

Annette also told me that she couldn’t wait until she could have a go at my son, because she’d had my daughter and now wanted to have a boy. We made plans about how we’d make it happen and how it would go, because we wanted nothing about it to be ordinary. It had to be as perverted and nasty as possible. We knew who and what we were and we were beyond any shame; we’d enjoy our natures to the fullest. And the same was the case with my kids.

Tony and Angelica still seemed rather shy about everything and let make all the moves, but it was my mission to make them more assertive. To put it bluntly, to make them grab my tits, cunt and ass when they felt like it (as long as nobody else was there)

Over the course of the days after that dirty session in my living room, Annette had met my husband too. I had her come by and introduce her as a teacher of my daughter that I had become friends with. And that was all he would know: that we were friends. He didn’t know what we were up to when he wasn’t around; when he was busy with his favorite activity: his JOB.

Annette later told me in private that she felt it was a shame that my husband was such a workaholic, because she felt he was kind of cute and hunky. To be honest I was past the point of noticing, longing for someone who was just there for me rather than his work.

Anyway, Ed – which is my husband’s name – didn’t know what those two women and his own two kids were doing when he happened to be away again, and Annette and I didn’t mind that one bit. We actually fantasized together once that he would come home unexpectedly and catch me, Annette and the children in his bed, fucking and sucking.

So Annette had managed to get herself acquainted fully with my family over the course of days; a bit over a week. First as a teacher with a special message to me, coming with hopeful expectations and leaving fully satisfied, and from then on as a close friend. This way it was also a lot easier for her to be in my house without people wondering why my daughter’s teacher was over at the place so much.

I hoped we would soon have a chance to fully introduce her to my son. A naked and horny introduction, I mean of course. My son knew her longer than today, going to the same school as my daughter, although she wasn’t his teacher. I’d also already told him all about that afternoon with me, his sister and Annette, and in his own way he made clear that he wouldn’t mind it at all if the woman would become part of our little secret world. As a matter of fact, he told me he had already masturbated thinking about what it would be like to fuck her, and I told him that Annette and I would make sure he wouldn’t have to resort to masturbating, merely thinking and fantasizing about her for much longer.

But Annette’s discovery of my secret wasn’t the only surprise in store for me, and that brings me to what happened yesterday and today. I never imagined how things could get any hotter, any better, kinkier even. But I was wrong. And I discovered that at one unguarded moment between me and my son. We thought, at that point, that we were all alone, But as it turned out, we weren’t.

Not entirely.

***

Yesterday we got new neighbors from across where we live. Well, across… They moved into the house across from the back of the house, across from our backyard. The elderly couple that had lived there decided after years to move somewhere else, and I wondered who the new people would be, hoping they’d be a quiet couple, or family.

We didn’t have much contact with the elderly couple. During the summer we would greet each other with a smile when we happened to be in our backyards at the same time, seeing as our backyards were only separated by a fairly slow fence, but that’s really as far as the contact went.

While my husband had gone to work and my daughter to school, I looked out the window of my bedroom, watching the new neighbors carry their stuff into the house. I could see everything fairly well because no drapes had been put in place yet and the sun was shining brightly. I found out that the new people were black and it was a family. Father, mother and two kids, a boy and a girl. I’d find out later that the kids had about the same age as mine. The son was 14-year-old just like Tony, and the girl was 13-year-old, one year older than Angelica. The parents, who were attractive by the way, were in their thirties.

I wondered whether I would get to know these neighbors better than the old couple, considering the fact that this was a family too, with kids of about the same age as mine. Even though they lived on another street, their backyard bordered ours and in this warm weather we’d probably see each other soon in our respective backyards. The son, probably having taken the day off to help with the moving, was kicking around a soccer ball from time to time in the backyard, probably when his mother and father were taking a break.

Ed has to work late, as usual. Normally I’d probably be wondering if he wasn’t shagging his secretary, but I didn’t even care anymore. I kept myself busy with other things. Considering the fact that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself busy that way if he hadn’t spent so much time working overtime, I was even glad that he was gone so often to work late, or even be on trips days at a time. Anyway, he ended up not meeting the new neighbors.

