2 comments/ 50768 views/ 13 favorites Spying on Anthony's Mom was Hot Ch. 02 By: JRob My best friend Anthony's mother (and father) had accidentally put on a sexual show for me, and the woman knew I was watching. How hot is that. And she didn't tell. She actually liked being the star as I later found out. I have to admit that I never, ever thought I'd ever see my friend Anthony's mom naked. In a bikini, sure, or maybe shorts and a white blouse you could see through. But naked, no way, no how, wasn't going to happen. She was the perfect woman, looking wonderful in her smartly fit business suit. When I saw her coming home from work I'd marvel at how superb she looked. Professional with a sense of sexuality. She appeared to be a lot younger than her 41 years of age. That blazer covered up her blouses, but there were times when she'd come home, shuck the blazer, and I'd catch glimpses of her bra under the white or blue top. I just loved watching her. So it was unbelievable when I accidentally caught her in her bedroom from a perch in my parent's attic. It was so unplanned that made it only hotter. And not once but twice I'd caught her masturbating, saw her blowing and humping her husband, and doing things I'd only dreamed that she'd done. The thing of it is, Mrs. Easterly knew I was watching. She admitted as much after the first time, swearing me to silence. Of course I swore the secret would remain quiet forever. That led to the second escapade when she as much as promised I'd see real action prior to her husband heading out for his golf date. Later that afternoon, when I knew the coast was clear, I spoke with the sexy woman when I went over to see if my friend Anthony was home. Oh, I knew he wasn't, but it gave me cover to stop over. "We'll, young man, I an certain you didn't cover your eyes this morning, did you?" joked the woman, who knew full well I'd witness her frolicking with her husband and later with herself. "You are a naughty, naughty boy." Smiling, I quietly mentioned that she was very naughty that morning. "You looked absolutely beautiful! I just had to look, I had no choice. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, it was so very hot." "Did you, well, masturbate while watching us? Or after?" Nodding my head, I told her I did just that. "Did you clean things up after? Remember, moms know things. No evidence, right?" "Absolutely no evidence, I cleaned up the mess," I proudly admitted. "There was a lot, you know, a lot of stuff. You were awesome, the whole escapade was awesome." "Escapade?" she said with surprise. "My loving husband and I were making love, and you were a naughty voyeur." We spoke for a couple minutes, with the woman reminding me that it was our own little secret. She also said that her husband told her that he wanted to hit the daily double that day...nooky in the morning before golf and nooky after his round as well. "Normally I'd tell him once was more than enough, but, well I have a little incentive to do a little show for you if you would like," said Mrs. Easterly with a smile. "Anything special you'd like to see sweetie?" Staring at the woman, I shook my head. "Really? You'd do something just for me?" She said it depended on what it was, but yes. "Does he ever, well, you know, do you from behind?" The woman actually blushed. She shook her head yes. "You mean, doggie style? Yes, he likes that. Maybe you'd like a short chiffon lace baby doll nightie to look at?" Smiling, I thought I'd ask for something special. "Do you have red panties...they would be so hot peeking out under your nightie." She shook her head but agreed, as long as Anthony wasn't at home as they'd be making too much noise with her taking it from behind. "I get a little vocal when we do it that way." I left the house with a big smile and a feeling of anticipation. On one hand I knew I was going to see something so very erotic, but on the other, I wondered what Mrs. Easterly was getting out of her exhibitionism. Making a mental note to ask her, I wondered if she got off showing herself to me. Barely having left the Easterly residence I was in my front yard when Anthony came bounding down the street. We shot the bull for a bit, and I couldn't help wondering if he knew is mother liked to show off her body in front of "strangers" like me. Of course not. But I also wondered if he ever heard his mom and dad doing naughty things in the bedroom. Anthony told me all about his day at his part-time job, I related some BS story about reading a book. We spoke for 20 minutes when I came up with an idea. I made up a story. "Damn I was up late the other night, well actually I was sound asleep but then a noise woke me up. I haven't been able to get back on schedule since." Anthony was intrigued. "What was it, the wind?" "No, something was blowing, but it wasn't the wind..." He looked at me strangely. "What do you mean?" I swore him to secrecy, and then related the tale that I thought I heard by mom and dad doing the nasty around midnight. "I never hear them, didn't think they did it, but they apparently