3 comments/ 48545 views/ 20 favorites From The Attic Window By: ThothAcolyte "Ian, your grandpa had some cool shit!" I exclaimed, examining the World War 2 era infantry helmet I had dug out of the bottom of a wooden chest. "Yeah, he kept a lot of interesting junk." Ian replied, sifting through another box. We were in Ian's attic, looking through all the things his grandpa had collected and stored up there. He had apparently fought in World War 2, and was also a major pack rat. "Hey, Lenny, check this out!" Ian said, holding up an old pair of army issue binoculars. "Do they work?" I asked skeptically. "Yeah, check it out!" He replied, handing them to me. I peered through the lenses at Ian, magnifying his face by a substantial margin. "Nice." I went over to the small, round window in the wall and looked out over the neighborhood. The window was positioned at the very top of the house, over the backyard, which was surrounded by tall hedges for privacy. However, the attic was high enough for me to get a clear view over the hedges, and I used the binoculars to survey the block, spotting nothing more interesting than some kids on scooters down the street. Ian continued digging through the 60-year old items, occasionally pulling an object out of its container and examining it. I detected movement through the window, and glanced out to see Ian's mom, Vanessa Marshall, wander into the backyard with a collapsible lawn chair. She was amazingly hot. It feels weird to admit it, but Ian's mom was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, and it sometimes made visits to his house a little awkward. Vanessa was of average height, with huge DD breasts, a narrow waist, a flat stomach, wide hips, an enormous, bouncy ass, long black hair, and latte brown skin. But what captivated me most were here big puppy-dog brown eyes, perpetually fixing everyone around her with a sultry stare. At the moment, it looked as if she was planning on doing some sunbathing in the blazing heat. I looked on, slightly amused as she struggled to get the lawn chair to cooperate. Eventually, she got it unfolded and set up properly, and lay down on it contentedly. I turned back to the attic, to see Ian staring at me through a gas mask. "Cool!" I remarked, pulling the mask off his face and inspecting it. "Your grandpa wore this?" "Probably. Chemical weapons were quite popular in World Wars 1 and 2." "Scary." I said, looking into the lenses of the eerie mask. "I gotta go to the bathroom, want something to eat?" Ian asked. "I desperately hope those two subjects are unrelated." "I'm going to go to the bathroom, then fix lunch, idiot. Do you want food or not?" "Sure, I'll keep looking for interesting stuff while you take a shit." "Let me know if you find anything cool." Ian said as he went down the ladder. I picked up the binoculars again and returned to the window, sweeping the neighborhood for any unusual activity. Unsurprisingly, I found none, and looked down to see what Ian's mother was up to. She was stretching and relaxing on the lawn chair, as she had been before. I stared more closely at her body. She was barefoot, and wearing a tight white tee that hugged her curves and allowed her black underwear to show through, and denim short shorts that revealed the smooth expanse of her toned legs. She may have been in her mid forties, but she appeared to be thirty at most. I watched as she stretched, catlike, causing her well-toned body to ripple and undulate attractively. As I stared, captivated, she sat up, glanced around the yard furtively, and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, yanking it up over her head and pulling it off. I gasped audibly as her gorgeous breasts bounced free, barely covered by the skimpy black bra she was wearing. Vanessa stood, causing her boobs to jiggle tantalizingly, and firmly grasped her shorts by the waist, pulling them down around her ankles, bending over as she did so and inadvertently pointing her huge, round ass right at me. From behind, it looked almost as if she wasn't wearing panties at all, but when she turned to throw her shorts by her shirt, I saw that she had a tiny black thong on, just as revealing as her bra. I could feel myself rapidly growing hard as I watched Ian's mom lie back down on the chair, almost completely nude. I grabbed the binoculars and peered through them at her, examining her every curve intensely. She sighed and reached under the chair, producing a bottle of sunscreen. Vanessa squirted a generous portion into her delicate hand, and began gently massaging the lotion into her arms and legs. I stared like a child in a toy store as she rubbed the oil into her dark skin, leaving it glistening in the sun. She finished with her extremities and moved on to her stomach, arching her back as she worked the sunscreen into her flat, toned torso. She reached slightly below the waistline of her panties, making sure to cover every inch of exposed skin. Then she moved upwards, covering her nose and cheeks, then her neck, collarbone, and shoulders. She paused briefly, then started applying the oil to her exposed cleavage, the undersides of her breasts, and the bare sides. I could be wrong, but I could have sworn I'd heard her groan quietly. I decided to open the window a crack. A cool breeze