I did, quickly. In the evening I was sitting in a chair in the yard under the evening sun, when the mother came into her own backyard to take a breather. She wouldn’t stay out long because she and her family would be busy getting everything in order, but when she noticed me sitting she came up to the fence to introduce herself. I found out her name is Laetitia, that she was 33-years-old and came from out of town. She told me her family moved here because it was closer to where her husband worked, cutting back on travelling time. He, George and 36-years-old, worked in an office of a company that organized one thing or the other, and she worked from the home, being involved with developing websites or something like that. I didn’t know anything about the type of work she told me that she and her husband did for a living so I didn’t bother asking for any details. We told each other a bit about our husbands and our kids, some everyday stuff, and got along pretty well for as far as one could tell in a few minutes. Of course our first little conversation was rather superficial so I had yet to know for sure if we’d be getting along in the long run as well.

In any case, the woman came across as sympathetic to me, with an enchanting smile, and she had this thing about her. She seemed comfortable with herself, to know who she was and want she wanted. Self confident without being arrogant about it. She was also very attractive. She had straight, black hair that reached to her shoulder blades. She wore virtually no make-up and didn’t need it. Her lips were full but not too full; looking just the right amount of succulent, and they had a color that I could only describe as being something between light brown and pink. She had dark eyes and when she smiled she displayed two rows of perfect, pearly white teeth that made a striking contrast with her milky chocolate brown skin.

She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, but didn’t seem to be wearing a bra, which I found to be interesting, considering the fact that she had fairly large breasts which dances freely and joyfully within her shirt whenever she walked. The fact that her nipples had no problem showing their size as they poked through the material only confirmed my suspicions.

After we had said goodbye for that moment, I sat back in my lawn chair and wondered I her husband, too, was stupid enough to consider his job to be more important and interesting than his wife. Because if he didn’t nail that sexy brown woman, the word “stupid” was probably an underestimation of what he really was.

***

It was just past nine in the morning. Ed and Angelica were out the door at this point but Tony still had some time because apparently his teacher for the first few hours was sick and there was apparently no replacement ready. So my boy didn’t need to be at school until at least 11. And he’d let me know it too.

Downstairs in the kitchen I had cleared the kitchen table. I put the breakfast food in the cupboard and dishes in the sink. I was wearing a morning robe and underneath that just a bra and a pair of panties, but I knew that it was about high time I got dressed. A loose skirt and a T-shirt came to mind. Something that could easily be taken out of the way when the mood would strike.

I walked up the stairs into my bedroom. The sun beamed inside as if God himself aimed a flashlight at my window. I walked to the window and looked across to the other side, to the house where our new neighbors had moved in. From what I could see they hadn’t finished unpacking because I noticed various boxes still standing both downstairs in the living room and upstairs in one of the bedrooms. I knew that peeking into the house of my neighbors was wrong but that’s probably not what people would find to be the worst thing that I did, with me being incestuous with my own kids and all. Anyway, what people don’t know won’t hurt them.

From what I could tell George, the husband, and the kids, whom I learned from their mother were called Wesley and Latoya, were already on their way as well. I could still see Laetitia scurrying around downstairs. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary since I gathered she worked from home, and the computer was probably one of the first things in their new home to be hooked up. I decided to take a few steps back anyway because line of sight works both ways. If I could see her she would be able to see me as well, and to be known by your new neighbors as a voyeur from the very start is probably not a good idea.

When I took a few steps back I suddenly noticed that my son had gotten out of bed as well, because I backed right into him. I thought about asking him what he wanted for breakfast but he made that pretty clear right away when he wrapped his arms around me from behind and putting his hands right on my tits. I closed my eyes, curled my lips into a smile and groaned sweetly. My 14-year-old son was finally taking some initiative. Without waiting for my approval he had come into my bedroom and grabbed my tits, the way I wanted him to as long as my husband wasn’t around.

“Now that’s what I call a good morning,” I moaned as I smiled, enjoying the feeling of his fingers kneading my tits and squeezing my stiff nipples as they poked through the material of my bra.