do once in a while. I heard them going at it." That was partially true. On one hand I didn't hear them often, but there were a couple times where there was some noises coming from their bedroom that could have been them having sex, along with giggles and groans. And the one time my mom came downstairs in her nightie after she turned beet red when she saw me. Busted! Anthony related the story about how he heard his parents doing it a couple times as well, both times when he was supposed to be sleeping. "My dad checked on me, I was whacking off, so I stayed perfectly still and had my eyes closed. Sure enough, about 15 minutes later I heard their bed bouncing. They had to be doing it." We snickered at the thought, but I really was smiling inside because I knew Anthony's mom in a more intimate way. She was awesome. I just hoped to catch the afternoon show today. We made plans to shoot hoops at 4, and went our own ways. I just hoped he didn't get in the way of my show this afternoon. In the meantime, I did some chores to keep the parents satisfied, all the while listening for the Easterly car to arrive back home so I could steal my way to the attic. Mom and dad were sitting on the porch when Mr. Easterly arrived home. They all spoke for a little bit while I snuck upstairs to my secluded lair. Looking down, I didn't see Mrs. Easterly at all, and the more I watched the less I was sure I'd get my voyeuristic wish that day. The one time I did see her she was dressed normally for a weekend afternoon. Nothing frilly or sexy, merely loose fitting jeans and a blouse. It wasn't encouraging. Listening, I heard Mr. Easterly head toward his house, but when I saw him in his room he was talking but didn't appear to have sex on the mind. His wife pointed to the shower, and when out of the room she looked around then up towards my perch. She smiled and put her finger to her lips! Silence. Of course. Nearly "Showtime!" Mrs. Easterly disappeared for a bit, and when I saw her next it was heaven. Oh, she had on a pink chiffon somewhat longer baby doll nightie than the other one I'd seen, the kind with lace around the trim. The red panties I'd requested were peeking out below. She was brushing her hair when Mr. Easterly came out of the bathroom, drying himself. After one look at his wife, looked startled, and the show was on. The two spoke for a minute, but most of the talking was balance with the man fondling his wife's butt. Soon they got down to real sexy business. Mr. Easterly held my friend's mom from behind, rubbing up against her hot red panties while fondling her breasts. They just sort of stood there, holding each other, for a minute. He nibbled her neck, and for her part she was making rotating motions down below. Suddenly Mrs. Easterly dropped to her knees as the guy dropped his towel. She knelt before her husband and proceeded to lick his balls while holding his cock in her hand, slowly stroking it to a firm hardness. Her husband's eyes were closed, head back, enjoying the sensations. She worked his balls for a bit before switching into licking dick mode, as she licked up and down his hardening cock, back down to his balls, and then up to the tip of his cock. They might have done the nasty that morning, but Mr. Easterly was ready for more in the late afternoon. Mrs. Easterly wrapped one hand around the base of her husband's dick, stroking while sucking the tip. Then she moved her head away, slipped her other and around the top of the cock. She began slowly stroking in two directions, the bottom hand jerking while the top moving to the left and right. All the while she stared at the cock, as if admiring her work. She stroked him, playing off his reactions. If he liked the actions she did more of them, and the guy was rocking to her ministrations. Anthony's mom sucked her husband for a few minutes before he couldn't take any more and she deliberated then move in the direction of the bed. She hesitated for a second, and then took a fall onto her back, spreading her legs. The man moved on top of her and said something to his wife while rubbing his dick up and down her slinky red panties. He kept that action up for a bit before slipping his hands around the waistband of the panties. He lifted himself, then her, and slipped those dainty nothings down her legs. It was an erotic site, and just their sensual movements had me stroking. Then, with a forceful thrust, he slid his dick into her soaking wet pussy, all the way in to his balls. He held himself steady there for a few seconds before beginning a series of thrust into and out of his wife. She held his ass, sort of guiding him, but he was really in charge and I think she was merely holding on. It was so hot watching him rut her, bouncing in and out of my favorite woman. He started pulling her legs up even higher and I saw her grimace and moan. It was an awesome fuck. Her eyes closed, her mouth clinched and I swear she was cuming right down there in front of me. And then she went limp. Her husband kept fucking his wife, but apparently wasn't ready to cum, so