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Disclaimer: The following material is intended for adults only, for
example, people over eighteen years old in the United States.  This

material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  Any resemblance between the
characters in these accounts and real people, either living or deceased, is
purely coincidental.  If you would be offended by the fictional sexual
experiences and fantasies of fictional people - in this case, sons and
their mothers -- then you should seek other entertainment.  As this is a
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   WATCHING MOM CHAPTER ONE

   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 uneven surface.  There was no sound other than the
beating of his heart which was now starting to be a throbbing hammer to 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 preparations he'd made! 
Everything was perfect, and timing was essential.  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, Lisa, 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 inside 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 late thirties now,
but that was a shock to most people because she still looked good.  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
ago.  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 herself.
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 rounded ass was
amazing, but it was what the suit revealed in the front that gave him many
hours of masturbating.

   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 beginnings of the
window.  He moved slowly into place and found that his work on the window
blinds and curtain hadn't been detected.  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 reaction was to bolt and run,
probably doing an OJ and banging off the air conditioner unit.  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 Paul saw 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's 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 at the
full lips.  She rubbed a little faster, but her fingers were no longer in a
circle, but moving in and out.  At the angle, Paul could begin to see the
traces of a patch of red hair between her legs.

   He felt his cock suddenly jump to life.  She was masturbating!  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 then slid over and pulled the robe open slightly, letting
it fall partways 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, straight.  He
grasped it firmly now but began to lightly stroke it, watching.

   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 now.  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 now.

   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.

   Lisa's fingers of her 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.

   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 first droplets of precum on
his hand.  When his mother's hand came up, it had a large black something
in it - shaped somewhat like a cock.

   His mother spread her legs wider now and Paul felt his breath catch as
he saw her take the tip of that thing (Was that what they called a dildo?
He'd never seen one!) and move it to her pussy.  In a moment it slid in -
although 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 dildo in and out of her
hungry slit.  Her eyes were smoky and lust-glazed now.  Lying on her back
and pumping the black tool in glorious abandon, his mother was twitching
now, almost convulsing.  She brought her legs up and put her feet on the
edge of the bed, knees toward the ceiling.  The motion of her arms caused
her tremulous breasts to juggle 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 now, 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 chainsaw.  He could see his mom clearly
now as she extracted the dripping wet dildo and traced a path with it along
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
conditioner, 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?"

   END OF PART ONE WATCHING MOM, Chapter Two

   "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 took a shower and just felt like one more dip in the pool," she said.
"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 and her legs.  She
was standing with them slightly apart and he kept getting 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 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 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.  He then stood in the hallway 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 mark on the covers.  She
was wiping a tear from her eye and had her head 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 eyelids fluttered.

   "It's been so long," she said.  "Forgive me..."

   With that, she leaned forward and touched her lips to his cockhead,
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 cockhead 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 your mommy's nipple.
Roll it, yes, with your tongue.  Yes, baby.  Bite it.  Gently.  Gently. 
Now pull mommy's 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 mommy," she said, but her voice was tight and small.  "Mommy is
going to cum, baby.  Mommy needs to come so bad.  Help me, Paul.  Help
mommy 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 cockhead 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 mommy has 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 mommy," 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 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 mommy," she said.  "Please.  Hold me."

   With that, she pulled back the covers and slipped 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 pressure of her leg.
   "All right, mom," he said.  "Tonight." 