He released my mounds and pulled my robe down until it fell at my feet. I looked down at myself and saw the way my nipples were pointing stiffly into the white material of my brazier. God, I loved feeling this whorish. I hadn’t regretted anything that happened for a second, since I had discovered my son and daughter busily slurping away on each other in that bedroom.

In my bra and panties, I stood with my back against my teenage son and he pressed himself back against me from behind. I felt his crotch press against my panty-clad ass and felt this way that he was dressed in nothing but his underwear, because I could feel the naked flesh of his legs but not his prick, although I could feel he was hard from the bulge pressing into my ass.

 “Mmmmm…” I groaned as my son twisted his loins against my pantied ass. “Like that… Oh yeah… Ride my ass, baby. Grab my fucking tits, like you just did. Grab me however you want, but grab me. I’m your slut.”

Just uttering that I was my son’s slut made my twat soak and I felt myself leaking into the crotch of my panties. By the lovely twisting and turning of our hips I humped my ass back at my child. He pushed forward and so I would occasionally feel his bulge pressing between the cheeks of my ass, only my panties and his jockeys separating his teenage prick from his mother’s butt hole. We were Dry Humping like a bunch of horny, sexed up teenagers, even though what we really were was a sweet, teenage boy and his horny, perverted tramp of a mother.

“Take me… Feel me… Use your hands, honey,” I lisped, sucking saliva back through my teeth. My mouth was watering for some reason. I squirmed against the body of my son in my bra and panties in a way that would shock most people to the core.

Tony’s hands squeezed my tits and my hard nipples were caught between his fingers. I bounced my panty-clad ass backwards, and part of me wanting nothing more than to shove down my panties and my son’s underwear and take his lovely teenage penis into my cunt, and maybe even deep into my asshole. But there was something wonderful about this temporary abstention, as far as you could it such.

Like horny snakes we stood, back of mother to torso of son, coiling from lewdness in the blazing sun coming through the window, the warmth making us literally hot the way we already were hot sexually.

“Mom… You’re so beautiful… So hot…” I heard the young teenage voice of son say.

“Hot for you, baby,” I responded truthfully, relishing his words. “Craving for you. I’m wet for you. Do you hear me, Tony? My cunt is wet for you.”

“Your cunt is even better when it’s wet, mom. When I can see it glisten with juice, and when it smells hot and looks all juicy.”

“Wanna feel, sweetie? Wanna feel how juicy I am? Wanna feel how slippery and wet your mother is for you? Stick your hand inside, Tony. Stick your hand inside my panties. I want to feel your hand on my naked twat.”

As Tony held one hand on one of my tits, he let the other go down across my stomach, until his fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties. I felt his fingers slide over my hairy mound, through the moist curls of my cunt hair, over my sensitive clit and into my gash.

“Yeahhh, like that. Feel me up, baby. Feel mommy’s horny cunt. Run your fingers up and down my steaming gash, son. Over my clit and between those fat cunt lips.”

“You’re so wet, mom. So wet and so hot,” Tony panted hornily into my ear as I lay my head back onto his shoulder. “The cunt I came from. That cunt you pushed me from when I was a baby.”

“OHHH G…G…GODDDD…” I whined loudly when my 14-year-old son whispered those perverse, filthy words into my ear. “That horny, nasty CUNT that squeezed you out, son? When I had my legs spread and my feet in those stirrups 14 years ago and pushed you out of my hot, filthy, dirty CUNT SLIT? That’s why my cunt is yours, baby. Because my cunt is the first thing in the world that your body felt. OH JESSUSSSS, BABY. You make me so fucking crazy with lust. Finger me, sweetie. Stick your fingers up my cunt and wank your mother hard.”

I felt my cheeks tinge with a blistering heat and I could feel my heart pound in my neck and temples, purely from the lasciviousness that coursed through my body from head to toe. My butt twisted and turned against the crotch of my boy as the fingers of one of his hands kneaded one of my tits while the fingers of his other hand ran in and out of my sopping crevice. I looked down and watched his hand rummage around behind the crotch of my panties.

