Kathy Andrews - My peeping mom

She looked up, still sitting in the seat, one leg out and the other in. The man from next door was waving to her. She smiled at him, but since her arms were filled, she could not wave back.

The man paused, looking at her. "Need some help?"

"No, thank you," she said, feeling a flush on her face. The skirt was high on her thighs, and Janice became aware that his eyes were gazing between her legs. His eyes were bold, unwavering.

For a long moment she sat there, frozen, knowing he could see the crotch of her panties. She could have drawn her foot back into the car, or stepped out completely. Yet she felt as if she had been rooted to the seat. Her flush deepened as the man continued to stare under her hiked-up skirt without a trace of shame.

With a shaking of her knees, she managed to get her other leg out and stand up. The skirt had caught on the door frame and pulled up. The man smiled with appreciation as her long, luscious thighs were exposed.

Furious, Janice jerked from the car, and heard a loud ripping sound. Her skirt had split. She held her bundles, not knowing what to do, face burning. Then, almost haughtily, she stomped to the front door, feeling his eyes on her exposed thighs and ass. What the man saw were those tantalizing thighs and the tightness of her bikini panties, the way her ass cheeks rippled as she walked. Without a backward glance, she entered her home and rushed to the kitchen.

Placing her bundles on the counter, Janice examined the damage to her skirt. Seeing the extent of the rip, she knew the man had seen her ass clearly. There was a sudden thrill, and her cunt pulsated. She was surprised at the sudden stab of pleasure in her body.

"Is that you, Mom?"

She looked up, holding her skirt.

Her son came into the kitchen, stopping suddenly with wide eyes. Again Janice was frozen. Her son stared at her, seeing her thighs and panties. Time seemed to have stood still for her, then she shoved the torn skirt down.

"Who else would be coming in without knocking?" she said, almost snapping at her son.

She detected a slight bulge in the front of his pants. With a shiver she realized it was what he had seen of her body that caused that bulge. Trying to hold the skirt together, she brushed past her son. Halfway down the hall, she turned and smiled.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said. "I didn't mean to sound so angry. I tore this damn dress getting out of the car, and it made me mad. I'm taking it out on you. I'm sorry."

She changed into a housedress and returned to put her purchases away.

Bobby tad gone off someplace, and she hoped he wasn't angry with her. She thought of the way his pants had bulged out as she stood with her skirt open, panties exposed. He had become excited, seeing her. Perhaps he could come, after all, she thought. If the sight of her exposure caused his cock to swell that way, maybe he was interested in girls, playing with his cock at night.

The thought excited Janice.

She began to hum and sing as she prepared dinner. By the time it was on the table, her son had returned.

They ate in silence, but Janice watched Bobby from the corner of her eyes. He seemed agitated, keeping his eyes from her body.

Later, after dark, she watched him go to his room after his nightly shower. He was in pajamas, and he had not kissed her good night as he usually did.

Perhaps he was embarrassed to have seen her that way, she thought. Or maybe he was embarrassed because his cock had become hard from seeing his mother's panties. Janice admitted to herself it had excited her, being seen by Bobby that way.

She bathed in the master bedroom, and then, placing a chair near the window in preparation of what would happen across the fence, she remembered she had left the television on in the living room. The movement in the lighted window next door caught her attention as she started from her bedroom. The girl was repeating her ritual of hair brushing. For a moment she almost decided to let the damn television go. Then she entered the hall and moved, quickly to the living room. She snapped the set off and started hurrying back down the hallway. Something caught her attention, a sound of some sort. It came from her son's bedroom. It sounded as if he were in pain, she thought.

His light was off. Opening his door quietly, she started to call out to Bobby. But he wasn't in his bed. She saw his shadowy figure near the window, and then she saw the girl across the fence.

Her son was watching.

Shaking with excitement, she had no idea her son had been seeing the same things she had. Her son stood there, his shoulders shaking in the dim light.

Hardly aware of what she was doing, Janice entered the room and walked up beside her son. She stood slightly behind him, hearing his heavy breathing as he gazed at the girl next door. The girl, so lovely with her honey blonde hair, was sitting on the bed with her slim legs wide, rubbing her cunt.

"Look, Mom," her son said, startling Janice.

"I see," she whispered. "How did you know I came in, honey?"

"I heard," he replied in a hoarse voice. "Look what that girl's doing."

"I know, Bobby. I've seen her do it before."

"You have? Me, too!"

Her son was excited, very excited. He didn't seem at all embarrassed about being caught looking.

Before she could stop herself, Janice said, "Do you like watching her?"

A soft groan came from her son. Shooting her eyes downward, she realized her son had his hand inside his pajamas.

She swayed toward her son, her shoulder brushing his. They stood side by side, watching, as the pretty blonde pulled the pillow beneath her naked body and started to fuck it.

"That excites you, don't it, Bobby?" she said in a very low, quivery voice.

"Yeah," her son grunted.

The urge to touch her son, put her hand on the front of his pajamas, feel his cock, was overwhelming. For a long moment she managed to resist, then she found her hand moving out. Whether Bobby knew what she was about to do or not, she didn't know. Both of them were gazing at the girl, seeing that tight, cute ass writhe and twist, heard the soft whimpers of pleasure coming across the fence.

Janice placed her palm against the front of her son's pajamas.

She heard Bobby gasp, but he didn't turn his head. She felt the roundness of his cock burning against her palm, and there was a wetness, too, but no movement. Then her son moved his hand. He's jacking off, she thought with a hot thrill. Bobby is jacking on his cock, and he can feel my palm against the head of his prick! I wonder if he would…

Janice moved her fingers, and Bobby turned loose of his cock. She closed her fingers about her son's prick through his thin pajama bottoms. She squeezed her son's cock.

Then Janice shoved her hand into his pajama bottoms, closing her hot hand around his prick. It was very, very hard, throbbing and quivering. She squeezed it hard enough to make her son gasp with delight. Then she moved her fist.

"Oh, Mom!" Bobby groaned, arching his hips forward as she slid her fist back and forth on his cock.

"Shhhhh!" she hissed. "You watch the girl… don't worry about what I'm doing. Just watch the girl with her pillow, darling."

The feel of his cock in her fist sent a ripple of erotic ecstasy shooting through her. Her knees became weak and her cunt twitched as if she were about to come. She traced her thumb over the smooth head of her son's cock, then smiled to herself in the darkness. There were slippery juices there on his piss hole.

Releasing his prick, she shoved her hand farther into his pajamas, fondling his balls. She found only a few hairs there. She caressed her son's balls for a while, then grasped his cock again. She jacked back and forth on it, feeling his body shake with delight. He kept his gaze on the girl next door, bracing himself on his windowsill while she pumped on his throbbing cock.