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Spying

By: Nicole32



I.

It was almost nine by the clock on the fridge, and Mark Dehner hoped his sister would be down soon. She never slept late on Saturday unless she was out late, and even then she was up and out before ten, off to work at The Gap. Mark prayed she would be down soon; if she wasn’t then all of this preparation would be -- well, not a waste of time exactly, but not what he’d had in mind either. 

He placed the full filter into the coffee machine and turned it on. There. That should be brewing in a minute or two -- now back to the eggs. Over-easy, not his specialty. He was having to keep a constant watch on the little bastards. Now where was that tray . . . 

Yes. Oh, wonderful. Lara’s foot on the stairs.

There she was, her golden hair pulled back in a ponytail, her clothes only slightly less slutty than usual -- for her, that meant formal attire. Tight off-white shirt he could see her bra through, the tightest of jeans, a silver-chain belt showing off her slender waist. She paused momentarily at the bottom of the stairs to regard him.

“What the hell are you doing?” she spat, making it sound like she was amazed he was doing anything.

“What’s it look like?” he said. “Making breakfast.”

Lara rolled her eyes slightly, gave him her best you’re-a-moron look, and said, “Uh, you don’t drink coffee, dipshit.”

“Making mom breakfast,” he corrected. 

“Mother’s Day was a week ago.”

“Yes, it was.”

Oh my god,” said Lara, her face now panicky. “It’s not her birthday, is it?”

“No, Lara. You don’t have to wait till someone’s birthday or a national fucking holiday to be nice to them. You should try it sometime.”

“Oh, fuck you too.” After another moment, Lara said “What’s with you, anyway? You have some kinda religious conversion or something?”

“Because?”

“Because you’re acting weird lately. Oh wait, I know . . . You’re failin’ chemistry, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Uh, no I’m not.”

“Yes you are, you big fat liarhead!”

Mark smiled and flipped over an egg. “Well, you just go on thinking that if you like.”

“You are, you’re wiping out in Chem!”

“You wish.”

“Oh, brother. So you get up and make mom coffee and eggs and bacon. That’s your way of buttering her up. What a retard.” Lara deftly snatched one bacon slice from the pan and headed for the door.

“Love you too, bitch.” 

“Yeah, whatever.”

The front door closed behind her. Seconds later Mark heard the chirp of her car alarm being deactivated.

Failing chemistry: what an idea, he thought. True, he had been doing pretty poorly in Mr. Jacobs’ class a month or so ago. Mainly because he sat behind, and one row to the left of, Marilyn Adams in that class. Many, many formulas and equations had drifted right over his head and out the window while he admired the glorious curve of her butt in tight shorts, or checked out her long legs, or nearly came in his pants when she put the tip of her pencil in her mouth. But that was then, and then was a long time ago. Now, able to concentrate more clearly, he was at last understanding chemistry. His buddies also worshipped at the altar of Marilyn Adamson; when they saw his grades they’d be sure he’d turned gay.

Whir-r-r-r. Whir-r-r-r-r-r. The sound of Lara’s engine trying to start. 

Oh shit, thought Mark. Start, you bastard, start. 

Whir-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r.

Come on! Don’t flood it, you crazy bitch! 

Whir-r-r-r-r . . .vvvrrrooooommmmmm!

Yes. Oh thank you God, thought Mark. He left the sputtering bacon to watch his sister’s departure through the living room curtains. That’s right. Keep going. Halle-fucking-lujah. 

Quickly, he returned to the eggs. Just right, he thought. Bacon? Good enough. Okay, onto the plate, plate onto the tray. Coffee in the cup, one sugar. Good . . . but something’s missing.

Being careful to open and close the door silently, Mark stole out into the yard to clip one magnolia flower for the breakfast tray. He was glad he hadn’t forgotten. No way could he have done that with Lara around -- she’d know something was up. 

Before taking the tray upstairs to his mother’s room, he made double sure the doors were locked, and bolted.

“Mom?” he whispered at the door of her room. It was open slightly, he pushed it gently with the tray. “Mom?”

There she was, well-snuggled into the covers, like a little girl. All but her tousled head and one arm were buried beneath the big comforter. Lying there, snoring softly, with the ghost of a smile about her pouty lips, she was the very picture of sweet innocence and leisure. Mark put the tray down on the bedside table and sat next to her. 

“Hey,” he said softly, kissing her bare shoulder. “Wake up. Lara’s gone.”

Melinda Dehner was dreaming. It seemed like the dream had gone on forever: sweet, slow dreams. She had heard that dreaming in color was a rarity. That was nothing. Not only were her dreams in color, they were even in slow motion sometimes. And she could smell things in her dreams. Vividly, like she was really there.

In her dream this morning, they were castaways. That probably came from watching The Blue Lagoon together the other night. They had been alone on the beautiful, lush island for many days, and had long ago stopped bothering with clothes. There was no one around to see them, to interfere. The island smelled of coconuts and palm trees, and salty sea air, and pineapples and mangoes. There was probably no island that really smelled this good, but this was her dream, and it was all real.

They had been out in the surf, playing. It was a glorious day, and she could feel the warm embrace of the sun on her limbs. Her body was younger, fitter in her dream, and she loved the way he looked at it. Her body gave him a hungry expression that made her wet with desire, so that now, as she collapsed on the shoreline, and spread out her dripping, tanned legs for him, and his face lit up, she felt a stirring in her stomach, and a thrill passed through her chest. She smiled delightedly as he dropped to his knees before her, his body also bronzed and dripping, and knelt to lap at her crotch.

Now came the slo-mo part . . . With agonizing slowness he bent his face to her offered pussy, and dragged his tongue up and down the furry slit. She reveled in the delicious sensations, running her fingers through his damp brown ringlets in encouragement, grinding her butt into the powdery sand. And there, there was that smile, that wonderful smile, lighting up every corner of his lovely face . . . 

“Mom . . . hey . . . wake up, sleepy.”

Yes. That face, her son Mark’s. 

The coconuts, the salt sea air faded, to be replaced by more familiar smells: coffee, bacon, toast? Yes, there -- on the nightstand. What an angel.

“I made you some breakfast,” he said. “Lara’s gone.”

“You sure?” was all his mother said, but she smiled beautifully, and squirmed luxuriously.

“Positive. Locked the door behind her.”

“Mmmmm . . . ,” she purred, and brought her other hand out from beneath the sheets, reaching for the front of his shorts. 

Mark thrilled and stood up to assist her. She constantly surprised him. He had hoped to create a cozy atmosphere in her bedroom that morning, to ease her into their day with breakfast and coffee, then to spend a leisurely hour or so beside her. But this sleepy urgency was better than he had hoped for. He had barely unbuttoned and unzipped before she was grasping at his dick, rapidly hardening inside his underwear. My God, he thought, she’s barely even awake! But there she was, easing up on one elbow to smile sleepily at his cock, to take its throbbing head into her warm mouth. He combed a few strands of her brown hair behind her ear as she sucked him in, stood beside the bed and watched as she slowly devoured him, felt his knees weaken, heard himself moan as the delicious suction increased. He leaned forward so she could suck him with her head still on the pillow, and she now used her free hand to hold his balls. Her other hand, he noticed, had disappeared beneath the covers. 

Mark rapidly peeled off his tee shirt and gingerly kicked off his sandals, being careful not to disturb his mother. When she had engulfed nearly five inches of him in her mouth, she moaned in a long, low tone, sending a buzzing sensation through his entire body that nearly made him cum. This was wonderful, so fucking wonderful. He had never dreamed anything like this.

He was so hard, he filled her mouth, and he was all hers! Melinda flicked a loving eye up and down his frame as he got naked for her, noting his bare chest, his tight little belly. He was young, he was fit. Oh, not as fit as some other boys at his school, he was no jock. But younger, fitter, more beautiful than anything she’d seen in a long time. And he was so hard, and she was doing it to him. She was loving his dick, so much bigger, stronger than she’d thought it would be, and he was happy, he was loving her for it. She could see it in his eyes.

She could also feel it in her mouth. One throb, two -- he was close. She knew it, could feel it, could hear his quickened breathing above her. Sometimes when Melinda got him this close, she liked to stop, just to see what he would do. As hot as her dream had gotten her, as urgently as she was rubbing herself beneath the sheets, as much as she wanted to taste his cum, she stopped now, popping his cock from her mouth with the sound of a champagne cork. 

There, she thought, smiling up at him. Now what would he do?

Before she had time to guess he was at it. What a wonderful boy. What a sweet boy. He didn’t grumble, didn’t complain. Didn’t grab himself and jerk off on her face (although in truth, Melinda thought she might not mind that sometime). In an instant he was at the foot of the bed, scurrying under the covers to crawl up between her legs. She sighed and wiggled her ass hedonistically against the covers, almost able to imagine herself back on that beach. In seconds she could feel his hot breath on her thighs, felt him wrenching aside the crotch of her panties to bury his face in her moist curls. 

What a treasure, she thought, as she felt his tongue plunge into her. Such a good lover he was becoming. Not thinking of himself, not even touching himself -- his hands were under her buttcheeks. Just concerned with her pleasure. He was having a tough time with the panties; she eased her butt off the bed so that he could drag them down. An instant later his tongue was back in her, lashing. His lips were sucking her in. He was always frantic at first: a few frenzied seconds of devouring her and he’d slow down, start to kiss and nuzzle her clit, and tongue-stroke her channel the way she’d taught him. 

Had David ever been so considerate, so careful of her pleasure? She thought he may have been, when they were very young. She made herself push the thought from her head. She did not want to think of Mark’s father -- his lies, his cruelty -- but of Mark. Of her own baby boy, now doing his level best to suck the whole of her cunt into his mouth. 

There. Now he was slowing, now he remembered. Up and down. Round and round -- ohhhh -- that was nice. Ooooh, God in heaven yes. Oh Jesus oh baby --

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” she muttered, unable to contain it. “Oh baby, that’s right . . .”

Wonderful, incredible. She let go of his head and ran her palms along both sides of her tits, rubbing the silky material of her nightgown over her nipples. Electric. Rippling little shocks all the way down to her pussy, the pussy he was licking and tonguing so sweetly. Good, she thought, observing the little points her nipples made in the gown, but not good enough. She slipped the straps down over her arms, hauled out her heavy breasts. Yes, they were big, not as tight and firm as she’d like. But he liked them. Oh yes. The tips of her fingers, round and round each nipple. The tip of Mark’s tongue, round and round her button. Oh my god yes. She pinched her nipples hard, wrenched at them. Oh fuck. Fuck yes. Mark loved her tits. He gobbled them up, every chance he got. She imagined his dick between them now, imagined it throbbing and spurting, her hard nipples covered with his boiling cum . . . 

“Oooohh,” she moaned. “Oh god . . .”

He had stopped! Was he learning her tricks now? Was he able to sense when she was close, holding off to tease her?

No. He was just coming up to see her now. Here he was, all breathless and pussy-soaked. His grinning face, his bright eyes. That look: was that good, mommy? Are you proud of me? She’d seen that look since he was a little boy, but never imagined it could be so exciting. She kissed his flushed face, noted the slickness of his bare chin. Poor kid, he smelled like a pussy factory. 

Oh! She shuddered violently. He had bumped into her, below. Such a hard, hot bump, against her tender lips. My god, he was so, so hard. He was so, so wonderful. He wanted her so bad. 

He still had trouble sliding into her. No matter, he would learn. Right now she rather enjoyed reaching down, taking the hot wet shaft and guiding it into her. She felt him now, like an iron bar in her hand. There. Yes, and now here it comes. Here it comes. This was going to be good . . . ooooooooohhhhh . . . 

Melinda almost came just feeling him slide in. Objectively, she knew he wasn’t hugely blessed in the dick department. His father hadn’t been so, either. But what a difference when he slid into her. He always got her so hot and bothered that when he at last entered he seemed to go on forever. There were inches and inches of him sliding into her pussy and he just kept coming. Juice ran from her pussy, onto the sheet; they were making quite a wet spot beneath them.

There. All the way in. Oh god all the way in.

He was looking at her, tenderly, almost shyly. She smiled and stroked her fingers across his nipples: a throb from his cock, in appreciation. Like her, his nipples were very sensitive. Now back, and forth. Back and forth. She ran her hands up and down his strong back, over his tight little buttocks. So smooth and clean. She loved the feel of his firm little body against hers. Loved to feel his taut frame working, his tense belly rubbing her as his cock plunged in and out, in and out . . .

Oh. Oh yes he was going to cum. She could feel it, could see the smile fade from his mouth, that wonderful dazed look. Inside her, his cock grew impossibly hard. 

“Yes!” she told him, running her fingers rapidly across his stiff little nipples. “Yes, baby, yes! Do it! Cum in me!”

Incredible, oh so good so good. Throb, throb, throb, while his hot essence splashed her pussy walls. Throb, throb, while he panted and groaned, gritted his teeth, put his head back. “Oh fuck -- fuck,” he whispered, as though afraid she would hear him. Throb. Throb. His body shuddered all over. She hugged his hot, sweaty face to her breasts and cradled him, savoring every last spasm of his prick. With her pussy she grasped his convulsing cock, milking him, taking everything. Wonderful. 

“I’m . . . I’m sorry,” he panted. “I just couldn’t hold it.”

“Oh baby don’t you dare say you’re sorry, it’s fine, it’s wonderful. Ohhhh . . .”

She lay there a full minute, trying to keep his shrinking cock inside her. At last only the tip remained between her pussy lips. His breathing had steadied. He lifted his head from her flushed chest and looked into her eyes, long and intently. They shared their first real kiss of the morning.

“I think your breakfast is probably cold,” he said, chuckling.

“I’m sure it is -- that’s fine, baby. You’re so sweet to fix it for me. Tell you what,” she said, putting her arms around his neck. “We’ll just call you my first breakfast.”

Again they kissed.

“I’ll go pour you some more coffee,” he said, sliding off of her. “And see if I can warm up your second.”

“Thanks, hun,” she smiled. 

“Then it’ll be your turn,” he added, with a mischievous laugh. 

“Mmm -- can’t wait,” she said.

