Peter, Paul and Mary - Sex Stories

Peter, Paul and Mary

... else?" Oh what a cheeky boy. I knew what he meant but he covered it up.

"Do you want a cup of tea?"

"Please mum, in fact, I'll make it, you go and sit on the sofa, I'll bring it through."

I left him to it and went through to the lounge and sat on the sofa. As I sat there, I had a think about the recent events. I was pretty sure he had watched me masturbate. I was pretty sure he had gawked at my camel toe from behind. I was now almost certain it was Peter watching me when I masturbated before.

I wasn't sure what I thought or how I felt. Peter was obviously viewing me as a sexual object, that came as a surprise. I had never thought of Peter sexually, but he did have a pronounced bulge that he managed to press against me. I also had a husband that seemed to have no desire to have sex with me. No, no desire to fuck me, I corrected myself.

Peter came in and put my tea beside me and then went and sat opposite. I am not entirely sure what went through my mind, I do not know what I was thinking I turned to pick up my tea, and as I turned back I realised my knees were parted. I looked across at Peter, his eyes were most certainly not on my face.

"What did you really mean Peter, earlier, when you made that quip about us all doing it."

A totally straight face, not a hint of embarrassment. "Wanking mum."

"And do you think it normal to watch someone else masturbate?"

"If the opportunity is there mum, yes."

"And what did you mean when you offered to help ...

... with things that dad didn't, or couldn't do?"

"Fucking." Jesus he had no shame this lad.

"And why would you think I might need that kind of help?"

"Because I know he rejected you last night and that you wanked yourself. Dad is stupid, no way I would have rejected you if you had been lying next to me. In fact, it wouldn't have been you making the first move mum."

He had watched me last night then. I wondered what had bought about this bravado.

"And why do you think you can talk to me like this, talk about things that are taboo within a family?"

Peter stood up and pulled his chinos and pants down, pointing a very erect penis at me. "I can help you mum. I can give you what dad won't."

His penis was about the same as his dads in every respect but one, it was hard. It was looking very hard and very ready for action.

"That would be wrong."

"You need it mum, and I don't want you to go and have an affair and then divorce dad. So, let me help."

"My god Peter that is the most bizarre excuse I have ever heard to get into my panties."

He walked over to me and lifted the hem of my skirt. "But you're not wearing panties mum."

"That is because I had chaffing from my leggings. Not because I was trying to show my everything."

Peter then did something very unexpected. He dropped to his knees and ran his tongue along my crease. I thought my body would explode. My breath caught in my throat, my buttocks lifted from the sofa and I knew that at that point I was ...