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Watching Mom
Paul moved quietly along the side of the house, hoping his eyes would adjust to
the dark so that he wouldn't go tripping across a hose or some booby-trap left
by his 5 year old brother. He kept his eyes fixed on the window 30 feet ahead
from which a pale light was barely reaching out into the night.
Just to his right was the rough cedar fence put up to keep the crazy next door
neighbors at bay and to give some privacy so Paul and his family could enjoy
their swimming pool. To Paul's left was the cool, dark brick of his house and he
touched at it for guidance in the darkness, fingertips tracing a path along the
un- even surface. There was no sound other than the beating of his heart which
was now starting to be a throbbing hammer in his neck. His mouth was dry and he
took every step with caution and care, bringing each foot down gently but
firmly. It was so quiet that when the central air unit a few feet ahead of him
suddenly jumped into motion it was as if Paul had been kicked in the chest.
For a moment he considered backing up, but he had gone this far and couldn't
really change course. Not now.
From somewhere down the street came the barking of a dog. The air conditioner
had settled down into a dull drone which, Paul realized, would cover any sounds
he might make. He took another step toward that window, then another. Somewhere
a car door closed, hard. He waited a moment, trying to calm his jagged
breathing.
Turning back? No. Not after all the prepara- tions he'd made!
Everything was perfect, and timing was essen- tial. Billy, his 5 year old
brother, was asleep in his own room on the other side of the house. No one else
was in the house except for Paul's mother, and she had told him she was going
to take a shower and go to bed and had already kissed him goodnight. As far as
she knew, her 14 year old son was in his room watching TV - she certainly
wouldn't suspect he was edging along the house through the darkness toward her
bedroom window!
But preparations were more than timing - they involved a lot of work! He had
slipped into his mother's bedroom earlier before she got home from work and had
moved the edge of the curtain ever so slightly, making sure one slat in the mini-
blind was raised just enough. He hoped she wouldn't notice. He had been so
careful that he'd actually begun the night before when he did a dry run --
rigged the window and stood in her room, trying to determine if the brightness
of the in- side bedroom light would make the night outside even darker,
providing better cover.
It did.
And so he was confident he wouldn't be seen, but not so sure he'd be able to
see. What about the angle? What about the precarious arrangement of the curtain
and blind? Was it too much? Not enough?
It was a risk, but in Paul's mind it seemed worth it. After all, his mom was
beautiful - long red hair down her back, a face that looked to him as if it
belonged on a movie screen.
Lisa was in her thirties, but that was a shock to most people because she still
looked like she was a teenager. In fact, Paul's favorite picture of her was the
one that showed her in competition for a beauty contest the town had sponsored
maybe fifteen years be- fore. No, she'd lost little and, in fact, now looked
better than ever. There were a few more pounds, but that made her hips and
curves that much more exciting, and it was obvious that she'd been taking care
of her- self. Whenever she took Paul with her to the health club on Sundays -
family day - Paul's ears burned when he saw how the men looked at her.
Paul's father had put in the swimming pool five years ago, just two years before
the accident that took him away from them, and so Paul often had a chance to see
his mother in her bathing suit. Still, it was a one piece (much like the one in
the photograph he loved so much) and he wondered what was being hidden? It was
obvious to see that she had great legs - long and shaped just right. She had a
nearly perfect backside, the suit cut low to show somewhat pale but flawless
skin. Her round ass was amazing, but it was what the suit revealed in the front
that gave him many hours of masturbating fantasies.
The suit was very modest, but her cleavage still managed to escape the confines
and traveled up toward her neck. Those were what he wanted to see...that was the
reason for this careful movement through the night in the cover of darkness.
After what seemed like an hour, Paul reached the window. He moved slowly into
place and found that his work on the window blinds and curtain hadn't been de-
tected. He could see a good bit of the bedroom, from a portion of the bed on the
right past a closet and then almost to the door of the master bathroom. What he
couldn't see was his mom and for a moment he felt a panic. What if she'd taken a
short shower - unlike her - and gone looking for him.
The entire plan seemed crazy now and his reac- tion was to bolt and run. Just
as he'd made his mind up to retreat, she walked past and cut through his field
of vision.
