0 comments/ 284562 views/ 10 favorites Teasing Me By: Webplaya I was a very horny teenager growing up. Horny, but nervous about girls my own age. I started to have a fascination about older women. I always envisioned any friend of my mother naked. I used to daydream constantly about my neighbors and would always dream up crazy fantasies where they would come on to me. It was the summer after I graduated high school when things started to become more of a reality. Living next door to us was Mrs. Lafferty. She was a mother of three young girls and she was about 37 years old. She had brown curly hair, and a decent body with a nice tan from the Florida sun from which we lived under. She had decent c cup boobs with a respectable ass. Every morning, my parents would leave for work and my sister for school, and I was left alone in the house. One morning at about 8:00, Mrs. Lafferty called asking for my mother. This seemed odd to me because she knew that my mother left before that for work. Well she said that she had borrowed some wallpaper books from my mother and was wondering if she could return them. I said of course and she said she would be right over. Within 10 minutes, I heard the doorbell ring. I went to the door and there was Mrs. Lafferty wearing a bathrobe with her arms full of about 6 wallpaper books. As I was about to grab the books, they suddenly fell out of her hands and crashed to the ground. I knelt down to retrieve them, as did she. She didn't actually kneel, but she squatted, which drew her legs and bathrobe apart. As I was picking up the books, my eyes were drawn to her position where her brown furry bush was peeking out from under her robe. I couldn't believe it. She sat there gathering the books and my eyes were locked on her bush. From the way she was positioned, her pussy was clearly split open and I could see the pink folds peeking out. I was almost in a trance. After she had collected 4 of the books, she looked to me as she was making small talk and noticed the direction of my stare. "Oh my, oops!" And she abruptly stood up. "Excuse me Michael, I forgot about the way I was dressed". I pretended like I didn't know what she was talking about as she handed me the rest of the books and told me to tell my mother thanks. I closed the door and couldn't believe my luck. I had just seen Mrs. Lafferty's pussy. My young dick was instantly hard and within seconds I was stroking to the vision of her pussy. I came in seconds, cleaned up and headed out the door to the gym. I saw her many times over the next few weeks and she acted neighborly as usual. She was always friendly and we would talk about everyday things, mainly if I was ready for college to resume (I was a 19 year old sophomore). It became very uncomfortable for me to talk to her and it felt like she kept catching me stealing peeks at her nice C cup boobs or just envisioning her pussy beneath her shorts. One day I was outside doing yard work with my father. Mrs. Lafferty strolled over and was talking about this and that with my Dad when the subject of spring/summer cleaning came up. She mentioned that her garage was a mess and they had a lot of things to move and get rid of. "With Bob's bad back slowing us down, I was wondering if Michael would be available to help us out? What do you say Michael? How does twenty dollars sound?" Twenty dollars to a 19-year-old kid is decent money so I was more than happy to oblige. "Sure thing Mrs. Lafferty, when do you want me to start?" "How about tomorrow? I have to bring the girls to day camp and should be back around 10am." I was so excited. The next day was Monday, so my parents and her husband would be at work. I was nervous as well because I had to act like a gentleman so she wouldn't run and tell my parents about their perverted son. Since the flashing incident, she had not shown one inkling of a flirtatious manner. I was excited to be alone with her regardless. That night I had to beat off 3 times to finally be able to drift off to sleep. The next day I showed up at 10 o' clock sharp. I soon realized that this was not going to be a stroll in the park as she had a ton of boxes to be moved to the curb. Then she had me reorganizing and stacking box after box. It was tough work, but I worked hard because I wanted to impress her with my strength. She wasn't doing close to as much work as me, but she was still working up good sweat. She had on a pink sleeveless shirt and some khaki shorts. I stole peeks at her every chance I could. She brought out some sandwiches at noon but we kept on working. Finally at about 1 o' clock, we were about done. We were both drenched in sweat from the Florida sun. "Why don't we take a nice dip in the pool to cool off? I don't think anything would feel better right now," she said. "Sounds great. I'll run home and put on my trunks." "Don't be silly, I am not letting your mother wash those filthy clothes. I will wash them and you can wear a pair of Bob's trunks." I wasn't going to argue so into the house we went. She soon came out of the bedroom with a pair of Bob's trunks and said," Go into the bathroom to change and then I will throw your clothes in the wash while we swim." Once in the bathroom, I peeled the dirty clothes off and pulled up Bob's trunks. This guy was big and must have had a 40" waist. That was a lot bigger than my 32". With the trunks tied as tight as I could make them, they still hung low with a little bit of my pubes showing. When I came out of the bathroom, Mrs. Lafferty was waiting in her one piece. Her eyes immediately went straight to my pubic hair peeking out. "The suit looks a little big, but it's O.K., it's just us here." She didn't have the best body in the world, but she looked damn good. Her boobs looked pretty big with a lot of cleavage showing and it looked like her nipples were hard. Her ass looked good and there was a definite "puff" in the front from that big bush. She threw my clothes in the washer and we headed for the pool. As soon as I dove in, I knew I was going to have some trouble. My suit came down to my ankles. I quickly had it back in position before I came up for air. I don't know if she saw. We both floated around and relaxed for a while, but every time I looked at her tits, my dick got a little harder. I wanted so badly to go over and start touching her body, but if she wasn't down with it, she could tell my parents and I would be literally killed by my parents. Soon she got out of the pool to throw my clothes in the dryer and grab us some lemonade. When she was on her way back out the condensation on the glass caused it to slip through her hand and it crashed to the concrete ground. It all happened so fast that her momentum carried her into it and she stepped on it. She shrieked out as the glass sliced the bottom of her toe. She immediately began hopping on one foot and sensing the urgency, I jumped out of the pool to offer my assistance. I got out of the pool so fast that I didn't even notice that my trunks were around my thighs until I reached her. I was embarrassed as my half hard cock was swinging in the wind, but the moment was tense so I just pulled up my shorts and steadied her. "Carry me inside Please!!" She said. I lifted her up and cradled her in my arms and started toward the house. Her body felt so good against mine and my cock was definitely coming to attention. I had a full-fledged boner after a few steps and it