Nick Eastwood: Peeping with mom

It was a small town and everybody knew everybody else. The lovely young woman was Linda Foster, the wife of an ambitious young attorney who was hoping to become mayor someday. He'd married a prominent Eastern society girl and some folks said Linda was bored pissless already in this little Western town. The marriage was only about a year old, but already she was restless, or so the gossip said.

She certainly looked bored tonight. Teddi happened to know that her husband, Frank, was at a meeting and probably wouldn't be home till quite late. Linda brushed her hair very slowly, as if she had nothing else to do, and occasionally she gave a great big yawn, naturally unaware

that he had an audience.

Clint finally unfroze and slipped quickly into the back yard. Teddi watched him discover a comfortable place to sit under a tree, in deep shadows where he couldn't be seen. She found herself a place, too, behind him and against a hedge. They both had a perfect view into Linda Foster's bedroom. Now all they needed was some action, but it didn't look as if they were going to get any.

Teddi wondered why Clint had chosen this house to spy on. The husband wasn't home, so there'd be no fucking. Maybe he just wanted to watch Linda take her clothes off. For a horny teenaged boy, that ought to be a big treat all by itself. Or maybe he was not aware that Frank was away. Whatever his motives, he was here to stay, seated comfortably and waiting expectantly.

Linda finally set down her brush and stood up, her lovely big tits quivering slightly with her movements. She removed her robe and hung it neatly in the closet, then looked at herself in the big mirror on the closet door. They could hear her sighing all the way out in the alley.

Teddi could guess what was, on her mind. Here she'd made herself gorgeous and sexy, and there was nobody home to appreciate it. Teddi knew the feeling all too well. She had half a dozen sexy nighties that had been wasted on her

exhausted or rushed husband. Life with Frank Foster had to be very much like life with Jim Ross.

Linda moved closer to the mirror and slipped down the thin straps of her nightie. She eased the gown down to her waist, exposing her firm big tits. Teddi heard a little groan from Clint. She didn't blame him for being excited. Linda's full ripe tits were as beautiful as her flawless face.

She took her small red nipples between thumbs and index fingers and began working them into stiffness. Teddi was sure that something else was getting very stiff at that moment-her son's cock. She noticed Clint sitting up a little straighter as he strained for the best possible view of Linda's naked tits.

Linda's heavily lashed green eyes fluttered lustily as she fondled her sensitive nipples and stroked them into long rosy nubs. She hoisted one full breast, stuck out her tongue, and began to lick the engorged nipple. Another horny groan from Clint. Teddi blushed hotly. Had her son watched her do that very same thing, and was he remembering?

She'd been so achingly horny last night, she'd been half crazy. Imagine standing naked in front of her mirror and licking her own tits! Yet Linda Foster, the respected wife of the prominent young lawyer, was doing the very same thing

right now, and probably for thc same reasons. Frank was so busy with his job, he didn't have time to keep his wife sexually content.

She licked both nipples till they glistened with her hot spit, then stared lustily into the mirror at her half-naked body. She was probably thinking what a shame it was that she had no man around to appreciate those curves and to douse her hot lust. Teddi knew exactly where she was coming from.

Then Linda eased the nightie down over her curvy hips and let it float to the floor. She was naked except for a tiny pair of cream-colored silk panties. She rubbed the pout of her mound and moaned softly, a sound just barely audible through the slightly open window. Then she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started inching the garment down.

"Shit, yes," Clint breathed.

Teddi wasn't worried about his noises and movements any more. Clint had obviously been peeping for some time and knew exactly what he could get away with. He wasn't taking any risks. She watched him unzipping his jeans as Linda lowered her panties. He slipped out his engorged cock and began to pump it, knowing he couldn't be seen in the shadows under the tree.

Linda popped the tiny panties down over her little round ass and then let them slither down

her long shapely legs. She kicked them away and stood naked before her mirror, caressing herself, running her hands up and down her sleek, firm body. Clint's eyes were locked on the dainty copper-colored triangle of her bush.

She trailed her, hands down to the fur patch and gently eased it down, showing the glistening pink flesh inside. She placed a finger tip on the hooded nub of her clit and began to rub it in a circular motion. Her eyes fluttered, and she moaned softly as she sensuously stimulated herself.

Teddi shivered with arousal. She hadn't dreamed she'd get turned on by watching another woman play with herself, but she could identify with everything Linda was feeling and doing. She knew just what it was like to be so horny in the evening that she had to play with herself, all the time wishing her husband was there to fuck her.

A big hard cock beat her own fingers any day. She was sure Linda agreed. But neither of them had a choice. They were normal young women with normal needs that weren't being satisfied. Their husbands were away, making money- and for what? By the time they saved up all the money they wanted, they'd be too old to enjoy it. And meanwhile their wives would be dying of hominess.

Linda's fingertip twirled faster and faster

around her clit, and pearly liquid began to flow down her legs. Clint's fist matched her tempo as he masturbated and watched her. Teddi could just imagine the hot fantasies he was having about the beautiful, red haired housewife. She was even more sexy and gorgeous than the women in his stash of girlie magazines. And she was a lot closer and a lot more real. They could even hear her whimpering with excitement as she masturbated.

"Ooooooo, my God, unnnnhhhhh," she breathed.

As she aroused herself to the boiling point, Linda's knees began to get rubbery, and she swayed dizzily. She stopped for a moment and hurried over to the king-sized bed. Stretching out on the blue satin spread, she bent her knees and spread them wide, then began rubbing her clit again, jerking her stiff index finger up and down over the swollen, wet bud.

Clint's breathing, was loud and harsh as he watched her frantic efforts to get herself off. He had to be wishing with all his heart that he could just climb in the window and help her out with his stiff and ready cock. And who knows, she may have welcomed him. She was obviously in desperate need of a good fucking her finger jerked faster and faster.

"Oooooo, more, baby, harder," she moaned. Linda was into her own fantasy-with her

husband? Or with someone else? Teddi reddened as she reviewed her own masturbation fantasies, for she often made it with other men in her daydreams. She really didn't see any harm in it. She just wondered what Linda was thinking right now as she worked herself steadily towards climax. But suddenly Linda stopped.

"Oh, hell!" she moaned. "It just isn't the same."

Teddi had to agree. Playing with herself was a kick, but it could never replace Jim's big hard cock. She knew why Linda felt so frustrated. But as it turned out, Linda had a solution and Teddi didn't. The pretty redhead opened a drawer of her bedside table, reached way into the back, and took out a huge plastic dildo.

Teddi shivered with envy. She'd heard and read about those contraptions but had never had the nerve to buy one. Linda was less uptight about such things, apparently. Keeping her knees bent and her thighs spread wide, she switched on the vibrating fake cock and started rubbing it up and down the swollen wet flesh of her cunt. She gurgled delightedly.