Nick Eastwood - Peeping with mom

Teddi Ross, an attractive brunette housewife in her thirties, was parading back and forth before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, wearing not one stitch of clothing. It was a kind of unusual way to spend Saturday night, but Teddi was desperate.

Her husband Jim, a trucker, was off on another long haul, leaving his pretty wife bored, lonely and restless. She was tired of watching TV, tired of reading. She wanted her man. She wanted to spend a few hours out dining and dancing, then a few hours in the bedroom fucking, just like an ordinary couple might do on a Saturday evening.

Most of all, she wanted to fuck. Jim had been gone a week now, and he wasn't expected back for another week. Teddi was about ready to scream with frustration. Her poor neglected pussy was on fire with need. She wondered bow much longer she could survive a marriage that had so little sex in it. But then, she reminded herself dryly, she'd already survived it for almost twenty years.

Twenty years was a long time and Teddi was wondering if Jim was bored with her. Maybe that was why he stayed away so much. But as she examined her naked body in the big mirror,

she doubted that was the case. She still looked great. She was petite but big-titted, with a tiny firm waist, slim but curvy hips, great legs. Not the kind of body a guy gets bored with.

And when they were together, Jim's hot and hungry fucking indicated that she excited him as much as ever. Teddi was convinced that he took those long hauls because they needed the money, not because he wanted to get away from home. That was nice. But it didn't make her any the less horny.

She thought about calling their son Clint from his room and asking if he wanted to play cards or catch a movie. But that would probably be fruitless. A high school student, Clint had suddenly developed a very active social life and during this summer vacation he'd gone out nearly every night. He surely had plans.

Teddi drew closer to the mirror and hoisted her large melon-shaped tits, then let them drop. There wasn't a sag and hardly a bounce. Her luscious-looking nipples were large and light pink, the skin of her tits creamy and flawless. Jim loved to run his big callused hands over her tits, molding and squeezing. She gurgled lustily as she thought about, it.

Sighing with longing, she ran her hands very slowly and sensuously over her tits, imitating Jim's familiar but exciting movements.

"Mmmmmmm, yessssss," she sighed.

Like Jim always did, she used her thumbs to rub and tease her tender nipples. Slowly she worked the soft cones into long rigid nubs. They were extra sensitive when swollen and Jim knew it. He liked to get them erect; then suck them. Teddi pushed one ripe tit up toward her mouth and caught the stiff nipple between her lips. She sucked the throbbing nub into her mouth.

Hot excitement flashed through her body as she began to suck her swollen nipple. She copied Jim's urgent greedy tugs, bathing the nipple in her hot spit. When it was fully engorged and glistening, she dropped it and sucked in her other nipple. Watching herself in the mirror, she thought how wanton and naughty she looked, like one of those girls in the magazine Clint had hidden under his bed.

Since Teddi did the housecleaning, she knew all about her teenaged son's girlie magazine stash, but she'd never said anything to him about it. She figured it was a normal sign of his growing up and that it couldn't hurt him to get acquainted with female anatomy. Some of the pictures were pretty far out, for sure, but Teddi figured Clint could handle that.

Now here she was performing just like some of the girls in those naughty magazines, sucking her own tits, trailing a hand down onto the soft fur of her pussy. She caressed the neat dark triangle and almost moaned with longing. If Jim

were there, he'd tale care of her needs in a hurry.

But there was no chance of her husband being home that night; He was hundreds of miles away in another state. There was only one person who could ease her lust and that was herself. Teddi glanced over at the king-sized bed she so rarely shared with Jim, and she knew what was going to happen. If she wanted any relief from her aching hominess, she'd have to masturbate.

She'd never played with herself as a teenager, but after a couple of years of marriage to Jim, she'd become an expert at it. She either had to play with herself or go crazy with frustration during the long days and weeks when he was on the road. She'd much rather have gotten her satisfaction with Jim himself, but she didn't have a choice. Sighing, she headed for the bed.

Would she have married Jim, she wondered, if she'd known it would be. like this?

Probably she would have. Back when they first met, when she was a young teenager and he was in his early twenties, they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other. It was the hottest attraction Teddi had ever known. After a few dates they were fucking and before long she was pregnant with Clint. That made it a very early marriage.

She didn't regret it. She loved Jim and she knew he loved her, but she didn't love his job.

Trucking kept him away too much, and it had robbed Teddi of the steady loving she craved. Now she stretched out on the bed with a resigned sigh, knowing that once again her fingers were going to have to do the job that her husband's cock was supposed to do.

She stretched out on her back and spread her legs wide, just as if she was inviting Jim to fuck her. She had a quick helpless vision of his engorged cock and she moaned for that fat rockhard column of flesh. Maybe she ought to ask him to have a statue made of it, she thought bitterly. Then at least she'd have a copy when she needed it.

Teddi slid one stiff finger between the furry lips of her cunt and touched scorching wet flesh. She jerked her finger up and down between the swollen folds and whimpered with pleasure. Just the lightest touch felt great when she was horny. She parted her legs even wider and began to rub her whole pussy, smearing the hot cream around, stimulating the swollen flesh.

"Mmmmmmm, yessssss," she sighed.

She closed her eyes and let her fantasies run wild. She always had fantasies when she masturbated. She couldn't help it, and it made things so much more exciting. Often she fantasized about fucking other men but she didn't really consider that cheating. She'd never do it in real life. It was just a kick to imagine making it with

some famous man or even a cute guy she'd seen at the super-market.

But more often she thought about Jim while she got off and most often of all, she replayed in her mind the first night they'd gone all the way together. That never failed to get her wildly aroused. She didn't think she'd ever be hornier than she was on that night almost twenty years ago and her mind drifted back to it now as she stroked her fever-hot pussy.

Teddi had been too young to date back then, or at least that was what her parents said. Lots of her friends were allowed to date during that long warm summer, but hot Teddi. One Friday evening, bored with sitting around the house and watching TV with her folks, she took a stroll around the block. Jim was visiting friends in the neighborhood and he whistled at her as she walked by.

Automatically she gave him a stern look- then did a double lake. This guy was a hunk! He was a six-footer, blond, handsome, and powerfully muscled. She'd never seen him in town before and she knew that once his presence was known, he'd be mobbed. There were plenty of boy-crazy teens in her little home town. She was too proud to act like they did, but now she couldn't help staring..