was rubbing on the small of her back as I carried her. I brought her to her bedroom and laid her on her bed. She had calmed down considerably by this point now realizing that it wasn't that serious. My dick didn't calm down however. After I laid her down and stood up, I realized the only thing keeping my trunks up was my hard dick. She directed me to get a towel for under her foot as well as some Band-Aids and disinfectant. As I was searching around, I was trying to talk my dick down, but it just wouldn't go. I returned with all the materials and a boner and I was still dripping wet. I propped up her foot and cleaned the cut. It was pretty minor. I couldn't help looking down her leg to her pussy while I tended her foot. Her bathing suit was very snug against her pussy lips with a little hair coming out on both sides. This wasn't helping my dick. She was looking at my dick and I think she was finding it somewhat humorous. I applied a band-aid and the emergency was over. She asked me to keep her foot elevated to stop the bleeding. I held it up and that just spread her pussy more. Her foot being raised also caused her suit to creep into her ass. She now had a clear view of me as both hands were on her foot and my dick was still holding up my shorts. My shorts were slowly starting to slip. I didn't know if I should let my shorts fall down or if I should release her foot and grab my shorts. I held on to her foot and my shorts dropped. I was now very embarrassed and also very excited. My dick had never felt harder and I thought it was going to explode. She just stared at my cock. "Michael, I am so sorry. Don't be embarrassed. Please hold my foot up a little longer. I had no idea that I was causing you to get that way. Do you have a girlfriend that takes care of that for you?" "No. I have never had a girlfriend." "Do you masturbate to make your penis go down?" "Yeah, sometimes." "I feel bad that you got like that from helping me. Why don't you put my foot down and relieve yourself." I put her foot down and started to head to the bathroom. "No Michael. You can do it here. I want to watch you touch it. Is that OK?" I walked to her side and started to stroke my dick. She just stared at me and watched as my hand blazed away. "Will this help you at all?" She said as she lowered her top to reveal an awesome pair of boobs with nipples that must have stuck out almost an inch. I didn't even know that nipples stuck out like that. She started to rub her boobs and pinch her nipples. "Pinch my nipples Mike." I reached out and barely touched her left breast. She put her hand on mine and directed my hand around her chest. I started to pinch her nipples and it was making her body jump a little. That did it. I leaned forward and dropped an explosive load on her chest. I couldn't believe what just happened. I was starting to come back to reality. She reached over and grabbed some Kleenex and wiped up her chest. "Let me clean you off. Come here." I approached her and she reached out for my cock and wiped it clean. Within 30 seconds I had a full-fledged boner again. I wanted more but then she just dropped it and that was that. "Wow, you really had to get that stuff out didn't you? Thank you for carrying me in here and taking care of my foot. I think I will be ok, but would you mind helping me change?" "Sure", I said, as I was still totally naked in her room. The cut was not bad at all and I knew she didn't really need help, but I wanted to stick around as long as possible. She directed me to her dresser drawer and I took out some panties and a bra. I walked back to her bed where she was lying with her one piece around her waist. "Michael, can you help me pull down my suit? I will scoot down towards you." She slid a little down to the foot of the bed where I stood. Spreading her legs, I stepped in between and grabbed the suit on each side of her hips and began to wiggle it down. As her pubic hair came into view I must have had my eyes as wide open as saucers. Her bush was thick brown and actually quite long. As I pulled the suit further down her legs, her legs came together and straightened toward the ceiling. I took the suit over the feet and dropped it on the floor. She rested both of her feet on my shoulders and said, 'It really feels good to have my foot up like this. I hope you don't mind. I hope I am not embarrassing you by sitting like this, but it just feels better." "No that is fine. I will stay like this as long as you would like." I was feeling more comfortable and began to look under her legs and saw those two big lips pressed together. My dick was still pointing towards the ceiling. I didn't know if she knew it so I leaned forward a few times so that it would touch the bottom of her leg. I was a young guy and my dick was no bigger than 6 inches, but that thing got hard at the drop of a hat. I wanted to touch her pussy so bad. I could see a little bit of moisture appearing on the slit. Now this was starting to get to me. She had a simple cut on her foot and she was acting like her foot had been cut off. She must want me I am thinking! I couldn't resist so I stuck out my hand and ran my finger along the slit. "Michael! What are you doing? I understand that this is an awkward position, but you cannot touch me there. I have a husband and that would be cheating. I apologize, if I am being misleading but we simply cannot do that." What was this ladies deal? I jerk off on her chest and now I am holding her naked legs, but I can't touch her pussy? I was confused. As I look back, I realize that she was just a huge tease. I figured the gig was over, so I asked if my clothes were ready to wear home. "Oh, shoot," she said. " I haven't put them in the dryer yet. Let me put an arm around you and we will hop down to the dryer." So I helped her up, put her arm around me and we hopped naked down the hall to the dryer. I still was hard, and as frustrating as this was, I still liked being with my first naked woman. She had to lean over the washer to fish my clothes out and that ripe ass was presented to me again. I leaned in a little bit and my cock brushed her ass and pussy. She just kept digging around but said nothing. She got my clothes and transferred them to the dryer. She was now leaning over the dryer and once again I backed in. I had my cock rubbing the bottom of her pussy but not entering it. Once again, she didn't act like a thing. It was like she was acting like if she couldn't see it, it wasn't happening, therefore it wasn't cheating. I could play it that way. She had to reach up to get dryer sheets and when she came back down, I had my dick pointing straight up. She came right down on the head and began to address the amount of sheets to put in. I slowly started to work my dick in and she spread her legs a bit to allow it. Once I broke the entryway, it slid right in. Oh man did it feel good!! I had never felt such a smooth warm thing in my life. I started to pull it in and out and she acted as if she still didn't even know. She was reading the box and really acting like nothing was happening. This was a totally new feeling for me, and to be honest I was quite unsure with my initial movements. I just kept sliding my dick in and out. She leaned over the washer and placed her elbows on it. I could see those tits with the pencil eraser nipples swaying so I reached out and cupped them. I had both of her nipples between my