Kathy Andrews: Mom peeps on the neighbors

Susan wished she could come up with some excuse to call her son to her, bring him to her room and fuck him now.

She lifted her dress and shoved her hand into her panties, feeling about her cunt. She leaned back on the bed and spread her thighs, rubbing at her sensitive clit, her eyes closed as she fantasized about her son. She was breathing heavily, her face flushed with pleasure as she worked a finger into her cunt. The panties stretched around her hand as she finger-fucked herself this way, head back and eyes closed.

In the door stood Bobby, watching his mother.

His eyes were huge and his cock was again straining, only inside his pants now. He could see the full length of his mother's thighs, the soft, creamy inner surfaces as she held them wide apart. He gazed at her hand inside her panties, seeing it move, understanding what she was doing.

Susan brought herself to orgasm, and by the time she pulled her hand out of her panties, her son was gone, and she did not know he had watched her. But even if she had, it would have pleased her. She was wanting him to be with her, to touch her, feel her up and play with her body, finally shoving his cock up her cunt and fucking her.

And all because they had watched the naked Mary together while she jacked him off. All because of a naked girl.

Mary sunbathed almost every day, Susan knew. And she intended to watch from now on with her son, and she would jack his cock off every time they spied on Mary.

Until he was ready to fuck his mother.

The next day, Susan could hardly wait to find Mary on the patio again, and neither could her son. She saw him peeking from his window constantly, never far from it. Mary usually was out there by noon, and Susan wondered why the girl was not working like most of those in the apartment complex. She, herself, had no need to work. Insurance took good care of her and Bobby.

Bobby saw Mary first.

The girl had come out onto her patio with a towel wrapped about her, spreading a colorful blanket on the cement with a pillow. Susan noticed Mary because of the way her son was pressing the front of his pants against the wall as she walked past his room.

"She's there again, is she?"

Stepping beside her son, she looked down. Mary lay there with her legs spread wide, and Susan was determined to see her cunt today, and to let her son see that sugary pussy, too. She left her son and went to her room, returning with a pair of high-powered field glasses.

"Here, darling," Susan said, giving them to her son. "Look at her with these."

Bobby took the glasses eagerly, and Susan saw he did not have his cock out at the moment. She ran her hand down there and felt his cock-bulge, finding it swelling quickly.

She began whispering to him as before.

"Look at her, darling, and mother will jack you off again. Use the glasses and you can see her cunt clearly. Look at her hairy cunt and mother will jack you off. Pretend mother's fist is her pussy, her cunt, and that you're fucking her. And you can come again all over the wall, like yesterday."

She opened her son's pants and pulled his prick free as Bobby used the glasses. Gripping his cock, she began stroking it, thrilled again to find his prick throbbing hotly in her hand.

She took the binoculars from him and looked down at Mary. Mary had her legs wide apart, and the focus of the glasses brought her hairy cunt almost into Susan's face. She saw the puffiness of the cuntlips, the tip of Mary's clit peeking from those moist folds.

"Mmmmm, now you can see her cunt so much better," she murmured, handing the glasses back to him. "You look at her and pretend mother's fist is her cunt, darling."

She pumped her son's cock as he peered through the field glasses. Today, Bobby did not try to press his cock against the wall, but held his hips back so his mother could jack his cock.

It seemed that Susan could see Mary more clearly today than before. She didn't need the glasses at all. Finally, neither did Bobby.

Mother and son peered out the window at the unsuspecting girl. Susan clung to her son's cock, excited to look at that naked body and stroke Bobby's prick. Her own cunt was bubbling as before, hotter now that she had hold of Bobby's cock. Her clit had become intensely inflamed, throbbing and burning inside her panties. Her tits felt swollen, her nipples sensitive. She squeezed and flexed her fingers about her son's cock, listening to his gasping.

Today, Mary did something different.

Susan and Bobby watched her pull the pillow underneath her slim body as she rolled onto her stomach. The pillow was at her crotch, and Mary straddled it with those exquisitely long thighs. When they saw her ass move, wiggling and bunching, Susan understood immediately.

"She's fucking her pillow, Bobby," she whispered and stroked his cock. "She's pretending, like you, that her pillow is a man, and she's on top of him, his cock inside her cunt, and she's fucking him. Maybe Mary is pretending it's you, baby. Think of your cock inside her hot wet pussy, fucking her. Think of mother's fist as Mary's sweet slippery pussy."

Standing at his side, feeling his small body tremble against her hip, Susan pumped tightly at her son's cock, whispering softly to him. She felt Bobby's cock throb against her palm, and her ass began to sway. Susan squeezed her thighs against her cunt and mewled softly with pleasure.

Susan began to run her hand about her son's body now, feeling more than just his cock. She cupped his balls inside his pants and squeezed them, bringing a gasp of hot delight from her son. Scooting her hand behind him, she caressed the cheeks of his ass, wishing she could feel his bare flesh without those tight jeans. She cupped one ass cheek, then the other, trailed her finger up and down the crack of his ass, then back in front to close her fingers about his cock once more.

Below, they could see Mary twisting her hips, grinding her cunt into the pillow. Susan wished they could hear her soft sighs of pleasure, but they were three floors up and sounds that soft did not reach them.

"See Mary's ass, darling," Susan whispered, her voice thicker. "See how she wiggles her cute tight ass, Bobby. She's pretending she has a cock up her cunt. Maybe she's fantasizing her pillow is you… and she has your cock deep inside her hot, wet pussy, fucking it. All you have to do is lie there and enjoy it, Bobby. Mary is doing all the work for you. She's fucking you while you just lie still."

Her hand squeezed his cock hard as she moved it back and forth.

"Your cock is inside her hairy cunt, Bobby, fucking that hot tightness. Doesn't Mary's cunt feel good around your sweet, hard, oh so precious cock? Feel her pussy grip your prick, honey? Feel how her cunt eats you up…" Her fist squeezed and stroked. "You're going to make her come, baby. Your cock is going to make Mary's cunt come and when she does, that hot pussy will squeeze so tightly… and you'll come, too. You'll come up her hot cunt, Bobby."

Susan enjoyed the increased throbbing of her son's cock, her cunt pulsating, her stomach rippling. She felt as if she would come again the way she had the day before. She wanted it, wanted to come so badly. Her fist moved quicker on Bobby's prick, sliding to the swollen cockhead, then pressing back on it tightly at the base. Bobby was making choking sounds now, his eyes huge as he looked down at Mary's twisting naked ass. Susan pumped and stroked, whispered her lewd words to him, helping him dream, helping him fuck Mary in his young mind.

She dropped her free hand and began to slide her hot, moist palm up and down her thigh. The dress moved along her flesh, creating a tingling sensation in her body. Still pumping his cock, she drew her hand up her body and curled her fingers about one straining tit, wishing her son would play with her tits. She dug her fingers into the springy tit mound and moaned softly, her eyes glazing in passion. Her hand beat faster on her son's cock, her excitement mounting now. Her blood seemed to be boiling in her veins, and her hips shook, jerking back and forth as though she, too, were being fucked. She pressed the heel of her hand against her cunt, feeling the pressure on her distended clit.