they sort of held each other while he slowly slipped in and out of her willing pussy. All the while the two were talking to each other. Who knows what they were saying, but it was most likely love talk or maybe a little bit of asking or a little bit of direction. Mrs. Easterly soon pushed her husband up from her prone body and she came to a sitting position. Once again the man inserted his throbbing cock into her hungry mouth and began getting blown again. Damn, it was hot. He held her head tenderly as his rocking cock went in and out of her hot sucking mouth. I found it so erotic watching the two, and only wished I could hear the action. But it was so exciting being a voyeur to their actions, and it was especially hot knowing the woman knew I was watching with riveted eyes. Maybe she wanted a little more cock, or maybe she didn't want her husband to finish in her mouth. Or maybe she wanted me to enjoy more action. Whatever the thinking was, she soon pushed him away, but not before stroking his dick and then tenderly kissing the tip. Arising, she kissed her husband, then moved over toward the bureau by the window directly below me. She stood there, and I swear she looked up at me and smiled while her hubby was again smooching her neck. With a wink, she bent over at the waist and nestled her head between elbows on the wooden bureau. It was a sexy sight. She was staring ahead as her man moved into position to the rear of her. He rubbed his dick up and down her slit from behind, as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. All of a sudden he thrust his cock deep inside her hole, and the girl opened her mouth in surprise. She actually gasped at the actions! I really couldn't see the actual insertion fucking, only the fucking actions, and it was still hot. While I liked watching his cock attack her tempting hole when they were on the bed, watching from this position allowed me to see her face and all its contortions. Her head would move, a little to the side, a little up and down, while all the while her eyes would open and close almost without looking. She would grimace, hold her breath, exhale slowly and seemingly cry out something. Just watching her head would have been a perfect movie to watch, even without knowing her husband was rutting her from behind. And rutting he was. He was banging his wife with abandon, totally lost in the fuck. She'd rock a little forward and back, her elbows stretching against their positioning on the bureau. The man held the sides of her ass for maneuverability, humping hard as he fucked his wife. Soon the man's head pushed back, opposite the pushing forward his dick was doing, and he appeared to be crying out something. Slipping my eyes back to Mrs. Easterly's face, she was biting her lower lip and grimacing as the man was obviously manhandling her in a most intimate way. Suddenly he pulled back, pulled his wife by the hair and she pushed back and got in front of her man as he directed his hard throbbing cock back into the familiar mouth of his wife and unloaded goblets of cum sauce from his loins. I mean, well, he fucked her mouth for a minute as he unloaded. Of course I came as well, all over the boxes and floor, but my eyes never left the coupling couple. It was as if his dick was on a leash to her mouth, as even when he pulled out of her she was all over it, kissing, licking and then sucking it once more. Finally he lifted her and held her tenderly against him as they basked in the aftermath of their hot, sexy session. They were both breathing hard, catching their breath while enjoying the feelings each had. It was special watching the loving couple holding each other tight, but in a way I was jealous that it wasn't me. I think I was in love with my best friend's mother. Spying on Anthony's Mom was Hot Ch. 03 There is something about catching someone "in the act", and when that someone is your best friend's mom, his prim and proper mother, well that's beyond hot. That was the case when I spied on Anthony's mother. My best friend Anthony's mother was not only hot. She was hot for sure, but she was also a bit of en exhibitionist. How did I know? Well, my lovely next-door neighbor, my prim and proper MILF, my, well, perfect woman had given several naughty shows for me over the course of the last month. These shows were awesome. While she did some solo masturbatory work, her best work was with her husband. He was an unknowing participant. This had all started when I accidently spied on them from the attic in my parent's house. Just 19, I'd been a late bloomer to the world of sex as the books won over from gallivanting around on dates. I'd had a few, but not to the sexual nature other than a few feels of Melissa's mounds over her clothing. The thing is, as I explained in the first two segments of this saga, I not only accidentally caught Mrs. Easterly (and later her husband) doing the nasty, she actually spied me on my spy perch and confronted me about it. At first I was scared she'd tell my parents, who undoubtedly would go ballistic as they tend