She lay still and watched his beautiful naked butt as he walked out of her room. The sweetheart. She hoped he’d remembered to draw the blinds downstairs. 

Still tingling from her wonderful wake-up call, Melinda rolled out of the bed, and drew back the comforter. Christ, she thought, chuckling to herself. What a poor housekeeper she was getting to be. It wasn’t just that there was a huge wet spot where her son had fucked her that morning. There were half a dozen broad stains on the sheets, from where he’d fucked her Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday . . . These were the sheets of honeymooners. Very messy, but also, very wonderful. She cupped her fingers beneath her pussy; his sperm was starting to run out of her. With one hand she found her discarded panties and cleaned herself up. Gosh, what a filthy sheet. If Lara had seen that, thought Melinda. 

Oh, Lara. What to do about her Lara. She hadn’t caught on so far, miraculously. Little did she dream what went on in this house, just two rooms from her own. And it had been going on for . . . a month now, was it? Had it really been that long? Yes, a month since it began. Absently, Melinda Dehner looked over her naked shoulder at a spot on the bedroom wall: an odd place, where two edges of the wallpaper came together imperfectly. It was so hard to see, you had to move your head -- there, that little glimmer. That was where it all started.

“Mom?” came Mark’s voice from the doorway. 

She started and looked at him. He was still naked, still smiling, and his dick was raging hard again.

“I think I’d better just make you lunch instead,” he said sheepishly.

Melinda sighed deeply and tucked the corner of the sheet back under the mattress. Then she crawled onto the bed on her knees, rested her elbows on the mattress, and thrust her ass high into the air.

What a wonderful boy, she thought. 

II.

Actually, it all started with a noise coming through a wall. 

Mark sat at the desk in his bedroom. It was late, his door was locked, his dick was out. Before him lay a shimmering, smiling naked blonde, her pert tits pointing at the ceiling, her legs gathered up to expose a perfectly shaved snatch to his adoring gaze. So what if she was only ten inches long, and invited his attentions from the pixellated domain of his computer screen? In his mind, she was real enough, and he pulled at his penis contentedly, waiting for a new view of her delectable body to download.

Mark Dehner -- only recently eighteen years of age. Reasonably bright, reasonably studious, neither a dope nor a brain. An honor student in English. Passing trig. Failing chemistry, thanks to Marilyn Adamson. No sports affiliation -- not enough muscle there to be a jock, not enough raw material to turn into muscle. Tall (six foot one) but painfully thin (one fifty-five). Possibly cute, certainly not handsome. No current girlfriend. No past girlfriends worth discussing. 

Nicknamed “Neo,” by his gaming buddies. Nicknamed “Dork,” by his sister and his sister’s friends. 

Nicknamed nothing by Marilyn Adamson, because he didn’t exist to her. Ditto for Sandra Coy, Lana Davies, Kim Butcher, Livia Barfield, etcetera. These were girls, oh so impossibly beautiful girls, who existed on some other plane, who belonged to the same dimension as the girl before him now. There was no getting to these girls -- not by his kind, anyway. He made the most of it. He downloaded their replicas into his lap every chance he got, and enjoyed the way they smiled approvingly while he coaxed his cock to orgasm. 

The girl before him now, for instance -- she adored his dick, and desperately craved his cum. The flashing logo at the top of the page assured him this was so. It also promised more action to be had (“Wanna see her get fucked -- hard? Free Trial Memberships Now For Just $4.99!”). Not for the first time that night, Mark longed for access to a credit card, though he was sure he would max it out in a day, regardless of the limit.


Spying Ch. 01



Candy left school early on a sunny Friday afternoon. Pep rallies weren't really her thing so who really cared if she wasn't there. She started walking the two blocks to her Uncle Jamie's house. He was usually home during the day and could give her a lift to her house on the other side of town. Even thought she was 18, her parents wouldn't get her a car. And since they both worked during the day, she couldn't use one of theirs. 

Candy was a pretty girl. She had honey blonde hair and big green eyes. She was a petite girl. Standing only 5'2, she was slim with firm breasts, a narrow waist and slim hips. Even though she was short, she had long legs. Her ex-boyfriend always said her legs were great. And at the moment, they gracefully led her down the street away from her high school.

It was a warm day in May so Candy enjoyed the walk to her Uncle's. The sun was shining, flowers were starting to push up from the earth, and the squirrels were happily running up and down trees. As Candy approached her Uncle's House she walked around back, he always left the back door unlocked. Her Uncle Jamie was a landscaper so he had a beautiful yard. There was an in ground pools right off the deck and behind that was a lush lawn filled with flowers and pretty little trees. She started up the deck when she heard a groaning noise. Puzzled, she slowly peered down the deck towards the pool. Her eyes opened wide in shock. Her Uncle Jamie was lying naked on a reclining lawn chair, his right hand moving up and down in his lap. Her uncle was masturbating by the pool! His eyes were closed and his fist was wrapped around his tool, stroking it gently. She could hear him groaning gently and muttering something. Candy quietly crossed the deck behind her uncle and came up on his right where there was a trellis that would hide her watching form. 

Candy looked through the holes in the trellis at her Uncle's naked form. She never noticed how attractive he was. He was only twenty six, her mother's youngest brother, and he had a tanned muscular body. He had dark hair and pretty hazel eyes. And from what she was seeing now, he had a huge cock. Candy felt her pussy grow wet in her tiny shorts. Uncle Jamie's hand started to move up and down faster on his shaft. She could hear him better now. He was groaning loudly now and talking dirty.

"Oh Yeah, that's it baby. Treat your Uncle Jamie right." She heard him say. "Candy, baby, that's it stroke your uncle's big hard cock, that's it baby. Yeah"

Candy's eyes grew wide again. He Uncle just said her name. Her Uncle was thinking about her while he was masturbating! She didn't know why, but this made her really hot. She stuck a hand down her pants and found her wet, waiting pussy. Her fingers dipped down to retrieve her juices and traveled back up to her clit. She rubbed the sensitive little nubbin like there was no tomorrow. Only a few feet away, her uncle was moaning her name loudly, slamming his fist on hi meat. Candy leaned against the wooden beams of the trellis, her free hand reaching up under her shirt, lightly pinching on her nipple.

Candy knew her uncle Jamie was close to cumming. His movements were more frantic, his moans louder than before. "That's it baby girl. I'm gonna cum on your sweet little titties. You want that Candy? You want my man juice all over you firm tanned titties. Oh Yeah, I'm cumming baby, I'm Cumming!"

Uncle Jamie exploded all over his tanned muscular thighs. His load seemed to keep coming and coming. This set Candy off. She pinched her nipple hard while her fingers sent her soaring over the edge.

After recovering, Candy removed her hand from her shorts and brought them up to her mouth. She greedily licked her juices off her fingers. She noticed Uncle Jamie had put on his trunks and hopped into the pool. Quietly she made her way across the deck to the side of the house. Once there she adjusted her clothing and prepared to walk up the deck nonchalantly. Her mind was reeling. As she walked toward the deck she smiled mischievously. She knew what she was going to do. She walked over to the edge of the pool as Jamie came up from under the water.

"Hi Uncle Jamie, What's up?"

To Be Continued...



Spying Ch. 02



“What’s up Uncle Jamie?” 

Candy smiled down at her uncle from atop the deck. Her mind was reeling from what she just experienced. A few minuets earlier, Candy watched as her uncle masturbated while calling out her name. This made her so hot, she had to get herself off. 

“Candy, hi” Jamie said swimming up to the side of the pool, interrupting Candy’s flashback. “Get out of school early today?” He smiled up at her. 

“Yeah, there was a pep rally and you know how much I love those.” She said sarcastically.

“I know. Just remember, you’ll be graduating in a month so you won’t have to go to them ever again.”

“I know.” Candy slipped off her sandals and sat down dangling her legs in the water.  “So what have you been up to this afternoon?” She giggled inwardly. She knew what had been up. 

“A little of this a little of that. Why don’t you come in. The water’s great.”

“I don’t have a suit. Remember I wore the one I kept here home yesterday.”

“Right,” He pushed off the side of the pool with a splash, getting the front of Candy’s shirt wet. “You can come on in the buff if you want. I promise not to look and to keep my distance.”

Yes! Candy thought. This will work perfectly!  “I guess so, promise you won’t look?”

“Of course I won’t. Scout’s honor.” He said holding up two fingers. HE then turned around and swam to the other side of the pool.

Candy wasted no time slipping out of her clothes. She noticed the big wet spot on her panties and arranged them so that if Jamie happened to come over to this side of the pool he would see them. She slid down into the warm water and called out to her uncle. “Okay, I’m in the water.”

Jamie turned towards her and started to swim about the pool. Candy swam in the direction he was going. “You don’t have to avoid me Uncle Jamie, I couldn’t care less if you saw me naked. I mean, it’s not like you haven’t seen a naked woman before.”

“True Candy, but you’re my niece and it’s different.”

“What’s so different?” She said swimming up next to him. “I’m proud of my body and I don’t care who sees it.”

“Well I guess your right.”

“I am.” She placed her arms around his neck pressing her naked breasts against his chest.

“Candy…”

“I have something to confess Uncle Jamie. I saw you masturbating on the deck a couple of minutes before I came up onto the deck.”

“You what!” Jamie looked shocked.

“And I heard what you said.”

“Oh My God… Candy look…”

“Uncle Jamie, It made me so hot. I fingered myself until I came. I never knew you thought of me like that.”

Jamie swam over to where Candy’s clothes were. She followed him over and he picked up her panties. “You see how wet it made me.” She reached her hand out and touched his arm. He looked at her and smiled. 

“So what do we do now?”

Candy hopped up to the side of the pool, reveling her naked body to him. “Whatever you want to do.”

He hopped up next to her, his erection straining against his trunks. He stood and led Candy over to the reclining lawn chair. “Sit down sweetie.” Candy sat with one leg on each side of the chair. He pussy lips were visible through a bit of blonde fuzz. Jamie grabbed a towel and kneeled between her legs. He slowly ran his index finger from her hole to her clit.

“Oh that feels so good Uncle Jamie.” Candy moaned clutching the sides of the chair. Jamie lowered his head and did the same with his tongue. He did this over and over making Candy gasp out loud. He slid his middle finger in slowly, his tongue playing on her clit. “God yes uncle Jamie. Finger fuck me. Lick my clit. Please, more.” She moaned. 

Jamie slipped in another finger and pumped the two in and out. His attacked her clit with his tongue, making her moan over and over. He added a third finger and this sent Candy over the top. “Don’t stop Uncle Jamie, I’m cumming. Oh Fuck I’m cumming!” 

Candy’s body shuddered with orgasm. She moaned loudly as Jamie remover her fingers and brought them to his mouth. 

Candy recovered looking to her uncle. “That was the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had Uncle Jamie.”

“Well that’s certainly a complement.” He said standing up. His hard cock was pressing against his trunks.

Candy crept off the chair and knelt on the towel in front of him. She slowly pulled the waistband of his shorts down and over his raging cock. It stood out towards her looking rigid, yet silky smooth. She took it in her hands, causing Jamie to groan. His cock head glistened with precum. She slipped her small pink tongue out, slowly licking his head. Her hands pumped his shaft as her lips encircled his head.

“That’s it Candy, suck my cock. You’re such a good girl.” 

Candy started to take his shaft into her mouth. She pumped him harder, bringing him in and out of her mouth. His groans were louder now.  

“That’s it baby. Suck off your Uncle, make me cum. Oh yeah, Candy. God your mouth feels great. OH Yeah, I’m going to cum baby…Oh yeah…I’m Cumming, I’m Cumming!” Jamie splashed the back of Candy’s throat with his load. It seemed like gallons to he, some of it spilling from the corners of her mouth. She took his now limp cock from her mouth.

Jamie looked down at her trying to catch his breath. “That was great baby.”

Candy stood up smiling. “I’m glad.” She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against his chest. “How long have you been attracted to me, Uncle Jamie?”

Jamie chuckled and hugged her close to him, “For quite a while. Why don’t we go inside and call your mom and dad. They’ll be wondering why you aren’t home yet.”

“Alright, then I can tell them I’m spending the night over here.”

They both smiled and walked inside. 




Spying Has Consequences



Russell and Timothy hid in the bushes and peeked through the window of Miss Cider's bedroom.

Miss Cider was their 12th Grade English teacher at the local high school. She was in her mid-twenties and had a body that had all the guys wanting to stay after school.

She had a way with her dresses too and she often pushed the limits of the school's dress code. Most of her outfits seemed to comprise of a light sweater, unfastened to show her ample cleavage whose 36E payload seemed to stretch the sweater's buttons almost to the point of exploding. And with this she liked to wear brightly colored leather skirts that descended only to mid thigh and carried a split that traveled halfway up to her hips. And she wore four inch stilettos that only served to make her 5'8, 36-26-36 body even more of a drool machine for the boys.

She was a tough teacher, riding her students hard and allowing them no mercy for missed assignments, wrong answers or slacking off in class. Every guy in school was in love with her and every guy in school hated her, accusing her behind her back of being a bitch, an ice queen and an old maid.

It was her scolding in class earlier that day of Russell, for simply mispronouncing a word inOold English while reciting the preamble to Chaucer's Tale, that had caused the two boys to plot a plan for revenge. They would sneak over to her house, wait until she was getting ready for bed, and then try and snap a few compromising pictures of her. They would then very early in the morning post prints of her all over the school along with an internet address where people could go and see the rest.

The boy's silently crept up to the edge of her bedroom window and found that there was a slight opening in the edge of her blinds through which they could focus the camera's lens.

Miss Cider entered the bedroom. The boys became silent as statues.

She started undressing by kicking off her high heels. Then she unfastened her dark hair which she kept tied back into a stern bun. She shook her head and her silky hair tumbled downward to her neck, past her shoulder and on down to stop almost at her waist.

Timothy gasped at the cascading hair and Russell elbowed him to keep quiet.

Next, she started unbuttoning her blouse. As each button broke free, her blouse expanded outward, pushed by two gigantic breasts. Finally the sweater was undone and she shrugged it off to the floor. She stood before the two boys clad only in her skirt and a huge black bra. She reached behind her and undid the bra.