She had just come out of the shower, hair up in a towel, wearing her light blue
terrycloth robe. She breezed past once and then came back into view, rubbing out
her hair with the towel and running a brush through it a few times. She'd
obviously managed to keep it from getting too wet in the shower, because the red
hair was basically dry, hanging down past her shoulders. She turned slightly
toward him now and for a moment her green eyes seemed to sweep past the window -
but they didn't linger, not even for a half-second.
Lisa sat down on the side of the bed and her son saw that she had a tube of
something - lotion - in one hand. She stretched out one of her long legs and
began slowly rubbing it, massaging in the cream. She started at her ankle and
worked up, the robe opening to reveal her leg all the way up to her upper thigh.
He'd seen her legs in the swimsuit before, but now, like this, they looked even
more exciting.
His mother continued rubbing, massaging, and then started on the other leg. She
squirted some lotion into her hand and moved up along her calf, past her knee,
and then to her thigh. She kept rubbing the lotion in small circles until, it
seemed to Paul, it should have been gone from her hand. Still she rubbed.
Her finger moved differently now, brushing along her inner thighs. Her head
seemed to raise up and back on its own, dreamily, eyes closed. She was turned
slightly away from him now, and he was astonished to see her legs open slightly.
Her fingers now moved not to her thighs but to that place between her thighs -
and they moved gently now, slowly rotating in a circle. She moved slightly,
mouth barely open and a tongue touching her full lips. She rubbed a little
faster, but her fingers were no longer moving in a circle, but moving in and
out. At his angle, Paul could begin to see the traces of a patch of red hair
between her legs.
He felt his cock jump to life. She was mastur- bating! His mother was rubbing
off, or whatever girls called it!
The motions of her hands became more animated now and she took her right hand
away from its place on her thigh - keeping the left one in place -- and reached
up to brush across the fabric that covered her breasts. His mother's hand moved
across and then back - she was touching at her nipple through the terrycloth
robe! In another moment her head went back even farther and her lips were pursed
as if to blow out a candle.
Her right hand slid over and pulled the robe open slightly, letting it fall part
way down her shoulders. Paul's own right hand went down toward his now very
stiff cock and he quickly pulled down the running shorts he was wearing. His
dick stood out in the night, ridged aching. He grasped it firmly and began to
lightly stroke it, watching his beautiful mother.
Then, all his efforts were rewarded. His mother allowed the robe to slip all the
way down her arms, revealing her breasts. Paul gasped and felt his mouth go very
dry. They were beautiful - far larger than he had imagined. Both were full and
round with only the slightest hint of a sag to them. The nipples were pink and
large, lovely against the redhead's pale skin. They were stiff, too, like Paul's
cock, and she licked the tips of her fingers of her right hand and began to
circle the nipple - slowly. Her eyelids fluttered, and he could her a moan.
Paul felt as if he was somehow out of his body, but his hand around his cock
kept him anchored. He stroked faster, but somewhere in his mind he also wanted
this to go on forever.
The fingers of Lisa's right hand pulled gently at the nipple they had been
caressing - drawing it out from her breast in a way that Paul thought should
have been painful - but it wasn't by the expression on her face. She then
twisted the nipple, back arching, and her left hand began to dance faster now
between her legs.
She turned a bit, more toward the window, and Paul could see where her left hand
had been working. The patch of red hair between her legs was trimmed so short as
to be almost invisible and Paul saw for the first time a woman's cunt - and it
was his mothers, and it was beautiful. Her fingers were moving in and out now
and he saw the glistening on her hand and knew it wasn't all lotion.
His own hand began to work even faster now.....
Her breasts moved ever so slightly from side to side with her passion as she
moved her fingers deep within herself and pulled them out. She then raised her
left hand and touched the fingers to her lips. Her tongue moved along the tips,
tasting herself, and her right hand continued to rub her breast - ignoring the
nipple and squeezing the entire breast now, hard and firm.
She began to buck a little, to tremble. Her eyelids popped open and then closed,
drifted back open halfway and she was biting her large lower lip. In a moment
she stopped massaging her beautiful breast and reached down by her side. Paul,
hypnotized, felt the droplets of precum on his hand and smoothed them on his
shaft for lubrication.
