Donna Allen - Spying on mom

After that she told him to turn around, and she plastered a kiss on each asscheek. She was hungry for him. His sweet young body. She licked up and down his asscrack and he giggled. She made him bend forward. She pulled his asscheeks apart to expose his asshole. A light-brown crinkled little assbud. She lapped it with her tongue. He shuddered and pushed his ass back against her face.

"Do you like that?" she said.

"It feels good."

She laughed. "I'll bet it does."

She made him turn around again, and once more she took his cock in her mouth. He was very hard now, his cock in full erection, his prick pointing at the ceiling. She licked up and down the underside of his cockshaft and then popped his nuts inside her mouth, one after the other.

"Alright, lets get on the bed," she said. "Now you can fuck me." Then she teased him.

"You still want to fuck, don't you?" "Don't you want to?"

"Yes, I want to. I want you to do it from behind. Have you ever done it that way?" She didn't wait for his answer. She knelt on the bed with her ass in the air and her head resting on her folded arms. "Get behind me and stick it in."

"Do you want it in your ass?"

She chuckled. "What do you know about that? Have you ever done it?"

"Sure."

She was certain he was lying. "No, not in my ass. Put it in my pussy."

She was eager for it now. Her cunt was sopping. She could feel the twitching inside. Poor little pussy needs a cock, she thought. She swayed her ass from side to side. She loved this position. She loved having them look at both fuck-holes at the same time.

Then she felt his cock against her cuntlips. His knob pressed against her wet cuntflesh. She was so wet, he slipped inside without any delay. Nothing to hold him back. In a moment his young prick was buried to the hilt in her pussy.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yeah."

"You feel good, too. Your cock feels wonderful."

She knew he would tell all his friends about her. This beautiful blonde who took him to a motel and let him fuck her. And none of his friends would believe it.

He didn't last long. A guy like this had once fucked her for nearly an hour without his prick getting soft. But this one was too eager. He came quickly. He kept pumping as he shot his load, and that was nice. That was enough to give her a weak orgasm. She wanted more, but she realized her time with him was finished.

After they were dressed, she drove the guy to the section of town in which he lived, and dropped him off about a block from his home. When he asked to see her again, she gave him a phony telephone number. She had nothing against him, he was cute and she liked him, but she never saw them more than once. No complications and plenty of variety. There were a thousand cocks out there, and life was too short. You're too hard-boiled, she thought. But she was having fun, wasn't she?

She went home. Stuart was out. She found a note in the kitchen telling her he'd gone to a softball game with some friends. He said he'd be home by seven. It was almost seven now. She looked at the mail. When she went to her room, she remembered the rubber plant needed water. She decided to do that before undressing. She brought the plastic spray bottle and started spraying the plant and that was when she discovered the hole in. the wall.

She wouldn't have seen it at all if she hadn't just happened to look at that spot. At first she didn't know what it was. She touched it with her finger and the piece of wallpaper came away to reveal the hole and the plug inside it. She immediately went out of the room and opened the hall closet. The moment she turned the light on in there she saw the hole on the closet side. A peephole. That's what it was, a peephole. Stuart had been spying on her. Her own son had been spying on her in her bedroom!

Her first reaction was anger. But that quickly gave way to amusement. Guys his age were always so horny, it was no surprise that he wanted to look at her. She ought to be flattered. These days, if a guy wanted to see what a women looked like, all he had to do was open a magazine. But it was her he wanted to look at. He had gone through all that trouble to make the hole. No, she couldn't be angry. She thought about him so often in a sexual way, how could she blame him for thinking about her and then doing something about it beside thinking?

You had to admit the kid had gumption.

She made herself a drink and waited for him to came home. He was surprised to see her still dressed in her working clothes. "You going somewhere, Mom?"

She shook her head. "I just came home a little while ago.

She said nothing to him about discovering the hole in the wall. She hadn't done anything to it.

"I think I'll go up and change now. Maybe I'll take a nap, too. You'll be all right, won't you?"

"Sure, Mom."

She knew why she was doing it. She wanted him to watch her. Kinky as it was, the damn thing turned her on. She told him she might take a nap because she wanted him to go to the hall closet. She wanted him to watch her while she took her clothes off. Oh boy, she thought, now we've come a long way.

She was in her room only a few minutes before she heard him enter the closet. She was thankful now she hadn't touched the plug in the hole. Her excitement was intense. She was already turned-on. Just the idea of exhibiting herself to Stuart was enough to make her wet.

Inside the closet, Stuart's excitement was as keen as his mother's. He had the plug out of the wall and his eye at the hole. He had his zipper down and his cock in his fist. His prick was already stiff. He slowly stroked his cock with his fingers as he watched her.

Pat delayed undressing awhile. She wondered if he jerked off as he watched her. She guessed that he did. She guessed it was very exciting for him to see her naked. Finally she unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. She did whatever she would do normally. She didn't want him to get the idea she knew he was watching. She hung the blouse in the closet and tossed the bra into a basket of stuff that had to be washed. Her nipples were hard. Just knowing he was looking at her had stiffened her nipples.

Standing in front of the mirror, she hefted her tits in her hands and examined each one. What fun it was to do it and know he was watching her. She opened ajar of cocoa butter and smeared some on her nipples, first one and then the other. She rubbed the cream over her nipples and then into the surrounding titflesh.

I'm wetting my pants, she thought.

She imagined what it would be like to have his mouth on her tits, his teeth pulling at her nipples, his lips sucking and nibbling. She stripped the rest of her clothes off as slowly as possible. She tossed her panties into the laundry basket. She deliberately kept her nylons and high-heels on. They always made her feel sexy. She liked to fuck wearing nylons. It thrilled her to have Stuart looking at her when she looked so sexy. Was he jerking off? She imagined his hand pumping his cock. That lovely cock he had. Only a few hours ago she'd had a guy in a motel room. But of course, it wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough. She could take all the cock she could get. He son's cock, too. What a lovely dream it would be to fuck him. To have his cock in her mouth and cunt and ass. She would take him everywhere. She would do everything with him she did with the guys she picked up. She would eat his cock and suck his ass.

God, how I want him! she thought.

She puttered around the room. She sat down awhile to brush her hair, and after that she pretended to busy herself with her wardrobe. As if she were choosing something to wear tomorrow. She was having too much fun to stop it. Showing herself to Stuart was incredibly exciting.

She was so horny. Was it because that guy Calvin had been a disappointment? Or was it Stuart? She decided it was Stuart. Then she realized she would never be satisfied with just this. Just exhibiting herself. It was only a game and it would never really satisfy her.