Kathy Andrews - Peeping tom mom

Her tits were, she was pleased to see, a hundred times prettier, firmer, curvier, sweeter than those of the woman her son had been peeking at.

Peggy opened her jeans and shoved them dawn. They were tight on her hips, and she had to wiggle her ass a bit. She drew them from her feet and they joined the shirt and bra. She stood before the mirror wearing her tight bikini panties, examining her body critically, searching for flaws and finding none.

Her waist was narrow and small, hardly any change since her high school days as a cheerleader. Her stomach was flat, with only the slightest hint of a curve to it. Her belly button was a perky, attractive dimple. A very thin but dark line of hair came from her belly button and disappeared into the elastic of her bikini panties. Peggy rolled the tight panties down, bending to kick free of them, her tits hardly moving, they were so firm and tight.

Her hips rounded outward in a feminine, yet slim way, blending gracefully with her very long, slim thighs. As she placed her knees together, the flesh met sweetly. The hair of her cunt was dark, long and still curly. Although her cunt was quite hairy, hers was nothing like the woman's she had seen tonight, the one that fascinated her son so very much. The hair on Peggy's cunt was thick, a most beautiful triangle. Where some women found it necessary to trim and shave their cunt hair, Peggy had no reason for that. Her cunt hair grew in straight three-sided perfection.

Peggy spread her feet on the floor, and the mirror reflected her body. The pink of her cunt was exposed as she arched her hips forward, the thick curls parting to expose her pussy. Again she looked at herself in profile.

Her ass swelled out teasingly front her waist, curving into her thighs. The crack between those rounded cheeks looked deep and inviting, hot and eager. Turning her back to the mirror, she looked over her shoulder, and gave herself a playful wink, shaking her pretty ass.

"Idiot," she whispered to herself, jerking the sheets down on the bed, then going around and turning off all the lights. The night was too warm for a blanket, so she pulled the sheet up to her neck, turned onto her side, drawing her knees up and shoving her hands between her thighs.

It was a long time before Peggy could sleep.

For two days Peggy followed her son around when he slipped out at night.

She watched him closely at home, trying to detect any signs of abnormality. All she found was a normal, healthy young boy, but a boy who was peeking into lighted windows at night.

One day, while he was gone, she searched his room carefully but had no idea what she could be looking for. His nocturnal wanderings had aroused her curiosity. She found a few things that would interest a boy his age a couple of centerfold pictures of naked women, a few books intended to arouse, a rubber still in the tin foil. Nothing at all unusual for a boy like him.

Peggy wasn't sure her son could come. He was still so very young. But the ability to come had nothing to do with interest in sex or looking at naked women.

Peggy was often outspoken and blunt. She was not hesitant to discuss such intimate subjects as sex. But after searching her son's room, she realized she had been neglecting his education in this vital area. The school, she knew very well, failed in this area of teaching. Most schools left that up to the parents, as if they were too ashamed to mention the very word sex.

She decided to set Jeff down and have a long talk.

But it was her son who did most of the talking.

That evening, after dinner, she sat next to him on the luxuriously soft couch. She took her son's hand and said, "We have to talk about something, honey."

Jeff lifted his wide, innocent eyes to hers, and Peggy felt at a loss for words.

"You wanna talk about sex, Mom?"

Peggy felt her heart flip-flop.

"Well, yes… I think we should, don't you?"

"Sure!" Jeff replied eagerly, his eyes shining. "Are we going to talk about boys or girls?"

His eagerness was contagious, and Peggy smiled at him. "I'm sure you want to talk about girls," she said, her voice strangely husky.

"Yeah!"

In a faltering voice, Peggy began by telling her son she knew what he was doing on those nights he slipped out of the house. She thought he would be embarrassed, but instead Jeff became quite excited.

"I sure see some funny things, Mom," he said, the excitement obvious in his voice. "You should see the things I do! I saw this woman, a teacher, all naked and playing with herself. And that's not all, either. I saw a girl, babysitting, I think, and she had her boyfriend over and she done a lot of things with him."

Peggy knew her son was controlling the conversation now, and his eagerness, his intense excitement, his total lack of embarrassment or shame clutched at her emotions. She observed his excitement and found that, too, becoming contagious. She was surprised to find herself becoming excited, to find her tits swelling, her cunt twitching.

"And there's a man and his wife. I think it's his wife. I've never seen her around town. And, Mom, they were doing it! I saw them doing it!"

She thought briefly of asking him what "doing it" meant, but was afraid Jeff might tell her, and tell her in a way she could not fail to understand.

Jeff went on and on about that, about watching the man and the woman "doing it". The more he talked, the more excited he became. Peggy dipped her gaze and saw her son had a hard-on bulging against the front of his pants. He was working himself up, becoming more and more excited as he told her of seeing the man put "it" in the woman and how they moved and all of it.

Strangely enough, Peggy was becoming intensely excited herself. She wasn't sure if it was because of her son's excitement or the way he described what he had seen. Probably a little of both, she thought.

Then he said, "Come with me, Mom. You can see them doing it, too! It's fun to watch. Come with me, please!"

Peggy felt herself wanting to, and thought she was losing her mind. Go walking around in the dark of night and peeping into windows, secretly watching the private activities of others? Yes, she admitted to herself, it could be exciting. She had a curiosity about what people did when they thought no one was looking. Before she knew it, she was nodding her head in agreement.

As the evening wore on, she found herself becoming as excited as Jeff, hardly able to wait until it was dark enough and late enough. She drank two tall glasses of iced tea and almost went out for cigarettes, a habit she had quit a number of years ago. The fluttering in her heart and the swelling heat between her thighs was bothersome. In fact, she changed her panties twice in one hour because they had become so soaked with her seeping fuck juices. Jeff, going on and on about what they might see, seemed oblivious of his bulging hard-on. His prick swelled against his pants, almost in perfect outline, and Peggy kept shifting her gaze from his cock, only to find she was staring once again.

At midnight, they left the house. Peggy wore a shirt that buttoned down the front and her tight jeans. She even thought about tying a handkerchief over her lower face and giggled about the dramatic idea.

Jeff slipped his hand into hers as they walked, and he walked swiftly, dragging her because she was holding back. Jeff had been peeping into windows for some time before she had discovered it, and he seemed to know just where to go. He didn't search for lighted windows. He passed up some with the comment there was nothing interesting there. They walked past the schoolteacher's house, although her bedroom was lit up.

"This is where I saw the man and his wife," he whispered as they came to a corner house. "And, look, Mom! There's a light in the bedroom! Come on, we don't wanna miss anything!"