Nick Eastwood: Peeping naughty mom

"Unnnhhhhhh, I'm coming, whaaahhhh!" she screamed.

"Take my come, baby, aaaggghhhh!" Russ roared, pounding his jizz into her sucking womb.

Janet almost blacked out with pleasure as she experienced her first cock-induced orgasm in ten years. No, her fingers just couldn't give her this kind of ecstasy – no way in the world! And now that Russ had broken through her resistance and brought her back to normal love-making, she wanted to glut herself on it. If only she was free to do nothing but make love to him!

"Janet," he said as they finally rolled apart, "there's no question in my mind. I think we oughta get married right away."

Janet sighed loudly. "I wish we could, Russ," she said. "I know I want to marry you, but it can't be right away. There's Jeff, remember?"

"Oh, yes," Russ sighed, "I'd forgotten about Jeff."

Jeff was Janet's son, the product of her only other experience with sex. She'd been married when she was only a teenager, to a much older man. The marriage hadn't lasted long.

So, very reluctantly, she'd allowed Jeff's father to have custody of him. She had a long way to go before she could support the boy. She still had college, getting her teaching credentials, finding a good job. But she had visiting rights, and every summer Jeff came to stay with her. She hadn't missed a summer yet, and she didn't intend to.

Now she was dying to many Russ, frantic for more sex with him, but all that would have to wait. She intended to devote her whole summer to her son, as she always did. She'd just have to bury her needs again, go without sex, because no way was she going to be carrying on an affair with Jeff in the house. The wedding would have to wait, too. She couldn't be on a honeymoon plus give Jeff the attention he needed. She explained all this to Russ, and he had to agree, even though he was very disappointed.

"Well, I'll go with my original plans, then," he told her. "I'll spend the summer in Berkeley taking some refresher courses. I don't think I could stay in this town and keep my hands off you."

Janet was glad of his decision, because it was going to be equally hard for her to keep her hands off him. If he was still in town, she'd be tempted to sneak over to his place after Jeff was asleep and get the love-making she needed so badly. This way there wouldn't be any temptation. There'd just be mother and son.

Jeff was due to arrive the day after school let out, and Janet was at the airport to meet him. As the crowd poured out of the plane, she noticed a tall, handsome, blond teenager and thought how attractive he was, then continued scanning for Jeff. To her astonishment the teenage boy ran over to her and hugged her.

"Hi, Mom," be exclaimed.

Janet jumped back and stared at him. Sure enough, it was Jeff. She just hadn't recognized him, he'd matured so much. He was taller, and his body was taking on the shape of a mature male. He wasn't exactly grown up, yet he wasn't a little kid any more. Somehow Janet hadn't expected him to change so fast, and she wasn't prepared for it. She'd imagined a summer of mother and son, the way it had always been, and she wasn't prepared to deal with a teenager.

"Jeff, honey, I hardly recognized you," she stammered.

"Yeah, I grew about a foot last year," Jeff said proudly. "You sure look pretty, Mom."

"Uh, thank you, dear," Janet said. "Let's go find your luggage."

On the drive home from the airport she realized that Jeff was looking at her in a different way than before. He was seeing her as an attractive female, not just as his mother. That made Janet uncomfortable. She wished he hadn't matured so fast.

Obviously she needed a few moments to herself, to think things over, and when they got to the house she told Jeff she was going to take a bath and to just make himself at home. After all, he knew his way around that house just fine. Besides, some of her best thinking got done in the bathtub. With a sigh of relief she closed the bathroom door and began to run the water in the tub. Without Jeff's distracting presence she might be able to get her thoughts together.

She quickly stripped and sank down into the warm water, feeling more relaxed right away. But maybe that wasn't such a good thing. Now that she was starting to get her mind off Jeff, she was becoming more aware of the needy hot feeling in her pussy. She had a quick flashback of last night, Russ' steel-stiff cock pounding in her juice-slick cunt, and she moaned with need.

It soon became obvious that before she could do any clear thinking, she'd have to take care of her burning lust. Luckily she was very experienced at doing that. She slid a hand down between her thighs and began stroking the juicy swollen flesh of her pussy. It wouldn't take long to get herself off, and then maybe she could think of something else besides how horny she was.

"Mmmmmm, yesssss," she sighed, giving herself hot flashes of pleasure with her probing finger.

That was when she happened to glance at the keyhole and see it go dark.

Janet blushed brick red and slid down into the bath water till only her head was visible. There she'd been masturbating, her face all twisted in a lusty grimace, her hand busy between her legs, and Jeff had been watching her. She could have died of mortification. On the other hand, she felt a wicked excitement that made her cream like crazy.

What was the matter with her? Why should she get turned on because her teenage son was spying on her while she played with herself? That was really sick, she told herself. Yet she felt her tits swelling up taut and her nipples stiffening, as they always did when she was aroused.

Well, if she couldn't control her outrageous lust, she'd better get out of the bathtub and do something else. There wasn't any way she could keep Jeff from looking as she stood up and grabbed for a towel. She didn't want him to know that she was aware of his spying. That would just be too embarrassing. Quickly she wrapped the towel around her and headed for the door. The keyhole went light again and she heard scurrying in the hall.

She gave the boy a second to duck into his own room. She didn't want to embarrass him, either. Then she entered her bedroom and closed the door. She'd planned to get dressed, but there was still that burning need in her pussy. She knew he had to do something about it or she wouldn't be able to think straight. She dropped the towel and headed for her bed.

This was a scene Janet had repeated many times in her years alone. Stretched out naked on the bed, stroking her fever-hot pussy, she'd relieve her pent-up lusts in the only way available to her. It didn't seem very satisfactory now. She'd much rather have had Russ with her, thrusting his stiff cock in her juicy, eager twat. But that couldn't be.

She gave a sigh of longing and once more slid a hand between her legs. With the tip of her index finger she began to circle her clit, the most sensitive spot of all. She felt delicious rushes of pleasure as she rimmed the throbbing lump, and her hot cuntal juices began to seep out and run down the crack of her ass. She gurgled with delight as she skillfully worked her way toward an urgently needed orgasm.

Like many women, Janet couldn't masturbate without a fantasy. Her problem was, it was always the same one. Up to last night, she'd only made love with one man in her whole life, and it was him she always daydreamed about when she played with herself. Whatever else she could say about Darin Lawson, he had been a superb lover.

Now she was reliving the first days of her marriage to Darin, a much older and very experienced man. Darin had actually taught her to masturbate. He had to be away on business a lot, and, he said, he wanted to make sure she was never horny while he was gone. He showed her a bunch of tricks that would keep her from needing another man.