Kathy Andrews - My peeping mom

A small gasp bubbled from her when the man shoved his jockey shorts down, exposing his cock and balls.

"Oooooh," Janice murmured softly as her eyes blazed with desire. His cock was almost hard, becoming very thick and long with a beautiful, smoothly swollen head. His balls, she could see, were quite hairy. "I'd love to have that!" she whispered into the darkness.

The man grasped his cock and pumped it a few times. His prick became very hard then, a good eight inches long, she judged. The head was so lovely, so deliciously smooth, Janice ran her tongue about her lips with eagerness. Her eyes fixed upon his cock and balls as he began to work his fist back and forth, his face still expressing deep thought, as if he were jacking off without a conscious thought of doing so.

Her cunt steamed and her clitoris became painfully inflamed. The sight of that gorgeous cock sent spasms of desire flooding her body. Her cunt seemed to suck inward with a flexing convulsion, and she had the distinct sensation of being on the brink of an orgasm.

Still sliding his fist back and forth on his cock, the man used his other hand to shove his shorts down. They disappeared below the sill of the window as the man turned. Janice gazed at his ass, thinking it was the most beautiful ass she had ever seen on a man. It was muscular, the cheeks tight. Another moan came to her as she watched the man move about the bedroom, still jerking on his cock, moving about as if he were searching for something. His balls swayed from the movement of his hand.

The man sat on the edge of his bed, still pumping on his cock, his expression changing into one of pleasure. He leaned back on his elbow, his eyes now watching as he jacked up and down his prick. Janice saw his hips move occasionally, an upthrust of his hips as he began to jack off with a faster motion. Again he was on his feet, moving about the room, always in her view. His fist never missed a beat. The head of his cock was even more swollen than before, and she was certain he dripped from the piss hole. Light caught it, making the juices glisten. Now and then the man would cup his balls, give them a squeeze as he beat his cock.

Janice had never seen a man jack off before. She had never had the opportunity to see a man jack his cock. It was an amazing sight to her, thrilling and erotic to watch this man masturbate. She could not resist shoving a hand under her gown and press it between her thighs, holding her steaming cunt. The palm of her hand became moist and slippery as her pussy seeped, and she began to rub up and down, exerting pressure on her swollen clitoris. She was trembling with desire as she watched him closely.

Finally, the man moved to the window, facing it as though unconcerned that he was exposed. His face was contorting as his fist flew back and forth on his cock. He arched forward, as though trying to shove his cock from it. The snorting gasps he made came clearly to Janice. From the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of the girl climbing into her bed, drawing the sheet up over her naked body.

But the girl was forgotten as Janice concentrated on the man, who was standing at the window and jacking off. His excitement was evident to her, his body trembling, his hips moving. He seemed to be holding his fist still now, fucking back and forth into his palm.

She was conscious of the light going off in the girl's bedroom, but her attention was fixed upon the man who was now jacking off with a swiftly moving fist. His hips were arched outward and his face was screwed up tightly. He grasped his balls in one hand, and it looked to Janice as though he were squeezing them painfully.

"Uh… uh… uh!" she heard him grunt, his fist moving faster and faster. "Uhhuhhhh!"

Janice could not hold back the sudden gurgle that bubbled from her as the man suddenly came off. She saw the pearl-white come juice fly from his cock, land upon the windowsill. The globs of come juice continued to spurt, his fist jerking frantically. The spewing of his come juice, squirting from that piss hole, sent her cunt into a spasm. Janice almost doubled over with the intensity of it.

Her cunt grew tight, and then she realized she had penetrated her pussy with a finger. The lips of her hairy cunt squeezed and sucked at her finger as she clutched her stomach with her other hand, moaning in a wailing sound. Her eyes, almost glazed with ecstasy, remained fixed upon the squirting cock.

She was hardly aware when the light went out in that bedroom.

She continued to sit there, her eyes gazing out into the darkness. What she had seen the man do was a first.

She had seen him walk about his bedroom in his shorts before, but this was the first time she had seen his cock and balls, and watch him jack off.

After a time, she got out of her chair and climbed into her own bed.

Surely the man and girl realized they could have been seen, she thought. They had not pulled their drapes since moving in. They knew, certainly, that those bedrooms faced Janice's house.

There was no wife or mother that she had seen. The two apparently lived alone. The man was tall and very good-looking, and always wore a suit when he went off to work. On the few times she happened to see him when he came home, they would nod and greet each other. The man had a wonderful, smile for her when they saw each other.

The girl was always friendly, too. She was very cute and bubbling, with an outgoing personality. Janice wondered if her son Bobby had made friends with the girl yet. But he was so involved with other things, baseball and other sports. Bobby had shown no interest in girls as yet, but that didn't disturb Janice.

He was at the age where most boys preferred the company of each other to that of girls. He was a good son, though. He had accepted his mother's divorce from his father much better than she would have suspected. But then, her ex-husband had never shown much affection or care for Bobby.

She wondered if Bobby jacked off, if he was even old enough to come. She had limited knowledge of such things. Janice, as a very small girl, had experienced orgasms, but she had heard boys didn't until they reached a certain age in their teens.

It was something she would never know, she thought. She certainly couldn't ask Bobby if his cock squirted. That might embarrass him, and he probably wouldn't tell her anyway.

Janice suddenly sat up in bed, her eyes wide.

Thinking of her son had created such stimulation between her legs, she had almost come again. She drew her knees up tight against her tits, hugging them with her chin resting there. In her mind she had transformed the man across the fence into her son, and she imagined watching Bobby jack off.

For a moment she was ashamed of her thoughts. But they were pleasant to contemplate. The idea of her son jacking off before a window sent her flesh to shivering. An idea suddenly appealed to her. But there was no way she could observe her son jacking off.

But if he couldn't come off, surely he played with himself sometimes. Boys and girls did that, experimenting, making themselves feel good. She had done so as a child, and she had heard of other girls doing so, too. Boys weren't that different from girls. She had read a book when she was in her teens, a book of a girl's school. Those girls in that book certainly enjoyed themselves under the cover of darkness. There was even one scene where two girls had fingered each other to orgasms.

Boys did the same things, Janice was sure. She lay back in bed, closing her eyes. Drawing her knees up, she tried to go to sleep. But even as she began to drift into slumber, the image of her son jacking off before a lighted window still burned within her.

She cupped a hand between her thighs.

Janice was getting out of her car the next afternoon. She had bundles in her arms as she swung one foot from the open door.