shocked horror. She had never seen anything like the spectacle in her life. The fucking images stayed indelibly impressed in her mind as Margaret closed her eyes to fight out the feeling of fainting on the spot. She had seen a girl bending over with her hands braced on a couch with her asscheeks stuck back up against a naked man's pelvis. Margaret's whole body shuddered at the thought and her heart pounded wildly from the nerve-electrifying realization of what was happening. A confusion of thoughts whirled through her mind as, in spite of her shock, she felt physically an excitement from what she had momentarily witnessed. She had looked in on two people engaged in the private act of fucking, an act she herself had never seen before. She knew that she had to leave the cocktail lounge right then, but she didn't move from where she stood. Her cunt tingled deliciously from the thought of being vicariously involved in the obscene act going on the other side of the curtain, and with a trembling hand, reached out again to part the drape. Margaret had forgotten about her search for her son in the excitement of the moment and when she glanced then through the curtain and beyond the half-open door, the realization of who the man was fucking this beautiful redhead hit her!
The girl's moan was muffled slightly as her face was pressing into the couch and the man standing behind her had his huge prick sunk all the way up into her, his pelvis tight against the girl's white grinding asscheeks. Margaret hadn't noticed the man's face before, as she had only made a narrow opening in the curtain, but as she moved her eyes closer to the peephole, she had made, she saw that the man was Brett, her son! She was watching her own son furiously fucking with some girl!
Margaret's mind was filled with delirious emotions. She knew she shouldn't be watching the fuck act, but she also, for some strange unknown reason, wanted to watch it! Her pussy was stirred to an excitement she knew was wrong, but she couldn't resist the feeling either. For an instant, she glanced back into the bar from the fear that someone might be watching her in the act of peeking in on the obscene fuck act in the office. But the bar was empty and quiet and Margaret turned her attention back to Brett.
Now her son was standing still, but the girl was whimpering quietly as if in pain. Then, Brett began to draw his long, thick fuckstick from the depths of the girl's belly and Margaret stared as the girl seemed to raise her asscheeks up to it just as Brett shoved his pecker back inside her trembling cunt.
“Ooooohhh, shit, shit, shit! Fuck me! Fuck me!” the girl screamed and Margaret felt excited by the lewd words the girl was shrieking wildly.
“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me good! Fuck me! Tear my cunt open, you motherfucker!”
The girl was like a wild beast at the end of Brett's fucking prick, and Margaret felt her body shaking from the sheer thrill of the screw she was watching. The air in the cocktail lounge seemed warm and muggy and Margaret was perspiring as she drew in heavy deep breaths. She felt a tremendous guilt sensation but she couldn't tear herself away from the furious fuck scene going on in front of her. It was as if she was seeing her own loving son for the first time and it made her cunt come to life. She could see the deeply muscled cheeks of his asscheeks tightening and loosening as he rammed his long, erect prick in and out of the passionate young girl's twat. His thighs were taut from the effort he was expending and although Margaret couldn't see his eyes, she imagined how sadistic they must look. The girl he was fucking was completely at his mercy.
Margaret was suddenly aware of her own twat reaction to the lewd fuck session as she felt the moisture forming between the pussy lips. Her clitty was tingling with thrilling sensations and she could feel the nipples on her titties harden against the soft material of her bra. Every inch of her skin seemed alive and writhing with sexual stimulation, while her eyes were popping wide from the excitement of the fucking before her.
Margaret ran her tongue wetly over her sensuously red lips as she stared at the driving cudgel of hardened cock flesh that protruded from the bush of Brett's dong hair. His fuckstick was long and thick, the big veins purple and swollen with blood, and the stretched skin was glistening with the lubricating juices of the girl's red-haired cunt. Brett was ramming his hard whang into the girl's young flooding pussy with tremendous force and the girl, who looked barely twenty, reached up between her legs to caress his bloated balls. Margaret had never imagined his prick would be so gigantic and she was astonished that it could slide so easily into the young girl's cunny. The girl was mumbling obscene words at Brett and Margaret became even more excited than she could ever remember having been before.
