David Crane: Between mother and son

Usually, after her husband had left for the office and the kids had gone to school, Jessica Macarthur liked to go back to bed and spend a relaxing hour playing with her pussy. It wasn't that the voluptuous redhead needed to finger fuck herself. She got plenty of good fucking from her handsome husband, Dan and a bit on the side, as well, since she was a rather promiscuous lady.

It was more just a pleasant habit. Today, for a change, she decided to forego her ritual morning hand job.

Dan had thrown an energetic fuck into her before he left and she felt completely satisfied.

She lingered over a cup of coffee, wondering how to spend her time that morning and finally decided that she would clean out her son's bedroom closet. Jeff was a teenager and growing by leaps and bounds, turning into a tall, athletic young man, and his mother knew that there would be a lot of clothing he had outgrown which she could collect and send off to the Salvation Army.

Still wearing only her frilly, semi-transparent nightie, she got up from the table, stretching. Her big tits thrust out, the tips standing in twin peaks against the filmy, clinging material. Jessica wasn't feeling randy at the moment, but her nipples were always stiff and swollen.

She had noticed her son gaping at her tits across the breakfast table, earlier. It had delighted the lascivious lady to feel his gaze on her tits.

She left the kitchen, walking normally, which, for Jessica, meant swinging her heart shaped ass provocatively. She always moved that way, even when there was no one to admire her, just to keep in practice.

Jessica just loved to have men and boys stare at her with longing and lust, and she usually managed to give them plenty of sexy body to see.

She went upstairs, her nightie parting, plenty of smooth, sleek thigh exposed. Although her cunt wasn't really heated, it was still squishing juicily between her legs as she walked and she could feel a few trickles of her husband's thick jizz dribbling from her slot.

She went into Jeff's bedroom, wrinkling her nose at the clutter and pausing to look at her reflection in his mirror. Jessica was vain and narcissistic and enjoyed admiring herself. She had tilted green eyes, high cheekbones and a wide scarlet slash of a mouth. Her hair was like tongues of flame spilling over her shoulders.

Her tongue could flame a bit, as well. Her tits were large and firm, big melons capped by those rosy, perpetually taut tips. The outline of her bushy cunt showed through her sheer nightie. She had wide hips and a gently rounded belly, and a pneumatic pelvis set atop long, shapely legs.

She knew that if she stared at her own image for very long she would get turned on and wind up giving herself a hand job, anyhow. Determined now to forego that and clear out the big, walk-in closet, she turned from the looking glass and went on into the chamber.

The Macarthur house was fashionably rustic, with pine paneled walls. The interior of the closet, the back of which was adjacent to the master bedroom, was the same. Jessica began to root around in the jumble of clothing and athletic equipment and outgrown toys.

As she bent over to open a box, her firm ass bumped against the back wall of the closet. A panel fell out and crashed to the floor.

Jessica frowned. Her first thought that was the house was disintegrating, that maybe termites were undermining the structure. They might have to call a builder in, she thought, annoyed. But as she lifted the fallen panel, her eyes came level with the gap that it had left in the wall.

Jessica gasped as the truth struck her. Looking through that opening, she found that she was gazing right into the master bedroom, and at the big bed where she and Dan slept and screwed.

She studied the loose plank thoughtfully. The edges were smooth and it obviously wasn't splintering or cracking. It seemed as if that panel must have been very carefully removed. She fitted it back in place and it stayed there solidly enough, but when she tugged on the edge it came back out easily.

Holy shit! She thought. Had her son deliberately loosened that panel so that he could spy on his parents in bed?

The thought didn't anger her at all. Quite the opposite, in fact it thrilled and excited Jessica to the very core. Had her son been watching her undress?

Had he seen her getting fucked? Had the boy perhaps been lurking at that opening that very morning, an avid spectator, while Dan was shoveling his huge prick into her?

Oh, how she hoped so! Jessica had always been an exhibitionist.

It went along with her vanity and narcissism. She loved to flaunt her body and her charms and to turn guys on by flashing her limbs and loins and tits.

As a teenager, she had always preferred to double date so that the other couple would have a chance to see and hear her perform with her own date. It was best if the other girl was a virgin or a prude or even frigid so that, without being distracted by his own date, the other guy could pay attention to what Jessica was doing.

She adored fucking and sucking at any time, but when she was being observed it greatly added to her pleasure and to the physical thrill of the action.

Some of her happiest nights had been spent sucking a prick in the back seat of a car, while the other couple stared over the back seat, looking and listening in envy.

And she never minded swapping dates, either. In boarding school, she had never drawn the curtains of her dormitory bedroom window when she undressed, or even when she was fucking herself off, hoping that a few horny college boys might be looking in from the quad.

And even on her honeymoon, Jessica had left the shades lifted in the bridal suite.

If it thrilled the lustful woman to know or even imagine that a stranger might be watching her getting laid, it thrilled her a whole lot more to think that her own handsome young son had been spying on her.

Trembling at the very thought, Jessica sank slowly down to her knees, bringing her face level with the gap in the wall. She imagined this would be how Jeff positioned himself when he played the peeper.

She stared into her own bedroom. The view was comprehensive. If the boy had been gazing through that gap in the laths and plaster that morning, he would have been able to see all the juicy details while they fucked.

Jessica wished that she had known about that spy hole before. Not that she would have done anything about it, except to make sure that the boy had the best possible angle of her naked body and fucking with even more enthusiasm than she normally showed, which was always plenty.

Jessica certainly planned to put on quite a performance the next time she and Dan balled while Jeff happened to be in his room.

And then she made another fascinating find. The wall, starting at the gap and extending down to the floor, was plastered with a filmy coating. Jessica leaned down and pressed her nose to the boards, sniffing. Then she whimpered with joy.

She recognized the fragrance of congealed cum. Jeff had been beating his meat as he spied on his parents. And from the amount of spunk clinging to the panels, the boy must have shot his wad countless times.

Her mind reeled dizzily as her fevered imagination summoned up the image of her teenaged son, staring at her, his fist hammering on his hard cock and his handsome face all contorted by lust. Her wet, pink tongue slid out automatically. She ran her lapper up the slime soaked wall, licking her son's jizz from the wooden panels.

Oh my God, she thought, smoldering with desire. Her son's cum was scrumptious. Even tongued up second hand it was creamy and rich and delicious. She could just imagine what it would be like to suck a load of the hot, thick stuff straight out of his prick.