to do about anything I do that is a little untoward. But after a few minutes the lovely lady admitted the whole idea of me watch her and her husband cavort was quite erotic to her. And if I liked so be it. She enjoyed putting on a show, but of course insisted that if her husband knew there would be hell to pay. So we each had a good reason not to reveal anything about our viewing and acting pleasures. Of course, if my best friend Anthony found out it would have been bad because he'd beat the crapola out of me. Heck he got pissed with I once said his mom looked hot. Anthony had, though, recently matured a little after I admitted I'd "caught" my parents doing the nasty one night. I explained it was an accident and that I thought it was just some moving in the house. But I sleuthed around and sure enough they were screwing like bunnies. That got Anthony to open up and admit he's had a similar experience. "I had feigned sleep when my father checked, but sure enough later that night I heard the headboard bang and the bed bounce as they did naughty things in their bedroom," said my long-time best friend. "My mom was, well, a little vocal and dad was apparently a bull. I had no idea they were still getting it on, but apparently they are!" We both laughed at the actions, our parent's still getting it on after years of marriage. And the two of us were still virgins. I thought back to the day when I accidently spied on Mr. and Mrs. Easterly having a romp in the bedroom, a vision that I will never, ever forget. It was so hot, so erotic, so naughty and I shot a copious load before they'd even finished. Thing is, Mrs. Easterly had seen me and later confronted me about my voyeurism. Of course I was embarrassed, but soon she smiled and said all was well. She could keep a secret if I could keep a secret. Boy, could I? Of course. Since then there have been a couple occasions where I'd spied on the couple, watching naughty things while whacking off. She even allowed me to help pick her wardrobe on one occasion. It was as if I was a director and she was an actress. After school one day I heard a car pull up next door and spied Mrs. Easterly in the driver seat talking on her cell phone. I slipped quickly downstairs to catch a word with her and caught up just as she was finishing her call. "Yes, I can show the house tomorrow. Let's make it at 10. Thanks for the lead." The woman clicked off the phone, turned, and smiled. "Hi Jon, how are you today." Explaining I was doing well we exchanged items about our day in her kitchen. It was then she smiled and said she had to be careful as her husband was getting a little questioning about her recent bedroom actions. "You know, over the last few weeks we've, well, you know, done it more than in the last year," said the woman. "Why, he even asked if I'd been having an affair! I think he was joking, but the thought was there. So I don't know if we can do any shows for you anytime soon. I have to be careful!" Disappointed, I of course understood. "But there will be other times?" "Of course honey. In fact, I'm a little, uh, randy right now. I was going upstairs and, well, you know, who knows what will happen. But he will be home within the hour so...." I caught her drift. The woman wanted to show off a little, and if I happened to be spying, well, so be it. Rushing upstairs, I made sure nobody was home and got to my perch in a jiff. Dropping my pants, I got myself very, very comfortable. It wasn't long before Mrs. Easterly came into few, totally ignoring the fact I was 10 yards away and on a higher floor looking directly into her bedroom. She made some pretext of cleaning and putting items away, but I think she was just getting into the role. First, she took off her green blazer, and then pulled something out of her hair. She began unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it out of her long black skirt to ensure all the buttons were unfastened. Soon the blouse was loose, but she didn't take it off. Under was a pretty white push up bra that made her breasts appear fuller. Wow, the woman looked so very hot, and I stroked my cock as she went through her actions. She knew she had my eyes looking fiercely at her as she played with her breasts over that frilly bra, as if she was a girl at home alone thinking of her boyfriend from school. At least that was my thought, my fantasy. Maybe she was thinking of me! Soon she had other ideas, reaching under her skirt and slipping down her pantyhose with a little flourish. Yes, she knew my eyes were riveted on the action. Somehow she'd kicked off her shoes --- I hadn't seen when --- and the hose came off and was placed on her bed next to the blazer. She unzipped her skirt next, sliding that down and off, and there she was. In panties and bra with her blouse open for me to see. It was quite sexy a look, and I realized it was part of her tease that she left on the top. While caressing her breasts she brought down her hand and began slowly fingering her panties and I swear I could see a wet spot. Of course I didn't but my mind