I felt his breath in my ear as he panted, while seeing stars behind my eyelids. It became harder and harder to stay upright because my knees started to buckle and my legs felt weak. I didn’t know how long I would be able to last this way. I wanted more than his fingers on my snatch, though. I wanted my child’s mouth on it, and his prick inside it. I wanted him to fuck me harder than he ever had, on the bed I shared with his father. I wanted to lie on my husband’s side of the bed and spread my legs wide for my own son, and let him fuck me there until I would cum screaming, and leaking my fuck juices to the sheet where my husband would later lay sleeping.

I opened my eyes, ready to lead my son to the bed when I noticed something that made me feel like I was paralyzed on the spot. My heart pounded like crazy and my eyes opened wide in shock, and in a fraction of a second I thought everything was over. My son apparently never noticed, as busy as he was paying attention to his mother, but I looked straight at what might have been the demise of the unity of my family.

I looked through the window, straight ahead, and through the window of the house opposite ours into what was one of the bedrooms. And my eyes looked straight into the eyes of Laetitia, my new neighbor.

Here I was, standing in nothing but a bra and panties, in the arms of my 14-year-old son, who himself was dressed in nothing but his underwear, with one of his hands on one of my tits, and the other hand inside the front of my panties, his fingers still slipping and sliding. There was no escape, no excuse convincing enough. My son looked no older than he was. Even if I was somehow capable of keeping the knowledge from her that I had a son, it didn’t change the fact that a boy who obviously was in his early teens was fingering my cunt, and it didn’t matter much beyond that whether it was my own son or some paper boy, anyway.

All of this went through my head in what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact about two seconds. Two seconds in which I stood frozen like a statue. I’d stopped breathing, and didn’t know whether the best idea was to either stay still or move. At that point I hoped there was some way that I could disappear into thin air. Some part of me wanted to believe it was just my imagination and not real. That my new neighbor hadn’t gone upstairs in her new home and discovered the secret sexual affair between me and my son. But why wouldn’t she have? Why did I think it wouldn’t have happened? Why did I automatically assume that she’d stay downstairs no matter what while I was up here letting my son get me off? Was I so outside of any logical reasoning by my lust and my son’s attentions that I had completely forgotten about the outside world?

Anyway, there was no escaping reality. My neighbor was standing there, and she really did spot us. Half naked. Squirming like horny, incestuous reptiles. The hand of my son in my panties, wanking my cunt. His hand on my tit.

Only then did it get through to me. As if my mind had been temporarily closed but now allowed the light of reality to shine through. As if I had been blind but was not able to see again. Yeah, Laetitia was standing there, and she could see me and my son. She had discovered us. I was careless and the discovery had been and unfortunate coincidence. But what dawned on me after seconds that seemed like hours, was that Laetitia did not seemed shocked or repulsed at all.

Quite the contrary. Laetitia was standing in that room, in front of her bed. From my position she was the only one that could look into my room and see us, and from her position she could probably only be seen by me and my son. And she stood there, in a white blouse… and nothing else.

And that blouse was open, fully exposing the cleavage between her brown breasts.

Underneath that she was wearing nothing.

Laetitia was watching; spying on us. She noticed that I’d discovered her watching us. But that didn’t stop her from doing what she was doing. She simply continued. Apparently she had already thought about all of this the moment she had seen us. And how long ago was that anyway? How long were my son and I standing here like this; I seemed to have lost track of time.

But what was she doing anyway? Everything seemed like a blur in my mind right now, as if it was all too much to comprehend. But slowly it dawned on me. That open blouse; those naked, brown legs standing wide apart on the ground. That hand between them. That expression on her face. Pleasure. Pure pleasure. Laetitia was finger fucking herself as she watched me and my son.

She had just moved into this neighborhood with her family, and now she was watching a white mother, half naked, getting wanked by a son of that mother. I can see what her thought process must have been. Somehow this aroused her. She knew that I would have nothing to say or complain about if would catch her spying on us, not with what I was doing. What could I possibly say? How wrong it was of her to spy on us? When I was busy getting my cunt fingered by a minor of whom she had probably already guessed that it was my son, and when I should be happy that she didn’t go straight to the authorities to turn me in? She had nothing to lose and decided to enjoy her discovery.

Just like Annette.