Two mountains of flesh tumbled free. Nipples on silver dollar sized areola pointed straight at them. The boys were wide eyed and slack jawed staring at the picture of beauty displayed before them.

Timothy snapped a picture. The flash went off.

"Oh, shit," he exclaimed as they stood to run. Outside lights snapped on and the bedroom window slid open as Miss Cider stuck her head out, saw the retreating backs and called out: "Russell Parker and Timothy Andrews. You stop right there or I am calling the cops!"

The boys froze, sweating profusely and trembling hard.

"Now you two come here this instant!"

The two boys walked up to the window where Miss Cider was clutching her sweater to her chest.

"Give me that!" and she yanked the camera away from Timothy.

"Now go to the back door and you wait for me."

Heads down, the two boys shuffled over to the back porch. On the way, Russell took the opportunity to punch Timothy several times in the arm for his goof.

When they got to the back door, it was open with Miss Cider standing there in a bathrobe and holding the camera on "preview".

"Is this what you two are so gung ho to see?" she asked, showing them the snapshot of her topless form.

Neither boy knew how to answer.

"Step inside," she ordered. The boys complied. They followed her through to the living room where she had them stand as she sat in an easy chair, crossing her legs and flashing a large amount of thigh.

"So, before I call 911, what were you two planning to do with this picture?"

The two boys glanced at each other, but neither said a word.

"Fine," she said, putting down the camera and reaching beside her for the telephone. As she picked it up her loosely closed robe fell open, somewhat revealing a large amount of fleshy breast, but not enough for the boys to get another glimpse of her nipples. Russell stood transfixed by the sight of so much female flesh. But Timothy, nervous about the phone in Miss Cider's hand, blurted out the truth.

"Ah, hah. And you two boys were stupid enough to think you wouldn't be suspended, expelled and possibly go to jail time and have your parents face a lawsuit over your little prank?"

"Jail?" Russell mumbled.

"Lawsuit?" Timothy mouthed.

"Uh hum. This may seem funny to you but you are thinking about ruining not only your lives but the lives of your families as well."

"Oh my gosh, Miss Cider. We didn't think of that. It was stupid. Just stupid and I don't want to get into any trouble. Please!" Russell gushed.

Miss Cider sat back in the chair, putting down the phone. To the boys' disappointment, her cleavage disappeared into the folds of her robe.

"You boys really thought you wouldn't be found out, didn't you?"

The boys nodded.

"Well now, we have a slight predicament here, don't we? You do not want to get in trouble and I, as a teacher, do not think it is in the best interest of the kids I am supposed to be teaching to ruin their lives."

The boys both looked at her unbelievingly. Was she saying she would let them go?

"But still, antics like this must be punished."

The boys slumped in their posture, again fearing the worst.

Miss Cider stood up from the chair, letting her robe fall open. The boys' eyes popped at the site of her nude form, heavy breasts hanging out, hour glass waist and a small, neatly trimmed triangular shaped patch of pubic hair topping her sexy thighs.

"You're both seniors, right?"

They nodded.

"18 years old with good college prospects this year?"

They nodded again.

She started pacing, walking in a circle around the boys.

"Now, what would be an appropriate punishment for two nosey young men that wouldn't ruin their chances of getting to college?"

Neither boy answered.

"No ideas, huh? Well, how about you two do exactly what I tell you to do for the rest of the evening, no questions asked, and then we will forget about this little incident."

Neither boy knew what to say.

"No answer?" She circled back around to her chair and picked up the telephone again. "Why don't we see what the police suggest."

"No," Russell shouted quickly. "Please, Miss Cider, we'll do whatever you want. Really, we will. Right Timothy?"

He shoved Timothy on the shoulder.

"Uh, yes, yes. I can't get in trouble. My parents would kill me."

"Good," Miss Cider said, putting down the telephone. "I believe corporal punishment is still allowed in this state. Russell, how about you hand me your belt. I believe a good whipping will do you good."

"Now," she yelled when Russell didn't move.

He fumbled at his belt buckle quickly, slid it off and handed it to Miss Cider. She doubled the belt in her right hand and gently tapped her open left palm with it.

"Now, who's first."

"Timothy," Russell volunteered and pushed his friend forward.

Miss Cider laughed.

"How typical. Russell, you have the heart of a schemer. I'll bet it was you who planned this little escaped."

Russell looked at the ground without answering.

"You know, I think a whipping alone isn't going to do. I will have to really teach you two a lesson. Let's see, you boys saw me nude. Don't you think turnabout is fair play?"

Russell took a step back, knowing what Miss Cider was about to ask.

"Uh uh," she looked at him. "No backing out now. I want to see the both of you strip."

"Let's go," she snapped, lashing out at Russell with the belt and catching him on the arm. "Strip. Get them all off! Now!" She swung the belt again, clapping Timothy on the back.

The two boys rushed to get off their clothes and soon stood before their teacher in their boxer shorts.

"Not good enough. All off!"

Russell started shucking his shorts, but Timothy started pleading.

"Please, Miss Cider. I'll take your whipping. Don't make me take off my shorts."

"What's the matter, Timothy. Never been naked in front of a woman before?"

"I, uh, er," he stammered.

"A virgin, how quaint. Strip!" She lashed his body with the belt. Once, twice, three times.

"But you, Russell. So confident in your nudity. And I can see why. Impressive."

Russell smiled, holding his hands behind his back and letting dangle in full view his ten inch member.

"But it doesn't save you a beating. Come here."

She walked over to the couch, took off her robe entirely and sat down.

Russell walked over to her, his member starting to grow and get harder with each step he took towards this magnificently naked lady. He gazed at her huge breasts and longed to be able to touch and suck them.

She patted her thighs. He took the hint and lay across her scrumptious legs, scooting up so that the back of his dick rubbed her thighs.

"That a boy," she said, raising her belt and letting loose full force on his raised ass.

"Yiiiiiiiii!" he yelled, not expecting it to sting so much. She pressed down on his back with her left hand and let fly another devastating blow.

"Ahhhhh," he shrieked, again and again as Miss Cider mercilessly pummeled him. Despite himself, he began crying as she reddened his backside. Welts began to rise and still she did not stop. After about 25 blows, when Russell was a sobbing mess, she pushed him from her lap and onto the floor.

"You turn, Timothy," the naked teacher said.

Timothy walked over to her hesitantly.

"Too slow," she yelled, reaching up for his arm and yanking him down on her. "For that, you get five additional lashes."

"No, Miss Cider," he cried out just as her first lash of the belt hit him. 

He squirmed and wriggled as the blows rained down. The pain was extreme, but his uncooperativeness was causing his penis to slide around on her flesh. Through the rain of pain, his cock responded in its own special way. He'd never been against a naked woman's flesh before and his penis knew this. It reacted with each blow, getting harder and harder and rubbing more and more frantically as he struggled. He was crying full out and she was almost to the thirtieth blow when his dick exploded semen on her leg.

"Shit," she yelled and pushed him roughly off and to the floor.

"You prick," she screamed, standing up quickly and pouring additional lashes on his body. "You disgusting prick. Look what you did to me!"

She whipped him and whipped him. He curled into a fetal position, screaming for her to stop.

Finally she ceased swinging the belt and stood there, panting hard. She looked at her slimy leg.

"Russell. Come here and clean this off."

"I don't have a towel," he said, sitting up.

"With you mouth, Jackass," and she lashed at him with her belt.

He just stared at her.

"Now," she said in a deathly quiet tone. "Or else."

Russell looked up and saw the seriousness in her eyes. His eyes started leaking tears again but he took a tentative lick on her leg, getting a small speck of cum on his tongue.

"You can do better," she said. "Show me you are not a weak little wimp like Timothy. Show me that you are not afraid of a little sex.

He pressed his mouth to her thigh and licked in a long trail of cum. He sat back, holding onto her thigh with both hands, trying to swallow, trying not to think about the fact that his friend's cum was now in his mouth. He swallowed hard, almost gagging.

"Good boy. There's more. Clean it all. Now."

Russell bent to his task, licking and swallowing quickly, trying not to taste the bitter salty substance that slid around in his mouth.

"That's enough," she finally said, pushing him away. She sat back down on the couch, looking at the boys on the floor. Russell was sitting up, slanted to the side of his hips, trying not to put pressure on his sore buttocks. Timothy was still curled in a fetal position, sobbing. Miss Cider noticed that Russell still had a massive erection.

"I bet you'd like to fuck me," she said.

He nodded.

"We'll see. Fucking is a reward. You two still haven't been punished enough. Timothy. Timothy!"

The boy roused out of his self absorbed pain and looked at her.

"You came all over me. I did not say you could do that. But what's done is done. Right now, we need to even the score. Russell hasn't cum yet."

Timothy didn't understand.

"Make him cum, you sniveling twit."

Timothy got wide-eyed and shook his head. She raised the belt high and he scrambled over to Russell and grabbed his dick. He started stroking. Miss Cider shook her head.

"Still too slow when I ask you to do something. For that, suck him."

"Miss Cider," Russell exclaimed.

"Shut up, Mr. Parker" she yelled. "Suck him, Timothy. Now!"

She lashed Timothy hard with the belt. He scrambled to a kneeling position and ducked his head over Russell's penis, taking the cock into his mouth.

"Don't worry, Russell. Timothy was born for this. Weren't you Timothy."

Timothy nodded quickly, fearful of another blow from the belt.

Despite himself, Russell found that a mouth, male or female, felt just as good on his dick. As the sensations on his rod increased, her stared at Miss Cider's naked form, pretending it was her lips on his cock.

"Don't look at me, boy," Miss Cider yelled. "Look at Timothy. Play with his hair."

Russell did as he was told and tentatively ran his fingers through Timothy's hair.

Timothy was doing a good job on his cock and despite himself, Russell was getting very turned on. Timothy put his hand back around Russell's dick, stroking up to assist his sucking.

At one point, Russell took in a deep breath and fell backwards on the floor, lying face up while his friend administered to his cock. He closed his eyes and forgot about Miss Cider as sensations rose within him. He started raising his hips to meet Timothy's suck as his balls tightened and a load prepared to blow.

Then he was cumming. He creamed inside Timothy's mouth. Timothy's head jerked back but Russell caught it and forced it to stay on his dick. He held Timothy's head tight, ramming his cock into his friends mouth, giving him all of his seed.

"Oh, man," he exclaimed when he was done and released Timothy.

Timothy sat up, wiping his mouth angrily and glaring at Russell.

Miss Cider laughed.

"You enjoyed that, Russell, didn't you."

Russell nodded.

"You, I'd like to keep. Timothy, well I don't know. He hasn't shown me anything worthy yet. So, Russell, you up to the next stage of your punishment? Have you figured out what it could be?"

He glanced at Timothy's cock.

"No, no, you've already tasted his cum. But there is something I've always wanted to see two boys do. Something you can help me with. Do you want to help make one of my fantasies come true?"

Russell nodded.

"It's going to hurt."

He nodded again.

"Ok. Get on your hands and knees facing away from me."

Russell complied.

"Timothy, stand up and come here to me."

Timothy walked over to his teacher. She grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled his crotch close to her face.

"Timothy, you've been a bad boy. Even when I was punishing you, you were still being bad. Now, I am going to do something, something I have to do. But do not in any way think it is a reward for you. You understand?"

He nodded.

"I am going to put your cock in my mouth to get it good and wet so that you can fuck Russell in the ass."

Timothy nodded again.

"But you understand this. This is the closest you are ever going to get to my body. You will never ever again touch me, you understand!"

Timothy's face fell, but he nodded.

Miss Cider took his cock into her mouth. She deep throated it immediately, making Timothy moan. She wrapped her tongue around his dick, sucked in and out rapidly, coated it from base to head with her saliva. Then she let it go.

"Quickly, before it dries, go fuck Russell in the ass."

Timothy turned and stood before his prostrate friend. He wasn't certain what to do next.

"Now, Jackass. If it dries, I am not doing you again. You'll have to lick Russell's ass to lube him!"

Timothy sank to his knees quickly and pointed his tool at Russell's puckered asshole. He pressed his cock against the wrinkled bud and pushed forward. His dick didn't go anywhere. Her heard Miss Cider sigh disgustedly and then did what he was trying to avoid doing. He grabbed Russell on both sides of his waist. Now, when he pushed, Russell's anal ring spread for his invading head. Russell cried out and Timothy hesitated.

"Timothy," Miss Cider slowly intoned.

Timothy took the hint and pressed forward again. He felt his head pop past Russell's sphincter and heard Russell cry out again.

"God, please, Miss Cider, I hurts!" Russell cried.

"Take it, Russell, Take it. Don't you disappoint me."

"Yes, Miss Cider. Aiiyeeeee," He blurted out as Timothy sank deeper. Timothy pushed inward roughly with the inexperience of a virgin. He was aware that he was hurting Russell, but his dick was feeling good. It felt much better than he ever could have imagined. He pushed and pulled, going deeper with each thrust. He hardly heard Russell's wails and lamentations. All of a sudden, his crotch bumped against Russell's ass and he was all the way in.

He relaxed for a moment, feeling the wonderful sensation of his friend's ass quaking around his dick.

"Fuck him," Miss Cider reminded and Timothy started rocking back and forth in his friend.

The friction felt good against his dick and he lost himself to the feelings strumming up and down his cock. Russell was gasping more than screaming now and Timothy practically forgot it was his friends ass he was fucking. Timothy was too caught up in the goodness surrounding his cock. He pumped and pushed and swayed in and out of Russell's ass. He started panting heavily and moving more quickly. He grabbed Russell's waist tightly and pounded all the harder. Suddenly his dick expanded and the blew a load right up Russell's shit tunnel. Timothy cried out and thrust again, feeling his semen rush forth. Again and again he thrust, popping his cherry in his best friend's ass. Then he fell forward on Russell's back, sighing into his friend's flesh.

He felt himself roughly pushed aside. Russell scrambled to his feet and glared down at Timothy.

"You enjoyed that, you fag, didn't you," Russell was yelling while wiping tears from his face.

