Nick Eastwood: Peeping naughty mom

It was the last day of school, and, as the final bell rang, Miss Lawson's English class let out a whoop of delight and thundered from the room. The teacher watched them go, wishing she shared their joy and relief.

Sighing, the statuesque brunette began to empty her desk drawers and pile her things into a cardboard box. Her pretty face was creased with a frown. She couldn't get her mind off her boyfriend, Russ Parker, and the things he was going to be expecting from her now that they'd be away from the classrooms and away from prying eyes. No, she wouldn't be able to hold out on Russ much longer.

She wasn't even sure she wanted to hold out. Russ, who taught chemistry in the same school, was a gentle and attractive man, the first male Janet had trusted in a long, long time. He obviously loved her, and it looked like they could make a good marriage together. But Janet just hadn't been able to take that first important step.

She jumped with surprise now as he stuck his head in the door and said, "Hello, beautiful. I hope our date's still on for tonight."

"Oh, yes, of course, Russ," Janet answered, blushing. "What time do you want to pick me up? Seven?"

"That's fine," he said, crossing the room and pulling her into his arms, "but I wish I could just take you home with me right now."

He kissed her hotly on the mouth and darted his tongue between her lips. Janet was always surprised at her reaction when he did that. Molten juice positively squirted from her cunt, soaking her panties, and her belly did lusty flip-flops. Her big tits went engorged, and her nipples stiffened and poked against Russ' chest. She just went totally out of control when he gave her those steamy tongue-kisses. That really embarrassed the prim young woman.

Still, she didn't want him to stop. She never did. Her conscience kept warning her that this could lead to a much more serious situation, a situation she might not be able to handle, yet she loved being pressed against his hard male body and feeling those tantalizing thrusts of his hot slick tongue.

"How about it, honey?" Russ asked, his voice hoarse with longing. "Will you come home with me right now?"

Janet almost said yes. She was starved for love-making. It had been ten years since she'd gone all the way with a man. But as Russ squeezed her again, she felt the rock-hard lump of his cock pressing her belly, and she panicked. She'd been hurt so badly the other time. She wasn't sure she was ready for fucking again. Blushing, she wriggled out of his embrace.

"Russ, I just have to think about it some more," she said.

He groaned with frustration. "You've been thinking about it for a year, Janet," he complained. "All right, I'll see you at seven."

He didn't kiss her again, and Janet knew he was really pissed off at her. She couldn't blame him. A few more refusals, and she would lose him to some other woman who was more eager to hop into bed. She didn't want to lose Russ. She made up her mind – tonight she'd go all the way with him no matter how scared she was. She just couldn't hold out on him any longer and expect to keep him.

Her mind made up, Janet finished packing and carried her things out to the parking lot. On the way home she tried to prepare her mind for what was going to happen. Ten years was a long time between men. She wasn't sure she even remembered the moves. But she knew her natural instincts would guide her.

She started creaming just thinking about it. No matter what else she had to say about her one and only experiment with sex, she'd enjoyed the fucking. And it had been hard as hell to go for a whole decade without it. There'd been many nights when she just couldn't contain her lust any longer and had had to play with herself. She'd become pretty good at it. But her fingers were never as good as a cock, and she never stopped thinking how badly she wanted to be fucked.

At home she showered for a long time, wanting to be perfectly fresh and inviting for Russ. She felt almost like a virgin getting ready for her wedding night. After drying off she put on a revealing low-cut evening dress and let her thick dark hair cascade freely down her back. She'd never looked so sexy for Russ before – and she knew exactly what effect she was going to have on him.

At seven promptly the doorbell rang, and when Janet opened the door Russ just stood there and stared at her. His eyes traveled hotly up her long shapely legs, curvy hips and tiny waist. They focused intently on the deep cleavage of her big ripe tits. He looked higher, and their eyes met.

"Damn you, Janet," he muttered, "you know how much I want you."

"Yes, Russ, I do," Janet said softly, "and that's why I suggest we put off dinner for a few hours and just stay at my place."

He gawked at her, and she had to lead him inside and over to the couch. She had a pitcher of martinis ready, and she poured drinks for both of them. She had a hunch they could both use a strong drink, and she was right. They practically gulped their martinis. Then Janet set the glasses aside and leaned forward to kiss Russ, sinking her velvety little tongue into his mouth.

It was the first time she'd ever initiated their love-making, and Russ reacted with a lusty shudder. He pulled her tighter against him, and, as usual, her nipples went engorged and rigid, poking against his chest. As they kissed, darting their tongues into each other's mouth, he ran his hands down from her shoulders and cupped her tits. Always before, when he'd done this, Janet had pulled away, but tonight she didn't.

She was nervous yet very excited as Russ began searching out the back zipper of her dress. She'd hardly let him do anything before, but tonight she was going to let him do it all. He got the zipper open and slid her dress down to her waist. Then he made short work of her lacey, full-packed bra. Janet felt the cool air hitting her naked tits and she gave a little whimper of alarm.

"Just relax, honey," he crooned, "you know I'd never hurt you. It won't be like it was before."

His big hot hands closed over her bare tits and began to squeeze and mold. Janet felt sizzling excitement. It had been ten years since a man had played with her tits. And she felt more and more that she could trust Russ. She'd told him all about her first experience, and he knew just what she was afraid of. He'd take good care of her. She tried to relax as he worked his thumbs over her big cone-shaped nipples and teased them into absolute rigidity.

"This isn't so bad, is it?" he grinned.

Janet shook her head shyly. She was still nowhere near letting herself go with him or any other man, but she had to admit it was very arousing to have him fondling her naked tits. The big globes were very sensitive, responding to even his most teasing and feathery touch.

Yes, one part of her wasn't afraid at all. One part of her just wanted to be fucked, fucked endlessly. Her pussy was on fire as she experienced a man's intimate touches for the first time in so many years. Of course her silly conscience went on squawking, but her pussy paid no attention. Russ leaned farther down and began to lick her nipples, and she couldn't suppress a gurgle of pleasure.

"Yeah, honey, it feels good, doesn't it?" he said hoarsely.

That was putting it mildly. Janet started creaming floods as he twirled the wet tip of his tongue around and around the rigid pink pillars, lathering her erect nipples with his hot spit. Her panties were absolutely soaked with the molten juice that flooded from her long denied cunt.

Well, no problem. Russ was well on his way to giving her everything she needed. He knew about her past and about her deep distrust of men, so he was going slowly, being very gentle with her – but she knew he was almost howling with horniness. She glanced down and saw a huge bulge at the fly of his pants. Some wild urge came over her, and she reached down and touched the lewd-looking lump, then drew back as if it had been a hot potato.