was working overtime at watching the woman intimately caress herself. She appeared totally oblivious to me, but I knew it was all part of the show. It was hot, and so very erotic I had to fight off the urge to shoot my load way too early with so much action left. Mrs. Easterly moved her hands to her sides and grasp her panties, sliding them down her legs and kicking them off. She moved her fingers back to her now wet pussy and began caressing, fingering and plunging in and out of her core. Damn that was hot. But the best was yet to come. Almost as if at intermission the woman stopped after a few minutes of fingering herself and I saw a huge smile on her face. She brought a finger up to her mouth as if to quiet me (was I making noise? Of course not, but it was so hot her admitting she knew I was there). She walked out of site and came back into view with a simple chair, which she sat in the center of the room. She then went over to the bureau, the same one I saw her bent over and taking it from behind from her husband a while back. She went to a lower drawer and reached for something. Removing a fake cock, a dildo, from the bureau, she returned to her role and sat in the chair. She took the cock and brought it to her lips, first kissing it, then licking it, and then inserting into her mouth and sucking it like a hard throbbing cock. It was so erotic. I was reminded of a girl at school who used to eat an ice cream cone at lunch and totally tantalize the guys with her licking action. She almost made me cum in my pants with her actions. Now Mrs. Easterly was bringing out the same dancing thought in my mind as she sucked off the dildo. What occurred next was unbelievable. She licked the bottom part of the dildo, stood, and secured it somehow on the seat. Standing to the side, she looked up at me and smiled. Reaching over, she gave a squeeze to a bottle of what I presumed was some kind of lube and jerked off the fake cock with it. And then she straddled the cock and opened her pussy lips, slowly slipping down on the fake dick. Unbelievable, she was fucking the fake cock right in front of my eyes. Mrs. Easterly slowly slipped up and down on the cock, her eyes closed and into the actions. It was an amazing sight, and I couldn't believe how easily she worked herself on the dick. She kept up the action for a couple minutes and then rose off the dick, and I was afraid the show was over. But she moved the chair closer to the bureau and remounted the fake cock. Up and down she went, but was able to now brace herself by placing her hands on the bureau and bouncing her ass up and down as the cock was securely fastened to her sopping wet pussy. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth sort of open, as the cock had its way with her. She was controlling the action, but wow, I wish I were under her with my dick pistoning in and out of her snatch. At this point I believe she was totally lost in the action, fucking the dildo like no tomorrow and I couldn't help myself. My cum started to spurt all over, some hitting the window while the rest made a mess of a nearby box. Mrs. Easterly was right behind me, and I saw as she gasp and threw her head to the side, obviously cumming on my new hero, the fake cock. We both luxuriated in the feelings, she sort of giving a hum and smiling. Me standing there with my cock in my hand and a goofy look on my face I'm sure. Soon she arose from the secure seat, and had to work a little to unhitch the cock from the chair. She turned, looked up at me, and licked her cock as I thought how naughty it was her licking her own secretions off the dick. My mind was crazed by the actions, of course, and all I could do was give her a big thumbs up! She smiled and reached over and closed the curtain. Shows over, but I still gave it a standing ovation. I couldn't help myself, my dick was hard again, and I sat back and whacked off for the second time in a few minutes and came while thinking of my wonderful neighbor. Spying on Anthony's Mom was Hot Ch. 04 Trevor Easterly was in a quandary in that normally his job sucked and his wife was work. Recently though, it was the other way around and he was confused about what was going on. Work was getting better by the day, while at home Carol, his lovely wife, was almost as amorous as the weeks following their honeymoon 20 some years before. In recent years their lovemaking centered around a one every other week session, and maybe on some major holidays. Both were professionals, he being an architect while his wife a real estate salesperson. These days there was less building due to economic reasons ensuring his boss was all over his ass about every design he did. It lacked this, it didn't consider that, you know how it is when times get tight. Carol's sudden interest in sex was both good and bad. Trevor wasn't complaining, but on the other side he wondered if she had a new love interest that was sparking new demand on her part. Maybe she was cheating on him, but there weren't many overt signs. Or maybe she was just getting her second