Hot peeping wife

CHAPTER FIVE

Jeannie was in a divided mind about what she had witnessed. At first, she had been too hot and excited to think much about it, beyond the purely physical needs of her body and the visual thrill she had seen, but after the girl had cooled her cunt down with a couple of hand jobs, she was able to consider more carefully.

In one way, she was shocked and scandalized. Her mother was not only a cock sucker but, far worse, she sucked random cocks, so she was unfaithful, as well. It was a terrible thing to discover, and she felt that she should be disgusted by the knowledge. And yet, it hadn't rally affected her that way, at all.

Quite the opposite, in fact! The sight of her mother sucking the carpenter's cock had made the teenaged girl hungry for the same mouthful of cock. Both his cock and his cum had looked so yummy that her mouth was watering for a taste.

These considerations were all mixed up with the mystery of the spy holes.

She could only deduce one possible purpose. Her mother, at least, and most likely her father, as well, must be perverts who got their jollies by watching other people fuck. What were they called? Voyeurs, she thought. Yes, that was it. Imagine, finding out that your parents were kinky that way!

Yet, again, she could not feel the sense of disgust and outrage that she felt proper under the circumstances, for she had enjoyed looking through that hole, herself. How could she be upset at her mother and father for doing a thing that she, herself, had done?

It was all too confusing.

But one thing was perfectly clear in her mind.

Jeannie was absolutely determined that she was going to suck on a cock the very first opportunity she had. She recalled again how her mother's red lips had pulled and dragged on that fat prick knob and up that thick, veined cock stalk – how her nimble tongue had flared and flashed, laving and licking – how the man's cum had bubbled out. Although she had taken care of her cunt with her hands, her lips and tongue still yearned for a taste of prick.

Who, where and how? She wondered.

She thought of Ronny Parker, the guy she had jerked off some weeks ago. His prick was big, hard and potent. When she tossed him off, he shot plenty of that tasty-looking stuff out, in creamy loops and foaming coils. She knew for a fact that she would get a satisfying drink of cum out of his cock.

So that was who.

Where?

Not at the motel, that was certain. If her parents were truly voyeurs, there was no telling when they might be spying on a cock sucking daughter. Ronny didn't have a car. It wouldn't be private enough in the movie theatre. Why, of course!

The apartment!

The Jeffersons were living at the motel now. As managers, they had to, of course. But they still owned the high-rise apartment in town, and Jeannie still had her key! Why, it would be ideal. It would be just as if she were a grown up woman, inviting a man around to her own apartment to get his cock and balls well sucked and milked dry!

So now she knew who and where!

She didn't have to worry about how.

Jeannie knew exactly how to go about sucking a cock because she had watched her mother do it!

Jeannie hurried through the rest of her cleaning duties, put the cart in the storeroom and went into the office, looking as innocent as a girl could. All the while, she had thoughts of hard pricks in her fevered mind. There was no one at the desk. She wondered why. Then her mother and father came out from the living quarters at the back, and from the flushed and contented looks on their faces, Jeannie had a pretty good idea of what they had been doing. Did her dad know about the carpenter? It was hard to say. Who could tell, with perverts like her parents?

Jeannie said: "I've finished all the units, now. Will it be okay if I go down to the malt shop for a drink?" A nice, hot, creamy drink, she mentally added, just like you just had, Mom.

"Sure, honey," Marlene said.

Marlene smiled, and Jeannie looked at her lips, but all traces of cum were gone from them now.

"Won't be long." Jeannie said.

But plenty long enough to fill my mouth, she thought.

The horny girl left the office.

Marlene and Carl waited, hoping that some sexy young couple might check into the hotel for an afternoon fuck in the special room. They were pleased that Jeannie had gone out. The girl might wonder why they had both rushed down to one of the empty units.

They would not have expected their daughter to understand about such things.

Jeannie telephoned Ronny Parker from the telephone box down the road. The phone rang a few times, and she began to feel disappointed, thinking he was not at home. She was starting to think about other boys, wondering which of them would appreciate an unexpected blow job the most and which would produce the biggest cock and the most cum-filled balls.

