Donna Allen - I saw mom sucking

of it. It Was Clay. They were ten stories off the ground, and it couldn't be anyone else.

She picked up the vibrator again. Now she was really hot, thinking about Clay watching her. She turned the vibrator on and had a big one. Big and fast and hard.

She suddenly heard a crash in his room. He'd stumbled over something. Maybe after climbing in from the terrace. She was certain now he'd been out there all along, watching her. And how many nights before this? There wasn't anything he hadn't seen. She liked to masturbate with the lights on. She liked to watch herself in the mirror opposite the bed.

The little bastard! She was shocked that he'd been spying on her. Then the excitement of it hit her again.

After a while, she put her robe on. She left her room and walked down the hall to Clay's door. She hesitated a moment. She could forget it. She could pretend it hadn't happened.

No, she couldn't do that. She knocked on his door.

"Clay? I think there's something we have to talk about."

They sat facing each other in the living room. Barbara had called him out of his room to talk about his spying on her. She brought him to the living room. He'd already admitted the spying. She could feel the tension between them. She didn't want to be too harsh with him. She did love him. It was awful for him to Spy on ha, but what good would it do to start a war over it? She had to use some intelligence about this. They depended on each other for their happiness.

She had to be careful.

He seemed terribly upset that she'd discovered him. She tried not to appear angry.

"Honey, how long has it been going on?" she asked.

He looked sheepish. "About a month." "Oh, God."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"I promise I'll try to understand it." "I don't know if I understand it, myself." She still felt the shock of it. It was one thing to tell herself she had to understand it, but she was still shocked by it. All those nights when he'd spied on her. The things she did on her bed. Her nakedness.

"Tell me why," she said.

"I don't know why. I couldn't help it. I just wanted to, and I did it."

He said he thought about her all the time. He told her how he'd been having fantasies about her for years. She recognized what it was. He was a healthy boy with a strong sex drive. He was living alone with his mother and she was still a young woman. He was hooked on her sexually.

"I guess I turn you on," she said nervously.

"You sure do." "What can we do about it?"

"I don't know."

"All the time?"

"Sometimes I go nuts thinking about you. When we're together, it's even worse."

"Oh, God!"

"It's not easy to talk about it, Mom."

"I know, I know."

She had no idea what to do. She wasn't sure she ought to do anything. If she did something, punished him or showed anger, she might start a terrible time between them. She didn't want that. He was all she had. She didn't want to spoil their life over this.

She asked him about his girlfriends. Did he have sex with them? Didn't his girlfriends take some of the edge off his sex drive? He said he made it with his girlfriends, but he still thought constantly about her. All the time? Yes, all the time.

She glanced at his crotch. He had a hard-on. She was wearing a robe, but he had on nothing but his Jockey shorts. His cock was obviously stiff. She couldn't help looking. She was mesmerized by it. He had his prick pointing up his cock-knob almost sticking out of the waistband of his briefs. She could clearly see the outline of his cock and balls. Usually when he wore his shorts around the house, she avoided

staring directly at his crotch. This time, there was no avoiding anything.

He blushed when he saw she'd noticed his hard-on. "I can't help it."

"I know that, honey. I don't blame you for it. You're a man, and those things happen." She smiled at him. She tried to make light of it. She wanted him relaxed. If they were going to solve this problem, he had to be at ease.

She told him he was a healthy boy and that healthy boys were obsessed with sex. She said she was sure lots of boys were turned on by their mothers. She did her best, to reassure him. He seemed grateful. He said she was the most wonderful mother in the world. She wondered how much of what she was telling him about other boys was true. She told herself she didn't care. All she cared about was Clay's happiness.

Barbara kept glancing at her boy's hard-on. There was no way to ignore it. It was there, big and obvious under his shorts. She realized she found him exciting, and that flustered her a bit.

She decided to make herself a drink. She rose from the sofa and walked to the small bar at the other end of the room. She felt Clay's eyes on her. Now that she knew how affected he was by her, she was self-conscious about the way she looked. She was thankful she still had her make

up on. She couldn't decide whether the robe was too revealing. It did mold her curves. But she always wore it in the house. It was stupid to think of changing everything they did, just because he found her sexy.

She brought her drink back. She sat down on the sofa again and asked Clay to sit near her. She didn't want him so far away. She wanted them to feel close to each other.

"We need each other, don't we?" she said.

"You're not angry?"

"I don't want to be angry. I don't like being angry at you."

"You're a peach."

His cock was still hard. She couldn't help looking down at it. "Clay?"

"What is it, Mom?"

She struggled to get the question out. She asked him if he always jerked off while he was spying on her. "Maybe I shouldn't ask."

He blushed. "I do it all the time."

She said she guessed he needed to do it again. She smiled and looked down at his hard-on as she said it. She teased him about it. She wanted him to smile. "It's nothing to be upset about. You saw me doing it a little while ago, didn't you?"

His voice caught in his throat. "Yeah."

Barbara laughed. "Turned YOU on, huh?"

"It sure did?"

He grinned at her now, and she felt much better. She finally yielded to the impulse to touch him. She'd been wanting to all along. She touched the cock-bulge in his Jockey shorts. He groaned as she ran her fingertips over the outline of his cock. "I guess I ought to help you with this. After all, it's my fault."

"Jesus, Mom

"It's all right, honey. Would it be that awful?"

"You don't have to."

"But I want to." She chuckled. "It's not as if I've never touched you before. I used to bathe you when you were little." She talked on, her fingertips still lightly stroking the outline of his cock. "Of course when you were little, you didn't have anything like this. But there was always something there. And sometimes it would get stiff, you know. It happens to little boys, too. Anyway, I'm going to do it for you. Unless you don't want it. If you'd rather be alone and do it yourself, that's all right, too. Is that what you want? No, it isn't. I can see it in your face, you little stinker!" She teased him. He did want her to jack him off. She told him that when she was in high school, she used

to do it to her boyfriends all the time. She always jerked them off during a date. "There's nothing that wrong about it. Nurses do it to patients in hospitals all the time. Okay?"

His face was flushed. "Okay."

"Then get the shorts off. We'll pretend I'm a nurse and you're my patient."

Her pulse raced as he peeled his shorts off his ass and legs. His cock sprang up like a thick rubber hone. She wasn't sure about what she was doing. All she knew was that she had to do it.

His cock was so huge and swollen. What a magnificent prick he bad! It was hard to believe they were actually sitting there with him naked ad his cock as stiff a iron. Ha balls looked bloated. She was turned on. His cock was so gorgeous. Now that she had him naked, she was afraid to touch him.