Nick Eastwood - Peeping naughty mom

Janet and Jeff finally got around to eating their picnic lunch, and she debated whether or not to tell him about the stranger. She decided not to. It would just be her little secret. It might not be a good idea to let her son know just how kinky she could be.

Not that she had a monopoly on kinkiness. Jeff could have taken a few prizes himself. After all, he was Darin's son, and he'd been well taught by Lisa. As they drove home, he said to Janet, "Hey, I know what let's do tonight, Mom. Let's go on a prowl."

"A prowl?" Janet said. "What's that?"

"Well, that's what Lisa and I call it," he grinned. "We dress in dark clothes and sneak around the neighborhood and check out the action."

Janet blushed. "You mean you and Lisa go out peeping?" she asked.

"You got it," he leered. "How about it, Mom, you wanta go with me?"

"I'll have to think about it," Janet said, feeling pretty flustered.

She was a highly respected school teacher in that little town. What if people were to find out that she was also a peeper and that she was having a kinky affair with her own teenage son? She'd lose her job for sure. Yet what were the chances of being caught, if she and Jeff were really careful? The more Janet thought about the idea of a "prowl", the more it excited her.

She'd gotten so turned on watching the neighbor couple make love, and she'd really like to peep again. By the time night came, she could hardly contain her eagerness. Jeff went to his room and changed into a black shirt and cap. Apparently he'd brought his peeping clothes along with him. He emerged and looked at Janet impatiently.

"Well, Mom, you coming or not?" he asked. "We're wasting time. People will be asleep pretty soon."

Jeff came with her and helped her select the dark things she needed, and then they slipped out into the alley. Janet felt like a naughty little kid, yet she knew she wasn't going to turn back. Jeff led the way down the alleys of the neighborhood, but at first there wasn't much to be seen – kids doing their homework, a few people reading in bed. Janet was discovering that peeping wasn't all that easy.

Once they paused outside and uncurtained bedroom window and watched a woman taking off her clothes, but she was middle-aged and fat, no treat to look at. Later they caught a couple kissing and starting to undress. That looked promising, but the wife remembered to pull the shades before the heavy action got started. Jeff and Janet moaned with disappointment.

It took almost an hour before they found just what they were looking for. They were going down an alley behind a motel, and they paused outside a brightly lit and open window. Inside a woman was pacing the floor, as if impatiently waiting for somebody. Janet recognized her as the mayor's wife, a slender redhead in her mid-thirties.

What was Alice Benson doing in a motel room at that time of night? Janet seethed with curiosity. On the dresser she saw a dark wig, indicating that Alice had come to the motel in disguise. That made things even more interesting. Poor Alice was really getting frantic, lighting one cigarette after another and consulting her wristwatch over and over again. Then there was a knock on the door, and she almost jumped out of her high-heeled shoes.

She hurried to open the door, and a man rushed inside, his collar turned up, his hat pulled down over his fate. He chain-locked the door, then removed his hat and coat. Janet barely stifled a gasp of surprise. The man George Benson, the mayor's brother! Alice was keeping a secret meeting with her own brother-in-law. And to Janet's astonishment, they fell into each other's arms, kissing hotly.

"Oh, my gosh," Janet breathed.

George Benson, a burly guy in his forties, ran the family business, a gas station and repair shop, and he had a pleasant plump wife and a whole herd of kids. He belonged to all kinds of clubs and did charity work and was a big shot in his church. No one would have dreamed he was having an affair with his sister-in-law. And of course nobody would have suspected the mayor's socialite wife of cheating.

"Where have you been, George?" Alice asked as they came up for air. "I was frantic."

"Aw, one of the kids skinned his knee and I had to take him to the doctor," George said. "Seems like something always makes me late. I wish we could just see each other like normal people."

"But we can't," Alice sighed, "and at least you got here. I guess this is the best we can do."

That was true, Janet thought. Neither one of them was about to get a divorce. In this small town it would create a terrible scandal if the mayor's wife ran off with his brother. In fact it would be a terrible scandal if they were even caught in this motel room. So the attraction between Alice and George had to be pretty hot. They were risking everything they had in order to be together.

Alice poured them a couple of straight shots of whiskey from a flask, and then they started to undress. Janet began to feel aroused. She and Jeff were leaning against somebody's back fence to watch, and she felt like she was settling down for an X-rated film. Her eyes darted to George's crotch as he stripped down to his shorts.

He was a big guy, and he was very well hung, his cock massive and thick like the rest of him. Alice eyed his prick and gave a lusty shiver, then hurried to take off the rest of her clothes. She had a slender firm body, and she was in very good shape for a woman her age. George watched her remove her bra and panties, then gave a lusty growl and lifted her onto the king-size motel bed.

Alice and George didn't waste any time. They probably didn't have much time, so they went right to work. George rolled onto his back, his massive hairy chest rising like a mountain, his huge hard cock standing at right angles to his belly. Alice straddled him backwards, her pert little ass practically in his face, her glistening red-glossed lips poised right over the swollen head of his cock.

"Oh, boy, sixty-nine," Jeff whispered. "I really go for that."

Just tile thought of being naked and in bed with her handsome son was enough to make her wildly horny. But she knew she was going to get a lot more horny before they reached home. There was a very exciting scene before her in that motel room. Alice stuck out her tongue and began to swirl it all over the big purple head of George's cock.

"Ahhhh, yeah, baby, that feels great," the big man sighed.

Her tongue was busy and eager, coating his massive prick head with her hot spit, lapping up the thick globs of cream that oozed from his piss hole. Alice was hungry for his cream, and she didn't try to hide it. Janet could really identify with that. She adored lapping up Jeff's salty juices and felt like she could never get enough of them.

She was sure Alice was drooling all over George's prick as she gobbled his juice. As each bubble of cock creak emerged from that dark cleft, she speared at it with the pointed tip of her tongue, then rolled it around in her mouth, savoring it. Then she gulped it down and went for more. George lay there red-faced with excitement, ogling her juicy pink slit.

"Yeah, honey, eat all that juice," he growled. Her pussy was practically in his face, and he was studying the stuffed pink flesh and its fringe of reddish curls. Alice was a real redhead, Janet discovered. George was panting on her pussy, glassy-eyed with arousal, like a kid trying to decide which candy to choose from a box of chocolates. He finally decided to go for the whole thing.

George was lashing his big wet tongue all over her swollen pussy, giving her delicious rushes of pleasure. Janet watched and shivered with need. She'd love to have been in Alice's place just then, feeling that juicy hot flesh on her lust-engorged gash. Thick cream began to spurt from Alice's cunt mouth, and George gave a lusty snort and gobbled it up as fast as he could get it.