‘Just like Annette,’ the thought went through my head, and the shock slowly vacated my body. A smile crept onto my face. My new neighbor; that attractive black woman, wanted to watch, wanted to enjoy what she was seeing, and I was going to give her what she wanted.

I would show her what she wouldn’t dare expect. If we were going to share secrets anyway, it might as well be all of them. Let her know all of it; let her know the REAL me.

“Do you see that black woman over there across from us, Tony?” I moaned and heard my son stop breathing. His fingers stopped. Apparently he hadn’t noticed until now.

“Look at her, baby. She’s naked. She’s masturbating. That’s our new neighbor, and she wants to watch us. Let’s give her something to watch. Okay?”

As my son slowly started moving his hands again, both of us watched Laetitia in the house across from ours; Laetitia who hadn’t stopped what she was doing even for a second. She let the blouse slide from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, exposing to us her delicious looking brown tits. Her nipples were black and her areolas about two inches in diameter. The shape of her tits was perfect. She grabbed them in both hands and squeezed them tight. Only now did I notice she had a totally shaved cunt. A pink slit, with dark, fleshy labia hanging aside like long flaps. But no hair in sight.

“Finger me harder, Tony,” I groaned throatily. “Finger fuck your mother’s cunt harder while she’s watching.”

Tony’s hand flew fast and furious inside my panties. I turned my head and stuck out my tongue. My son took the hint and sucked my tongue into his mouth. Knowing that Laetitia was watching us, I fucked my son’s mouth with my tongue. My head made thrusting motions as Tony slurped the spit right off my tongue. I got hotter and hotter; I was indeed exhibitionistic. Being watched by that woman across from us gave everything another filthy, erotic dimension. I wanted to be horny, perverted, filthy, nasty with my son, not just for the pleasure of me and my son, but for Laetitia’s pleasure as well. I really did want to perform for her. If she had limits I wanted to cross them; make her see things she hadn’t thought possible. I found out that I loved being depraved while a stranger was watching, and now I had the chance.

I wished she was right here with us, in this room, so she was capable of seeing everything from up close. So she could SMELL me. God, it smelled so dirty here. If she was here she could have encouraged us; encouraged us with the voice of a stranger, of a new neighbor whom we hardly even knew, urging a mother and son on to be filthy with each other. I trembled with lust. We were going to get her to do something like that some other time; hopefully.

The tongues of me and my son fought frantically. It was no soft French kiss, but a hard, slurping, drooling kiss. My spit drooped down his chin. White strands dangled beneath our mouths and chin; descending, breaking and plopping to the floor. One of them landed on one of my tits.

“Stick your cunt-wet fingers in my fucking mouth,” I growled, wild with perverted lust. “Show that black slut on the other side that you’re tasting your own mother’s fucking juice.”

Tony retracted his hand from my panties and the waistband snapped audibly against the top of my mound. I looked across from us as I heard close by my ear how my son sucked his dripping fingers between his lips.

“Taste mommy’s snatch on your fingers,” I hissed and watched as Laetitia sucked her own digits into her mouth. I wondered how her cunt juice would taste. And suddenly I also started wondering what her asshole would look like. How it would smell, and taste. I suddenly knew that I wanted to see my son smell that asshole. Laetitia sitting on the face of my son, riding it; her brown buttocks on either side of it, running her undoubtedly pitch black shitter up and down against his nose, and his mouth, making his face smell of her fucking crack. Leaving the intoxicating scent of her shit hole on my child. OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST… In my head I watched her blast a loud fart in the face of my son, making the teenage boy inhale her rank gas.

Would she like to do more than watch?

Goddamn it… I was so horny. Only that afternoon with Annette and my daughter could compare to this.

“Fuck… I want it filthier, Tony. Nastier. More perverted. You and that black slut on the other side are driving me wild,” I yelled aloud, more to no one in particular than to my son.

The blazing sun bursting through the window had made a sheen of sweat appear on my body. It was warm, and my arousal on top of it made me feel that I was burning up.

I turned around, my panty-clad ass now pointing to our voyeur and I pressed myself up against my 14-year-old son.