fingers and I just kept pinching and pulling them. Everything felt so good to me I really was having trouble comprehending what was going on. I put both hands on her hips and really started to piston in and out and she began to bounce back into my thrusts. I looked down and saw her brown hole looking back at me. I had heard about people sticking fingers in their girls asses but it always grossed me out. Now, I wanted in that ass! I started to touch her hole and she really started to move around. After about 5 minutes, I felt this incredible warm rush, so I pulled out and came all over her back like I have never come before. She reached down and handed me a towel to wipe it up. She then walked out to the kitchen, her foot miraculously cured and began to look in the fridge. She acted like it didn't even happen. She didn't say a word. Pretty soon my clothes were dry, and we both got dressed. She thanked me for helping her and handed me twenty dollars. I was very confused, but I grabbed the money and walked home. What a day. She never let me hit it again though. They moved shortly thereafter. Teasing Me First off I'd like to thank everyone for the feedback and likes. I'm new to this and I want to improve so I can better pleasure you all, so please keep the feedbacks and the likes cumming. I love reading them so don't be afraid to write, I won't bite...hard ;) * It is 12:05pm. I am in my car stuck under the third red light in a row, a bit frustrated. Why? Because, you see, these messages we've been exchanging all morning...Waking up this morning to the picture of you lying naked, mischievously smiling, while your right hand rested between your legs. The caption reading: "thinking of you." Leave it to you tease me like this. In my first two morning classes I fought the urge to run home and give myself sweet relief. The endless stream of messages about how much you wanted to fuck me and exactly how much you wanted to eat my pussy. You know how much I love it when you eat me out so you know how torturous it was to read these messages and not have you with me right now. So by the time my second class was over my mind was set on making you pay. You looked puzzled and a bit worried that I was here because I don't make it a habit to visit you at work. I tell you that I have something important I need to discuss with you. Your assistant goes back to her desk and you follow me into your office. As soon as I hear the click of the door closing, I turn around and push you against it. I crush my lips against yours. I let one of my hands run up to your chest until it reaches the mount of your firm breasts and I give a nice squeeze. I let my other hand run down your back until it reach your ass and I give that a firm squeeze as I pull you closer on to me. As my hands are assaulting your body, we begin to kiss deeper. I take your bottom lip between my teeth and give a light tug and you let out the tiniest shriek. I whisper to you that you must be very quiet or else your assistant might hear us, you wordless shake your head. I move closer to your face, our mouths just inches apart. You move closer intending to close the distance between us but I move back. We're doing this on my terms, you've been teasing me all morning and now you have to pay. I am going to dominate you; I'm going to eat that sweet little pussy of yours until you cum all over my tongue. I push you back against the door and began unbuttoning your blouse to expose your black lace bra. The fabric is so thin I can see your little nipples peeking through begging for my attention. I push the fabric out of the way and I can't help but bite my lip as soon as they come to full view. You throw your hand over your mouth as I take your nipple into my mouth to muffle your moans. I love how sensitive your nipples are, I could tease you like this forever because the lusty look on your face and the sounds that you're desperately trying to muffle right now are really turning me on. As my tongue flicks across your nipple, I use my hands to hike up your skirt. I use one hand to massage and squeeze your ass while the other reaches over your soaking wet panties to find that delicious clit of yours. As soon as I touch your clit you let out the loudest moan. I don't let that stop me, I continue assaulting you breasts and began rubbing your clit a little faster. There is a soft knock on the door and it's your assistant asking if everything is okay. Before you can even answer I pick up on my rhythm and begin rubbing your clit faster. You breathlessly tell her that everything is okay. I start rubbing your clit even faster and you whisper that you're about to cum, so I quickly pull away. I see the look of disappointment and annoyance in your face and it's quite amusing really. I give you a little kiss then reach for the sides of your underwear, I pull them down to your ankles and have you step out of them. I take them and put them in my pocket. I reach my hand back down to your exposed little pussy and insert two fingers inside your tight wet little hole. Your pussy feels to fucking fantastic. I began finger fucking you as I stare into your eyes. This is what you fucking get when you tease me like this, you make my pussy so wet and I can't concentrate on anything else other than fucking you and making you cum. You'll get your underwear back tonight because I want to know that you'll walk around all day with no underwear and your pussy soaking wet. Now I want you to sit on my face and ride it until you cum, okay? You shake your head okay and I pull out my two fingers and press them against your lips. Your mouth and tongue hungrily suck your pussy juice off of my fingers. Fuck you have no idea how much it turns me on every time you do that. I lie on the ground and you begin to ease that sexy wet pussy down on my mouth until I finally have you in my mouth. You taste so good and look so fucking sexy touching your breasts that I can't help it anymore I reach down and begin finger fucking myself. Just watching you get so turned on, I began to finger fuck myself faster. You begin grinding against my mouth, your clit rubbing against my nose. Fuck, you're going to make me come. I can't hold back anymore, fuck you're making me cummmm! Just as I reach my orgasm I feel your body tense and your juices begin to overflow. I lap at your pussy enjoying the taste of you and you let out a tiny shudder as I take you clit into my mouth one more time. You stand up and lean against your desk still out of breath. I stand up and smooth out my clothing. I move closer and give you a deep kiss. This is how delicious you taste, baby, I can't wait for seconds tonight. Teasing Mom Some of you reading this will know what it's like to be left high and dry when a partner suddenly leaves you. I know the feelings only too well after my husband of twenty two years took off with a blond, eighteen year old bimbo. First you feel anger. Absolute rage at everyone and everything. I know it's a cliché, but why should this be happening after you've given the man the best years of your life. I felt anger that my twenty year old son, Jason, who understandably didn't want to share his father's new home, had to move with me into a cheap, two bedroom apartment because that's all I could afford. From living in a nice house with all the luxuries I could wish for, we now lived in a horrible part of town, in a place where the walls are paper