The girl and Brett were so close to her, Margaret felt as though she were part of the fuck scene. She could clearly hear the slamming, slapping sound of Brett's pelvis against the cheeks of round, young, quivering flesh he held open. The girl was looking back between her legs at his driving prick while she fondled his balls like she would milk out all the juices they contained. Margaret could not resist the tremendous urge that overcame her body and her senses. She just had to touch her own pussy to feel the flesh down between her legs that was hot and soaking wet too.
Keeping her eye close to the slight opening in the curtain, Brett's mother ran her hands slowly down across the short blue linen dress that clung to her sensitive body. When she felt the naked flesh of her thighs, she ran her hands back up over her hips, raising her dress as she reached for the elastic top of the flesh-colored panties. Finding it, she rolled the filmy material down until it circled her thighs just an inch below her passion-moistened cunny. The air still seemed hot and heavy, but the uncovering of her pussy raised her excitement to even higher levels as she spread her legs apart and felt the air flow between her delicate thighs. She ran her right hand with palm flat against her sensitive skin down across the soft, dewy tangle of her black-colored twat hair and over the sloping curve of her cunt. Slowly Margaret worked her middle finger into the tight flow of her screw box parting the hair from the narrow gash until her finger made delicious contact with her hardened clit. Margaret almost groaned out loud from the pleasure of the electric sensation that bolted through her impassioned body. With her other hand, she instinctively touched her titties and she could quickly feel her heart pounding fast beneath the twin mounds of white tit flesh.
“Fill my belly with your cum! Give me all your gobby sperm! Fuck me, please!” the red-haired girl screamed, and Margaret felt the excitement of her obscene begging. Brett was ramming his pecker into the girl's hot cunt with the fury of an insane man and Margaret couldn't resist the urge to have her finger inside her own twat. She ran her own middle finger teasingly along the moist gash of hot pink flesh until she felt the damp opening to her uterus. Margaret Stover had never before been so stimulated by anything sexual and she was surprised by the ease with which she could part the pussy hair and work her finger inside the opening of her cunt. It felt so good, she wormed her finger up inside the tight walls of her twat as far as her finger could reach and she held it still for a moment to linger in the sensation. But the sight of Brett, her own son fucking the young red-haired girl was controlling her thoughts.
So she began to saw her finger in and out of her pussy in time to Brett's fucking of the girl. Then, she began to saw her finger in and out of her pussy in time to Brett, without breaking the rhythm of his prick driving into the girl's shithole. The girl let out a scream as Brett suddenly sank his finger all the way up into the tight, warm depths of her asshole.
Margaret felt a burning sensation ignite in her own belly like she had never felt before. She could almost feel the sensation the girl was feeling as Brett started ramming his finger in and out of her asshole. It was like a dream to be filled at every pore with warm flesh and Margaret wasn't surprised as she watched the girl arch her asscheeks up against the double assault as if to silently plead for more. Margaret added a second finger to the one already working in her burning, twitching pussy.
Margaret didn't quite understand what was happening to the girl, but it was apparent that the redhead was nearing some tremendous peak of pleasure that she, Margaret Stover, had never experienced in her life. She felt a juicy tinge of jealousy as she saw the tremendous pleasure the girl was getting from Brett. The girl's entire body was thrashing and bouncing on the leather couch beneath the driving force of the large prick fucking into her. She was grunting wildly and moaning as each stroke was slamming into her clasping cunt while his finger worked with equal fury in her asshole. When the girl suddenly lurched back against Brett, Margaret was startled to see her body violently erupting with great spasms as she screamed out her orgasm.
Margaret was aghast by what she was witnessing and she was so enthralled with the burning sensation in her own pussy that she wondered if the key to the experience the girl was having was Brett's finger in her asshole. Margaret was so caught up in the scene that she reached behind the smooth, round globes of her asscheeks and carefully ran her finger down the smooth, yielding cleft toward her own asshole. She continued fucking her two fingers in and out of her warm twat and just as she saw Brett begin to climax, she pressed her finger against the tight ring of flesh at the opening to her shithole. Her long fingernail pressed into the sensitive flesh and she nearly screamed aloud from the pain. It bolted through her body like a jolt of burning lightning and she was knocked back into the reality of what she was doing to herself.