“Shove your hand back into my panties. But now with my butt. I want your fingers in my crack, Tony. Rub those fingers up and down over my crack, my humid fucking ass crack. Rub them over my SHIT HOLE. I want the scent of my butt hole to be on your fingers.”

My face had turned into a grimace of pure, uncut perverted lust. My voice seemed to be growling with a voice from hell. I sounded like I needed an exorcist, and as I softly bit in my son’s shoulder, his hand slid into the back of my panties. I felt his fingers wiggle in between my globes. I lewdly rotated my ass as his fingertip trailed roughly downward across the sweaty crack of my ass, until they had reached the rubbery pucker of my shit orifice.

I knew that as I felt the fingers of my teenage son toy with the sensitive rim of my anus, Laetitia was watching intently. That she could see that my son had his fingers between my butt cheeks. That she could see those fingers go up and down behind the white, moist material of my panties.

“Take your fingers out, Tony,” I whimpered as I turned my head to see Laetitia. “Take those fingers out of my butt crack and smell them, baby. Smell your mother’s butt and her crack sweat on your fingers. Show Laetitia how much you enjoy the scent of your mother’s nasty fucking stinker.”

I look back over my shoulder to the other side, at Laetitia, and how she was watching my son pull his hand from my panties and bring his fingers to his nose, smelling them.

Laetitia’s body seemed to convulse slightly, seemingly an erotic jolt coursing through her body because of what she was watching my child do. Maybe she hadn’t expected, or hoped, that my son and I would be this perverted.

“Push my panties down, Tony,” I groaned softly, my voice quaking with excitement. “Get me naked. I want her to see everything.”

As my teenage son slowly bent through his knees he took my panties down along with him until they were lying at my feet. My ass was now naked for Laetitia’s sight. Tony took some initiative and pushed his face into my dripping crotch, loudly inhaling the odors coming from my fuck hole. He laid his hands on my buttocks to maintain balance, and kneaded them while he was at it.

“God, this is so hot. It’s driving me wild. I never dared dream that it would turn me on so much to be spied at.”

I moved my feet further apart on the ground.

“Run your fingers through my ass cleft again, son. From down between my legs. Run them up and down. Make them moist with my crack sweat and then show Laetitia how you stick them in your mouth and suck them clean. Let that horny black slut see you slurp up your mother’s ass sweat.”

Tony didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately stuck his hand between my legs, and his fingers trailed upward between my globes. I reached back and spread my own buttocks so that my crack and shitter could clearly be seen by our spying neighbor. This way she could see how my son’s fingers went up and down over my moist brown cleft; up and down across my wrinkled, fine-hair surrounded butt hole, which I constantly flexed and relaxed. I could see across how Laetitia would squeeze her brown thighs around her hand from pure arousal. I knew how hot I was making her with this filthy incestuous showing and I loved doing it.

“Stick one in, Tony,” I said, knowing what I wanted. “Stick a finger up my dirty hole. Finger fuck my ass for Laetitia. Show her how a 14-year-old boy makes his finger disappear into his own mother’s asshole.”

My son obeyed, and slowly I felt his middle fingers slide up my rectum. His finger forced my sphincter open and it slid inside, giving me the sensation of taking a shit. I could feel his finger slide in and out, and started going through my knees to move more into a crouching position. My teenage boy frigged my shit hole and I desperately wanted my black neighbor to see as much as possible of it. I didn’t only do it for me and my son but for her pleasure as well.

I watched the woman climb onto her bed, and turn around on hands and knees so her butt was pointed our way, yet she was still able to see us as she looked over her shoulder. It was as if she wanted to show to me what we were showing to her, and as a wild expression of lust took over her dark face, I watched as she slid a finger between her own ass cheeks. The distance between us was too great to see many details but I could certainly see her finger disappear into one of her holes and the place of it clearly defined that it was her asshole. So Laetitia was finger fucking her butt hole as I allowed my own butt hole to be finger fucked by my son for her viewing pleasure. I now knew for certain that I would undoubtedly get to know her a LOT better than I dared imagine only yesterday. I simply couldn’t believe that this was the most of what we would see or experience from each other. After all, at this point she wasn’t merely watching, but was willing to play along from her end as well.