thin and there isn't even a washing machine. After about six months, after you've gotten used to your new standard of living, the anger goes away. In its place comes despair, depression and a feeling of inadequacy. You feel insignificant and worthless. In my case, the pretty, sexy clothes that I used to wear, remained in my wardrobe. No man would be interested in a forty two year old when there are so many young girls to be had. So around the house, and even when I went out shopping, sweat pants and baggy tops were my new uniform. Make up was no longer necessary, as I had no friends to impress or men to attract. But I still had sexual needs to fulfil. Nothing takes that away. So most nights, before sleep, I would lay on top of the bed in my pokey little bedroom, and pleasure myself with a dildo and vibrator. I had to be quiet though. Like I said, the walls are thin, and my son always seemed to be in his room next door these days. I felt just as sorry for him as I did for myself. He, too, had become withdrawn and quiet. Things began to change for the better six months after the separation from my husband. It came out of the blue one afternoon, as I was tidying my son's bedroom whilst he was at college. On the long wall that divides his room from mine, he had hung a framed picture of his current favourite 'babe', Kylie Minogue. It wasn't hanging properly so I went over to straighten it. As I manoeuvred it around, something behind looked peculiar. I took the picture off its hook to examine further, and what I saw nearly caused me to fall over. It was a hole in the wall. When I had regained my composure, I took a peek through. It was only a small opening, but it gave an almost unlimited view of my own room with a grandstand vision of my bed. I dashed into my bedroom to see where it appeared and try to understand why I hadn't noticed it before now. But even in broad daylight, it took me a few minutes to find it. It was hard to see because it was camouflaged by the pattern of the wallpaper. I sat down on the bed in a state of shock. The realisation hit me that I was being spied upon by my own son. I suddenly thought about my nightly rendezvous with my sex toys. No wonder Jason was always in his room; he was watching his mother masturbate. My initial reaction was of anger. Anger at the pervert son I had brought up. However, that feeling disappeared very quickly. For the last six months I had felt unattractive and ugly. But now a man was interested in me. OK, so the man was my own son. But he must be seeing something he likes or he wouldn't be looking. Very soon I began to feel very excited at the thought of my voyeuristic offspring. I had initially thought about confronting him with my discovery, but now all I wanted was to let him keep his secret. His act of perversion had given me back some self -confidence and I wasn't about to throw it away. So I quickly went back into his room and returned the picture back to the wall the way I had found it. That night, as usual, Jason went to bed before me. As I entered my room, I was filled with a strange, sinful excitement. I had decided to give my son a bit of a show. I had spent the day soaking in the tub. Before Jason had arrived home from college, I had put on some light make up, nothing too trashy, but enough for him to notice the difference in his Mom. Out went the frumpy clothes. That evening I had worn a shortish, black dress, sheer nylon stockings and black high heels. I felt Jason's eyes on me all evening. I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't help myself. I kept inadvertently crossing my legs as I sat on the couch, knowing I was giving my son a good flash of thigh. At around ten o'clock, feeling more horny than I had felt in months, I said I was going to bed. Jason, unusually, had stayed in the living room with me. He followed me along the corridor and we went into our separate rooms together. I normally masturbated in the dark, so Jason had only ever seen me by any moonlight that may have shone into the bedroom. From now on that would be different. So, with the bedside lamp on, I began to remove my dress. With my back to the wall that I knew my son was peering through, I let the dress fall to the floor. As I stepped to one side, I wore only a black bra, matching lace garter belt and French knickers, stockings and heels. Slowly, I turned around to face my invisible son. Teasingly, my hands came up to my breasts and nimbly undid the front fastening of my bra. As the hook came apart, I slowly exposed my heavy, naked orbs. I am only five two, even in four inch heels, but I am slim around the waist and top heavy, if you know what I mean. I cupped my tits and began to fondle them. I brought one up to my face and began to lick around the hardening nipple and its dark surrounding circle. Then, I sat down on the bed and swung my legs up so that I lay flat on top. I reached into the drawer of the bedside table and took out my sex toys. Keeping the leg straight that was nearest to the wall that my son was peering through, I bent my other at the knee, so that my shoe was flat on the bed. My knickers were loose fitting, so I gently pulled the gusset to one side and began to explore my pussy with my fingers. Wow, I was already so wet down there. I rubbed my clitoris furiously with the knuckle of my right thumb. In the past, I had stopped myself from making any noise so as not to attract my son's attention. But now that I knew he was ogling me through the hole in the wall, I wanted him to both see and hear his mom in the throes of ecstasy. I groaned as the tingly sensation coursed around my loins. After a couple of minutes of frigging myself, I reached over and dipped the helmet of the eight inch rubber phallus into a jar of lubrication that I keep on the bedside table. With my legs spread, I brought it up to my pussy. Holding on to it where the balls would be on a real dick, I toyed with it around my clit. Then, when I couldn't stand it any longer, I forced it into my gaping hole. I gasped as it spread my womanhood apart and penetrated up to my womb, its oversize proportions being bigger than any man who had ever fucked me. I pulled it back until it almost came out of me, then rammed it back in all the way to where my hands held onto it. I got a slow rhythm going and was soon moaning loudly in pleasure. I turned my face towards the hole in the wall that Jason was peeping through, and gave it a dreamy stare. In the space of twelve hours I had turned myself into a sexual exhibitionist. I was working myself into a lather just thinking about how naughty it was performing in this way for my own son. I had unwittingly increased the speed of the dildo and realised I was close to orgasm. So, fucking myself with that in my right hand, I took hold of the vibrator in my left. As I switched it on, the familiar buzzing reassured me that I would be climbing the walls very shortly. I placed its throbbing tip onto my clitoris and immediately went into convulsive, loud thrashing motions. As my senses reached their crescendo, I let all inhibitions go, and cried out in shouts of pure delight. I fucked myself until I was sure I had completely come, and then slowly started to drop the tempo. The dildo plopped out of my pussy as I lay on the bed breathing heavily. I couldn't be sure, but I thought that I had heard similar noises coming from my son's room. Just in case he