Donna Allen: See mom suck

Ryan was afraid to breathe. He had his eyes against the peephole, and he was afraid she'd hear his breathing or the pounding of his heart. His mother was on the other side of the wall, and she was beginning to undress. He'd been waiting almost an hour for her to come up to her bedroom. Now it was starting, and he was going nuts with excitement.

It wasn't the first time. He'd made the peephole about a month ago and he'd been able to see her naked a dozen times. But each time the excitement was as intense as the first time. His mother had become his obsession. He'd always had fantasies about her, but ever since he started watching her through the peephole he'd been thinking about nothing else.

She had her blouse off now. Her name was Jennifer and she was a beautiful woman in her prime. She kept her dark hair cut short in a boyish style that revealed the elegance of her face and neck. She had a trim athletic body with solid tits. The soft white bra she now wore was filled to capacity, the lace strained and sheer enough to show the shadows of her nipples.

Ryan knew all about her bras. The soft filmy bras and the more substantial bras she sometimes wore with certain clothes. Size thirty-six with a C cup. He wanted the bra off now. He wanted her tits swinging, hanging, and the light brown nipples visible. He never failed to be excited by her tits. He was young and he'd had girls, but he'd never had a girl with tits as beautiful as his mother's.

As she usually did, she removed the bra before undressing any farther. Unhooking the back, pulling the shoulder straps down, then peeling the cups away. Her tits were suddenly free, spilling out, jiggling as she moved to drop the bra into a drawer. Ryan thought her nipples were perfect. The areole weren't that large, but the points were as thick as a finger and long enough so that her nipples always looked stiff. He had daydreams about sucking them. They made his mouth water, and now as he watched her tits bobbing around, he pulled his cock out of his open fly and began stroking it.

Stripped to the waist as she was, his mother puttered around at her dresser awhile. She still wore the rest of her street clothes, a narrow skirt, nylons and heels. Ryan tried to calm himself as he waited for the rest of the show. Sometimes he thought his heart would explode, blast a hole right through the wall and he'd fall inside her bedroom at her feet.

Finally she started undressing again, unzipping her skirt, pulling and pushing it down over her ass and thighs and ultimately stepping out of it. Her ass was glorious, bulging in her dark brown pantyhose now, not too large, but round and firm and as mouth-watering as her tits. The split, the crack of her ass, looked deep and wonderful and Ryan wanted to bury himself in it.

He told himself he would gladly die suffocated by her ass. He would give his left arm to sniff the crack and his right arm to lick it.

Christ, you're crazy, he thought. You'll go bonkers and get taken away in a wagon. He told himself he didn't care one way or the other as long as he had some time to enjoy her ass and those gorgeous legs.

Finally she turned to face him and he could see her dark bush of cunt-hair pressed flat by her sheer pantyhose. Her pussy. So far he hadn't seen more than this. He hadn't seen the slit itself yet, neither the lips nor anything between. He had a magazine with a picture of a woman who resembled his mother, and in the photo the woman had her legs wide open to show all of her hairy cunt. Ryan treasured the photo because he imagined his mother's cunt was like that, full-lipped, hairy all the way down the slit, with a prominent clit and a slightly gaping cunthole. None of the girls he knew had cunts like that.

He continued stroking his cock, but slowly and carefully in order to avoid shooting off. He was afraid to come while he was in the closet with his eye at the peephole. He was afraid he'd make a noise and his mother would hear him. He was terrified she'd find out about his spying on her. She could be such a bitch sometimes when she was angry. They had a good relationship, but she never took any crap from him. She was too independent. She had divorced his father when Ryan was a baby and all these years she'd managed things herself. She and Ryan fought sometimes, but no matter what happened Ryan always adored her.

And he dreamed about her. Night dreams and daydreams. He dreamed about touching her and fucking her. He didn't want to think about fucking her now because it would make him come.

He watched her as she sat on the end of the bed to peel off her pantyhose. He was looking at her from the side, and he couldn't see between her legs. She always sat there. If only she'd sit on this side of the bed, she'd be facing him and he might see something. God, he loved her legs. She had long athletic legs.

She played lots of tennis and she was almost as good as he was. What he wanted at the moment was to get down there between her legs and suck her pussy-gash. He did it to his girlfriends sometimes and it always tuned him on. He was certain it would blow his mind if he ever did it to a woman like his mother. Sometimes he would spend an hour staring at that photo of the woman who looked like his mother and imagine himself sucking her hairy cunt.

Now his mother was naked, and she walked into the bathroom with a slight wiggle of her lovely ass. In a moment, Ryan heard her turn on the shower.

She had a date later with Paul Simpson, her current boyfriend. Paul was a businessman about forty, and he and Ryan's mother had been dating about a year. Ryan hated Paul. First, because he and Paul didn't get along that well, and second, because he knew that Paul was fucking his mother and he couldn't stand the idea of it.

He knew they were fucking because sometimes they did it in her bedroom and he could hear them. He also knew they were fucking because his mother had more or less admitted it once when she and Ryan were talking about her love life and how difficult it was to be a woman without a man. She didn't need a man for support.

She owned and managed a small travel agency and the business was successful. She said what she needed was companionship. And then she came right out and said she was also a healthy woman and she also needed men for sex.

"I don't want you to be jealous," she said. "It's been just the two of us all these years and I don't want you to be jealous if I have dater with men. You're old enough now to understand about men and women."

Yes, he was old enough. He stayed in the closet, waiting for her to come out of the shower, and then when she came out wrapped in a large towel, he pressed his eye to the peephole again and watched her get dressed for the date she had with Paul Simpson.

She put on black tonight, a black lace bra and black panties and then sheer black pantyhose and high-heeled black sandals. Then she spent twenty minutes seated in front of her vanity mirror doing her makeup.

Ryan thought about fucking her and then he thought about Paul Simpson fucking her. They did it in her bedroom sometimes when they came home late and she thought Ryan was asleep. Ryan had spent many a night going crazy with his ear pressed against the wall listening to them and trying to imagine what was going on. Since he'd made the peephole, they hadn't done it in her bedroom. Every time she went out with Paul Simpson, Ryan prayed they would come back to the house and fuck in her room. Tonight would be the same and he knew he'd be praying for the next three or four hours.

Finally she had her makeup completed and she was ready to finish dressing. Ryan loved watching her walk around in her underwear. She had such a gorgeous ass. He couldn't bear thinking of Paul Simpson's hands on her ass. Or any other man's hands. He couldn't stand it. He tried not to think about it, but the image of some guy's hands on her ass drove him crazy.