When his mother's hand came up, it had a large black something in it - shaped
somewhat like a cock. She spread her legs wider and Paul felt his breath catch
as he saw her take the tip of that thing and move it to her pussy. In a moment
it slid in, al- though with some effort, for the tool was very large, and she
lay back on the bed, still in view.
Her arms worked feverishly now, moving that thing in and out of her slit. Her
eyes were smoky and lust-glazed now. Lying on her back and pumping the black
tool in glorious abandon, his mother was twitch- ing now, almost convulsing. She
brought her lovely legs up and put her feet on the edge of the bed, knees toward
the ceiling. The motion of her arms caused her perfect breasts to jiggle and
bounce wildly, and it was on that Paul focused his attention.
His balls began to ache and swell as his hands worked faster, watching the
heaving breasts with their pebble-hard nipples sway and wobble with passion.
Faster now.
She moved faster, too.
Her back arched.
Her mouth opened.
Paul felt the pressure in his balls grow and then his asscheeks tightened.
His mother began to buck and sway, grinding her hips as she pussy-fucked herself
with the dildo.
She was coming.
Paul's first jet of hot sperm shot out, staining the brick wall of the house.
His mom's savage climax sent another load flying into the night, the thick,
milky jizz spurting wildly, pulsing. He leaned against the wall for support,
knees week, and saw his mother rolling wildly about, finally stopping.
His breath sounded to him like a chain-saw. He could see his mom clearly now as
she extracted the dripping wet dildo and traced a path with it along her
stomach, then her chest to her mouth. She suckled it a moment and then let her
arms fall out to the side, chest heaving as she caught her breath.
Then, she turned on one side, her perfectly rounded ass toward him, and curled
up. Paul staggered back along the wall, somehow missing the air condi- tioner,
and saw to his horror that his running shorts were stained with some of the
evidence of his cum. He couldn't go in like this! What if she saw him?
Still panting, he turned and walked quickly across the yard, diving into the
swimming pool. The water was cold but it would hide the evidence.
The back door to the house opened.
"Paul???"
It was his mom.
"I'm in the pool!"
"I thought you were in your room watching TV?"
"Nothing good to see," he said. "I decided to swim, instead."
"Okay," she said. "I was just worried about you...."
"I'm great," he said.
There was a pause.
His mother stepped down onto the back patio. She was wearing her swimsuit - but
not one he'd ever seen before. It wasn't the old one piece, but rather a bikini
- still modest in some ways but very promising in others. The light from the
house outlined her body perfectly and Paul found the flood of memories of what
he had seen through the window began to stir inside him.
"Paul," she called out. "Do you mind if I join you? Or do you want to
swim alone?"
"Sure mom," Paul called out. "Come on in - the water is really warm....."
Lisa bounded down the patio steps and across the darkened lawn. The light in the
pool was on, giving the entire night scene an almost ethereal glow. Paul took a
moment to quickly scan the new bathing suit his mom was wearing. What happened
to her old one-piece? Why this bikini which, on anybody else, would be modest
but on her seemed so daring?
"I better not get my hair wet!" She slowly walked down into the pool, using the
steps, and Paul envied the way the water clung to her and moved up along her
legs....from the ankles to the knees, then slowly up the thighs.....
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"I guess so," he stammered.
"It is so beautiful out here tonight," she sighed, standing in the shallow end
so that the water lapped slightly at her breasts that were covered by the
bikini top.
Paul felt himself grow a bit dizzy. He suddenly flashed back to the scene
through the window of his mother playing with herself, naked and spread out
across the bed with the dildo stuck so deeply into her. He felt his cock
begin to stiffen a bit and did a quick lap across the pool, brushing close to
his mother.
"You really have a lot of energy," she said, smiling. "Wish I had some of it!"
Paul held on to the side of the pool and tried to catch his breath. Then,
without really thinking, he shoved off from the side of the pool and swam near
the bottom, eyes open, looking at his mother's legs. She was standing with them
slightly apart and he kept get- ting closer. At the last moment, she moved each
leg a little to one side and he swam between them, coming up on the other side
in the shallow water, gasping for breath.
His mother giggled that laugh that she had, the one that sounded to him like
wind chimes. "Ole!" she shouted.