had more to give himself, before I got into bed, I gave Jason a nice view of me seductively peeling off my stockings. Over the course of the next few weeks, I treated my son to this performance almost every night. It was the thrill of doing something that I shouldn't, something that is taboo in almost every society, that really turned me on. Being spied upon is only exciting if you know you're being spied upon. That my own flesh and blood was fantasising over his mother was tremendously stimulating to my erotic thoughts. Other things changed after that first night's show. Firstly, I began to get back some of my old self-confidence. Secondly, my relationship with Jason became a bit more touchy feely. I had abandoned my bag lady image completely and returned to wearing clothes that showed off my body. Even at home, I always wore make up and high heels. I think my son had become aware that I knew he was peeping at me, and I think that he knew that I enjoyed teasing him. As a result, we became physically closer; touching each other on the arm or shoulder more frequently than ever before. At that stage I was still aroused by the naughtiness of it all, and especially of the feigned secrecy on both sides. But I hadn't really given much thought to how it would develop, or whether I would be prepared to go all the way with him. The monthly cheques from my ex kept Jason and I in food and shelter. So, after finishing the daily housework, there was nothing much for me to do except watch TV or daydream. It was during a bout of this that I began to worry that my son might be getting tired of seeing his mom just masturbating every night. I had become hooked on his secret attentions and couldn't bear to think of him ever not wanting to spy on me anymore. I had to do something new to keep his interest up. The answer was so obvious, that it took me a whole week to find it; I needed a man. My husband had always been trying to get me to have sex with him and any other man (he wasn't fussy who), saying that it is the biggest turn on in the world to see another guy fuck your wife. I therefore assumed that a son would also like to see his mom being screwed by another. But what would really turn him on, I thought, would be for him to see me having dirty sex. By that I mean filthy, degrading sex. I imagined my son spying through the hole as I was fucked by a vagrant, or by a really old man, or maybe gang raped by two black guys. For the following few days I tried to think about how I could put these ideas into action. In fact, the thought of lowering myself to some of the thoughts I was having was really beginning to get my own juices flowing. Like everything else that had happened to me recently, the solution came suddenly out of the blue one sunny, yet cold afternoon in the self-service laundry. I have to go there once a week because, like I said, we don't have a washing machine in the apartment. Almost every week, I see this old tramp in there keeping warm. He's quiet and no trouble to anyone, but right from the first time I saw him, I could see that he liked to leer at the women in there. He had never looked at me whilst I was going through my drab phase, but now that I had smartened myself up, I had felt his eyes upon me all the time. I had made up a plan in my mind. As I carried the washing the three blocks to the laundry, I was praying he would be there today. It was quite a big self-service laundry, and surprisingly, today it was deserted. My heart sank as I went to the washers and began to read one of the month old magazines that the proprietor supplies. I turned around hopefully, as the door opened suddenly, but it was only another housewife with the weekly wash. She sat down next to me just as my cycle finished. I pulled the clothes out of the machine and into a basket, and carried them over to the dryers. As I turned into the aisle that had the machines on the right wall and a bench of seats opposite, my deflated spirits rose. There, quietly dozing at the very end was the vagrant I had hoped to see. He woke up when he saw me and gave me a long, unashamed leer. I wasn't surprised; I had dressed especially for that reaction. It was a bitterly cold day, which explained why the tramp was sitting in the warmest part of the room, and I had worn a long overcoat. But as I slowly and deliberately walked past all the empty dryers that were furthest away from him, in order to place my clothes in the one nearest to him, I let my topcoat swing open to reveal my clothes underneath. I was wearing a tight, white, see through blouse over a white, lace, half cup bra, a very short, black mini-skirt, barely black hold-ups and black patent, high-heeled ankle strap sandals. After placing the money in the slot, I turned and took a seat on the bench not a foot away from the old dosser. As my coat fell open, I crossed my nylon covered legs towards him. He said not a word, but I could feel his eyes burning my thighs as he brazenly stared at them. After a minute, I turned to give him a smile, but his glare never left my limbs. It gave me the chance to look at him closely. I guessed he was about sixty years' old, scrawny and dirty. His long nails were black and his clothes were tattered and stained. A year ago, if you told me I would soon be trying to seduce a piece of shit like this, I would have laughed in your face. But now, with the thought of my son watching me being abused by this down and out, I was in a state of high arousal. As I let my skirt ride up a little, I knew that the tramp could see the bare flesh of my thighs above the hold-ups. His pants were big and baggy, but he made no effort to hide the movements of his right hand as he fondled his private parts through his pocket. Behaving like a wanton slut was so nice and naughty. I knew what I had to do, so after about ten minutes, I got up to place my dried clothes in the black sack I had brought them in. As I emptied the dryer, I let a pair of my skimpiest panties fall to the floor and pretended not to notice. I turned to leave and hoped that my deliberate carelessness and feigned struggle with the washing bag would achieve the result I had planned. With heart in mouth, I started to walk slowly away. I had taken only three paces when I heard the tramp's voice calling to me. 'Hey, lady. You dropped these.' I turned slowly. The vagrant was now standing, and holding the panties up to his waist as though modelling them. 'They're very nice.' he said, with a leering, almost toothless, grin. 'Thank you so much', I began, in a whimpering, girlie type voice. 'I'm so clumsy. I'm always dropping my panties.' The double entendre was not lost upon my dirty, old admirer. 'I'll bet you are, lady', he said. It was now or never for me, so I took courage and made him my offer. 'Look, I've got to carry this bag of washing about three blocks. It's terribly heavy. My son carried it here for me but he's gone back to the apartment that just the two of us live in. If you'd be so kind as to carry it home for me, I'm sure I could think of some way of thanking you.' I pleaded. I couldn't have made my invitation any more explicit without actually asking him to fuck me. 'You sure this boy of yours won't be upset at you being helped by me?', he asked. 