Donna Allen: Spying on mom

Helen saw that by accident with her own eyes. She just happened to be in the woods near the cabin and she took a look through one of the windows. The next day she went back again, and this time she saw the mother suck the guy off. Two plus two equals four. Mother and son were lovers.

Helen was more fascinated than shocked. She didn't much care what people did with their lives. That was their own business. As long as they didn't hurt anyone else, why should anyone give a damn? That's what Helen told herself. But there was another and more important reason why she wasn't shocked. She'd had an incestuous affair with her own son for years. He was now away in college and she hardly saw much of him any more, but whenever he came home to visit they would always have their own special reunion. How could she possibly be shocked by what was going on in the Miller cabin? She wasn't shocked, she was damned intrigued by it.

After that, Helen stayed away from cabin number five. She wanted to avoid any chance of being caught spying on them. Instead, she made a plan to get to know the Millers a little better. As soon as she could, she sat down at their table in the big dining roam. Since she ran the place, it seemed natural for her to be friendly to the guests.

The Millers were both cordial. Helen had some wine brought to the table. She imagined herself making it with the, guy. He looked capable. She'd been divorced for what seemed like a thousand years and she liked cock. She also liked other things. Pat Miller was very attractive, and Helen had no trouble imagining herself making it with her, too. No trouble at all. She could also imagine making it with both mother and son. The idea of that really gave Helen a buzz. She wondered if it could be arranged. You never knew what people might do until you gave it a try.

The next morning when Helen saw Stuart alone in the reading room in the main house, she invited him to play tennis with her.

"You look bored," she said. "Maybe you can help me get some exercise."

The guy was willing. They met ten minutes later on the court and they batted a ball back and forth for more than an hour. The more Helen saw of him the more she liked him. He had an assurance about him. He reminded her of her own son. She suspected he knew how to give a woman a strong fuck in bed. She had seen his cock twice, once soft and once hard, and there was certainly enough there to gun her motor.

After they finished playing tennis, Helen invited Stuart to her cabin for a beer. She walked in front of him to let him look at her ass in her white tennis shorts. He had already seen her tits jumping round while they were on the court. Even in a bra, they jumped. She took a 38-D cup and she had plenty to show in front. Without a bra the weight made them droop a bit, the nipples painting south. Her son said she had the kind of tits that made a man want to suck until his jaws hurt.

She liked Stuart's looks. Except for her son, she never fooled much with guys his age. But she knew all about them. How you could get their cannons to go off three or four times before they were finished. That's the way Jimmy was. Her son seemed to have an eternal hard-on once he started, and Stuart Miller looked just as virile. The Miller boy had a delicious body. She quivered as she remembered what his cock and balls looked like.

Once they were inside Helen's cabin, she brought out the cold beer and started flirting with him. She had no problems. She knew exactly what she wanted and she already knew more about Stuart than he realized. As she expected, he made no attempt to fend her off. He flirted back. They bantered and laughed and came on to each other. She could see he had eyes for her tits. They were bigger than his mothers s and she could see her tits turned him on.

After a while she asked him about his girlfriends. She got him to admit that he was no novice with girls. She smiled at him.

"I could tell right away," she said. "You look like you know your way around a woman."

He sipped his beer and then smiled back at her. "I'm not a kid, if that's what you mean."

"No, you're not, so maybe I ought to be direct with you."

"About what?"

"About what I'm thinking. Right now I'm sitting here thinking about how much I'd like to suck your cock."

He was silent a moment. Then he chuckled. "How about that?"

"Yes, how about it?" Helen said.

"You mean it, huh?"

"Of course I mean it."

She took hold of the bottom of her teeshirt and peeled it off. In a moment she had her bra unhooked and tossed away. Lifting her big tits in her hands, she pointed her nipples at him.

"Believe it now?"

He pursed his lips and gave a low whistle. "God, what a pair!"

She dropped her tits and rose up. She held her arms out to him and he cane to her she kissed his mouth, her belly pressing against the bulge in his shorts.

"Let's have a look at this."

Stepping back, she worked at his belt and opened the top of his shorts. She pulled everything down to his ankles, denim shorts and jockey shorts. Then she straightened up again. His cock bobbed in front of her, thick and stiff and already dripping. She cupped her hand under his balls and then ran her fingertips along the underside of his prick.

"Are you going to pop off in my mouth?" He looked at her with hot eyes. "Do you want me to?"

"Yes, that's what I want."

The next moment she was down on her knees with his fuck-knob in her mouth. He had a meaty prick, hot and throbbing. She liked the smell and taste of it. His crotch was sweaty after the hour of tennis. Like a gourmet meal, she thought. Her son had a bigger prick, but this one was nice enough. Gorgeous knob and a heavy pair of balls. The guy was well-hung. Maybe it was all the exercise he got with his mother.

"Shoot it," she said.

She squeezed his nuts as she worked his cock with her mouth. She had him groaning before long. He pumped his hips as he started spurting. Four long spurts of his ropey jism. She twisted his ball-bag. She pursed her lips over the tip of his cock and sucked him dry.

"Oh wow!" he said.

"I guess that means you liked it."

"Do you want me to stay? I'll get hard again and fuck you, if you want."

She patted his dangling cock and shook her head. "Maybe next time, honey. We'll have something to look forward to."

"You promise?"

She promised him. She kissed him again and watched him pull his clothes up. What a shame to cover that lovely prick. But she knew it was for the best. She had to work on his mother first. She sent Stuart away and lay down to take a nap before lunch.

After that the day passed quickly. In the evening, after dinner, Helen found Pat Miller in the bar. Stuart was in the TV room watching a ballgame. Helen smiled at Pat, sat down beside her and ordered a daiquiri.

"Mind some company?"

Pat smiled and welcomed her. "I was just about to get lonely."

They started talking. This was the second time, and it wasn't long before they warmed to each other. They had a number of things in common. They were both women who had survived a wrecked marriage and raised a son without much help from anyone.

They started talking about men. After a while Pat hinted that she knew about Helen's little tryst with Stuart that morning.

"He tells me everything," Pat said.

Helen raised an eyebrow. "Everything?" "Everything."

"Maybe I should be embarrassed." Pat laughed. "What for?"

"You don't mind?"

"Definitely not. Anyway, let's not pussyfoot about it. He says he enjoyed it and I have no complaints."

Helen was pleased. They continued talking, had another round of drinks, and then it was Helen's turn to hint at something. Pat picked up on it immediately. She questioned Helen and Helen said yes, she knew about Pat and Stuart. She explained how she'd seen them accidentally. She said nothing about coming back to look again.