David Crane: A voyeur mom

Mrs. Duncan sure was sexy, Jeff thought.

The voluptuous redhead had answered the door wearing a frilly, semi-transparent nightie. Jeff had been able to see the stiff points of her big tits and the shadowed outline of her bushy cunt-mound though the sheer material. He'd had to hide his rising hard-on behind his toolbox.

Now he wondered if she was kinky, as well. Jeff was a journeyman carpenter and Jenny Duncan had hired him to install a pair of mirrors in her bedroom but it wasn't as simple as that. The mirrors were made of one-way glass, reflective like any mirror on one side but transparent from the other side, so that a person could look through without being seen.

There were three bedrooms in a row in the Duncan house and she was having him place the spying mirrors in the master bedroom, which was in the middle, so that anyone Mrs. Duncan herself, presumably in that center room would be able to observe the bedrooms an either side.

That seemed kinky to Jeff.

At first he wondered if she might be a voyeur, planning to play the peeper on house guests. But after he got the mirrors in place, he could tell that the adjoining rooms must belong to her kids.

One was obviously a girl's room, with pink wallpaper and rock posters and a teddy bear collection. And the other, equally evident, was the room of a teenaged boy, with model airplanes and athletic equipment.

Now, why would a woman want to play Peeping Tom on her own children? wondered Jeff, who was a relatively inexperienced young man and didn't understand such things.

He was just setting the last screw into the frame when Mrs. Duncan came into the bedroom.

"Almost finished?" she asked. "Just a few more minutes," Jeff muttered, slightly abashed to find his cock stiffening again, stimulated by being in a bedroom with a curvaceous, flame-haired divorcee. It seemed quite intimate.

"Well, don't mind me," she said. "I'm just going to get dressed."

And, without the slightest hesitation, the red-haired beauty dropped her nightie and stood naked.

Jeff gulped.

Beads of seat popped out like drops of mercury on his forehead and he could feel a few drops of pre-cum, like mercury, too, dampen his forehead.

His cock was getting really excited now. His prick felt as hard as his screwdriver, and his balls were starting to pump like a blacksmith's bellows.

He gave the screw a final turn and then turned, himself, to gape at her. Jenny was sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling a nylon stocking up her lush thigh to attach it to a sexy black gaiter belt.

She was a real redhead, all right. Her vee was a jungle of curls like a burning bush. Jeff was both embarrassed and fascinated. He couldn't help but stare at those delectable tits, capped by rosy, swollen tips. Then, as she raised her knee to fasten the straps, he was rewarded by a glimpse of her cunt, all open and juicy.

"Ahhhh I'm done," he croaked.

"Oh, good," she said. She got up, wearing just the one stocking and moved toward him.

Her fat tit brushed against Jeff's arm as she looked through the mirror.

"Oh, that's perfect," she said.

"Errr it's none of my business, lady, but I was wondering why you wanted those mirrors?"

She gave him a disarming smile.

"Why, to spy on my kids," she said. "Tommy is quite a young man and Belinda is a budding teenager, and I was interested to see if they've started masturbating yet."

Jeff's Adam's apple ran up his throat like a gong ringing a carnival bell.

"You you want to stop them from practicing self-abuse, huh?" he croaked.

"Why, no, silly man," she giggled. "Frigging off is natural and healthy."

"Errrr then, why…" he stammered. "I want to watch them do it," she said. "Holy shit!" Jeff gasped, staring at her. She held his gaze, smiling. Then her eyes dropped and she looked at his groin. The front of his denim work pants was bulging out as if he'd stuffed a hammer in his fly. She raised her eyebrows, looking both amused and interested.

"Do I turn you on, Jeff?" she whispered. Jeff hesitated. He was basically shy. But he figured that it was silly to be delicate with a woman who had just admitted that she wanted to spy on her frigging kids and who was standing there naked, to boot.

He started to reply. His lips moved but no sound came out but a hoarse croak. His vocal cords seemed to be as stiff as his prick.

"You'd like to fuck me, wouldn't you?" she purred.

Jeff felt faint. So much blood had rushed into his cock that he felt, lightheaded.

"Jeez I hope you ain't a cock-teaser Mrs. Duncan," he mumbled pitifully.

Jenny Duncan laughed.

"Oh, no," she said. "I may be lots of things and all of them naughty but I'm no cock teaser."

His prick boomed. The young carpenter had to throw his head and shoulders back to counterbalance the massive weight in his groin and in the process, he was thrusting his loins out toward the lewd redhead.

His pants stuck out like a denim tent.

"Why don't you get more comfortable, Jeff?" she asked. "There doesn't seem to be enough room in your pants for your lovely big hard-on."

That hard-on, in fact, was threatening to rip its own way through the denim or maybe just burn a hole through, like a welder's torch.

Jeff reached back for his belt and Jenny took a step back, her eyes riveted to his loins. They were green eyes, the color of jade, and now they were smoldering.

Mrs. Duncan was obviously a visual person. Take carpenter unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the waistband of his pants. He began to draw the zipper down slowly. Her eyes gleamed. The zipper rasped down and his fly opened in a wide vee, the flaps folding back.

He was wearing cotton briefs and the outline of his cock and balls was molded within them, stretching the material around the shape of his formidable prick. Where the wedge-shaped knob bulged out, the white cotton had turned sticky, a damp patch of pre-cum spreading out.

"Oooooh!" the wanton woman purred, studying the size of his cotton-clad cock.

Jeff hooked his fingers under the elastic band and drew his shorts out wide of his cock and balls, tugging them down under his balls so his whole rig was revealed.

Jeff was a journeyman, and his cock seemed suited to his professional big, blunt-headed hammer of a cock towering up long and thick from a set of swollen cumbags as if poised to drive a spike.

His piss-hole was parted and the tip of the purple slab was frothy with seepage. A fat vein seamed the underside of his shaft, like electric flex on a pipe. Jenny smiled, pleased by the size of his prick and delighted to know that he had become so hard just by looking at her.

She was a woman who loved to be admired, exhibitionism being the other side of the voyeur coin.

Jeff dropped his pants and briefs and stepped out of them, then removed his faded shirt. He was lean and wiry, the narrowness of his hips emphasizing the size of his cock.

He stepped toward her.

Jenny stepped back. Each time he moved closer to her, she retreated from him. But each backward step was bringing her nearer to the bed.

Jeff had lost his shyness now and he grinned wolfishly as he followed the jutting figurehead of his prick across the room. Jenny came to the side of the bed and sat down, perched on the edge.

He moved up and stood over her, shoving his haunches out and working his cock-muscles, making that formidable weapon pulse and jolt, level with her face.

The redhead licked her lips lasciviously.

"You wanna suck it, lady?" he croaked.

She gave him a quirky sort of smile. Reaching out to the bedside table, she picked up a mirror, holding it angled so that it reflected her lovely face. She obviously liked to see what she was doing when she misbehaved, as if playing the peeper on herself.