'No, not at all. In fact, he'll be pleased. And he would insist that I thank you properly.' I reassured him. The old vagrant rubbed his unshaven chin as if in deep contemplation. I helped him reach the conclusion I wanted, by letting my overcoat open up and reveal my partly exposed breasts and nylon covered legs. I had placed the bag of clothes at my feet, and now the wizened tramp was slowly bending down to pick it up. As he did so, he took the opportunity to examine my body. When he stood upright, a good foot taller than me, he said: 'OK lady, after you.' We walked silently back to my apartment. I knew Jason would be home by now. I was so wet already at the thought of offering myself to this piece of crud and being spied upon by my son. I entered the living room first and said hello to Jason who was sitting on the couch watching TV. I had taken off my coat in the hallway, and could see by the look on my son's face that he was excited to see the way his mother was dressed. His expression became even more obvious when he saw the tramp follow me in. 'This is my son, Jason', I said to the vagrant, who gave a slight nod of his head in my son's direction. 'Jason, this gentleman kindly offered to carry the washing home for me. I'm just going to take him into the bedroom and show him where things go.' On saying this, I sauntered into the corridor that led to the bedrooms and the old man followed eagerly. We went into my bedroom and I told him to put the washing on the floor and to close the door. The tramp did as I instructed and turned back to face me. I had moved already to the side of the bed. I don't think I had ever been so sexually aroused as I said: 'I think I know how you would like me to repay you for your service' The vagrant began to rub his groin as my hands went up and began to unfasten the buttons of my blouse. As I pulled it out of my skirt and let it fall off my shoulders to the floor, revealing my dainty, white half-cup bra, I heard the almost imperceptible sound of Jason's bedroom door being closed. I knew that my son was now watching me. Slowly, I unfastened the zip on the mini-skirt. After I had stepped out of it, I moved towards the old guy, now wearing just the bra, black thongs, hold-ups and heels. I stood in front of him, just about a foot away, and craned my neck to look up into his eyes. As I sensuously licked my crimson lips, he put out his filthy hands to touch my breasts. I held them off and told him there had to be some ground rules set first. I spoke loudly enough for Jason to be able to hear every word next door. I told the vagrant that this was the one and only time he would have me. I said that he had exactly one hour to do whatever he liked and then he would have to leave. As a final command, I told him that there would be no mouth to mouth kissing. As my eyes wandered down his skinny body towards his groin, I saw the throbbing bulge enclosed within his stained pants. I reached out my left hand to fondle it. 'Oh, you're ready for this, aren't you, old man.' I said admiringly. His whole body stiffened as I rubbed my hand along the entire length of his shaft. 'You want me to shower first, lady?' he enquired. As I walked back to the bed and lay down, invitingly, I told him that if I'd wanted a clean man I would have chosen one. Then, looking at the bedside alarm clock, I advised him that his hour had just begun. The old tramp lost no time in peeling off his raincoat and tattered shirt. After he'd kicked off his boots, he undid the belt that held his baggy trousers around his waist. When they fell to the floor, leaving him completely naked, I saw, at last, the body of the man who would soon be abusing me. He was skinny as a rake, and this only served to make his swollen, vertical penis look even bigger than it actually was. His back was hunched, and apart from a thick bush of red pubic hair, he had not another on his body. He walked to the side of the bed and hovered over me. His skin was wrinkled and grimy. I put my right hand up to his prick. The old man gasped as I pulled back his foreskin. Underneath, his helmet was covered in the white cheesy remnants of previous masturbations. Under normal circumstances, I would have been disgusted at what I was about to let this piece of human garbage do to me. But, I hadn't had a real prick in me for so long, and, knowing that my son was watching his mom getting fucked by this old guy, I was just so very horny. I continued to give the tramp a couple more pulls before I looked into his eyes and told him that I wanted him to fuck me. Teasing Mom 1¾ ( Part One ) It was three weeks before the fall break of my first semester in college and I had great plans. I'd arranged to go as a ski instructor to Aspen, and man was I looking forward to it! Weeks and weeks of free skiing and slopes full of buff chicks to impress. But then, about ten days before I was about to pack up and go I got my grades. Ouch. At first I was thinking about going anyway. Maybe I'd be able to get through all the extra study in the evenings or something. But deep down I knew it wouldn't happen that way, things never did. I also knew that I was only one more screw up away from losing my scholarship, and I wasn't going to let that happen. A lifetime at flipping burgers didn't appeal to me then any more than it does now. So that's how the most disappointed freshman in Berkeley wound up loading his beetle with textbooks instead of ski's and driving back home to spend the vacations with mom. I gotta say that, cool independent dude though I thought I was at nineteen, it was good to get back to the old nest. Mom met me at the door with a kiss and the biggest hug I'd gotten since I'd been about six. As I snuggled up to her, enjoying the smell of that shampoo she always used, I noticed for the first time how small she seemed. With the top of her head snug under my chin she fit against my body just as neatly as Jody, my last girlfriend had done. Maybe it was that association that led to what happened next. Or maybe it was just that I was dog tired after a long drive, wasn't thinking straight. I don't know. But standing there on the porch, bathed in afternoon sunlight, I slid my left hand down the small of my moms back and cupped the soft globe of her ass. I weighed it in my hand, enjoying the feel of plump roundness through the thin cotton of her dress, and was about to give it a loving squeeze when I suddenly remembered who it was I was snuggled up against here. Suddenly my heartbeat jumped into a gallop and I could feel a heavy blush coloring my face. Thank God she hadn't noticed what I'd been doing. I couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would've been if she'd pulled away, hell, even slapped me like that girl in Austen. I let go of her and quickly picked up my tote bag to hide the bulge she'd started in my jeans. 'I'd better go and get a shower.' I mumbled, edging around her to the stairs. Glancing down I couldn't help noticing how skimpy her dress was. Even in the warmth of the afternoon I could see the twin olives of her nipples outlined by the thin material. I really had been lucky that she'd been too excited to notice me groping her ass! 'OK, Hon ' She smiled, oblivious to the hard on that was now straining against my zipper ' Go get a shower. Lunch'll be about half an hour.' 'Thanks Mom. I'll be right down.' I said and stumbled upstairs. Dropping my bag on the landing I lurched into the bathroom, unbuttoning my jeans as the door swung closed. I couldn't believe how turned on that brief feel had left me. As I absent mindedly pulled the skin back from the velvet head of my dick I felt almost ready to cum then and there. 