"Now, now," Miss Cindy said. "No fighting, boys."

"Come here, Russell," she said, patting the couch beside her.

Russell went over and sat down. She put her arms around him and pulled his head to her breast.

"You've been a good boy, doing what teacher told you. Have a suck."

She pushed her nipple up to his mouth and Russell weakly pulled in her teat.

"Yes, that's it. You suck me good now. Make up to me for what you tried to do with the camera."

Russell sucked, hardly believing his luck. Miss Cider took his hand and rested it on her other breast. He automatically started feeling her up.

"Yes," she moaned. "Like that,"

He sucked and rubbed while she patted his hair and rubbed his body.

"You're my good boy."

She laid back on the couch and pulled him on top of her. She pulled his head up and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"You've been very good," she said. "Take your reward. Take what Timothy is never going to get."

Russell couldn't believe his ears. He scooted his penis into position quickly before Miss Cider changed her mind.

He needn't have worried.

She grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him in. He sank down into her with a rush.




Spying Has Consequences



"Yes," she moaned. "That's what I need."

He started fucking her, bouncing up and down on top of his teacher. The feeling was incredible as he plowed into her soft pussy. His whole ten inches bottomed out each time as she easily took him. She was wet and soppy and creamy inside.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes oh yes," she kept moaning over and over again.

Russell pressed her breasts together with his elbows and leaned his chest on them to feel her nipples scraping his chest as he fucked. She felt so wonderful inside, sliding over his cock. He didn't know how long he would last buried in such goodness and he now desperately wanted to make her cum before he did.

He thrust harder, staring at the pleasure filled face of his teacher.

"Oh, Miss Cider," he moaned, feeling her velvet box fuck him.

"Oh wow, you're the best," he panted, moving faster and faster.

She moved and writhed below him, enjoying the teenage fuck she was getting. Her hips moved and swayed to his rhythm and her pussy muscles milked the solid stick pulsing away with in her.

"I'm going to cum," she whispered up at Russell. "I'm going to cum, Russell.

"I'm going to cum," she said louder.

"I'm....going....to....cum," She yelled as she threw her pussy upwards at him.

Yes," she yelled. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she screamed as her orgasm hit. 

She thrashed her arms and legs on the couch. She beat them around Russell's body as her own body wracked with intense pleasure.

Russell had never had a woman as wild as this and her thrashing mashed his dick in new ways.

He grimaced as he tried to stay with her, to match her wild gyrations. But her silky insides were too much for him and the sensation rose in his cock. He fired a shot into her. Another round went off and another. Bang! Bang! Bang! His semen soured into her honey pot, landing home with a vengeance. He thrust mightily in his teacher, feeling her soft goodness, enraptured by the flesh of her pussy folding around him. His world burst open as he rapidly hosed her insides.

They lay there, panting and sweating. He marveled at her body pressed against his and looked in awe at her sweat covered, fully relaxed face.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured.

She hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"You were special, too," she said, pushing herself up to a sitting position and causing Russell to roll off her to sit at the opposite end of the couch. She raised her legs and rested them in his lap. He played with her delicate toes.

"Timothy," she called.

He responded anxiously.

"Put on your clothes and go home."

His face fell.

"I told you. No reward for you. Nobody cums on my fucking leg. Nobody. Get the fuck out of my house."

Timothy, crest fallen, gathered his belongings and started shrugging into them.

"You do not come back to my house for anything. Anything! And I don't think I need to say: Not a word about tonight to anyone."

She picked up the camera, turned it on and flicked to a certain picture.

"While you were so enraptured in your buddy's butt, I took some pictures of my own."

She turned the camera to show Timothy a picture of himself, buried to the hilt in Russell's ass. The picture didn't show Russell's face, but it showed Tomothy's and there was an expression of unmitigated joy on it as he plowed a very hairy and very masculine ass. His eyes opened wide and his jaws dropped.

"Just my insurance policy," she said. "Why are you still in my house?"

Timothy beat it to the door with all due haste and slammed it behind him.

Miss Cider leaned back on the armrest of her couched and allowed herself a long, contented sigh.

"You're doing so well on my feet, Russell. Don't stop."

Russell continued massaging her toes, anxious to please his horny teacher.

After a while, he called to her.

"Miss Cider?"

"Mmm, dear. You want to fuck again?"

"Yes."

"Ok."

She crawled over to him and straddled him. She put her arms on his shoulders and sank down slowly on him until he was buried to the hilt.

"I want you to cum when you're ready," she said softly. "Don't wait on me."

She gently rocked up and down on her boy toy, eyes closed and a delicate smile on her face. She used her vaginal muscles to clamp and release on her way up and down his pole, causing the youngster to gasp repeatedly. She leaned into him, resting her mouth near his ear and started sliding faster.

"This is your homework assignment," she whispered. "Every night you are to come here."

She moved faster.

"Every night you are to come in the back door and take off your clothes without me asking you to."

Faster.

"I am going to lie you across my lap each evening and spank your ass."

Even faster.

"Then you will spank me."

Cum spurted.

"Then we will fuck and suck" 

More cum.

"and bite and poke each other."

Even more cum.

"You'll find new things to do to me."

Unbelievably, another blast!

"I'll do everything in the world to you!" she hissed.

He grabbed her ass. He couldn't take it anymore. He was out of cum, his cock was supersensitive, but he had to have more of her. Her tossed her to the floor, stayed with her and rammed her hard...hard! She screeched and he punished her pussy some more. He wanted this mad woman. He wanted his teacher. He wanted the punishment she would dish out and he wanted to punish her in turn. He thrashed about in her pussy, ramming it with super intensity. She squealed and scratched his back, rolled over on top of him. He tossed her to the floor again and continued pounding.

"No, Russell, no!" she screamed. "Too much, too much. AAAhhhhhhgggg!" And she broke into an uncontrollable cum, tossing Russell off of her and bucking by herself on the floor. Russell threw himself back on and found her gaping hole in one motion. He continued pounding her convulsing pussy, tearing it open, pummeling her depths.

Finally he subsided, dropping his head to her breast and sweating into her bosom. He found a nipple with his teeth and bit down hard. He was rewarded with more spasms from his lady. She clawed his back, tearing skin. He bit down again and she screamed, digging deeper with her finger nails.

"Oh, fuck," she said when they finally calmed down. "You're going to kill me with your dick."

He rolled off her and sat up, looking down at her heaving body. He took in her rapidly rising chest and the way her huge breasts bounced and rolled. He reached over a hand and rested it palm down on a breast. She moved a hand over and toyed with his soft cock.

"Teacher's pet," she smiled.

He kissed her lips and moved down to suck her pussy. Of course, he remembered to bite it now and again.

"Here," she said, handing him the camera. She had downloaded the pictures of Timothy onto her computer and left the picture of her in the camera. "Your souvenir so that you never forget to come by at night."

"How could I forget?" He asked, pulling her to him for a kiss and grabbing a handful of her naked ass. He was fully clothed now, getting ready to leave.

"You know how you school boys are, always forgetting your homework."

He was getting hard again, pressing against her naked body.

"Not for my favorite class," he said, and took his leave.



Spying Mom



Ever since I was about twelve I had wanted to have sex with my mother. Growing up I would jerk off thinking about her. I would try to find magazines that had pictures of what I thought she looked like naked. I grew up with four brothers and had no sisters. My mom never gave any hint that she was sexual at all. She never wore anything revealing and I remember that when she went to bed that her nightgowns covered her body completely. In short, my mom never gave me a glimpse of her body.

When everyone was gone I would sneak into her bedroom and go through her drawers to look at her underwear. I learned that she was a 34-C and her panties were all what you would call “granny panties.” I would jerk off by rubbing her bras over my face but would never cum on any of the garments.

The years passed and my mom continued to be the main focus of my fantasies but I never made any attempt to take it further or let her know that I lusted after her in any way. Mom just seemed like one of those people that was not interested in sex. I remember when we were all at a lake one day and she had a bathing suit on. It was like she was out of the 60’s because it covered her up pretty well and I couldn’t see any hint of cleavage.

When I got a chance I would dig through her things trying to find a nude picture of her as my dad was somewhat of a photo bug but I never did find anything. I think that must have fueled my interest in her because the more I wondered what she looked like naked, the more I wanted to find out. As it turns out, I had to wait until I was thirty three and she was sixty to find out. Here’s how it came about:

I was living in an apartment with my wife and mom lived out of state. I had long since told my wife about my secret desire for my mom and she was totally into it. We would fantasize all the time about her and sometimes my wife would role play as my mom. The sex was incredible while we toyed with the subject. The entire time though, neither one of us ever let on that we had thought of her in a sexual way. Well one day mom called and said she wanted to come for a visit and we offered to have her stay with us and she accepted. My wife and I actually discussed ways that we could catch a glimpse of her naked. My wife pointed out that while my fantasy was hot I may be dissapointed if I got to see her naked because she was now 60 and her body was no longer as I had seen it in my fantasies. Still, it didn’t matter to me, I had to find out.

Before my mom arrived, I went into the walk-in closet that was right next to the bathroom my mom would use and it had a private entrance from the bedroom to the bathroom. I cut out a piece of drywall and poked a hole into the bathroom side of the wall. I put a decoration over the hole in the bathroom but the hole was not covered. Unless someone took the decoration off the wall, you could never spot it. All I had to do was take the piece of sheet rock off the wall and put my face up to the hole and I had a clear view into the bathroom!

Mom arrived and the visit went well and nothing out of the ordinary happened. On the second night of her visit me and the wife had gone to bed and as we were laying in bed she asked me if I was going to go try to peep on my mom while she went into the shower. My cock was raging at the thought of finally seeing my mom naked so I went out into the hallway and sat there waiting for my mom to go into the bathroom. 

Once she went in and closed the door I peeked into the bedroom to make sure she had closed the door to the bathroom (the bedroom had a door from the hall as well as a door inside the room that went into the bathroom). My heart was pounding with anticipation at the thought of what I was about to see. I tip-toed across the bedroom and quietly opened the closet door and went inside and closed the door. There was no noise in the bathroom so I waited until I heard the water come on before I removed the sheet rock from the wall. 

This was it!!! My heart pounded and my cock throbbed as I put my face to the hole. I saw mom standing in front of the sink washing her face still fully clothed. She brushed her teeth and toyed with her hair before going to the toilet and dropped her pants to sit down to go to the bathroom. I still couldn’t see any of her body but I knew it was now just a matter of moments as she leaned over and turned on the water in the shower. 

She stood up and walked back in front of the mirror which was less than two feet from my face. She lifted her t-shirt up and over her head and there she was, standing so close to me in only her bra and panties! She tits looked much bigger than I thought they were because she always wore clothes that hid her form. For sixty, she looked pretty good still. Then she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and before I knew it she took her bra off and I saw what I had been wanting to see for twenty years… moms bare tits! They were incredible to me. They had plenty of sag to them but I didn’t care at all. Her nipples were prettier than I had ever imagined as they were about a quarter inch long and as thick as my pinky and her areolas were dark brown and the size of a fifty cent piece.

My cock was hard as hell and I still had not got a look at her pussy but, that was about to change. She walked over to the shower and lowered her panties with her back to me and I thought I was not going to get a look at her cunt as she stepped into the shower. She turned around once inside the tub to pull the curtain closed and that’s when I saw it. My face was pressed hard against the wall as I saw her cunt in the open! She had the thickest bush I had ever seen. My wife always shaved bare so I was not expecting what I saw. Still, I was so turned on looking at her hairy cunt. The hair was so thick that I could not see any hint of her pussy lips but I didn’t care because I was looking right at my naked mother and it was one of the hottest sights I had ever seen. 

I was preparing to put the sheet rock back up and sneak out of the closet and her bedroom to go tell my wife what I had seen and engage in an intense fuck session when mom leaned forward and turned the water OFF! I continued to look through the hole waiting to see when she was going to take her shower and she stepped out of the tub and put a robe on. I was frozen with fear! What was she doing? 

She walked over to the door out of the bathroom that went into the bedroom and I knew I was trapped as long as she was in the bedroom. My heart was pounding with fear of being discovered in the closet as I heard her fumbling around the room and her suitcase. All I could do was crouch down on my knees and wait for her to go back in the bathroom so I could get out of the closet and make a mad dash back to my bedroom and my waiting wife. Right then my heart stopped and I went blank as the door to the closet opened and mom looked inside and saw me crouched down in front of her. 

I don’t know who was more surprised at that moment. She just stood there looking dumbfounded until she looked up at the wall and saw a big piece of drywall missing and could see the light from the bathroom coming throught the hole in the wall. Mom looked back at me and knew why I was there. 

She looked to the floor and backed up to the bed and sat down, still looking at the floor. Thankfully I had not been stroking my cock while I was watching her so I was still dressed. I didn’t know what to do as part of me wanted to run out of the room and part of me wanted to try to explain but no matter what I did, you could tell that she was beyond being pissed off. The look on her face was a look of violation and I was guilty. I just stood there for what seemed like hours and she finally asked me, “Why did you do it?”

I was speechless and didn’t know how to answer her. I thought about it and figured I should just tell her the reasons behind it and hope she would not feel upset or humiliated. So I told her the truth. I told her that I had always wanted to see her naked and that it had been that way for some time. Still looking at the floor she asked why would I want to see an old woman naked. 

So I decided that I would tell her the rest. I explained that I had fantasized about her for years and went into some detail about what I had thought of and even told her that I had told my wife about the fantasy and that she was actually turned on by it and even encouraged it. Mom was silent for a moment and then asked me, “So I guess now that you finally saw what I really look like, you won’t be thinking that way any longer right?” I said, “Actually mom, its just the opposite. It excited me more than I thought and I couldn’t believe how good you looked.”

She then asked, “You actually masterbated while thinking of me?” I told her that I had and that it never failed to get me excited.

What she asked me next shocked me. While still looking at the floor and having no eye contact, she asked me, “If I showed you my breasts so you could masterbate, would that be enough for you to get over those thoughts you keep having?” I couldn’t believe it. I asked she if she really meant that and even though she thought about it for a minute, she nodded her head yes.