wind. In any event over the last several months she'd been a tigress in the bedroom. She used to despise oral sex, whether giving or receiving, yet recently she not only performed but she was seemingly enjoying the nocturnal activities. And while for years missionary was the position of choice, these days she offered a wide array of positions including her new favorite, doggie. Trevor wasn't complaining, but he was feeling a high level of guilt from a fling he had with a much younger girl in accounting the year before. He'd never strayed in his marriage --- save one hooker at a Nevada brothel years ago while on a business trip. Then there was the young accountant Missy. She was on the rebound after being dumped twice in two months, and she seduced him one night after a holiday party. Carol was sick, so Trevor went and had a good time talking and dancing and right before leaving he continued a conversation from earlier in the night with Missy. Just 22, she was sexy, hot and drunk. She slurred her words and they went outside to hear each other better. Knowing she couldn't drive in her state, she accepted his offer of a ride home. One thing led to another and soon they were parking by the lake and Missy was performing fellatio on his manhood. It wasn't long before he was in the passenger seat and Missy's skirt was up, panties down, and she was riding his cock. It was erotic and animal. He dropped her off, eliciting the promise of a return performance, but the following Monday she acted as if the whole escapade didn't happen. He later heard from a friend that Missy was working her way through the guys in the office, and to be careful she didn't corral him as well. Trevor only smiled. Still, given his wife Carol's recent increase in libido, he wondered whether she had found out about his one-nighter, or, on the other hand, had one of her own. Maybe she had a lover? @ @ @ @ Carol Easterly had so many mixed emotions about her recent bedroom escapades that had been observed by her neighbor's son. Damn, it was so wrong. But deep inside it was so right. She hadn't felt this sexy in years. Becoming an exhibitionist in her own bedroom while being spied on from above was so very hot. As long as there wasn't sex, physical contact and sex, what was the problem she assured herself. They weren't sleeping together. She was merely having sex with her husband while knowing someone was watching. Why was that different than the times when she and Trevor in their younger days were caught fooling around in the car? Once they were at the train station, and she was kneeling on the passenger seat blowing her husband while a freight train slowly went past. Oh, the engineer had gotten an eyeful, her sucking off her husband with him lifting her skirt and playing with her ass. That engineer gave a couple toots of the horn. Another time on a long fall walk they had the urge. Well Trevor did, anyway. He convinced her a quickie was in order and they walked from the main path along a deer path ending up near an old oak tree. There, Carol bent over and held the tree while Trevor dropped both her and his jeans, pulled her ass back, and slipped his dick inside from behind. Totally into their quick fuck they didn't hear a fisherman walking toward them until it was too late. He had stumbled upon them and watched before Trevor jumped back in surprise. They were embarrassed but the guy was cool. He said he was sorry for interrupting them, and even offered to walk toward the main path and keep a lookout while they "finished what they were doing." Try as they might, neither could finish the act. Carol smiled while thinking of those past escapades, and thought of the more recent ones that involved some performing by herself or with her husband as the college boy next door watched. It was so very hot. She'd cooled it in recent weeks, as she suspected her husband had, well, suspected something amiss. Yet she totally missed the sensual action and decided to throw a little bit of caution to the wind and get ready for the next act. @ @ @ @ I have to tell you the last month has been terrible for me and my so-called sex life. For weeks I'd been spying on my best friend's mom and at times mom and dad, as they behaved like teenagers in their bedroom. I got to see it all, from oral sex to full screwing to private personal masturbation sex. Along the way I got to feel my girlfriend's breasts to sample some real life tit flesh. It was an awesome feeling. Then my girlfriend dumped me and Mrs. Easterly, my best friend's mom, told me that the exhibition show from her bedroom had to stop for a while as she thought her husband was getting close to finding out about our little show and tell session. It was as if I had gone from the top of the world to the outhouse, nearly overnight. Damn, that's tough to take. But I didn't mope, I just took solace in that Mrs. Easterly didn't say it was over between us, just on hold. Rereading the above paragraph, I realize nothing was physically "going on" between us, I'd never touched the woman in any way...except with