'For Gods sake.' I whispered to the mirror ' It's your Mom.' The thought, meant to cool me off, had quite the opposite effect. As I thought of her loving face, beautiful despite the first fine lines of her forties, and the soft abundance of her bra-less tits pressed against me, and the heavy weight of her buttock in my hand I knew that I was going to have to jerk off. I lent back against the bathroom wall, cupped my balls with my left hand and slowly began stroking myself with the right, all the while picturing my mom. Eyes closed I re-lived the moment when I'd fondled her ass. I wished I had squeezed it. I wished I'd done more, maybe ran one finger down the deep cleft between her cheeks to the warmth that nestled between her legs. I wondered if she smelled of shampoo down there too. I wondered how wet she'd be. I wondered... The door swung open. 'I brought you some fresh... oh. ' Mom trailed off, her eyes dropping to watch my fingers shuttling back and forth over my straining erection. For a split second I carried on, still rapt in fantasy, then, with a feeling of absolute horror, I realized that I was masturbating in front of my mother. And that's when I came. I couldn't help it. Even as I watched Mom's face, her mouth open in shock and her cheeks flushing furiously, I could feel jet after jet of cum pumping out of me. Even in the bliss of ejaculation I could hear it splattering onto mom's spotlessly clean bathroom tiles. And all the while she just stood and stared, her eyes locked onto my jerking dick as if mesmerized. When I'd finished we both just stood in silence, the only sound the hammering of my heart and mom's hoarse breathing. She still couldn't seem to tear her gaze away from my wilting manhood so, moving in an agony of embarrassment, I stooped to pull my jeans up. I fumbled uselessly at the button, tears of shame stinging my cheeks. This was it. I'd have to move out, get a place of my own. 'Mom,' I began, wishing that she would meet my eyes but dreading it too. ' I'm sorry.' Now she was regarding the globules of cum that glistened like evil pearls on the floor. Moving slowly as if in some sort of trance, mom knelt down, her head level with my navel, and dipped her neatly manicured fingertips into the mess. For a moment she rubbed it between thumb and forefinger, as if examining the texture. Abruptly, she stood up and turned to me. 'Well.' She said, surprising me with the warmth of amusement her voice carried as she playfully wagged a cum slicked digit at me ' You have gotten to be a big boy, haven't you?' And with that mom raised the slimy fingertip to her full lips, took a quick, hesitant sniff, and then popped it into her mouth. I watched astounded as she began to suck, her cheeks bellowing in and out as she greedily slurped her finger clean. Then, her warm hazel eyes still smiling into mine, she replaced it with her thumb. 'Mmmmmmmm' mom sighed, sticking out her tongue to give the shaft of her thumb one final lick ' I haven't tasted that in a long time. Now, be sure to clean up before you come down, won't you?' I stood speechlessly as she lent forward, gave me a quick peck on the cheek then left, closing the door gently behind her. After a moment I roused myself, squidgeed the bathroom floor, took a shower and went down to lunch. It was meatloaf. My favorite. Teasing Mom 2 For the next couple of days I hit the books hard, trying to blot out the confusion moms strange behavior had caused. But every time I tried to concentrate on jurisprudence, or tort, or anything else I found my mind turning back to those few seconds in the bathroom. Neither of us had mentioned the incident since, and sometimes I wondered if it had really happened. Perhaps it had just been a misremembered dream or a particularly vivid fantasy. I had been smoking quite a bit of pot recently. Then I'd remember the way mom's breathing had grown hot and urgent as she'd ogled my straining dick. I'd remember the way she'd knelt in front of me, cheeks burning as she squatted down in supplication. Most of all I'd remember the way she'd greedily sucked her fingers clean of my cum, eyes closed in hungry pleasure. In the evening concentration was even more difficult. Mom always got home from the office at about six, same as she always had. Then she'd take a quick shower before coming down to the kitchen to start dinner. I would sit at the table, books open whilst she bustled about with the pots and pans. On the surface this was nothing new, just the same routine as always. On the surface. The differences were there, though. First off mom's house clothes had changed. Time was she'd wear an ankle length terry robe to cook in, or maybe an old pair of paint splattered dungarees. Now she favored a kind of long linen night shirt, something I'd never seen her wear before. The rough material was thin enough to cling to the damp curves of her body, and where it stuck I could detect the light pink flush of naked flesh beneath. I grew to love that night shirt. However much she moved, and however closely it moulded itself onto the warm wetness of her body, it never came more than half way down her thighs. I could see that mom's thighs were perfectly smooth, the plumpness of that creamy flesh cleanly waxed, and my palms sweated with the desire to touch. Every night she'd pad into the kitchen, bare feet thumping on the floorboards, and my eyes would slide up from her naked legs to the jostle of her buttocks. The weight of those twin orbs was also smooth, unbroken by any panty line. I'd watch the line of her spine disappear down into the cleft of her ass as she bent over the counter, or watch her cheeks flatten and broaden as she knelt down to rummage through the fridge. This would stretch the night shirt so tight that, when she rocked forward, I sometimes imagined that I could make out the tight pucker of her asshole winking up at me from beneath the cloth. Later she'd lean over the table to lay our places, her heavy breasts swinging forward to strain against the flimsy material that bound them. At times mom's nipples, hard and erect against the rough cloth, were thrust almost into my face. I'd watch the dark hint of her swollen aureoles through the linen, and give thanks for the polished pinewood that hid the agonizing hardness of my desire. Sometimes, inevitably, she would catch me watching the drop of her breasts or the shape of her buttocks. Once, arms held high above her head to stretch, she'd even caught me gazing at the plump triangle of flesh that her grinding hips had thrust out. Yet she didn't seem to mind the attention. In fact it seemed to amuse her. She'd give me a brief, knowing smile and I'd drop my eyes hastily, trying not to blush, fighting the urge to bolt upstairs and relieve the almost unbearable pressure of my erection. On the third day I couldn't take it any more. Whilst watching the pizzas bake mom had turned a chair back to front and straddled it. Even from behind I could see how tight she was pressing herself up against the carved oak of the chair's back, her left breast bulging outwards from beneath her shoulder in a high half moon. Meanwhile her legs were splayed wide open, lifting the hem of her night shirt high enough to reveal a handful of plump, rounded hip. In fact the bunched material barely covered the backward