blew across the stuffy attic as I watched Vanessa oil herself up. By this point I was fully erect, my jeans tented at my crotch. Mrs. Marshall seemed to have finished with the exposed areas of her boobs, and was gathering more sun block in her hands. Then she reached up and slid her hands under the small patches of fabric covering her nipples, and enthusiastically massaged the solution into her chest. This was too much for me. I began rubbing the increasingly large bulge in my pants, sending small electric pulses through my cock and up my spine. I heard a moan drift through the open window as Vanessa caressed her breasts under her bra, eyes closed, back arched, fingers plying at her smooth mounds. Suddenly, she withdrew her hands from under her top, and wetted them once more with sunscreen. She turned around, lay on her belly, and began awkwardly rubbing the stuff into her back. Aside from the black strings around her torso and waist, she looked completely nude from behind, her thong having disappeared between her voluptuous ass cheeks. Mrs. Marshall worked her way down, massaging her lower back, then her hips, then her ass, covering both cheeks generously with the lotion. I watched in awe as she kneaded her butt, working the oil in with her fingers. She turned again, lying once more on her back, and slipped a hand under her thong, rubbing the sunblock into her nether regions. I gasped and reached into my pants, pulling out my cock and beginning to stroke it as sensual, joy-filled groans filtered through the muggy air and into the attic. I could see her fingers moving under the black fabric, no longer purposed with applying sunscreen, but with bringing pleasure. She suddenly stopped touching herself, sat up, and looked around. I ducked back into the attic, terrified she had noticed me. Fortunately, it seemed she decided the coast was clear, because she reached behind her back, undid her bra, and allowed it to fall to the ground. I moaned softly at the sight of her bare, perfect breasts. They were perky even without the bra, and her dark nipples were hard and erect, proudly displaying her arousal. Mrs. Marshall then reached down and slid her panties off, revealing her dripping pussy and a small patch of black pubic hair. I figured she must sunbathe nude a lot, because her whole body was perfectly coffee colored, with no tan lines anywhere. Glancing around once more to ensure she wasn't being observed, Vanessa slowly squirted sunblock onto her exposed breasts, covering them with white ribbons of lotion. I rubbed my throbbing cock faster, sending waves of pleasure flowing through me as she energetically groped herself, smearing the oil into her beautiful chest. Mrs. Marshall thrust her chest forward, making her breasts appear even larger, and began pinching and pulling on her nipples, making little "oh!" sounds as she did so. Precum was oozing from my dick at this point, getting all over my hands and shaft, making them slick and wet. Finally, Ian's mom seemed to have had enough of the nipple teasing. She poured a generous amount of sunscreen onto her fingers, and began tenderly rubbing her smooth lips. I groaned in ecstasy as I watched her stroke her damp slit with her index finger, smearing the white sun block around her cunt. Then she started massaging her clit, drawing little circles around it and flicking it softly. Mrs. Marshall arched her back and let out a long low groan, her oiled body shining in the afternoon sun. I watched voraciously as she sank a finger deep into her pussy, causing her to shudder in euphoria. I could feel myself grow closer to orgasm as I watched my friend's mom slide two, then three fingers easily into her hungry cunt. Vanessa groaned involuntarily loudly, massaging her breasts with one hand and fucking herself with the other. I matched my strokes to the movements of her fingers, imagining I was having sex with her as she thrashed and twitched on the lawn chair, penetrating herself vigorously. The sunscreen ran over her curves in white rivulets, evoking images of semen dripping from her slender frame. Finally, with a long, loud moan, Mrs. Marshall reached her orgasm, thrusting her pelvis into her hand, closing her eyes, and riding her penetrating fingers as her pussy gushed incessantly! Her breathing came in short, quick gasps while her free hand tugged at her nipples and her fingers explored her cunt, invading it, stretching it, and caressing it! As I watched her finger herself, I sped up my frantic stroking until I could hold it in no longer. I came with a gasp, feeling pure ecstasy wash over me as I shot my load onto the wall beneath the window! Vanessa's small, short moans mingled in the air with my own as streams of sticky, white semen erupted from my penis, coating my hands and spattering across the attic. I trembled as the orgasm crashed through me, making me hot, then cold, then hot again, leaving behind only pure, empty bliss. I looked back through the window to see Ian's mom somewhat bashfully picking up all her clothes and putting them back on, apparently embarrassed by her publicly erotic actions. "Hey, Lenny! Lunch is ready!" I heard Ian shout from the kitchen. "Shit." I thought as I looked down at the mess I had made, and searched around for something to clean it up with.