Donna Allen: Spying on mom

"You're wide-open"

"That's right. But a young girl might not know enough to do that. You've got to be careful or you'll hurt her."

"I'll remember, Mom."

His cock was stiff again. She played with it.

She ran her fingers over his balls and his cockshaft. She tickled his knob and squeezed some of his cock-juice out.

"I think you're ready for some fucking again. What would you like?"

He blushed. "Can I go in your ass again?" She smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. I could use some of that myself. But maybe you'd better go up to my bathroom and get the Vaseline."

While he was gone, she fingered her asshole. The ring was nice and loose, much softer than usual because she'd recently been fucked. She ran her fingertip around the soft rim and then pushed it inside. After a while she added a second finger. When Stuart returned to the living room with the Vaseline, he found her sliding two fingers in and out of her ass.

"You started without me," he teased.

"I'm getting it ready for you. Why don't you grease your cock, honey? Do it all the way down to your balls."

She continued fingerfucking her asshole as she watched him spread the Vaseline up and down the length of his hard prick. It turned her on to watch him handle himself.

"I'd like to watch you jerk off sometime," she said. "It's exciting for a woman to watch that."

"Sure, Mom."

"Maybe we could do it together."

"I'd like that."

His cock was greased now. She said they would use a different position this time. She would lie on her back and he would come into her in the missionary position.

"What I do is pull my knees way back and you can get at my whole without any trouble."

She could see the excitement in his eyes. Stretched out on the sofa, she pulled her knees all the way back to her tits and rolled her ass up to expose her asshole. Stuart curled his fingers around his cock and rubbed his cockhead up and down her asscrack. Then he centered his fuck-knob on her whole.

"That's good, honey. Now just keep pushing and I'll let you in."

"Like this?"

"That's it. There it h. Oh yes, that's nice! All the way, baby. Give me all of it."

For some reason, when she took a cock in her ass this way, it always felt as tough it were in her cunt instead, but as big as a log. There was no way to get that tremendous pressure from a cock in her cunt. When she had all of Stuart's cock, it felt like it was all the way up in her chest.

"Do you like it, baby?"

"I love it, Mom.

This was a more leisurely fuck. The special first-time frenzy was no longer there. Now they concentrated on each instant of pleasure. He was a marvelous lover, even much better than she expected. When he finally shot his load, she had him stay in there a full minute before she told him to pull out. She kept her legs pulled back so he could watch his jism ooze out of her asshole.

"Why don't you eat my pussy now," she said. "I could use a little more loving and that would do it for me."

He went down on her cunt eagerly. She ran her fingers through his hair and told herself she had to be the happiest woman in the world.

So began the incestuous affair between Pat and her son. They continued their ordinary lives, Pat selling real estate and Stuart going off to school each day, but in the evening and on weekends, mother and son had a private life no one suspected. After the frenzy of the first few times, the sex between them became casual and unhurried. They lived together. They loved each ether. The only new thing was that now they satisfied each other sexually when one or both felt a need for it.

Stuart, of course, was more in awe of what had happened than his mother. He had never balled an adult woman before, and he understood the difference now. He was learning all kinds of things about sex. He had more confidence in himself. He wasn't timid with women and girls any more. He had a new boldness. Even his mother was aware of it. And the women and girls he met outside the house sensed he was a guy who knew what to do in bed.

But so far, since the affair began, he hadn't touched any woman except his mother. He was too busy thinking about Pat. Then as the weeks passed, as the affair simmered down to a steady heat, he began once again looking at the world around him.

There were new possibilities now. He looked at the girls and women he knew with greater understanding. He told himself that many of them would gladly fuck him if he gave it a try. The problem was to choose the right woman and the right approach. His math teacher, for instance. Miss Nancy Dale.. She wasn't that much of a knockout, but he'd always had the hots for her. He'd always found her incredibly sexy. Her long thin body. The subtle perfume she used. The way the curves of her ass showed when she wore a thin dress. And she was unmarried, too. Did she have a boyfriend? The hell with her boyfriend, he thought. He'd give anything to fuck her, but it would never be possible if he didn't try.

He had no trouble talking to her. They knew each other well. She'd known him as a student for nearly four years. The next chance he had, during a lunch-break one day, he talked to her in a way he hadn't dared before. He flirted with her. They talked about popular music, and every chance he had he hinted that she turned him on.

Miss Dale seemed amused. She bantered with him. She smiled whenever he complimented her, but it was a smile that said we both know you don't mean it.

Stuart imagined himself fucking her. He wondered what would be the best way. With a long body like that, maybe it would best to have her on her back with her legs over his shoulders. He imagined her legs pointing straight up at the ceiling and wide-apart. He wondered what her cunt would look like in that position.

"I mean it," he said.

Miss Dale looked at him. "Mean what, Stuart?"

"I mean what I've been saying. You're a very sexy woman. I have fantasies about you."

"Oh my!" She seemed a bit taken aback.

She looked at him a long moment, as if her eyes were trying to penetrate his skull. She pursed her lips in thought. Then she said she wanted him to come to her classroom when the school day ended.

"Maybe we need to have a little talk," she said.

That afternoon, when school was let out, Stuart remained in the building and went to Miss Dale's room. There was nothing unusual about it. Students and teachers had conferences all the time. He had no idea what would happen. There was a possibility she might reprimand him for talking to her like that. But something in his gut told him that wouldn't happen. She's as horny as I am, he thought. He had a feeling about her.

He found her alone at her desk. She looked up from the papers, she was working on and smiled at him. He closed the door and sat down when she asked him to. He sat in one of the front row seats. She moved her chair to the side of the desk and they sat facing each other.

She started talking about teachers and students, and how sometimes a student might get a crush on a teacher.

"It's normal," she said. "You're young and inexperienced. It's perfectly normal for a guy your age to think about an older woman like that."

Stuart shrugged. "I'm not that young and I'm not inexperienced. I've been with a grown woman before."

Miss Dale blushed. "I see." "Don't be angry with me." "I think about you all the time. "The fantasies."

"That's right."

She sighed. She seemed nervous. "All right, we'll talk."

He knew he had her when she began glancing at his crotch as she talked. She glanced once and then again. During the third glance he slowly opened his legs and she blushed.

"Tell me about the fantasies," she said. He came right out and told her. He said he had daydreams about making love to her. "I think about fucking you all the time."