my eyes. I'd seen her blow her husband, play with her pussy, get dressed and undressed in my own little peep show, but I'd never touched her. Ours was a visual relationship, me from my spying perch in the attic of my parent's house, she with the shades open in her bedroom. Only over the last month by design those shades had been closed. Anthony and I had continued our basketball playing, studying together and even card playing which sometimes included his mother. I had a special tingle at the poker table knowing that I didn't have to play strip poker to see Anthony's mom naked as the day she was born. No, I'd seen her in all her naked glory on numerous times in her bedroom. Hell, I'd seen his dad rub his cock all up and down Mrs. Easterly's behind before fucking her over the chest of drawers. On those occasions, I didn't just focus on the fucking. No, I watched Mrs. Easterly's face as it smiled, grimaced and contorted this way and that while her husband banged her from behind. I lovingly looked into her eyes as they caught mine. Damn, that was really hot. Once she even blew me a kiss while she was getting humped from the back. I really missed those sessions, and could only wait until they began again. I hoped and hoped those shades would open once again for my viewing, but I didn't push things. Over time I knew she would keep her promise and she'd be performing while I watched. The words I longed to hear came unexpectedly one afternoon when Anthony and I were studying after our classes. We were deeply involved in math equations when Mrs. Easterly came home from work in a great mood. Apparently the real estate salesperson was on the verge of a big sale, hopefully the following day. She looked adorable in her blazer covering her yellow blouse. Her black skirt was trimmed to her body well, and I know that if I was in the home buying marketplace she was the woman to sell me. She sat with us for a while before Anthony ran upstairs to get another book. Mrs. Easterly looked at me, smiled, and asked if I'd missed her. Nodding yes, I started telling her how much before she shooshed me. "Tonight, if Mr. Easterly plays his cards right, he will be having a firecracker for a wife....heck, maybe the shades will be open!" My dick hardened at the thought, and when Anthony returned I struggled to keep from moving around in my seat. Mrs. Easterly told her son that she and Mr. Easterly would be going out to dinner tonight. I surmised that was code for me to keep a lookout when they returned from their date, and boy, was I right! I watched as the couple left their house for dinner, with Anthony's mom looking pretty in a sweater and slacks. Three hours later I heard their auto arrive back at home, and, after checking as to where my parents were, I slipped up to the attic. It was so very dark, their shades were open, and I waited what seemed an eternity before the lights clicked on. First Mr. Easterly entered the view, talking with his wife, and then slipping into the bathroom. Mrs. Easterly looked up, as if to see if I was there, and flashed me a thumbs up and a smile before sitting on the bed. Mr. Easterly came back into the room, his shirt partially open, and lifted his wife from her seat. The two kissed for a few minutes, their hands caressing each other's body. Mr. Easterly spent a lot of time fondling his wife's ass while kissing her neck. Soon he was pushing her down, and she took the fall I loved to see onto her knees. Mrs. Easterly made a point of taking her time teasing her husband. She played with his ass before slowly unzipping his trousers. Reaching around inside, she ultimately slipped out his dick and began kissing it all over before ovaling her mouth and sucking his cock. The man apparently loved it, rocking slowly in and out of his wife's hot, wet and willing mouth before grasping the back of her head to guide the action. He used her head for his nasty pleasure for a good three or four minutes before lifting her up and kissing her lovely red lips. This time Mrs. Easterly took the initiative, dropping her man's pants and pushing him back on the bed. He kicked off his pants and underwear as his wife quickly dropped her slacks and slowly lowered her French cut lace panties. She slipped atop her husband and grasp his cock, sliding it up and down her slit, before sitting down on the dick. What happened next was so sensuous, so sexy, and so hot. She rode her husband slowly as his hands grasp her ass to help guide the action. Slowly she went, up and down on his cock, and I couldn't help see his eyes open and close as he mouthed sweet nothings to his wife. They continued the coupling for several minutes before he pushed her over onto her back and repositioned himself atop her. Soon he was thrusting in an out of his wife with tremendous fervor. In and out he went as the two lost track of time with their humping. I saw his ass clench, and realized that he was shooting his load of man sauce deep into his wife's snatch. She looked so perfect there, taking his cock as he collapsed on her. They lie together