Paul laughed, too, and thought about making another pass between those legs when
Lisa went over to the steps, hands trailing in the warm water with fingers
spread. She sat down on the steps and put her head back. "This might not be such
a good idea," she said.
"Swimming?" Paul asked.
"Well," she began, then stopped, touching at the water with her fingertips. "No.
Not swimming."
"What?" Paul was confused.
"I felt a little lonely tonight and I wanted to be close to you," she said.
"Wanting to be with someone who can give a little company."
"Gosh, Mom," Paul began.
"You are a wonderful son," she said. "What would I have done without you,
especially your help with your little brother?"
"No problem," Paul said.
"I know you don't mind sweetie," she said, and leaned forward and gave him a
light kiss on the lips. Then she sat back and smiled faintly. "I guess you are a
bit too old to be kissed by your mom."
"No," Paul protested. "Not at all."
The glow from the underwater light made his mother's skin look as if it had been
sculpted from some flawless, pale stone. Her green eyes were accented by the
light as well as the mop of red hair that framed her beautiful face. There was a
moment when everything seemed to stop as Paul looked straight into those eyes
which seemed to hold a slightly hidden promise. Suddenly, Lisa broke off the
trance and got to her feet turning and walking up the steps and out of the pool.
"I'm sorry," she said, face suddenly taut. "I should go on to bed. I've had a
little too much wine."
Paul watched his mother walk across the lawn and onto the patio, completely
entranced by the way her ass moved as she walked - a kind of lilting roll that
caught him squarely between the legs. He stepped out of the pool as soon as the
door closed and slipped in the door, stopping by the bathroom near his bedroom
to slip out of his shorts and wrap a towel around his waist. Then he then stood
in the hallway heart pounding and looked toward his mother's door, which was
partly open - as it if it was supposed to have been closed all the way but
didn't quite catch.
He crept slowly down the long, dark hall and peered through the crack in the
door. His mother was sitting on the side of the bed, a towel underneath her to
keep the wet suit from leaving a mark on the covers. She was wiping tears from
her eyes and had her head bent down. In a moment, as if making a decision, she
suddenly stood up and reached around back, unhooking the bikini top and letting
it fall to the floor. Paul gasped, for the view through the door was far more
clear than the one through the bedroom window had been. Immediately his cock
began to swell beneath the towel around his waist.
Her nipples were erect, pinkish in color to match the pale skin and red hair.
The warmth of the water from the pool had met the chill of the central air
conditioner and they had responded accordingly. She rubbed her large, full
breasts with both hands as if to warm them, then reached over to the bedside
table and took a glass of wine, taking a large gulp. She put the glass down and
sat on the bed, her fist hitting the pillow one time in frustration.
Suddenly, her eyes swept over to the crack in the door and she stiffened.
"Paul?" She called out his name again, louder this time, clutching one edge of
the bedspread and pulling it up over her chest.
Paul felt the electricity shoot through him and he wasn't sure if he should
move. Finally, he took a step back, hoping she had not actually seen him, then
another. From down the hall he called out, "Yeah, Mom?"
"Would you come in here, please?"
Paul took a deep breath and then looked down at his erection so visible as it
tented out the towel. He adjusted himself so that it was pointing straight up,
against his skin, and held the towel as best he could so as not to give away his
condition. Having done that, he stepped up and opened the door and peeked in.
"Yeah Mom?"
"Could you come in here a minute, please?"
Paul walked in. "Yes?"
"Were you just at my door?"
Paul felt his face turn bright red. The answer was obvious.
"Come here," she said.
Paul stepped forward, closer to the bed. His mother still had her bedspread up
around her and she looked up at him.
"You are so tall," she said, and then glanced down his chest. Her eyes widened
slightly as she saw the unmistakable bulge that showed through the towel. She
touched at her upper lip with the very tip of her tongue and her breathing
seemed to become jagged. "Oh, Paul," she said, as if from a great distance.
They were silent for a moment. He was looking down at her face while she stared
straight ahead at his hardness. Then, in slow motion, she reached a hand up, her
long fingers moving toward his erection. She touched at the top of the towel and
paused, blinking once but not moving her eyes.
"Oh, Paul," she said again. "I really feel.."
Then she gave the most imperceptible touch at the top of the towel and it half
melted half fell away, allowing Paul's cock to spring free. It was pointing
nearly straight up.
