Donna Allen: Spying on mom

She and Stuart had been alone together so long there were no walls between them. Most people were surprised when she told them she had a teenage son. They said she looked too young. Yes, it was true. She did look too young to be his mother. But his mother she was. They were friends. She fucked men whenever she was in the mood, but the only man she really cared about was Stuart. They did everything except that. They had all the bonds except sex.

When he began to grow up, they stopped walking around the house without clothes. Sometimes she was sorry about it. She liked looking at him. The way his body developed. And she knew he liked looking at her, too. But they never looked at each other these days. Not unless it was accidental.

Sometimes he would unexpectedly come into her room while she was dressing, and he would see her in a bra and panties. Or she would see him under the same circumstances. She saw him all the time in his jockey shorts. The bulge of his cock and balls. Sometimes it drove her crazy. All that lovely cockmeat in the pouch of his shorts. So what if he was her own son? She wasn't made out of stone, was she? She knew what his cock looked like. She had seen it often enough when he was a kid, and then after that on occasion. She had even seen him hard a few times. Like now. When he was sleeping. His prick standing up like a telephone pole. She wanted to see it again. She had just fucked a guy in a motel room and here she was with a letch to have a look at her son.

She resisted the impulse. Maybe it was too kinky. But she had never denied to herself that Stuart excited her sexually. It didn't bother her. She didn't care what people would say about it. They hadn't fucked yet anyway. All she did was think about it. And maybe Stuart thought about it too. The way he stared at her tits when he saw her in a bra. She had to look at him now.

She told herself the sheet had to be adjusted. She wanted him to sleep comfortably. He had the sheet bunched up on one side and all she would do was straighten it out. She lifted the sheet and held it up long enough to get a good look at his cock.

There it was, that lovely hard prick, stiff as a poker and slanting back toward his belly. She hadn't seen it like this in a long time. How big he was! That glorious cock-knob. His swollen pink balls. He had his father's coloring. Lots of dark crotch hair. He wasn't a child any more. This was a young man with a man's equipment, and a woman had to be blind not to be turned on by him. It made no difference that he was her own son, her mouth watered as she gazed at his cock.

She finally left him. She turned the light off and walked quietly out of his room and down the hall to her bedroom. She could feel the beating of her heart. She was sweating. Oh baby, she thought. She stripped her clothes off and stepped into the shower.

So he turned her on, so what? That had happened before. But this time, it felt different. That gorgeous cock he had! She was certainly cock-crazy. She had always been cock-crazy. She lathered the soap over her body, fondled her tits and pussy and carefully reamed her asshole with a fingertip. She remembered the feel of Wade's cock in her ass. Stuart's cock would feel better. Stuart had more cock than Wade. Longer and thicker. She closed her eyes and shuddered as she thought of her son's cock in her ass.

She thought about all the guys she'd had. The teenagers and young men she'd picked up whenever she was in the mood fat it. Maybe it was all a cover for the lust she had for Stuart. Maybe that was it.

She rubbed her cunt. She thought, about Stuart as she masturbated. Could it possibly happen? Would they sooner or later wind up in bed together?

Why not? she thought. It was what she wanted. It made no sense any more to delude herself. She wanted Stuart. Just the idea of it made her quiver from head to toe. Was it possible? She decided that if it was possible, she would find a way to do it.

She came thinking about that. The orgasm ripped through her pussy as she thought of Stuart in bed with her. That lovely cock sliding in and out of her cunt.

Yes, she thought. That's what I want!

Stuart was completely infatuated with his mother. She had always been the most important thing in his life. As long as he could remember, he'd thought about her sexually. When he was younger, he had tried to repress those thoughts. These days he found it wasn't that easy. Ever since he'd started dating girls, he'd become more and more aware of his mother's body.

His friends were all jealous. Everyone said Stuart had the best-looking mother. Some of the guys would snicker, and Stuart knew they were thinking about fucking his mother. They always talked about women like that-this one would be nice to fuck, while that one was a dog. Stuart's mother, they said, was definitely not a dog. The guys would take a vote and Stuart's mother would always come out number one. Stuart was proud of her. It also made him feel superior to the other guys. He, after all, was the one who lived with his mother.

Stuart had girlfriends, but none of the girls excited him as much as his mother did.

The teenage girls were like unfinished little dolls. They spent all their time giggling. Either that or creaming their pants while listening to a rock group. Stuart thought women were much sexier than girls. And his mother was the sexiest of them all.

He was crazy about her tits. Sometimes in the house she wore nothing but a teeshirt and shorts, no bra, and it always made his blood race to see those tits swinging around under the shirt. She had big tits, but not massive and sloppy like some women. Just big and heavy. Her nipples were prominent, too. He could always see the shape of her nipples whenever she went without a bra. A few months back she'd worn a shirt unbuttoned down the front and he'd had a glimpse of one of her nipples. The point of her nipple was like a pink raspberry.

Stuart remembered how she used to walk around naked when he was a young kid. It never meant anything to him then. They would both be naked. It seemed ordinary. He had a cock and she had tits. Guys were different than girls. She said they were mother and son, and they shouldn't hide from each other. She said a person's body was nothing to be ashamed of.

Then one day she discovered he'd been having wet dreams. She talked to him about it. She said it was natural. He was pawing up. After that, she started wearing clothes in the house. She never pushed him to wear anything, but since she had her body covered, he felt self-conscious about being naked. He would wear a towel around his waist after a shower, or his jockey shorts at other times. She always gave a casual glance at the bulge of his cock and balls in his jockey shorts. Sometimes she would catch him with half a hard-on and she would smile. She wouldn't talk about it, she would just smile.

He couldn't help wondering what it would be like to make it with a woman like her. He was no longer a virgin. He'd fucked a few girls. He tried to avoid thinking about doing it to his mother, but he did think about other women. Women who looked like her. He cut pictures out of the hot magazines. He had a whole collection of pictures of women who looked like his mother. Women naked. Showing their cunts. Sucking cock. Getting fucked in the ass. Maybe someday he would burn them all, but in the meantime they turned him on whenever he was bored.

One afternoon Stuart had a new idea. He was alone in the house. He had taken a shower after arriving home from school, and now he had a raging hard-on. His intention was to beat himself off. But not yet. First he went to the laundry basket in the basement. He wondered why he hadn't thought of it before.

He searched in the basket until he found a pair of his mother's nylon panties. Blue bikini panties. His cock twitched as he touched the crotch of the panties. Her pussy had been right there. He sniffed the panties. The smell was faint, but it was there. Her cunt. It made him hot as hell. He took the panties with him and went upstairs.