She asked me where I needed to be and where I would like her to be. So I told her that it would be great for her to sit on a chair facing the bed and I would sit in front of her on the edge of the bed. My hands were shaking I was so nervous and my cock was pounding as well. Once we were in our positions, I heard mom mumble something to herself and shake her head like this was not a good thing but…she just kept looking at the floor and slowly untied the belt on her robe. 

My eyes were popping out of my head as I still could not believe what was about to happen. She slowly opened the robe and let it fall off her shoulders and it bunched up at her waist. I could not see her pussy at all but it didn’t matter because I was now free to jerk off while looking at the prettiest, pale white tits I had ever seen!

I stood up & dropped my pants to my ankles and sat on the edge and rubbed my cock slowly as I wanted this to last as long as possible. My eyes were fixed on her tits as I whacked and I noticed that mom had taken her eyes off the floor and was looking at my cock as I was pounding it. About a minute later I realized that I was not going to be able to cum!!! I was devastated. Well this happens when you get a bit older as I have had trouble getting off over the past few years. My wife never minded because it meant she could take advantage of my cock until she got enough for herself.

Mom asked what was wrong and I told her I was embarrassed because I was not going to be able to get off. She shook her head and said she was sorry and that she knew this was a bad idea. I knew she thought that I was not turned on because of what she looked like. So I finally convinced her that it was me and not her. She seemed concerned and asked if there was anything she could do to help. 

My mind ran wild with how many possiblilites that statement could lead to. Then she looked up at me for the first time and looked into my eyes and said, “I have already done more than any mother should ever do. I am so shocked to know that you had ever thought of me in any sexual way. But looking at you sitting nude in front of me, finally seeing what you had always dreamed of and not being able to clear your mind enough for you to ejaculate…I just don’t know. I may regret this for the rest of my life but...like I said, I have already gone too far.”

She slid off the chair and knelt in front of me and reached out and took my cock in her hand. I was too shocked to say anything. Before I knew it, she leaned over, opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in her mouth! The sensation I felt and knowing it was my moms mouth on my cock was something I just can’t describe.

She lowered her head and took all of my seven inches into her mouth. I wanted to blow my load right there & then but I did everything I could to prevent that from happening. I put a hand on her head and just watched as my mom went on for the next five minutes giving me a blow job. She looked up at me and asked if I was going to cum. I told her that I had never been able to cum from oral sex and she stopped what she was doing. 

She then asked, “Now what?” I asked her if I could touch her. She looked back at the floor for a minute and said I could. She then stood up in front of me and the robe fell to the floor so she was now completely naked in front of me. I reached up with both hands, cupped her tits and felt her nipples harden in my palms. She eyes were closed now as I continued to massage her C tits. 

I got bold and ran my hands down over her “old lady” belly and felt the thick hair run through my fingers. I leaned forward and put my nose to her bush and felt the tickle as I inhaled the scent of her pussy. I reached under her pussy and ran my finger up her slit and rubbed my thumb on her clit. She reahed over and put a hand on my shoulder for support as I actually heard a muffled moan come from her.

It was now or never I thought so I stood up and took her hand and led her to the bed and had her lay down on her back. She looked into my eyes as she lay flat on the bed and said, “I love you and trust you. But you have to understand that nothing can be said of this nor can it ever happen again.” I told her I understood and leaned over and gently kissed her on the lips. She closed her eyes and I began to run my hands slowly over her body, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. 

I tweaked her nipples and leaned over to put one in my mouth. When I did that, her body squirmed and she bit her lower lip. My other hand found her bush again and I fiddled with it until I felt her pussy lips. I could not believe how much hair she had and how long the strands were. I gently slid a finger into her pussy and could feel the heat coming from it as I also felt her become wet. 

I sat back up and just looked at her body in awe. I moved over on top of her and put some of my weight onto her. Her eyes remained closed and my cock was pressing into her upper thigh as I leaned over and kissed her on the neck, which brought about another moan from her.

I moved up a few inches and my cock could feel the hairy bush that covered her pussy. My hand took hold of my cock as I ran it up & down her wet slit. This was it, I thought. I am about to make love to my own mother! I pressed forward and felt the head of my cock slide into her pussy. She bit her lip again and let out a little sigh. I moved my hips forward more and my entire length went into her wet pussy. I was beside myself with the sensation of my mothers wet cunt surrounding my cock and she asked if everything was ok since I was not moving. I told her I wanted to stay still a few seconds to take in the sensation of her. 

She reached her hands around me and began to rub my back as I started to slowly pump in and out of her pussy. She began to moan and make sounds I had never heard from her before. I was in a state of extasy as I started to piston faster and harder. We both were breathing harder as my cock plunged into her cunt and back out again. What I heard next was something I simply never imagined I would ever hear. She said, “Yes honey…that’s it! You are making me feel wonderful. Please honey…harder! Harder!”

Her body trembled and she grabbed mt back hard with her hands and I could feel her pussy clamp down on my cock. She was cumming! I was making my own mother cum from me fucking her! She started to scream but immediately closed her mouth and bit her lip as she realized my wife was still in the other room. She opened her eyes and said, “It’s okay honey. You can do it inside me. Please…I’m ready for it.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer after hearing that and her looking directly into my eyes. I exploded with a force I had never experienced before. She clung onto me tightly as I could feel my cock pulsate and spurt after spurt of my cum jetted into her welcoming, wet pussy! The feeling of my orgasm sprang though my body like electricity when you touch a hot wire. I finally started to calm down and just laid on top of my mom as my cock became ultra sensitive and she continued to felx her pussy muscles on my cock.

We laid there for several minutes and she said we needed to stop now. I slowly began to get up, my cock slipped out of her pussy and I could see my cum flow out of her cunt and onto the bed. I reached over and got my t-shirt and put it under her pussy to catch my cum.

Mom pulled the covers over her body as I gathered up my clothes and walked to the doorway. I turned back to her and said, “Mom, thank you for the most incredible feeling I have ever had. I promise I will not do anything to make this night something we will regret.” Mom looked over at me and said, “Honey, now you know. Now I think you should go and kiss your wife and tell her you love her and go to sleep.”

My wife!!! Oh my, I wonder what she is thinking by now?

I went into my bedroom and she was sitting on the bed and asked, “Well baby? I heard the noises from the room. I think you need to come over here and tell me all about it.” What happened next is for another story! 



Spying My Brother



I don't know how it first started, but I caught a glimpse of my brother's cock. My brother Tommy always wore tight jeans or shorts around the house. I didn't have a boyfriend and I just had this itch I couldn't quite scratch. 

My brother was eighteen and I was barely two years older than him. I am not the best looking girl around and maybe that was the reason I never had any dates. I had small tits and I was on the thin side. I had to do something.

I would look at Tommy's bulge as he wandered around the house and then I got bolder. Late at night when my brother was asleep I would crack the door to his bedroom. Tommy would sometimes fall asleep with his nightlight still on. He would be on top of the covers totally naked.

I would look at his long, thick cock lying on his belly. It took all my self-control to not enter his room. I was weak one night. I opened the door to his room and stepped inside. As I shut the door my brother stirred. I held my breath for a minute and then got closer to the bed.

Tommy's cock was half hard. I knew it was wrong, but I reached out and took it in my hand. That was when my brother woke up.

"Ellen, what are you doing here?"

I don't think he knew I was holding his cock for those few seconds and then he looked down. I just couldn't release that fat cock from my hand. Tommy gave me this look that said it all. He knew I wanted his cock. God help me, I really did want it.

I sat down on the side of the bed and I started to stroke my brother's dick. Tommy began to arch his back some, like he wanted something more from me.

"Suck on it Ellen," he told me.

I had to have my brother, there was no other way for me now. I lowered my face and took his throbbing mushroom into my mouth. I started to work my lips up and down his huge dick. I needed my brother, I needed him in the worst way.

In a few minutes I had Tommy's cock rock hard from sucking on it. I pulled off and just looked at my brother. He had lust in his eyes. He got up from the bed and had me stand up. Tommy slowly removed every stitch of clothes I had on. He had me lie on my back.

My heart was beating fast. I never thought it would come to this, honestly. My brother parted my legs and crawled in between them. Tommy had his cock in his hand and he rubbed his cock head up and down my slit. All I knew is I had to have my brother, I craved his cock.

Tommy slowly slid his rod into my pussy. I was tight, but Tommy loosened me up pretty quickly. His cock felt enormous inside me. I had only been with one other guy before. He was nowhere as big as my brother. Tommy took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs up. He kept pushing until he had all of his cock buried inside me.

It was all I could do, to not cry out. My parents were down the hall. If they caught us I hated to think what would happen. Tommy didn't seem to care. He drove his monster dick deep inside my belly. Over and over he fed me every hard inch of his pole. I had to put my hand over my mouth a few times in order not to cry out.

I knew Tommy had all of his dick inside me. I felt his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. He was slamming me hard. I finally came out of my haze and I told my brother to pull out before he came inside me. He wasn't wearing a rubber and I wasn't on any birth control. It was like Tommy was totally out of it. 

I repeated myself, but Tommy kept sliding his dick deeper and deeper into me. Then my brother arched his back and I felt him explode inside my pussy. My face must have shown how I felt. I tried to pull away, but I couldn't. Tommy kept fucking me like a crazy man and shooting his hot seed deep into my belly.

All I can recall now is that he didn't seem to stop. He kept plowing his big pecker into me and showering me with his cum. Some minutes later my brother finally got soft and pulled out of me. All his white baby seed came dripping out of my hole. I gathered up my clothes and ran into the bathroom.

I tried as best I could to push all that cum out of me and clean myself up. I was worried now. What had we done? I didn't go back to Tommy, but I went to my bed and cried to myself. I hoped I wasn't pregnant from my brother fucking me. I finally drifted off and fell to sleep.

The next morning my parents had left for work. I got up and went into the living room. There sat my brother.

"That was so hot last night Ellen," he told me as he smiled.

I reached out and slapped him.

"What was that for?" my brother asked.

"I told you not to cum inside me, why didn't you listen?"

"You walked into my bedroom and stroked my cock, what did you think was going to happen?" My brother asked me.

I guess I was a fool. What did I think was going to happen after I made my brother's hard with my mouth?

"I know you are still horny," he told me.

I hated to admit it to myself. All I could think of after I went to my bedroom was Tommy fucking me like crazy last night. My brother took hold of my wrist and pulled me to the couch. I tried to pull away, but in the back of my mind I wanted him again.

Tommy pulled off my bathrobe and pulled me onto the couch. All my brother had on was a pair of shorts. He managed to pull them off and we were both naked. I was on top of my brother. I could feel his cock rested against my belly. All that rubbing against me was making him hard again.

Tommy got into position. My pussy was pushing against his cock head. He managed to fit the head to my pussy lips and slide into me once more. Fuck, I needed him. I wanted his cock even if he had creamed my pussy. I wanted him to do it again.

I rode up and down my brother's shaft. This time I didn't have to be quiet. I pleaded with him to fuck me hard. Tommy drove his big dick deep inside me. He would hold it there and I would use my muscles to milk that fat prick.

We fucked for a long time that way. I was bouncing up and down and getting every hard inch into my pussy. There was no pleading to pull out this time around. I reached back and squeezed on Tommy's ball sacs. A couple of good squeezes and my brother blew his wad of seed into me once more.

It felt so hot and steamy as my brother gave me another load of his cum. I worked my pussy around his dick until I got every drop out of him. I then collapsed onto his chest and we both tried to recover.

Tommy told me he wanted to make me his lover. He wanted to impregnate me, he said. My head was swimming. I knew what we had done was stupid, but how could I turn back now. My brother had fucked me raw twice and I had two loads of his seed to show for it.

I had wanted him in the first place and he showered me with his cum. I can still feel some of it inside me still as I write this. I know we will fuck some more and I just hope it all works out for the best.



Spying My Young Sister-in-Law



My wife Kim just told me that her sister Luanne was paying a visit for a week. I was a little ticked off that I got such a short notice. Luanne, who was nineteen, just finished up her first year in college. She told my wife that she didn't want to spend the whole summer with their parents. Would we mind if she stayed with us for awhile? I didn't say anything to my wife about how I felt.

The next day Luanne arrived. I hadn't seen her in nearly two years and she had grown up. Luanne was taller and she let her auburn hair grow out. She was also getting more bolder. Luanne was wearing a shirt with no bra on. She didn't have very big tits but her nipples were showing. I tried not to be too obvious but I was looking at her chest.

My wife made dinner that night and afterwards we talked about Luanne and school. The next morning my wife said she had a bunch of errands to run and off she went. I walked into the bathroom to get cleaned up. There is a door between the bathroom and the bedroom where Luanne was staying. I could hear noises coming from the other side of the door. I knew I shouldn't do it but I cracked the door open.

I was able to peek in and there was Luanne naked on the bed. She was running her fingers across her pussy and moaning pretty loudly. I pulled my briefs aside and took my dick in my hand. I was stroking myself as I kept an eye on Luanne. I must have made some noise and Luanne called out.

"Is that you, Rich?"

I just had to see her. I opened the door and walked into the spare bedroom. Luanne looked directly at my crotch. My boner was bulging through my underwear.

"I heard you and I had to look in," I told Luanne.

She motioned me to come closer to the bed. I walked over and Luanne sat up. She reached for the material of my briefs and pulled it down. My cock was now exposed to my young sister.

"God, you are so big, Rich!"

I got onto the bed and Luanne reached out and took hold of my dick. She brought me close to her mouth and she took me down her throat. Fuck, did that feel good. Kim wasn't into sex much these days. She sure didn't go out of her way to give me any head. Luanne, on the other hand, started to bob up and down my rod. She was getting into taking my shaft all the way down to the root. It didn't take too long before I was hard as a rock.

I pulled out of Luanne's mouth and I got between her thighs. Luanne spread wide for me as I guided my mushroom to her opening.

"You need to pull out Rich, before you cum."

With that I began to push past Luanne's pussy folds. Man, did she let out a scream. I am around eight inches in length and very thick. It took me some minutes before I was able to get all the way inside my young sister. Once I was buried, I started to feed Luanne with some fast strokes. Her pussy muscles had me in a tight grip. I was looking down at her small tits. Her nipples were small but they were like hard pebbles on her chest.