for a minute before she opened her eyes, looking right up at me and winking several times. She smiled at me, her husband on top of her totally spent. After a bit she moved him onto his back and then did the unthinkable. She bent her head over and started cleaning his pussy tasting cock with her mouth. In it's flaccid state she could take all into her mouth, and she did a great job of cleaning the dick. Damn, it was hot, and watching that action set me jerking my dick off and shooting my load as well. I wondered if she knew she got me off just minutes after getting her husband off! Lost in the action I didn't realize the man was looking my way, and when I did I recoiled back. I don't think he saw me staring at the action below but he could have, and that thought kept me up. Finally, after a bit, I realized there was nothing I could do about it if he had seen me. The next day Mrs. Easterly went to meet her client and Mr. Easterly went to his weekly golf game. Later in the day she arrived back home with a big smile having made the sale. She told me so in the driveway, and I felt so happy for her. When she invited me inside to help her move some boxes, I quickly agreed to help. Of course, there were not items to move. She gave me a hug and asked if I'd liked the show the night before. "Oh my, Mrs. Easterly, that was so very hot. I was so happy for you and Mr. Easterly. You two were amazing." She smiled and asked if I had jerked off. "Oh, did I. How could I not?" was my embarrassed reply. She asked if I always jerked off. She'd asked me that question before, and I'd always said yes, but I think it turned her on knowing that I had. "Come downstairs and show me what you did." I couldn't believe my ears. Did I hear the woman correctly? Did she just ask me to jerk off for her? I think she did. And when she led me downstairs to a chair in the basement, I knew she did. Mrs. Easterly sat in the couch and directed the action. "Take off your pants, and your underwear too," demanded my best friend's mother. "Tell me what you think about when you play with your dick. Dropping my pants, I stood and took them off. I mentioned that I always thought of her, even if I wasn't watching. Late at night in my bed I stroke myself off thinking of her. Standing there with tight blue underwear and a tee shirt, I felt so embarrassed. "Well, come on now, we don't have all day. My husband will be home in about an hour and a half, drop those drawers and let me see what you have...oh, that's a nice cock!" I had taken off my underwear and tried to cover my semi-hard cock, but it had a mind of its own. It grew because of the situation. I think it liked showing off for the woman. I sat down as Mrs. Easterly asked me to stroke my dick. I did, looking down at the floor. Hearing a rustling from the couch I looked up. Mrs. Easterly had stood and was taking off her work blazer. She then unzipped her prim black skirt and slid it off, displaying her nude stockings and baby blue panties. "I wore my stockings for luck," said the woman, commenting on her thigh high stockings that had the lacy tops. She unbuttoned her blue top and soon that joined the skirt and blazer on the floor as she stood in just her bra, panties and stockings. Sitting back on the couch, she smiled and asked, no demanded, that I stroke my dick and enjoy myself. Oh, did I. My dick jumped at my touch and my eyes couldn't leave Mrs. Easterly's prone body. She lifted a bra cup and showed me a meaty breast. She lifted the bra up showing both breasts, but didn't unhook it. And then she reached down and fingered her pussy. I watched as she masturbated while I did the same just feet apart. We worked our own sex to our own tune, eyes locked on each other's body. I looked away from her panties, but only for a minute. I had to look again and that sent me over the edge. Soon I was spurting cum all over the basement rug, my head back and eyes closed. The sounds from the couch opened my eyes though, as Mrs. Easterly was bouncing up and down and whimpering as she came herself. I stared as she worked her fingers in and out of her pussy as the dampness showed on her panties. Amazing. We both were breathing hard for a couple awkward minutes before Mrs. Easterly smiled. "That was so erotic, so hot. You have a great cock, and that will make a lot of girls happy," said my best friend's mom. "We shouldn't have done this, but it will be our secret, right?" Nodding my head in the affirmative, I just muttered a quick "thank you." Once again a caring mom, she smiled and told me to get dressed quickly. Her husband would be home soon! She put on her blouse, but kept the rest of her clothing off and in her hands. She dropped things off in the laundry room and came out with a wet towel. Scooting me home, I walked away and thanked her once again as she was reaching over to wipe off my manly sauce off the floor. Looking back one last time I noticed her finger picked up a bit of cum and she brought it to her mouth. "Oh my goodness, " I thought. "My best friend's mom just sucked down some of my cum."