Donna Allen: Spying on mom

"I'm not."

"All right, we won't debate it."

He hungered for her. He watched her tits move as she reached for something on a shelf. He could see the outline of her nipples. The shorts she wore were so damn tight her ass looked about to burst through the cloth. He imagined her naked, her tits swinging as she walked around the kitchen. Or maybe wearing lingerie. If they were married, she would do that. A negligee. Or maybe a garter belt and stockings and high heels. He'd give anything to see her half naked like that. Did any of the men she knew ever see her like that? He couldn't imagine her fucking anyone. The idea of it made him too crazy. The idea of some guy's cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Christ, I'm hung up on her! he thought. He certainly was. She had him paralyzed. He decided tonight was the night. He had to try out the hole in the wall. He had to have a look at her.

During the next few hours, the anticipation tied him up in knots. He had to wait until nearly eleven o'clock, until she went to her room for the night. As soon as he heard her bedroom door close, he slipped out of his room and tiptoed down to the hall closet. It took only a moment to get in there, to close the door and get himself into position at the hole.

He held his breath as he slowly pulled the plug out of the hole. He prayed nothing would go wrong. He'd have a time of it if she found out. Then the plug was out and the light in her room filled the hole and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

It was like some wild dream come true. The view was perfect. She was still dressed. She was sitting on the edge of her bed brushing out her hair. The blood pounded in his head. She was so beautiful. Looking at her in secret this way was even more exciting than he'd imagined. And she was still dressed, too. He told himself he would blow his mind when she took her clothes off. He would blow his goddamn cookies!

At last she put the hairbrush down and rose from the bed. She crossed her arms over her middle, grabbed the edge of the teeshirt and stripped it off. Her tits were suddenly exposed, bouncing and jiggling, her naked tits-right there, no more than ten feet from his eyes!

They were perfect, just like he'd imagined them. Nipples with wide areolas and points like berries. Juicy pink berries. The skin of her tits was whiter than the rest of her. Protected from the sun. Like sugar-candy, he thought. If he ever had the chance, he would suck her tits for a week.

Then she finished undressing. She dropped her shorts, picked them up and tossed them onto a chair. He saw her front first, her sloping belly, the full bush of blonde hair below that, her firm thighs. She played a lot of tennis, and she was in good shape. A super-looking woman. Then she turned and he saw her ass. Her full asscheeks, the deep spilt, the skin as white as the skin of her tits. He couldn't decide which he liked more, tits or ass. Then he told himself he was a jerk, every inch of her was a. dream.

He prayed she wouldn't put anything on, not a nightgown or a pair of panties. He wanted her completely naked, uncovered, naked and ripe under his eyes.

She walked back and forth, touching things on the dressing table, sometimes stopping to look at herself in the mirror. At intervals, she would run a hand across her tits, flip her nipples with her fingers. Her nipples were soon out, stiff like two spikes. Not berries any more, now they were spikes. His heart pumping like crazy, he pulled his jockey shorts down to expose his cock and balls. His prick was hard, his balls swollen. Curling his fingers around his cockshaft, he watched his mother moving about her room.

Then she lay down on the bed. The bed faced the hole he was peering through, and he caught his breath as she raised one leg. She picked up a magazine and started turning the pages. He could see her crotch. Her raised knee was pulled a bit to the side, and that opened her crotch. He could make out her cuntlips. Her pussy. The slit of his mother's cunt! He wondered how big she was inside. Certainly not like some of the girls he'd fingered. Their pussies were so tight he could hardly get two fingers inside. His mother was a grown woman and her cunt would be bigger. She'd had a baby, hadn't she? They had to stretch when they had babies. He convinced himself she had a big cunt. He yearned to dive into it. Zoom right into that big hairy pussy. She had more hair down there than he'd thought. Most blondes didn't have too much. His mother had a real bush of hair on her cunt.

More than ever now, he was jealous of any men that she knew. He was sure she fucked a man once in a while. She never denied to him that she had men in her life. He thought of some guy's cock plowing into that blonde pussy. He thought of his own cock sliding in her big fuckhole. He thought about fucking her. He would suck her tits while he did it. He would bite her nipples while he rammed his cock in and out of her big cunt.

Staring through the hole, he slowly pumped his cock with his fist. It was worth it. All the trouble he'd gone through to make the hole. He couldn't think of anything more exciting than this.

After a while, she stopped turning the pages of the magazine and started reading it. She moved a hand over her tits and down to her belly. She rubbed her belly a few times, and then after that her hand moved lower down until her fingers were in her cunt bush.

In the closet Stuart was afraid to breathe. He watched her fingers, his own fingers stroking his cock. He watched her touch herself. First her middle finger between hot cuntlips. Up and down, opening them a bit. Then she added her forefinger. Two fingers now between her cuntlips. Two fingers opening her pussy-lips, rubbing slowly from the bottom of the slit where her fuck-bole was, up to the top and the shaft of her clit. Slowly rubbing, stopping, rubbing He blew his breath out through his teeth. He could feel himself sweating. The heat in his face and throat. This was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. His mother's fingers opening her cunt. She had her pussy-lips wide-open now. He could see the pink meat, the wet flesh, her clit standing out. He watched as she rubbed the shaft of her clit with her forefinger, then she moved her hand and pushed her middle finger inside her cunt-hole. She screwed the finger around a few times, and then she added her forefinger and used the two fingers together. She fucked her cunt-hole with her fingers. After a time, she pushed her fingers deep inside, left them there and used her thumb to roll her clit.

She was frigging herself. No longer just playing round, but now frigging herself. She put the magazine down and raised both knees and spread them wide. She used her left hand to squeeze her tits. She pulled and twisted her nip- ples with her fingers while her other fingers worked on her pussy.

Stuart was in a daze. This was the first time he was looking at her, and the result was much more than he expected. Even something of a shock. He never expected to see her jerk off. Not like this. Everything so clear. He could even see the white froth of juice in her pussy. The slime on her fingers. Then his breath caught again as she realized she was tickling her asshole with a fingertip. Jesus Christ, there too! Spellbound, he watched one of her fingers slide inside her asshole.

She was agitated now. Her head was thrown back on the pillow, her mouth hanging open. He thought she looked more beautiful than ever. She was the mast beautiful woman in the world.. One hand on her tits and the other hand working her clit and cunt-hole and asshole. Her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt-hole and asshole at the same time. She started moving her legs, opening and closing her knees as she fucked herself with her hand.

Look at it! Christ; what a cunt she had! He imagined the buttery heat of it, the hot juices boiling in there around her fingers. She came finally. He watched her make it. The way her knees trembled, the way she squirmed her ass.