thrust of her buttocks. Then she shifted, twisting herself into a more comfortable position, and as she did so the shirt rode even higher. I watched spell bound as mom exposed the slope of one pale cheek, the curve of flesh darkening as it slid down to become the flushed underside of her ass. By now my dick felt hard enough to explode. I'd even begun to stand when, with slow, powerful movements, mom started to roll her hips. Her cheeks clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed as she unselfconsciously and quite blatantly began grinding her pudenda into the hard ridge of the seat. Gradually the movement grew more insistent. Her breathing became shallower, faster, and then... then she hesitated. For a moment I thought she'd stopped, maybe remembered that her son was only three feet away. But no. I watched as with a slow, luxurious stretch she bent her knees, lifted her feet from the floor and placed them on the cross bar between the chair's legs. Legs now bent double she squatted down upon her mount and began to ride it in earnest. For a moment I listened to the squeak of the joints as she rubbed herself back and forth. The, unable to bear it any longer, I spoke. 'Mom.' I choked ' Don't you know what you're doing to me?' She stopped her movement and looked back over her shoulder at me, her eyebrows raised in puzzlement. 'What do you mean, honey?' She asked quizzically, a curious smile making a bow of her generous lips. 'With the chair and the night shirt... ' I muttered before trailing off in a heat of embarrassment 'Nothing.' For a moment she held me squirming beneath the innocence of her gaze. Then that warm, knowing look broke through. 'Oh.' She said, as if realizing it for the first time ' Your getting hard again aren't you?' I tried to say something, but all that came out was a kind of strangled gulp. Her smile grew broader. 'I'm sorry, honey.' Her voice was both warm and mocking ' I didn't know you liked to watch me. After all, I am your mother.' Still unable to speak, hell, hardly even able to breath, all I could do was sit and watch as she swiveled around on her chair and stood up to face me. For a moment the damp linen of mom's night shirt clung to the top of her thighs, moulding itself onto the moist bulge of her sex. Her hand strayed down to stroke herself there as she approached and suddenly the heavy musk of her arousal washed over me. I took a deep, rasping breath and tried to tear my gaze away as she drew nearer. But try as I might my eyes remained locked on that clearly defined mound until she stood over me, so close that I could have leant forward and tasted her. 'Do you like looking at me?' She asked, leaning forward to display the droop of her generous breasts. Once more I remained mute but, undeterred, she ran a hand through my hair and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. 'You can tell me. I don't mind.' And with that she slid her hand down from my head, dragged her nails lightly over my chest and rested her palm on my stomach. Then, without the slightest warning, she thrust her hand between my legs and grasped my swollen balls. 'Yes' I finally blurted out, shocked into speech ' Yes. I can't help it.' 'Mmmm.' Mom nodded, giving my balls a gentle squeeze as I squirmed in pleasure ' I can feel that. And do you think about me when you touch yourself?' 'Mom.' I began ' Please... ' 'Just answer the question.' She demanded, impatiently tightening her grip. I winced at the flare of pain and decided to tell the truth. 'Ok, yes, sure. Every day.' Her grip relaxed slightly. 'Were you thinking about me when I caught you in the bathroom?' 'Yes.' I muttered, opening my legs and pushing myself harder into her palm. I couldn't help it. She ran the pink tip of her tongue along her lips and that slow smile was back. For a moment we stayed like that, mom fondling me as I ogled her succulent breasts. The oven pinged and switched itself off. We ignored it. 'Would you like to see me naked?'. 'Sure.' The answer popped out before I'd even thought about it. 'OK then.' And with that mom reached down to the hem of her night shirt and slowly pulled it upwards. I could here the soft rasping of cotton over skin above the wild drum beat of my own heart, and as the hem whispered up and over the furry mound of her pussy I realized that I was actually drooling. I swallowed, hardly able to blink as the wide, white half moons of Mom's hips were revealed, then the dimple of her belly button snug in the white flesh of her stomach, then, finally the heavy beauty of her breasts. They were magnificent. Perfectly symmetrical they'd remained high and firm despite their size, twin globes of pure white surmounted by honey brown aureoles. Her nipples had become so hard and erect beneath my hungry gaze that mom's night shirt caught on them as she lifted it over her head, tugging them playfully upwards. Once again I swallowed. 'There.' Mom said, dropping her nightshirt and putting her hands on her hips. She rolled them from side to side playfully and thrust the dark mound of her pudenda towards me. The thick pelt that thatched her pussy shone as darkly as mink beneath the kitchen fluorescents. 'Do you like looking at mommy's pussy?' She asked, stepping forward so that she straddled my leg. I nodded dumbly. 'And would you like to taste it?' She wondered, running her hands through my hair. 'Yes.' I whispered and, unable to restrain myself any longer I thrust my head forward. Burying my face in the heat of her crotch I licked through her curls to the plump lips beneath. I felt mom tilt herself upwards, giving me fuller access to her sex, and dropped to my knees. 'You dirty boy.' She husked as I reached around to seize her buttocks. They were fat and heavy in my hands, and I squeezed them before lifting them apart. 'Oh, you dirty boy.' She repeated as I ran my tongue from the wetness of her pussy to the tight little ring of her anus ' That's right, lick mommy's ass hole.' I began to slobber as I tongued her, licking and sucking at the musky flesh between mom's legs. I felt the first shudder o an approaching orgasm ripple through her and suddenly knew, just knew, that I had to fuck her. Without giving her a chance to argue I scrambled to my feet and seized her by the hips. Ignoring her frustrated protests I turned her around and pushed her face down onto the table. 'What are you doing?' She asked, craning her neck to look at me. I heard a note of genuine surprise in her voice, but was to far gone to pay it much heed. 'I'm going to fuck you.' I replied, my voice thick and heavy. 'No. Oh no.' She decided and squirmed beneath the restraining hand I'd placed on the small of her back. ' we can't do that. I 'm your mom!' But it was too late. I'd already reached between her legs to splay the plump lips of her pussy wide open and, even as she struggled, I pushed my cock deep inside of her. 'Ooh please no.' She screamed ' Oh no. Oooooooooooooooooo.... ' And then I felt her cum, felt her muscles tightening around my cock as I pumped it into her, felt her writhing around beneath me like some sort of wild animal. It was too much for me. With a sudden gasp of pleasure I erupted, filling mom's pussy with an explosion of my seed. For a while afterwards we lay sprawled, mom on the table, me on the chair. Time passed. Eventually, mom picked herself up and, still naked and slicked with cum, finished preparing dinner.