Nick Eastwood: Peeping naughty mom

She was using one of those tricks right now, rimming her ultrasensitive joy button with the tip of her finger. It felt very good, and she was just about to get carried away on a hot tide of pleasure when something warned her to look at the keyhole. Sure enough, it was dark. Jeff was spying on her again. And this time he had a much better view of the action.

Janet's tall big-titted body wasn't shielded by the bathtub this time. She was stretched out stark naked on the bed, and she knew the boy could see the wet pink flesh of her slit. He could see her rimming her joy button. There couldn't be any doubt in his mind about what she was doing. Janet realized all this, but she didn't stop. Somehow she just couldn't. She needed to come too badly.

So, dammit, let him watch. There wasn't a place in this house where she could get complete privacy, and she knew she couldn't go all summer without a climax. Besides that, she was getting that kinky excitement again, actually getting turned on by knowing her adolescent son was watching her. It was crazy, it was indecent, but she just couldn't quit.

She let her head loll back on the pillows, closed her eyes, and surrendered to her fantasy. All the while she was aware that Jeff's eyes were on her, but at the same time she was reliving those kinky moments when his father had taught her to play with herself. She'd never forget those sensuous evenings on their king-size bed when Darin had showed his teenage bride how to get herself off.

First he'd demonstrated, using his own fingers, showing her half a dozen ways to come just by rubbing and rimming and probing and pumping. Then he'd had her do it herself, sometimes guiding her hand with his. On the first attempt she'd been clumsy, hut she'd gotten off all six times. Six times in a row – it was marvelous! And incidentally Darin got off, too, jacking off while he watched her.

As she relived those times, her pussy was getting hotter and hotter, and her circling finger was soaked with her gushing cream. It was time to move on to the next trick. Rimming her clit was just a way of getting warmed up. To make herself climax she was going to use her favorite technique of all. She made her middle finger stiff and started easing it up her smoking little cunt.

She'd never forget the first time Darin did that to her. Of course he'd already taken her cherry and taught her to love the stiff hard thrusts of his cock, but it came as a surprise when he also got her off with his finger. Janet had been a very innocent bride and hadn't even known about masturbation. When Darin glided his thick middle finger into her greedy little cunt, she'd gone wild with excitement.

He pumped it just like a cock, thrusting deep into her, giving her hot stabs of pleasure. She'd been utterly helpless. She'd just lain there with her legs wide open, gurgling and squealing, soaking his pistoning finger with her scalding cream. In just a minute or so she was coming like gangbusters. And Darin had been so proud of his work and so turned on that he'd had her suck him off.

But that was a whole other story. Right now she was sticking to finger-fucking. She was jerking her stiff middle finger fast in her juice slick cunt, driving herself closer and closer to orgasm, all the while very much aware that she was being watched. She just wondered what was going through Jeff's mind right now. Was he getting turned on, or was he shocked?

Whatever his reaction, there wasn't much she could do about it. She had to come or go crazy with frustration. That was all she could think about right now. She worked her finger faster and faster in her famished pussy hole, till she was hovering on the edge of climax. A few more deep hungry thrusts and she was over, her body convulsing with ecstasy.

She thought she heard a hoarse groan outside the door, but she couldn't be sure. She was writhing all over the bed, moaning and squealing as she finger-fucked herself into a delicious orgasm. All that mattered was coming, wringing the last drop of pleasure from her body-wracking climax. Darin had been a good teacher, all right. Too bad he hadn't been a good husband.

As she came down from her orgasm, Janet thought sadly of her brief marriage and wondered if it could have lasted. Probably not, with the difference in their ages. Darin was old enough to be her father. But they'd had so much fun together until she learned about all the other women. Even a horny teenage bride hadn't been enough for him. He'd had to fuck everything in skins. First Janet had heard the rumors, and then she started catching him in the act.

He'd actually bring women home and fuck them in the bed he shared with Janet. He needed more than one woman to be happy, he told her – he needed many, many women. That was fine, Janet had replied, only include her out. She'd packed and left, and she'd never trusted a man since then, never let one go all the way with her, not till she met Russ.

She wondered if Russ knew all the kinky sex tricks that Darin had known. She wished he was there right now, watching her as she stroked her pussy, his cock growing obscenely thick and hard. That image turned her on like crazy, and she felt her lust returning in full force.

She started playing with herself again, only this time she fantasized an adventure with Russ instead of Darin. That was a nice change, and it got her hot very fast. She seized her elk between her thumb and forefinger and began to knead it, giving herself hot stabs of pleasure. She fantasized that it was Russ' fingers, not hers, doing the sensuous kneading. He was masturbating her, watching her, and getting violently turned on and of course Janet was getting very turned on, too.

The line between fantasy and reality faded, and she closed her eyes and drifted off, actually forgetting that she was being watched. She was intent on rolling and rubbing her pulsating joy button between her fingers, working herself steadily and deliciously toward climax. Only it was Russ doing it to her, which made it far more exciting.

Outside the bedroom door her son Jeff knelt and peered through the keyhole. His face was flushed, he was breathing harshly, and the fly of his jeans was open, letting his absolutely rigid cock stick out. It wouldn't stay in his pants any longer. It had felt ready to burst as he watched his beautiful mother play with herself. In fact he'd already jacked off once, but his prick had stayed hard as steel.

Until this year Jeff hadn't viewed his mother as a sexy lady. She was just mom. But now that he was interested in sex and girls, he realized what a gorgeous female she was. When she went to take her bath, he just couldn't resist taking a peek at her through the keyhole. He couldn't see much till she stepped out of the tub, and then he'd gotten only a brief look at her naked body. But that was enough to make his cock mushroom into stiffness. Then when Janet went into her bedroom, the view got a whole lot better.

Jeff had watched with rapidly mounting excitement as she dropped her towel and walked naked to the bed. Her ass was small, firm and undulating, and her dark hair hung almost to her waist. As she stretched out on the bed he got a great view of her big firm tits and the dark puff of her bush. Then to his surprise and delight she slid a hand between her legs and began playing with herself.

This was more than Jeff had hoped for. He watched her rimming her clit and gurgling with pleasure, her pretty face contorting into a lusty grimace. The more excited she got, the more his cock swelled, till finally he had to take it out and pump it. As Janet reached her first climax, finger-fucking herself and howling, Jeff jacked off, jetting his come against the door.

He wasn't able to stifle his groan of pleasure, but she didn't seem to have heard it. She started playing with herself again almost right away, as if one climax hadn't been enough to satisfy her. Jeff's lust returned in full force as he watched her take her clit between thumb and forefinger and start kneading it. She seemed to be fantasizing about some guy, too.