Luanne placed her legs around my waist and we got into it. I was burying my dick in the whole way and then pulling out, leaving just the head of my cock in place. I wish you could have heard the noises Luanne was making. It was evident she needed cock in the worst way. I gave her the pounding she craved. In and out, I shoved my rod in the whole way. I would sometimes hold my cock in place and let Luanne milk my bone with her pussy muscles.

If only my wife would fuck like her sister. I guess twenty minutes or so had passed. I felt my nuts starting to pinch. I hated to do it but I broke free and I climbed up above Luanne's face. I stroked my dick as Luanne opened her mouth for me. It didn't take much and I was squirting my cream into Luanne's greedy mouth. I had a big load all saved up. Cum was shooting all over Luanne's mouth and face. She would close her mouth and swallow every so often.

I must have came for a couple of minutes. When it seemed like I was finished Luanne took my cock by the root and pulled me closer. Her lips surround my dick and she cleaned me off with her tongue and lips. I couldn't recall having sex like that in a long time. Luanne smiled as she held my dick in her small hand.

"We probably should get cleaned up before Kim gets back," she said to me.

We both got into the shower together. There was no more sex as such. I did manage to massage Luanne's tits as the water poured over our bodies. We got out and we both got dressed. My wife showed up a half hour later. Kim was all happy as she put away the groceries she bought. I looked over at Luanne. She was still braless and her nipples were hard and erect. Her face was also flushed.

There was no opportunity for sex with Luanne the rest of that weekend. Monday arrived and my wife left for work. I quickly called into work and took a vacation day. Luanne and I spent most of the day in the spare bed. I took her every way possible. Luanne got me hard with her mouth and then she mounted me. I took hold of her ass cheeks and gave her the fucking she needed. I soon had my hands on her small breasts. I was kneading her small tits as Luanne slid up and down my cock. The sweat was pouring from both of us as Luanne gripped me hard with her pussy. 

We must have fucked a good hour. I could feel myself getting close. I told Luanne I was close to cumming. Luanne had her head back and she looked like she was out of it. I told her one more time I was going to cum. I got no response. I couldn't hold back anymore. I flooded Luanne with a big load of my seed. It was like I had my cock in a vise. Luanne milked every hot drop of my cream from me.

After some minutes Luanne collapsed onto my chest. I held her in my arms.

"I'm sorry Rich, I just had to feel you cum inside me," she said.

She also said she wasn't on the pill. I just hoped nothing would happen from me seeding her pussy. The rest of the week was almost the same. I managed to leave work early and get home in order to fuck my young sister. Like a fool I kept giving Luanne my loads of semen. She actually wanted it that way. The week came to an end too soon. We managed to exchange phone numbers before she left. Luanne left Sunday morning. Later that evening I got a text message from Luanne.

"That was the best sex I ever had. I hope we can hook up soon."

I have been fantasizing about Luanne this past week. I think about having her in bed once more. I have also been thinking about all those loads of cream I gave her with my bare cock. Hopefully it will all work out and I will see Luanne in the near future.



Spying on Andrew



I can see your window from here.

Not that there is much to see, the left window is always open, the right closed, the curtains forever drawn.

I can even smell you from here, the house does not smell too pleasant, but I never could stand the smell of smoke! It isn't the houses smell that interests me, it's your smell, the smell of sexual tension radiates from your inner soul. You life your life day to day bored stiff with your girlfriend. 

Inside you long for someone to take you over, to dominate and order you into submission. Every time you have the same old sex in the same old missionary, fantasising about me is the only thing that makes you come. 

Then comes the pillow talk, the questions that you and all other men dread. More than anything.

"Mmm," she says in her little mousy voice, "that was good." Then comes the pause, where she contemplates asking you. Knowing inside that you're at your most vulnerable when you have just orgasmed. But she asks anyway. "Where do you see us in a year's time?" You're never one to shy away from commitment are you Andrew? But today seems better than ever to shy away. Inside you scream at her. The sex is boring, I am a carnal soul, and I cannot live without feeling fulfilled. The one time we branched out into anything exciting you thought I was crazy.

"I don't know." Escapes your lips, and you regret saying it instantly, her face drops and she gets off he bed, dragging the sheet around her body, still pink from sex. You swear under your breath, at this point I switch off and try to focus in on you, it's funny very time I enter your mind you wince, you close your eyes and bite your lip. 

You feel torn, you have just had sex, and now something is making you so horny your cock stiffens and you thank Christ for the blanket that keeps your hard on hidden. I see your thoughts, your wishes for a dominant woman, gifted and able to tie you to your bed, your wrists and ankles shackled. When I smile at the thoughts, you moan outwardly. Slowly you drop your barriers and let your hand wander down to your throbbing cock.

Your thoughts move on again, now you are tied up tightly, your arms bound together behind your back, and you are bent over on a bed, some faceless woman is sodomizing you with her fingers, holding a dildo, waiting to plunge it into your ravaged ass. Again you moan out loud as your hands begin their work. 

I pick up your thoughts in my hands, mould them around a little, now you see my face, your mind connects me with your ideal dom. Although I am not a great deal to look at, my enthusiasm for fulfilling your every desire makes you want me all the more.

As I manipulate your thoughts, your hand works up and down methodically bringing you ever closer to a point of no return where you spew a little more come into some tissue over the thought of being used. You feel empty as you head downstairs for the first smoke and coffee of another long and monotonous day. 

Emily pecks you on your cheek before she leaves for work, but you have already seen her holdall packed by the door. Unsure how to react you smile and tell her to have a good day. She leaves, crying audibly, to me. You feel her tears. Shortly after a blunt message confirms it. 'It's over Andrew, I cant stand you anymore. I am in love with someone else. Emily' 

You throw your phone at the wall, half crazy with anger half desperate with depression. Your life has a tendency to throw things at you doesn't it, Andrew?

In front of me I have your life mapped out on my coffee table, bills, birth certificate, photographs, copies of pages from old journals. Mostly things that you do not spend a lot of time thinking about, so I cant get them from your mind. It would take longer than breaking in and stealing all the papers.

Your dog Fred likes me.

You sit a lot at your computer, mulling over the past, or the pieces you can stand to think about. On the whole you seem pretty average, tall, slim, long black hair. A goth type, just the one tattoo, and a lip and tongue stud. Your mind tells me otherwise. You don't know your father, you have had a nasty encounter with a babysitter, your car accident at 13 has left you with a lot of scars, both internal and external, these are just some of the things that add to your high barriers. But I will always have a way in because of your fascination with being dominated and now with me.

I sip at my water, planning. I know you sleep during the day, and I want to slip in before you are in too deep a sleep to come around fast. Knowing that Emily won't be paying a surprise visit is good news. Today will be the day where you realise your fantasies can be fulfilled.

Several coffees later, you are tired. Helped on a little by my mind hopping. Easing your weary body from your chair, Fred in tow you clamber up the stairs, puling away your Guns n Roses t shirt as you go, and slumping still half dressed, face down onto bed. 

Before long, a gentle sleep takes hold, as Fred rushes downstairs to greet me. I glide up the stairs soundlessly and into your room via the closed doors, I materialise wearing nothing but a pair of black panties and a pink and black chemise/dress. You hear nothing, but feel my weight pressing down on your lower back and ass.

You slowly raise through layers of sleep, as I lean in and bite your ear lobe, your first reaction is that Emily has changed her mind, but when I whisper, "hello there Andrew." In my gentile voice, your mind panics and you struggle.

"Who...what the fuck...?" My nails are in your soft back, raking red lines, etching. You moan outwardly and struggle, coming more to your senses with each passing second. 

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"

"Questions, questions Andrew."

"How do you know my name?" You ask, your voice quivers as my hands snake under your waist and I undo your belt.

"Oh, I know a lot more than that, Mr Goddard." I stop; you are thrashing around too much for me to get your jeans off smoothly. Which is the reaction I wanted, I pull out some rope and attach your wrists to the bedposts rendering escape no longer possible.

By now, sleep has dissipated entirely, you whimper and shiver a little knowing that I have you trapped and there is no one around to help you anymore.

"Please," you beg, "why are you doing this? Let me go." I ignore you, yanking away your jeans, and black shorts to reveal your pert, tight little ass, I rub my hands, and nails over the soft, hairy skin. Making you whimper, "oooh, please, please. I...who are you?"

"You will refer to me as your Lady from now on, understand?" I growl, grabbing a handful of your black hair to emphasise my words. You nod slowly.

You feel me get off the bed, rummage around in my bag, you try very hard to concentrate on the quiet noises I am making, I enter your mind making you groan, I see you saying 'fuck, it's her, the woman from my dreams' I see conflicting emotions, being terrified but so horny. This is your dream come true, being forced by a woman, being used for her pleasure.

Soon after you feel slick fingers probing along your ass. You shudder, burying your face into the pillow, sobbing. "No, please, I..My Lady..." Your words are lost somewhere unknown as my index finger slips into your ass with ease. I feel what you feel, your cock stiffens, despite your pleas and your minds conflicting emotions are shoved aside while you enjoy the experience, still occasionally begging for release from your ties.

I add a second digit, your whole body moves forward with me as I thrust hard and fast up inside your ass. Your mind threatens to explode with pleasure. 

"Please," you beg weakly, "this is so wrong, you're so sick." You manage to say, half mad, half sobbing. I merely laugh taking joy in your pain. You feel helplessness, but raise your ass, and shove your face into the pillow to hide your shame at being turned on.

Soon I have three fingers inside you, your moans come with thrust, your protests have all but disappeared apart from the odd 'please, no' or 'stop, I beg you'. Suddenly I just stop and in the silence of the house you try to listen to me and guess what I am doing. There are gently noises but before you can make your mind concentrate on what I'm doing you feel a hard dildo slide into your ass.

You moan, try to bite on the pillow, but I grab your hair, forcing you to turn to face me. You look at me, petrified; try to bury your head back in the pillow. I laugh at you and start to slide the dildo in and out of your slick ass, making you gasp and writhe. 

"This....please my Lady, this is rape."

"Oh?!" I ask, "and just what do you intend to do about it?" I sneer, "after all, I don't exist."

"Wh..what do you mean?" you shudder. You feel my breath close to your shoulder, the sharp points of my fangs sink into the doughy flesh. I moan gently, you sign in pain. You feel your blood run over your shoulder, but you look just to confirm, and sure as day you note my while, razor sharp bloody smeared with your life blood. I smile letting the last flow down my throat. I am sated.

You shudder, as I continue to ram the huge dildo into your ass, the tears come, as you cover the bed sheets in come, raising you ass from the bed so it hits you in the face, I wipe some up and force you to eat it. You sob.

"I surrender, please I'm all yours my Lady." You cry your fists clenching and unclenching, you feel your wrists come loose, you mind still reeling from the strongest orgasm you've felt since meeting Emily. You shudder, curling into a ball still half terrified but half elated.

When you uncurl you notice I am gone but you see a black kiss on your lower abdomen, a promise of more to come... 



Spying on Anthony's Mom was Hot



My friend Melissa gave me the idea for this story from a story her friend Bill told her about his younger years. Enjoy.





It has been said that some of the best things we learn are the situations that occur by accident. 

Oh, there is book learning and a wealth of other places to get to know about this or that. For me, a great learning experience late in my teenage years was totally by chance.

But I am getting a little ahead of myself. 

A bookworm in high school, I got strong grades and easily earned a scholarship into State U. Yet as strong as I was with the books, I was equally the opposite with the girls. I only had several "real" dates in high school, only one that lasted more than a couple dates.

My best friend Anthony was equally inept with them women, and each of us struggled to get dates for the senior prom. Point is that when you spent all your time at the library or studying at home, you don't have a lot of time to blissfully interact with the other sex in anything other than a classroom environment.

That didn't mean I didn't have a favorite girl. Oh, there were some movie and television female leads that I liked, but the one woman I was in lust with was Anthony's mother, Mrs. Easterly. Oh, I would call her Carol, but, well I mean she was Mrs. E to me. 

She was a real estate agent and worked out of the home when not at the office or showing a house. Always dressed to perfection, prim and proper, the woman didn't have to dress provocatively to get my juices flowing. I mean, well, I admit, more than once I'd fantasized about being with her sexually, sending my man sauce into a sock thinking about her fantastic ass and especially her long legs.

Mrs. E. had a way of looking sexy while still in what others would call work clothing. But it was on weekends when she's sun in her bikini that I'd spy and soak in the look. I think a couple times she caught a glimpse of me, why once I swear she covered a smile after catching me looking. 

Couldn't help myself because the view, especially when she was wearing a business suit, was awesome. She wore it so well, tight but not too tight, lots of leg but not too much leg. She must have known I was spying on her when she wasn't looking, but she never said a word. 

Maybe she was embarrassed, but she didn't cover up when sunbathing. I mean, she was in a bikini not naked. And heck, she was fully clothed in a business suit yet I was entranced. But in my fantasies I'd do all kinds of things to her sexy 39-year-old body that was sans clothing. 

It helped that, looking back, Anthony's mom would flirt a little with me when I'd visit. Oh, nothing terribly overt, but little things. I think she knew when I was following her around the room with my eyes, and deliberately drop something so I'd get a view of her behind. And every once in a while there's be a little innuendo, like when she asked if girls thought I was big enough. 

I thought in the equipment department, but of course she meant tall enough, right?

Once I mentioned to Anthony that his mother was a hot MILF and we almost got into a fight. Never again did that happen, as I am not stupid!

Clearly I was lustful with his mom, but that didn't mean I acted crazy when over their house. She was always nice to me, smiling, and Anthony didn't have to know my lust.

Which brings me to our attic, a small area where my parents stored odds and ends at the top of our house. By accident one day I looked toward out neighbor's house, the one on the side away from Anthony's house, and my eyes nearly popped out.

On the floor below, in her bedroom, but my neighbor's 18-year-old daughter....she was walking between the bathroom and her bedroom in her underwear. Hip hugging panties and a bra never looked so good, and that night I had a new naughty fantasy. I sleuthed up to the attic every day after school and caught Michelle several times in various stages of undress. 

