Kathy Andrews - Mom peeps on the neighbors

She began to imagine her son's cock thrusting into her cunt, fucking her hard and wildly. As the image intensified in her mind, so did the speed of her fist on Bobby's cock. Her son was groaning now, his hips moving. Susan held her fist still, but tight, and let him fuck into it. The ecstasy finally got to Bobby and he was no longer looking down at Mary, but standing up straight, his hands on the window sill and his head back, eyes closed, teeth clamped.

Susan looked at her son's face, that young face now contorted with raging desire. She pressed hard against her cunt with the heel of her hand and looked down at her fist, seeing his cock fucking it. The smooth cock head flashed back and forth, disappearing and reappearing quickly in her fist. She saw his glistening cock head, smeared with the dripping juices from his piss hole. The palm of her hand was wet and slippery with the juices, too, lubricating her tight fingers.

The head of her son's cock looked impossibly large, the flesh so taut it seemed about to burst. Her eyes were glassy, yet she saw his cock head clearly. His prick was beautiful, so deliciously beautiful to her. She yearned to have his cock fucking into her cunt, that throbbing hardness stretching her hairy cunt lips sweetly, penetrating her pussy ever so deeply. Susan's cunt flexed from the vividness of her mental image. An orgasm swelled deep inside her pussy, burning and searing downward. The lips of her cunt swelled, as did her clit. She stared at her son's cock fucking in and out of her fist, then at his contorted face again. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, and Bobby sighed, his hips jerking back and forth, his cock fucking in and out of the tightness her fingers made.

"You're about to come in her pussy, baby," Susan murmured in a thick, husky voice, her eyes again burning down at his prick. "Your cock is almost ready to squirt that sweet, sweet come juice into Mary's hot, hairy, wet cunt! Fuck her, Bobby! Oooo, fuck her hot little cunt! Fuck… fuck… fuck her, darling!"

Bobby grunted, straining his hips forward. The head of his cock seemed to stick past her fingers a good two inches. Susan pressed her hand harder into her cunt, and her mind reeled as she came. Her cunt convulsed in twitching orgasm just as she saw the thick, white, syrupy come juice spurt from her son's prick. She watched his jism splash against the wall beneath the window sill, felt his cock throb with her tightly gripping fingers. His come juice squirted and squirted, the wall gleaming with the wetness. Jism ran down toward the floor, and still Bobby came.

"Oh, baby! You're coming, Bobby! You're coming in her hot, tight snatch! Fill her hot cunt with your precious come juice, Bobby! Flood her hot cunt! Give it all to her!"

Susan clung to her son's cock until he finished coming, then she tucked it into his pants and pulled up the zipper. She felt the wetness of his come juice in the palm of her hand, and wiped it on her dress.

Bobby turned his back to his mother and sprawled onto his bed, his face cupped into the crook of his arms. Susan looked at her son's back, but her eyes seemed fixed on the way his ass cheeks bunched. She knew his pleasure was still glowing in his sweet balls.

Leaving him, she went to her room and sat on the bed, thinking hard about this.

If Bobby was embarrassed to have her, his mother, jack him off, he had not said anything so far. He shouldn't feel badly about it, she told herself. They were only pretending, and it was fun to pretend. Why not look at that exquisite nakedness of the slender Mary and pretend? Everyone had fantasies, erotic fantasies, and she and her son were no exception. It was all right if she helped her young son with them. They were doing nothing wrong, only pretending.

Long ago, when Susan had been a small girl, she had played house with boys, had played nurse and doctor with them. It had been fun and exciting then, and it was fun and exciting now, with her young son.

But Susan knew she wasn't pretending; she wanted to have her son's cock inside her cunt, fucking her. Maybe she had convinced Bobby it was pretending, but not herself.

Susan wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this up. It was quite frustrating to her. She wasn't sure if Mary knew she was being watched or not, yet Susan had an inkling Mary wouldn't care if she were seen. She knew her son was intensely excited over seeing the naked body of an older girl, and she was equally sure Bobby had never seen a naked girl of any age until now.

Bobby was not the kind of boy who ran about the neighborhood. He stayed home, with her, when he wasn't in school. He was a loner, not caring about baseball and various sports. He loved books, and was a studious young man, and was popular with his teachers because of it. He was quiet and well behaved.

Susan stood up, stripping her dress away and ignoring the open door of her bedroom. If her son saw her, so much the better. She unhooked her bra and her shapely tits bounced free. Wearing only her panties, she massaged her tits for a moment. Then she peeled her panties off. Naked, she walked directly into the hallway and to the single bathroom of the apartment, watching for her son, but not to avoid him – to let him see her body, her rounded, swelling tits and red-haired cunt, her sexy ass and smooth thighs.

But Bobby didn't see her.

Disappointed, she filled the tub and sank into the hot water, feeling it against her cunt. She lay back in the tub and tried to relax. She was very tense. She wanted her son, wanted his cock, wanted to fuck him.

With bubbles floating about her tits, she glanced at the bathroom door. For the first time, she had left it not only unlocked, but wide open. If Bobby should come to the door, he would be able to see her. Her tits rose up from the water. Her light-brown nipples were hard and sensitive.

She bathed slowly, waiting and hoping.

But Bobby never came.

After half an hour, she stood up and began to rub at her body with a towel. She kept looking at the door, hoping he would come and look at her. She stepped from the tub, and after a moment's thought, wrapped the towel about her body. It barely covered her tits and cunt hair and ass. Tucking it together, she left the bathroom and peeked into the living room. Her son wasn't there. She peered into his bedroom, and found he was still lying on his bed. Only he was pressing his hips into the mattress, fucking it the way Mary had fucked her pillow.

Susan thought about entering and sitting on the bed, running her hands over his ass while he squirmed his cock into the mattress. But that was just another form of jacking off, and jacking off wasn't what Susan wanted.

She wanted to fuck.

As exciting as it was to watch her son, she turned and went back to her bedroom. It was late afternoon, and she would have to think of something for dinner soon. Dropping the towel on the carpet, she selected panties and bra, then a becoming skirt and blouse. After some thought, she decided to forgo pantyhose. It was too hot for them anyway. Besides, her legs looked good enough without them.

Pulling on sandals, she decided she and Bobby would eat out that evening. She didn't feel like cooking, and it would be a treat for her son. He always enjoyed going out to eat.

Dressed, she entered the hall again and passing his room, saw it was empty now. Bobby was sitting in the living room, a book open on his lap, the television on.

"Honey," she said, "why don't we eat out tonight?"

"Sure, Mom," he agreed, closing his book.

"Where would you like to go?"

"Let's have pizza."

She smiled. "I should have guessed," she murmured. "You're going to turn into one. Did you know that?"

"I wish," he smiled back at her.

Susan noticed his eyes on her tits, his gaze lingering there a moment, then sweeping down to her hips.