"Paul," she said in a quiet little voice. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he managed.
His mother reached out her fingers again and wrapped them around his fully erect
prick, and her eye- lids fluttered.
"It's been so long," she said. "Forgive me..."
With that, she leaned forward and touched her lips to his cock-head, kissing it
lightly at first and then with a bit more energy. She opened her lips, hesitant
at first, and allowed him to enter ever so slightly into her mouth, his head
resting on her tongue. Paul felt his knees go weak and his chest tightened. His
mother let her hand go from her chest and the bedspread fell away. She moved
forward now, taking her son's heavy cock into her throat and began to slowly
move back and forth. Her hands snaked up and grabbed his ass cheeks and
squeezed, pulling him even deeper - if such a thing was possible.
Paul bent forward slightly and touched at her breasts....trying not to be rough.
She moaned in the back of her throat, which caused a vibration on his cock-head
that sent a shudder of pleasure through him. She continued working on him,
faster now, and then sucked the head while her long fingers pumped at his shaft.
In a moment she pulled back and lay back on the bed, her hand on his arm urging
him to follow her. He fell a bit awkwardly and before he could recover she
kissed him, full on the lips, her tongue moving quickly into his mouth.
Paul felt his cock brush against her inner thigh and the heat from it made her
wiggle. She guided his head down from her lips to her nipples and he tasted his
mother's breast.
"Oh, god, yes," she said in a tight voice. "Suck my nipple please. Roll it, yes,
with your tongue. Yes baby. Bite it. Gently. Gently. Now pull the nipple. Yes.
Yes. Tongue it. Faster. Faster. Oh god, faster."
Paul felt his mother move so that his leg was between her leg, the warmth of her
pussy evident through the fabric of her bikini bottom. She rubbed harder,
squeezing tight. Her clit moved up and down his leg from the knee to the middle
of his thigh.
"Suck me please," she said, but her voice was tight and small. "I'm is going to
cum, baby. I need to come so bad. Help me, Paul. Help me come."
Paul continued working her nipple and felt her warmth go to heat on his leg.
Then, suddenly, she let out a scream and held herself suspended a moment, legs
clamped down on his leg. She bucked wildly, rippling her body as her back arched
and fell, screaming and gasping for air.
Then, she was still. She was breathing hard but managed to say, "Do you jack
off, Paul? Is that what they call it? Jacking off??"
"Yes," he managed, "sometimes..."
She pushed him and guided him until he was standing again and she sat on the
corner of the bed. "Do it for me. Show me. Show me how you come."
Paul's cock-head was on fire and he began to stroke quickly. His mother moved
slightly and then cupped her breasts, raising them up as she pushed them
together. It was as if she was forming a receptacle for what was to come issuing
forth from his aching cock.
"Good," she cooed. "Good...look what I have for you."
Paul looked down at the full breasts held up and together. His mother leaned
forward slightly and moved her tits from side to the side so that the nipples
brushed across the bottom of his balls. That was more than he could take and
with one more quick pump of his right hand his cock exploded in a stream of jism
that covered his mother's breasts. In the spasm of ecstasy he moved enough to
send a shower of cum onto her face, some of it catching her lips.
"Milk it dry for me baby," she said in a voice so soft and sexy as to cause one
last wave of cum to shoot forth. Then, she leaned forward and took his quivering
cock into her mouth, cleaning him. Then, she fell back onto the bed, looking up
at the ceiling, breathing so hard that he could see her breasts rise and fall.
"Paul," she said. "I'm so sorry."
"Sorry?" he asked. "Please don't be."
"I'm so confused," she said. "It was so good. So very good."
Paul nodded, his knees weak.
"Lay down here next to me baby," she said. "Please. Hold me."
With that, she pulled back the covers and slip- ped under them. She reached down
and in a moment the bikini bottoms were in her hand. She threw them on the
floor. "Please?"
He crawled under the covers and moved next to her. Her body was hot but covered
with a cool sweat.
"We really cannot do this," she said. "Ever again. But tonight. Please, tonight?
Tonight is ours?"
Paul felt himself growing hard against the pres- sure of her leg.
"All right, mom," he said. "Tonight."
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