And so the shitters of two women were being fingered, one by her owner's own fingers and the other by those of her son, all of it to turn each other on.

“Look at her, son,” I grunted as he twisted his finger in my shit hole, and he moved aside to be able to see the new neighbor. “Look at how our new black neighbor is finger fucking her own fucking turd pipe for us. Wouldn’t you like to lick those delicious chocolate cheeks? Wouldn’t you like to run your tongue up between them and drag it over that dirty black shit ring? Wouldn’t you like to just lick that woman from head to toe? God, I’m so fucking horny that I’d be willing to do anything to her. See you do anything to her. To watch a finger streaked with ass juices come from that crapper and to see you take it into your mouth and suck it clean. Jesus, Tony. Pull your finger from my butt and suck it clean. Suck my nasty shit juice from your finger and show her how you do it. I want her to see just how horny and nasty we are, baby. I can’t stand it any longer, I’m so fucking hot.”

Tony, my darling son, played the game willingly. He was that hot for me, and as he made everything easy for Laetitia to see, he slowly pulled his digit from my dirt pipe, covered with ass slime, and slurped his finger into his mouth, sucking the tangy bitter flavored butt oils from them.

On the other side Laetitia slid another finger into her dark rear hole, fingers from her other hand into her juicy pink groove, and floundered on the bed in heat. I imagined that she must have been cumming hard from watching such kinky, depraved, incestuous filth transpiring before her very eyes. I wondered if she herself fantasized about doing deliciously nasty things with me and my son, just as I was fantasizing about her doing things with us, and I kind of knew that she was. At this moment there was nothing I would have liked to know more than what was going through her mind and I hoped that I would get the chance to make those thoughts a reality somehow. I don’t think I would ever say no to anything she would suggest, no matter what it was. My family, with the exception of Ed, was simply too far gone in our sexual debauchery to have many taboos left to break.

It was obvious that our neighbor had finished cumming because with fingers up both holes she lay still on her bed. She wasn’t even looking our way at this point, and I thought that she had her pleasure for the time being.

But I hadn’t cum yet and I wanted to, quickly.

“On the bed, darling. You’re going to lap until I fucking piss in your face and then you can empty your balls up my cunt before you go to school. Would you like that, baby? Would you like to lick mommy until she cums pissing in your fucking face?”

I was virtually growling the words at him like a sex-hungry animal.

Tony didn’t even bother saying anything. With more self confidence than I was used to in these trysts, he pushed me back on the parental bed. He put his ends under my knees and forced my legs all the way back until they were pressing up against my tits. From my shit hole to my clit he licked me again and again, hungrily, filling his mouth with my rich, acrid flavors. He rotated his face about my hairy mothercunt until it was glistening from chin to forehead with my whitish twat sludge. It was as if my boy was worshipping my cunt, the way he was getting my secretions all over his face. With his hands spreading my labia wide open, he started tongue fucking my sucking pussy hole. Squelching noises accompanied his penetrating, thrusting tongue and I could see his nose constantly disappear into my dark, humid bush.

“Eat me, son. EAT ME UNTIL I CUM OVER YOUR FUCKING FACE. Stick that tongue as deep up your mother’s cunt as you can get it. Stick that tongue up where you came from when you were a baby.”

My toes curled as my crotch was soaking wet from juices and spit. I had both of my hands on the back of my son’s head and I pulled his face deep into my hairy sex, my tits squashed against one another between my outstretched arms. I wanted to feel my 14-year-old son’s tongue deeper than I had ever felt it before. From the corners of my eyes I could see that Laetitia was watching contentedly, lying naked, watching us on the bed. This was the final part of the show I wanted to perform for her. I wanted to show her how this hot bitch would cum as she usually did, and in the face of her very own child.

I started pinching my own clit as my son’s tongue kept disappearing between my lips. Little threads of cuntal juice stuck between my slit and my son’s lips and the corners of his mouth. The warmth spread throughout my crotch and my belly and I knew I was on the verge of climaxing. I could already feel myself losing control over my body and instinctively I made sure my new neighbor would be able to see the whole thing.

