Donna Allen - See mom suck

Below the paper clip was a full-page photo of a woman. Not a blonde, but a brunette. And a woman with a startling resemblance to Jennifer herself. The resemblance was uncanny. They could easily be sisters, or even twins, for that matter. The woman in the photo could pass as Jennifer's twin.

And there the woman was, naked except for a garter belt and nylons, seated in an easy chair, one leg raised to plant her foot on the cushion, the other leg pulled to the side to show the camera the basics: cunt-bush and cunt and asshole and ass, everything out in the open to be looked at and admired.

Jennifer's belly fluttered again as she realized the woman's pussy might be hers, too. Their cunts were physically similar, the same abundance of dark hair, the same long gash between two thick lips. Jennifer had looked at her pussy often enough with a mirror to know what it looked like. The woman's clit was clearly visible and Jennifer saw that even there the resemblance was maintained.

Maybe it's me, she thought. Maybe she had two lives. No, the woman was someone else; but it didn't matter. Jennifer understood the significance of the paper clip. She understood why Ryan had bothered to mark this particular page. Ryan was as aware as Jennifer was that the woman in the photo strongly resembled his mother.

She knew something about boys his age. With or without girls, they jerked off all the time. Jennifer imagined Ryan holding the magazine in one hand while he pumped his cock with, the other hand. She imagined him jerking off while he looked at a picture that showed everything she had.

She shook her mind free of it and put the magazine back in the box. She told herself she couldn't blame him. He had a right to look at pictures of naked women, and if he found a picture of a woman that looked like his mother, she couldn't blame him for looking at it and being turned on by it. She pushed the hangers that held his clothes, and then suddenly she saw something that made her heart stop.

It was a hole. A small hole in the closet wall, the wall that separated Ryan's room from her own. She looked more closely at the hole. She could see what it was. She put her eye against the hole and she could see clearly into her own room. She could see her bed and almost all of the room, even the entrance to her bathroom.

Oh shit, Jennifer thought. She pulled back from the closet and sat down on the edge of Ryan's bed. She supposed on the other side of the wall the hole was near some furniture and difficult to notice. A peephole. Ryan had been spying on her.

And not to learn military secrets. To see her naked and God knew what else. She did things in her bedroom. Sometimes she masturbated and sometimes she slept with a man in there. She liked some light in the room when she had sex. If Ryan had been watching her through that peephole for some time, he'd most certainly seen her with a man. Just a few days ago she'd brought Paul into her bedroom after a date and they'd fucked up a storm on the bed.

You poor little bunny, she thought. Your own son has been watching you all the time.

First she felt anger. She felt herself trembling with anger as she sat there on Ryan's bed.

Then the anger gave way to dismay. How awful it was. It was so embarrassing. How could she face him again? How could she look at his eyes when now she knew what he'd seen?

Then she thought of the photo of the woman in the magazine, the woman who resembled her so remarkably. And she thought of the way Ryan had been looking at her these days. Days and months. Such a hot look. She couldn't sit down without his eyes on her legs. She had to keep her robe tightly belted to avoid his eyes staring down her neckline. But through that peephole he'd seen everything. He'd seen her naked, he'd seen her fingers in her pussy when she masturbated, he'd seen Paul fucking her.

Ryan, I hate you.

No, she didn't hate him, it turned her on. She sat there and trembled again when she analyzed what it did to her. It turned her on. After the anger and dismay, now she found the idea of it exciting. Ryan spying on her, watching her while she did things. She found it incredibly exciting.

Oh dear God, she thought.

She said nothing to Ryan. That same evening, the next time they were together, she mentioned nothing about what she'd seen in his room. She tried to act as ordinary as possible. She told herself it wouldn't do any good to confront him. He hadn't committed a crime, and anyway she had no idea how to handle it.

But she couldn't get the peephole out of her mind. After they finished dinner together, she told him she was going up to have a bath. "I'll just relax in the tub awhile. If anyone calls, tell them I'll call them tomorrow."

Upstairs, she drew the bath, undressed in the bathroom and climbed into the tub. She knew something was building in her and she wanted to sit quietly in the bathtub and think about it. Thank God he couldn't see her in the bathroom. She expected he was already in the closet, his eye at the peephole as he waited for her to come out.

The excitement returned. What this whole thing meant was that there was something definitely sexual between them now. Her discovery of the peephole had made that clear. What was also clear was that she found his sexual interest in her exciting. The idea that Ryan had gone through so much trouble to look at her turned her on. Oh boy, did it turn her on.

She touched her pussy as she lay there in the tub. She closed her eyes and leaned back as she slowly rubbed her clit. She still had the excitement from earlier in the afternoon, and now everything came to a boil and she quickly had an orgasm. She moaned softly, stifling the sound because she was afraid he might hear her. She thought of how she often masturbated on the bed with the lights on.

She liked to do it sometimes when she was reading in bed. She always did it in the dark if she still felt tense when it was time to sleep. She tried to remember the last time she had done it on the bed with the lights on. A long time ago, actually. She hadn't had time to read at night in a long time, and maybe Ryan had never seen it.

Maybe he'd never seen her masturbate. She hoped he hadn't. She told herself that wasn't anything a boy should see.

But he'd certainly seen her fucking Paul just a few nights ago. She can't hide from that, she thought. He'd certainly seen her with Paul.

She imagined Ryan watching them. She tried to remember what she and Paul had done that night. Then she told herself what difference did it make, it was always the same. Sucking and fucking. She and Paul did what a man and woman did together in a bedroom. Only the woman usually didn't have her teenaged son watching them.

And now she knew about, it and the idea of it filled her with excitement.

Would every woman be like that? Would they be as excited as she was? She didn't think so. She told herself it was awful. You're an awful mother, she thought. It was awful to be turned on by what Ryan had done. And by what he was doing right now. She knew he was inside that closet waiting for her. His eye at the peephole. She knew he was waiting for her to show herself naked and she also knew she would do just that. She would come out of the bathroom and show him everything he wanted to see. A shudder ran through her and then she shuddered again as she slipped three fingers inside her cunthole to fuck her pussy with her hand. I can't help it, she thought. It's not my fault and I can't help it.

When she finally walked out of the bathroom, she'd regained her composure. Her body wrapped in a large towel, she sat down at her dressing table. She was calm now. The river had been crossed. If the boy hungered to see her that much, she would show herself to him. He was her own son, her own flesh and blood, and she would show him everything.

She knew he was watching her. A slight sound on the other side of the wall between their rooms confirmed it. Ryan was in the closet with his eye at the peephole.