Accidental voyeur would have become my job title if anyone knew, or pervert. But that little knowledge --- seeing into my neighbor's hallway --- was quite exciting. It sure gave me a different view of the young girl!

I stacked some boxes so it would be hard to be seen if my accident Michelle looked up. It was a secure, secluded spot, and my mind wandered. I moved back toward the other wall, sat in a beanbag chair, and began stroking myself thinking of the next-door girl.

Looking to the side, toward Anthony's parents home, I almost choked. 

The dream mom from next door was home from work and undressing. I've never been to a strip club, but this show had to be a heck of a lot better. She removed her blouse, displaying a white bra that fit perfect.... until it was removed. Bare were her bountiful sweet breasts, on display for me.

She sat on the bed, and had already removed her pumps. Off came her skirt, and soon her pantyhose as well. She then walked to another room in only her blue panties and my dick wanted to chase her. 

When she came back into the room she was wearing a flowing white robe, hair in a towel, and she sat at a table and began to do her nails. I couldn't help imagine myself in the room with her.... she wouldn't be doing her nails. 

It was like watching a movie, and I couldn't take my eyes away from her. Once I though she might have looked into the mirror and seen me, but other than a little bit of a head flick she was concentrating on other things. 

Done with her nails, she reached into her drawer and reached around before settling on some pretty pink panties. I was disappointed in that she slipped them on under the robe and I didn't get a view of her naked, but soon I was thrilled when she took off the robe and lay down on the bed in just those flimsy panties. 

I watched as she began reading a book, and I felt like such a naughty voyeur. But naughty wasn't merely me after a while, because the woman held the book in one hand while sliding the other down to play first with her thighs then patiently creeping upward until she slipped her fingers into her panties. 

First I wondered what she was reading, and then I realized who cared? She was playing between her legs, the woman I'd often fantasized about was working her pussy under those flimsy panties. Soon the book was put down and she began fondling her ample breasts. Unbelievable!

Needless to say I'd never seen a girl masturbate before, so the view was spectacular. Once I thought she was looking toward my perch, but she looked away and I chalked it up to her being lost in the sensation of her fingering her wet slit. 

Stroking myself in tune with her fingers dancing in her honey pit I was lost in the action below. Suddenly, Mrs. Easterly moved up and reached over and pulled the covers over her body. 

Quickly I realized what was going on. Her husband arrived home early and walked into the bedroom and caught her in the act. He pulled the covers back and was clearly saying something to his wife. She shook her head no, but the man was insistent on something he was acting.

Soon he was unbuckling his trousers and kicking off his pants as he pushed his wife back onto the bed. Down came his underwear and he slid on top of her. Rubbing his dick up and down her slit, he quickly entered her without any foreplay and began rutting like a dog in heat. 

In and out he went, holding her legs up high on his shoulders as be insistently and emphatically banged his wife. Like a flash it was over, as he rocked in her, pounded her, and then held the pose as he came inside his wife. 

He didn't even kiss her as he arose, saying something, and then walked toward the bathroom where I imagined he was hitting the shower. He must have been, as the woman arose, slipped toward the bathroom almost as if to listen then back to the bed. She reached into the nightstand and pulled out a submarine shaped object that, when she laid back on the bed, she turned on and began fucking herself with.

Quickly and sans prep, in and out it went, fucking herself with the dildo. She moved it around her clit, in and out of her pussy, and soon her head was way back and her knees were up and she was shaking in obvious ecstasy. As quick as her husband humped her and ran to the shower, she humped herself with the vibrator and got herself off. She did, her eyes were back in her head and she was shaking.

And all that action got me off as well, as I spurted volley after volley of pent up desire onto the attic floor. 

When I looked back down I swear Mrs. Easterly was under the covers again looking up at me. I pulled back, then had to look back down, and I believe she had indeed caught me. But, surprise of surprises, she was smiling. That smile soon left as her husband came back into the room. 

The two spoke, then he strode out of the room soon followed by his wife. 

The next afternoon I entered the Easterly house right behind Anthony. We dropped our books on the floor and slipped down to the basement to shoot some pool. Later, I heard someone enter the floor above, and when Anthony slipped into the bathroom I said I'd grab us a couple soft drinks.

Upstairs I went, walking into the kitchen as his mother was walking out. She smiled at me, told me the fridge had a good selection of drinks and began to walk upstairs. She stopped quickly, turned, and whispered to me a question. 

"Did you like the show," said the woman. "I thought your eyes were going to pop out. You are pretty forward sitting up there and watching out bedroom!"

Stammering something about that not being the case, that I knew nothing of what she was speaking about, she smiled and told me it was all right. "Just don't get caught by your mom. Sometimes mom's don't understand the naughty nature of their sons."

With that she strode upstairs, and I only wished I were upstairs watching her room. I think she gave me her approval to look. 

I tried over the next few days to get a show, but it wasn't to be. On Friday I stopped over the Easterly's house in the early evening to see what Anthony was up to, but Mrs. Easterly said my friend and his father went over to the mall to pick up a couple gifts. She led me into the kitchen, and we sat across from each other, each not wanting to be the first to speak. 

Mrs. Easterly spoke with kindness and authority. "That was wrong, what happened the other day, I should have pulled the shades closed," said the woman. "And you, young man, should have been a gentleman and looked away."

She looked at me and smiled, her mind whirling. "I guess a horny guy like you isn't going to look away, right?" she said with a laugh. I could swear she was blushing. "Actually, it was kind of hot. I don't know that I've never been spied on that way."

Apologizing, I told the woman it was a beautiful view. I'd stop looking if she asked, and it was a total secret. I'd never tell anyone.

"You are so sweet.... are you sure? You won't tell anyone? Ever?"

No mam, it was the hottest thing ever.

"You know I'm not some kind of floosy, right. I would never cheat on my husband, although he's given me reason.... I mean, you can look, just not touch, right? That's so very, very erotic to me."

"And me too, Mrs. Easterly."

She quietly asked me a question. "Did you, err, did you masturbate?"

Nodding my head, I told her I did and left a whole lot of sticky stuff on the floor.

Just then we heard the garage door opening, and she shooed me out of the house. But she left me with a couple hints.

"Richard has a tee time tomorrow morning at 10. If you were, ah, looking, maybe at 7:30 or so you might get another show. He likes to do it Saturday morning and then brag about doing it to his foursome," said the woman with a laugh. "Oh, and clean up your mess up there. Mothers have special eyes you know. Be careful."

In a jiffy I was gone and that night I did my best not to whack off because I wanted to save myself for the morning quickie next door. I slept well, though, setting the phone alarm for 7. With some quiet walking, I made my way upstairs. 

At first I was worried, because the shades were totally close in the Easterly bedroom. Checking around, all was quiet in my house, so I sat on my perch and attempted to stay out of sight from below. 

Soon I saw a rustling of the shades, and soon I saw the woman of my dreams, Mrs. Easterly sliding open the shades. She was dressed in a blue baby doll nightie that left little to the imagination. Sexy panties to the set, the short nightie above, she looked adorable. 

She was talking to her husband, who was still lying on the bed, then left the room. I pulled back so as not to be conspicuous, and waited while peering over from time to time to see what was happening. 

It was worth the wait. Soon Mrs. Easterly brought a cup of coffee and handed it to her husband, who took a slow belt while eyeing his wife. She did look adorable, and while she was brushing her hair he said something to her that brought a smile to her face.

While I wished I had a microphone in the room, my eyes heard what was going on. Mr. Easterly needed his pipe cleaned! And his wife was just the one to do it. His cock started rustling the sheet, as Mrs. Easterly spoke to him. Soon, she did more than talk. 

She walked over, set the hairbrush down on the nightstand, and then slid off the sheet. Mr. Easterly was in the mood, as his cock was three quarters erect. That wasn't good enough for his wife though as she knelt on the bed and slowly lowered her head.

There, with my eyes bulging, she started licking her husband's cock. Up and down, around, from stem to stern. When she paid close attention to his balls his dick powered itself into overdrive. She still hadn't sucked him, but his dick was pulsating against her face. He rubbed that dick against her face, and circled her long hair around it, jerking himself off in the air while she licked his balls.

I loved the way her ass was high in the air as she was bent over her man. She worked her lips, then pushed his hands away and removed his dick from her hair. She said something to him, then bent back over and began sucking his dick.

First she worked the tip, moving maybe an inch in and out of her mouth before she ate nearly the whole enchilada. Up and down she went with his hands moving over to guide the blowjob. He was thrusting in and out of her mouth. 

The woman was totally immersed in her husband's cock, and I had to wonder if it was a show for me or an act of kindness for him. Either way, I loved watching as he guided her head up and down his throbbing cock.

Her head was moving like a blur, and his head was thrown back as he pounded his midsection against her head. All of a sudden he reached down and started stroking his cock while she moved off his dick. Within seconds he began jerking off and shooting his cum wildly all over. Some hit her in the face, but a lot hit her hair and even more up and down onto the sheets. 

Mrs. Easterly quickly lowered her head back onto his cock after the initial volleys were complete, and she finishing him off in her hot sucking mouth. She kept bobbing her head as he cock began to shrink, and soon she had the whole thing in her mouth as she rested her head on his loins. 

For a minute he stroked her face and hair, rubbing the cum around. For her part, Mrs. Easterly just kept still, savoring the cock in her mouth while cum dangled off he chin. 

And then, as quickly as it started, Mr. Easterly pushed his wife away and bounded into the bathroom, presumably for a morning pre-golf shower.

Mrs. Easterly merely stood and took off the stained sheets and put them at the foot of the bed for cleaning. In the middle of that, though, she looked up toward my perch and reached over and took a piece of the sheet and dried her face. Damn, that was so very hot. 

It wasn't long before Mr. Easterly slipped out of the bathroom and dressed. Before he left he kissed his wife on the forehead and then gave her behind an easy smack before he left the room. She looked out the window, and after his car left she looked at me and smiled. 

She gave me a naughty, naughty stroking of her fingers before turning and slipping back on top of the bed. With her knees slightly bent she reached up her hands and began playing over the nightie, tweaking her breasts. I wished she'd have taken off the nightie, but it was so very erotic watching her as it was.

After a bit she slipped down her panties, kicking them off, before beginning to slip her fingers over, under, and around her pussy. She was obviously turned on by the earlier blowjob, because I could swear I could see the wetness. Her fingers easily slipped in and out of her cunt, playing with it like a porno star. 

Her eyes were closed as she worked herself, but I noticed she opened them and looked toward the nightstand. She reached over and grasp her hairbrush, with she turned around and began working the handle against her womanhood. Up and down the slit it went, working the outside of her pussy. 

She was actually swaying in tune to her stroking and I wished I had a closer view. I told myself to bring up some binoculars for future use! 

In an instant she inserted the hairbrush handle into her pussy, and the fucking began. She began rutting herself with the wooden tube, pushing it in and out of her slimy hole as her butt began bucking in tune to her thrusts. She was obviously enjoying the action, as I saw her tremble, grimace, shake and saw her lips oval into a moan as she fucked herself. 

Eyes closed, muscles tensed and soon the woman was climaxing on her bed right in front of my eyes. She wasn't faking either, as I swear I heard the cry of relief from below. She held the pose for about a minute, with her hands by her side and the hairbrush in her pussy.

I watched enthralled as the hairbrush began moving by itself or propelled by her pussy muscles until it popped out of her snatch. She lies there totally satisfied for about another minute before her eyes opened and she looked directly up at me.

She shook her head, put a finger to her mouth as if to shush me, and then smiled an embarrassed smile. 

Without question this was so very much better than any porno I'd ever seen, and I swore off looking at them in favor of looking at my best friend's mom at whatever opportunity I had that entire year.



Spying



Her tits were out -- they’re big! Kind of floppy, saggy, but they jiggle nice. Couldn’t see pussy or dildo clearly, but saw her hand working it in and out of her. Could hear her moan once, through the wall. She came just seconds before I did!!!

Wish she’d turn the bathroom light on every night. Also wish I could hear better! Could hear nothing but Lara’s music tonight for most of the time. 

Still stoked. Logging on, planning to cum again. I’ve got to be crazy -- I’ve got a test tomorrow.

Wed, 2nd. 1:45.

Opened blinds a little before X went to bed. So a bit more light tonight. She masturbated a long time, under the covers mostly. Saw her get up and go into the bathroom afterward. Could see her ass cheeks, big and pale in the moonlight. She sleeps without panties on. 

God, wish I could hear more! X mumbling something while she played tonight -- love to hear her. Got an idea about this . . . 

Wiped out on my test today. And closet is beginning to smell like cum.

***

Mark watched his mother nearly every night for two weeks. She masturbated almost every night. He came, at least once, every time she did. He also came when she didn’t masturbate, all the while imagining her doing it. By now his conscience had long since deserted him: he was a Grade A pervert, he knew, so he might as well enjoy it. It was just too exciting to resist. 

He was surprised that he didn’t regret that this was his mother he was watching. He never wished otherwise -- never fantasized that he was watching Marilyn Adamson, for instance, or even that he was spying on some unsuspecting stranger in the next apartment. In part, this was because his mother’s body -- what he had been able to see of it in the crappy lighting -- was nothing like Marilyn’s or Livia’s or any of the porn teens he admired. His mother was plump, cozy and inviting, not slender, tight and intimidating like the girls he had always worshipped. Her legs were long and smooth, but also rather meaty -- she appeared to have fat thighs and a wide ass in the dim light. Her tits were big and fat: more like gigantic water-filled balloons than the pert, upturned little apples he was used to. They splayed outward when she lay flat on her back, and bounced around a lot when she played with herself. He’d had only one very brief, uncertain look at her pussy: a flash of dark when she got out of bed one night. But it seemed evident from that one flash that she had neither the smooth shaved cunt of the internet girls nor the perfectly triangular tuft of the Playboy models -- but a wild and hairy snatch, all mossy and curly. In short, she was built like no one he had ever fantasized about, much less seen naked in person. Viewing her through the peephole was always a delightful surprise. And he found that her rotund charms and matronly curves excited him as much, if not more, than any of the “better built” girls he had ever seen.

