Donna Allen - Spying on mom

She made her mind up. She slipped into a silk kimono and abruptly left the room. She went downstairs to the kitchen and fixed herself a Bloody Mary. She waited another minute or two to make sure he was back in his room, and then she called out to him.

"Honey, come on down!"

He came out of his room and looked at her from the landing. "What is it, Mom?"

"Just come on down. I'd like to talk to you about something."

When he walked into the kitchen, his eyes immediately ran over her body. She was standing against one of the counters. She knew the silk kimono outlined all her curves. She still wore the nylons and high heels, but otherwise she was naked. Stuart was obviously well aware of it.

"What is it, Mom?"

I'll drip my pussy-juice on the floor, she thought. She was so hot. It turned her on having him so close to her after what had happened before. Her knees were trembling. It can't go on, she thought.

Suddenly, she came out and told him, She told him she knew about the bole in the wall. She told him she knew he'd been spying on her.

He was stunned. She could see the sudden panic in his eyes. That helpless look. She tried to keep her voice even and without anger. She told him it was better if they talked about it.

He wouldn't talk. At first he stood frozen as he listened to her. Then he suddenly pulled himself together and bolted. He ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room.

She heard his door slam. She could feel the sweat running down between her tits. Dear God, what now? she thought. She went to his room. After briefly knocking on the door, she opened it and stepped inside. He was stretched out on the bed. He turned his face away, refusing to look at her.

"Listen, I'm not angry," she said. She sat down on the edge of the bed and touched his knee. "It's important that you know I'm not angry. Really, I'm not."

"I feel like a rat," he said.

"Oh, come on."

"It's true."

"It's not that terrible. There's nothing unusual about a guy your age wanting to see his mother naked. It's only natural."

She talked to him about it. She gradually convinced him she really wasn't that upset over it. She said they used to see each other naked all the time when he was younger. It wasn't such a big deal. She kidded him about it. She got him to smile. Then after a while she asked him how long the spying had been going on.

"About a month."

"When I go to bed?"

She knew what that meant. She often lay in bed naked and uncovered, reading a book or a magazine and playing with her pussy. "You've seen me masturbating, haven't you?"

He flushed. "I'm sorry."

"It's not that awful everyone does it." "I didn't say it was awful."

She smiled. "Wow, I bet that turned you on. It did, didn't it?"

He turned his face away again. "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not making fun. Anyway, I'm not angry. Let's leave at that and stay friends. Okay?"

"Okay."

She rose up from the bed. "I'll see you later." "Mom?"

"What?"

"You're a super woman."

She left him and went down the hall to her room. There was nothing more to talk about for the time being. He had spied on her, he had seen her naked, he had watched her masturbating. For nearly a month. She wondered how many nights they had both jerked off at the same me, she on one side of the wall and he on the other. It seemed so silly when you looked at it that way.

She lay down on her bed and thought about him. His big juicy cock in his fist. She remembered what it looked like. She imagined his jism spurting in the closet. Sometimes she got pretty wild when she masturbated. She tried to remember whether she had used anything in the past few weeks. Sometimes she used a banana. He had most probably seen her fingering her asshole. She always did that. She was so sensitive there. How strange it was that she wasn't embarrassed by it all. She was more excited than embarrassed. All the things he'd seen.

She knew she had to have him. She had to fuck him or she'd go mad.

It has to be tonight, she thought. She couldn't wait. It was stupid to wait. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her.. It had to be tonight.

She slept awhile. When she awakened, she looked at the clock and saw that an hour had passed. The house seemed quiet. Then she heard someone in the kitchen. Stuart was at the refrigerator. She remembered they hadn't had any dinner yet. She rose from the bed, left her room and went down.

He was in the kitchen eating a banana, standing there in nothing but his undershorts.

"We need dinner," she said.

He shrugged. "I don't mind. I can find something."

"How about a pizza? We can have them deliver it."

"Sure, Mom, whatever you want."

She couldn't help looking at him, at the heavy bulge in front of his jockey shorts. The way the pouch was filled. In the past they'd never made anything of him walking around in his shorts. Somehow, now it was different. Now his spying on her was out in the open. There was something sexual between them now. There always had been, but now it was overt.

She couldn't take her eyes off him. She walked back and forth, puttering in the kitchen, but all the time she was looking at his body. That firm little ass. His arms and chest. The bulge. He was certainly well-hung. Lots of meat between his legs. Big cock and big balls. She remembered the last time she'd seen him, under the sheet that night.

He noticed her eyes on his body and he blushed. "Maybe I should put some clothes on," he said.

She raised an eyebrow. "What for? I see you like this all the time."

"The shorts aren't much."

"It's like a bathing suit, isn't it? When you're at the beach, that's all you wear."

"Well.."

"Don't be shy. Anyway, I'm your mother, remember?" Then she teased him. "After all the looking you've done at me, I ought to make you walk around naked."

She ordered the pizza. They said it would take an hour. Stuart agreed to watch TV with her while they waited.

"Now I'm getting hungry," he said.

"Patience, darling. All good things require patience."

They sat beside each other on the sofa. Her kimono opened to show her thighs, but she made no attempt to pull it together. It seemed silly to worry about that. The guy had seen everything. She caught him looking at her legs now. She was happy she was still wearing the nylons. They made her legs look Sexyl "Do you like my legs?" She extended one foot and turned it.

"They're great, Mom."

"You wouldn't tell me if they weren't."

"Sure I would."

She thought maybe the bulge in his shorts was getting larger. You're like a mare in heat, she thought. She was the mare and he was the stallion. What he had in those shorts was a stallion's cock.

"You're too far away," she said. "You're not doing that on purpose, are you? Mover closer."

He moved on the sofa and then she moved also. Her thigh pressed against his.

"That's better. I don't want this business about the peephole to come between us. Do you promise?"

"As long as you're not angry, Mom."

"I told you I wasn't."

They watched the TV screen. They talked. At one point she deliberately put her hand on his thigh. She took it away and then she put it back again. The television drama concerned an adulterous love affair. She scraped her fingernails across Stuart's muscular thigh.

"Sex is exciting, isn't it? I mean, that's one of the things you find out as you grow up.

He blushed and nodded. "I guess so."

"Did you get very turned-on looking at me? If you don't want to talk about it, say so."

"I don't mind."

"That's good. It's better to be open about it."

"You're a dream, Mom. Looking at you is damn exciting. I guess that's why I did it."

She kissed his cheek. "I don't know if I'm a dream, but you're certainly cute."