“I’m cumming, honey. I’m gonna cum all over your face. Are you ready, son? Are you ready for mommy? ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR MOTHER’S PIIIIIISSSSSSS…

AAAAAAHHHAAAAA…HAAAHHHH…” I wailed as I came hard.

Coughing and gargling, Tony pulled his face back after a heavy jet of my piss had squirted into his mouth. With my legs spread and my body flopping I came, pissing right into my 14-year-old son’s face. Through the slits of my eyes I could see Laetitia watch with wide open eyes as a yellow stream came hissing from my cunt, spraying against my teenage child.

“DRINK ME, SON,” I yelled with a high pitched, whiny voice. “Drink mommy’s piss as she cums. Please, drink that piss right from my nasty, cumming CUNT.”

With his mouth open my child caught the forceful stream as it splattered against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Some of it ran over his lips out of his mouth but I could tell he was also busy swallowing a lot of it. First my daughter had drunk my piss as her English teacher Annette was watching. And now my new neighbor Laetitia was watching as my son was gulping down my piss. Had my bladder been as full as my orgasm lasted, I would have been able to piss a bucket full, but ultimately none was coming out anymore and the rest of my climax was a contracting of my sensitive vagina.

“Lick me clean…” I panted and groaned. “Lick me clean and then fuck me hard. Lick the piss from your mother’s snatch and then pump me full of your cum.”

With long strokes my son pulled his tongue through my gash, from ass to clit, to lick me clean. Everything was soaking wet. The sheets under me, Tony’s face, and my own body from my stomach to my thighs, The room stank of filthy sex and my son ate me out deliciously under the watchful eyes of a black woman that was totally unknown to us only yesterday. All remnants of piss were licked away, even in the crack of my ass.

Finally Tony climbed on top of me, and quickly slid his hard prick into my slit. I lowered my legs somewhat and pressed my heels into his buttocks. I ordered him to spread his legs apart further so Laetitia would be able to see between them from her side, and see the actual penetrating of my steaming cunt by my son’s cock.

This way he started pumping into me. With my tits in his hands, his breath ragged, his young butt went up and down. His young, full balls slammed against my ass as his pole slide in and out of my meaty lips. I squeezed my slippery crevice against his cock as my hands trailed up and down his back, until finally I lowered them, taking his cheeks in my hands.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck your nasty mother hard,” I whimpered with almost a begging tone in my voice.  “Pound that delicious prick up my horny fuck hole. Cum inside me, baby. Cum and empty your delicious balls into your horny mother. Fuck me like I’m your whore, Tony. Fuck me like the mother-whore I am. Show that black slut across from here how you fuck your mother’s cunt like a real teenage stud.”

The sweetheart couldn’t last very long. He still hadn’t gotten much practice and with everything that had already happened this morning, the pulling and sucking force of my cunt and the filthy, begging words I was speaking to him, it didn’t take long before my son reached his peek. Fairly quickly he started breathing faster, grunting loudly and could I feel his penis swell within my pussy. His hot seed started pouring into me.

We were soaking between our legs. Sweat, piss, female juices and now male juices; all of it could be found between our thighs and our genitalia.

It was all just so perverse; filthy, wet and sticky, as usual. But now we had spectators as well. Total strangers who caught us and watched as we surrendered ourselves to secret, forbidden desires that the authorities may never become aware of.

Sex with under aged kids and incest. A mother and her two under aged children, in extraordinarily dirty sexual acts.

And now not only with a teacher knowing about it and participating, but a new neighbor. A black woman with her own family that had moved into a house bordering on our backyard, knowing about it. And who knew what that would lead to?

I wondered what would be ahead for me and my kids; how much more extended our secret sexual adventures would become. Would it remain like this? Would our circle expand like an incestuous, pedophilic, interracial oil slick?

Would Annette allow her own fantasies regarding her brother and his little daughter to come to fruition? Would they then become involved with me and my children? Would Laetitia become part of our circle, rather than watch from afar? Would I ever end up seducing that Mediterranean sales girl from the lingerie store, and if so, what would that in turn lead to?

A lot of questions to which I may one day get an answer.

The future would tell.

Read further in Chapter 6...

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