There was also (he had to admit) something incredibly exciting about the fact that she was his own mother -- that the last woman he should be spying on, and the last woman who would suspect him of doing so, was the constant subject of his lustful gaze. There was something so wrong about it, so despicably wicked, that the very thought of her nakedness and of her sexuality was enough to make him hard again and again. He had stopped trying not to notice her broad curves beneath her dressing gown, and instead tried not to be caught noticing them. And he had to be very careful when he hugged her -- he made it a point to hug with the top half of his body only, afraid that his prick would harden up against her and betray his secret passion. 

He had quickly become a fetishist for her, constantly on the look out for new “surrogate” ways of experiencing her. The fragrance wafting from her room as he passed it, or the feel of her underclothes as he put them in the washer, were enough to make his heart pound. He kept at least one pair of her discarded panties with him when he was watching her, to sniff at or, once or twice when he got really hot, to suck on. He had twice had the opportunity to briefly inspect her hidden vibrator, and was delighted to find that it did smell like her pussy on these occasions -- rich, heady, honey-like. He never felt so strange as when he popped the giant rubber dick into his mouth, trying to retrieve some taste of her from its smooth surface. He also periodically sampled her bathroom towels, subscribing to the theory that she must wipe herself off somewhere when she finished playing. 

Because he had become so attached to her linen and clothing, he began volunteering to do the laundry more -- something which puzzled Lara, whose chore it officially was. Performing this duty himself however gave him a chance to hang on to her “freshest” panties for his own enjoyment. On one occasion she struck terror into his very soul when she went romping through the house looking for her “nice black underwear.” She was dressing for an office party of some kind, and, standing there in his doorway, in a lacey off-white blouse and a long paisley skirt, she asked if he had seen them.

“I know you’ve been sweet enough to do the laundry lately -- do you remember seeing them?” she asked.

Mark, sitting at his desk, tried his damnedest not to blush.

“Um . . . no, I don’t think so,” he muttered.

“That’s weird. I thought I wore them just a few days ago, but they’re not in the hamper. Are you sure you haven’t washed them?”

“N-no -- I mean yes, I’m sure, Mom.”

“Oh well, crap. It’s just that, white ones will show through this skirt. Maybe I’ve got a dark purple pair or something . . . Thanks, baby.” And she wandered off.

Mark breathed a sigh of relief then. It wasn’t merely that his mother, half-dressed and barefoot in his doorway, had been casually discussing her underwear with him. That alone would be enough to shake him. It was also the fact the panties she was seeking had been less than three feet from her, balled up in his closet, covered in his cum. While she was gone he resolved to “find” them for her, making sure they were well washed first.

Matters continued in this fashion for the better part of a month: Mark doing his best to seek out and absorb every intimate and sexual detail about his mother, but always remaining careful to hide such activities from his mother. It wasn’t always easy. And there was his sister to hide things from as well. This could sometimes be very tricky, because Lara, who habitually exhibited a low level contempt for him, was prone to do things just to rattle him. Like calling him a “wanker” in front of their mother. Or suddenly pounding on his locked door late at night on her way to the bathroom -- something which had always found disturbing when he was porn surfing, but which scared him shitless now that he was spying on Mom.

Lara’s contempt, he had always known, did not stem from her age (she was, literally, only minutes older than he was) nor from any intimations of favoritism on his mother’s part. It chiefly derived from the fact that he was so blatantly unschooled in sexual matters, while she (according to gossip) could have taught classes. He moved in a geeky, thoroughly uncool set, while she was a member of the most popular cliques at school. He had barely had three dates in the last year, and no steady girlfriends, while she maintained a steady succession of boyfriends who (again, if schoolyard buzz could be believed) usually had their way with her. Mark never bothered to defend her from charges of being a slut, because she would undoubtedly be proud of the title. 

If Lara thought he was pathetic because she suspected him of jerking off in front of the computer every night, what the hell would she think if she caught him sniffing their mother’s panties, or spying on her through a peephole in the wall? It didn’t bear thinking about. She’d probably have him arrested.

So Mark lived in a constant state of stress. Deathly fearful of being caught, but terribly anxious not to miss a single moment of his mother’s nudity or her self-caused sexual ecstasy. Oddly enough, he thought he didn’t actually want to have sex with his mother, even if she did give him an instant hard on these days. So far the thought of actually possessing her -- of sliding his cock into her, instead of watching her shadowy movements with the dildo -- made him mentally recoil. That was just too weird. It certainly wasn’t that her body turned him off. Far from it: Melinda Dehner’s generous curves had become the new standard by which Mark judged sexiness in woman. But the idea of sliding into her, face to face, her maternal tits pressed up against him . . . no, it was just too strange to consider. He repeatedly pushed such thoughts from his mind. 

At least I haven’t sunk to those depths, he thought, as he fished a pair of pleasingly damp panties from the bottom of his mother’s hamper.

V.

Melinda Dehner let the terry-cloth bathrobe slip from her shoulders onto the floor, stood before the bathroom mirror, and sighed.

So, she wasn’t a supermodel. That was no news, surely. She had always been a bit heavy in the middle, had always been inclined to pick up weight in her thighs. As a young woman she had made up for these tendencies by having the biggest tits in the bunch. She still had those tits, of course, though she was fighting a losing battle with gravity to keep them aloft and perky. 

No, in her fairest and most unbiased assessment, she was a lot of woman. Some men might call her fat. Other women certainly would. Some men would appreciate the extra curves -- would rejoice in her big ass and her mountains of tit flesh -- though she had to wonder bitterly where those men were keeping themselves.

Abandoning the mirror, she reached in to turn on the hot water tap in her shower, and shivered slightly as she waited for the room to steam up. While she stood there, her sizable, tender nipples stiffened from the damp air; she rubbed at them absently. Nice. Ever so slightly pleasant. She tweaked at one harder, tugged at -- then caught herself doing so, and dropped her hand to her side.

What the hell was with her these days? She felt like she was going sex loco lately -- like she just couldn’t leave herself alone at night. Practically every night it seemed she was playing with herself. What had been an occasional activity, a way of relieving some stress, or of falling asleep at night, had now become a nightly ritual, even an addiction. Had it really been so long since she’d had some real, genuine sex?

She sighed anew as she stepped into the shower, enjoying the rush of the hot water washing over her. Yes, it had. Three years since David had left, and the blessings of regular sex had become forcibly apparent to her. Two years since they had been divorced for good. Over a year-and-a-half since her date with Bess Winthrop’s smutty brother, and their heated (and much too quick) union in a cheap motel room. And that had been more of a caving in than a bout of genuine passion. She had been desperate and drunk that night, and could barely remember what any of their sex had felt like. All she remembered was what an ass he’d been afterward: didn’t call her, had nothing to say when she accidentally bumped into him. Apparently he had gotten what he wanted and was off. Bess had been apologetic, but who the fuck cared about apologies? 

That abortive affair had pretty much poisoned her against other possibilities. Melinda’s other dates (and there hadn’t been many) had all ended sexless. And why shouldn’t they, she thought. She’d rather do herself than let in men who didn’t care a damn about her. Still, a year-and-a-half. At least. It would be so nice, so very nice, to be sharing all this steamy wetness with a loving man. So lovely to reach down amid all this clinging heat to find his hard, dripping cock by her side, entreating entrance. So wonderful to feel him tugging gently at her too sensitive nipples, running his tongue around the aureoles . . .

Damn, she was doing it again! She couldn’t even take a shower without playing with herself! Again, she made herself leave her nipples alone, and tried to concentrate on what she was doing. She needed to get clean, get in bed, get to sleep -- lots of work tomorrow, almost a full day of patients for Dr. Malone. She told herself repeatedly to focus, to get to bed and asleep as soon as possible, that it was late already. Of course, she knew it was no use: as soon as she hit the sheets, she’d be hungering for pleasure again.

In part, she thought as she dropped her robe and climbed between the sheets, all this frustration was due to her proximity to Joe Teicher. He was the new intern at the office, fresh from medical school: young, devilishly handsome in a kind of “boy band” way, and eternally flirtatious. Whether by accident or design, she and Joe had been working closely at the office lately; they’d even had lunch together the week before. All remained proper and respectable between them in the main -- he was, after all, young enough to be her son. In fact he was exactly Denny’s age, she realized with a shock. The same age as her eldest child, and here she was every night, rubbing herself into a frenzy for him.

She couldn’t help it. Melinda found his young, fit body and easy charm to be terribly effective on her sexual organs. Just being around such an obvious and confident stud made her pulse rage sometimes, her knees weaken. Of course, she wouldn’t think of making a move on him, or of responding to a move from him (as if that would happen). His ego was already superabundant, and it made her wince to imagine what he would think of her, rubbing her pussy raw each night from wanting him. 

Still, she thought, as she snapped off her light, her fantasies were her own affair, and he didn’t need to know. As she luxuriated in the cool, clean feel of fresh sheets, Melinda imagined the smiling young man with her now. No, not in the bed. That was too good for him. Just standing beside the bed, naked except for some very white, tight briefs. His muscley arms, his wide chest. That incredible smile, and a heated, hungry look in his eyes. He was watching her, and the front of his briefs was swelling. 

May I join you? he would say, his voice a low rumble.

Do you want to join me, she’d reply, teasingly. 

Very much.

Show me how much.

A flashing white grin, and he’d roll back the briefs. There he was, all of his hardness hanging in the air right next to her.

Mmm. You want to join me quite a bit, I think.

Yes, I do.

Not just yet, Joe. Why don’t you just watch me a while?

Oh yeah . . . Now that would be fun, she thought, giving her nipples a few solid, wrenching tugs in turn. Not letting him just climb on top of her like the selfish prick he was. Just letting him watch her, making him want her. Oh, she was so wet already. Christ, she was sopping. The whole idea was intoxicating: the young, virile, sexy man, forced to just watch her, getting harder and harder. Teasing him. Prolonging his torment. Utterly in control.

Her cheeks heated, her breathing growing quicker, Melinda eased her tits out of their flimsy confines beneath the sheets, allowing her grasping fingers to work their magic uninhibited. Yes, she had such big, lovely, smooth tits. So nice to squeeze and caress.

You’d love to squeeze them, wouldn’t you, Joe?

Damn right I would, Melinda.

I can tell you would. You can touch that if you want to, by the way.

I’d rather you touched it

Mmm, I bet you would. Oh well -- suit yourself.

Yeah. She would rub her tits ever so lovingly, ever so seductively in front of his starving eyes. Eventually he would cave in, would grab his throbbing tool and start stroking it, never taking his eyes off of her. He would want her -- she would make him want her.

Suddenly Melinda wanted to feel this fantasy -- to feel it in every possible way. She thrust the top sheet away from her, felt the cool breath of the night air on her bare breasts. Her nipples, already rock hard, throbbed in appreciation. Joe would be looking at those nipples with his mouth watering, she thought. Smug little fucker.

Just what would he see, she wondered -- if he were here, with her, right now. She reached over and twisted open the blinds of her bedside window, allowing the pale blue moonlight to bathe her body in its glow. Hmm, not bad. The moonlight was far more flattering than the harsh lightbulbs in the bathroom. Her spacious tits and upturned nipples, her thighs beyond, all looked creamy and warm in the blue glow. 

Her fantasy spectator still very much in her head, Melinda found herself getting excited by the sight of her own body in the flattering light. The idea of tormenting the cocksure young stallion seemed much more believable to her now, as she pulled away the rest of the sheet, and sat up to remove her nightgown. There, she thought, as she lay flat again and surveyed herself. Now I look good enough to eat.

You look good enough to eat, baby.

You wish, Joe. You just hold your horses for a while.

Yes, very nice indeed. The pattern of the blinds on her dreamily lit body somehow de-emphasized her imperfections, lessened her flaws. Her waist didn’t look quite so thick to her, her legs were more slender. And her tits! They were sublime -- a man would have to be queer not to want them desperately. 

Melinda’s temperature was now going through the roof. Her pussy ached and throbbed -- she rubbed at it through her panties as she squirmed and wriggled on the bed, enjoying the tempting jiggle of her breasts, savoring the reckless look she imagined in Joe’s eyes, his fingers’ quickening pace on his own swollen tool. 

Oh God . . . Don’t stop, Melinda. Please.

Don’t stop what, dear?

Don’t stop . . . taking it off. Please, I want to see all of you.

Are you sure you can handle it?

Twisting at her left breast with one hand, she used the other to yank at her rapidly dampening panties, easing her butt off the bed slightly to get them off. Now. Yes, she was naked and lovely and desirable in the soft cool glow. Her hips swiveled invitingly against the sheet, her pussy was a dark, swelling mount between the creamy skin. Any man would want her. All men would want her. 

Melinda closed her eyes and rubbed her open palm lightly against her crotch, never ceasing her attentions to her nipples with the other hand. She was silky, warm, wet to the slightest touch. She let one finger slide languorously along her cleft -- that was Joe’s tongue, she was allowing him a taste -- and waves and ripples of pleasure rocked through her. Suddenly her fantasy was splitting in two -- she wanted poor Joe to just watch and want her, but she also wanted him in her, fucking her, making her cum. In her mind she made herself slow down. He was still there beside the bed, stroking his big cock. Yes, she had allowed him one taste but that was all for now. But her fingers quickened -- she rapidly delved two of them deep into herself. She was ovening hot inside, and so wet that her fingers made wonderful squelching sounds each time she withdrew them. 

For a long time, how long it was impossible to tell, Melinda squirmed and gyrated on the bed, her fingers working madly in and out and all around her drenched pussy. Sometimes Joe was still there, watching her frenzy with puppy dog eyes. Other times it was his fingers working her -- his tongue lapping up her flowing juices. She just couldn’t make up her mind, and frankly, she didn’t care by now. It all felt so good. The cool air on her naked body, the bounce of her tits, the romantic moonlight, the dancing pressure of her (his!) fingers. Even the wet spot beneath her ass, growing wetter and wider by the minute. All so damn good.

There was one thing, however, that she could make up her mind about. It was time to be fucked.