But then Ronny answered. He sounded out of breath. "Hi, this is Jeannie," she said brightly. "Hello, Jeannie."

"Hop I didn't interrupt anything."

"Nothing much," the boy said, still puffing a little.

In fact, the telephone call had caught him in the middle of a hand job. He had been looking at the glossy centerfold of a magazine and pulling on his prick as he fantasized about the naked model. When the phone rang, he had been tempted to let it go unanswered because he hated to halt a hand job in the middle. But the thrill had not yet started to grip his prick, and he decided to see who was on the phone, figuring that he could always finish jacking off afterwards.

Now that he realized it was Jeannie Jefferson, who had jerked him off once, he was pleased that he had not pulled his own spunk out – just in case.

"I wondered if you might like to stop around this afternoon, Ronny. I haven't seen you in awhile," Jeannie said.

The boy's hopes soared, as did his prick.

"Sure thing," he said.

"You know where I live, don't you?"

"I thought you had moved to a motel or something."

"Well, yes. My parents are there now. But we still have the apartment, so I'll be there alone, Ronny." Her tone was openly suggestive. She giggled. "We can play records or something."

"I'll be right over!" he said.

"See you soon, Ronny," she said, and her lips made a smacking sound over the phone. Runny thought she was promising him a kiss. Had he been able to see the way her lips had pursed up, he might have had a different idea of what that moist sound promised – and he would have been right.

Ronny had some trouble getting his cock back in his pants.

His prick was hard as a crowbar, and he had to lever it in. Poor cock, he thought. He had jerked hard on it, exciting it, and now he was stuffing it back in his pants.

But he had every hope that Jeannie would empty his prick as she had once before. He supposed that they would neck and pet and she would let him play with her tits a while, then she would jack him off.

He didn't dare expect more.

Jeannie left the telephone booth and stood at the curb to hail a taxi. She felt very grown up, doing this – a woman taking a cab to meet her lover! And she wanted to get to the apartment quickly, too, so that she would have time to change her clothing. Her maid's uniform was kind of sexy, but she wanted to wear something really erotic to greet Ronny in.

A taxi pulled over.

Jeannie, on a whim, slid into the passenger seat up front, letting the driver get a good look at a lot of leg as the silky skirt rode high up her thighs. He wasn't bad looking and not too old, and the naughty girl was thinking that blowing cab drivers wasn't any worse than blowing carpenters. If she wasn't meeting Ronny – but she was.

The cab driver had to go without – but not being a mind reader, he never knew what he had missed.

The cab pulled up in front of the apartment building. Jeannie paid the driver and got out. She was pleased to see that the cab stayed at the curb as she went up the stone steps between the chipped stone lions, knowing that the driver was getting a last look at her ass and shapely legs as she ascended.

She entered the hallway and took the elevator up to the proper floor. She had let a boy grope her tits once, in that elevator, when he had walked her home from school. It had seemed very thrilling and naughty at the time. But now, with her mind absolutely made up to suck a prick, it seemed no more than adolescent foolery.

She gave her pussy a squeeze to celebrate that memory, nevertheless. The elevator I wheezed to a stop, and Jeannie got out and went down the hallway. There was no one around. That was just as well. She didn't want her mother or father to hear that she had been at the apartment. They might start to wonder why.

She let herself into the apartment.

It was still fully furnished, and the Jeffersons had left most of their personal possessions there. At the time it had seemed, to Jeannie, that they were uncertain about managing the motel and did not want to burn any bridges behind them. Now she guessed that was not the case, at all. Rather, they were probably only intending to manage the motel for a short time until they had got their kinky spying desires satisfied.

Jeannie went to her own room and began to go through her drawers and closets, looking for her sexiest garments. Soon she became annoyed and frustrated. Most of her things were not very sexy at all. She had been a bit of a tomboy up until the year before, dressing mostly in jeans and sports clothes. Although a pair of tight-fitting jeans was certainly sexy molded to her trim hips and firm ass and tucked into a vee at her plump crotch, that was not the sort of garment she had in mind.

She toyed with the idea of greeting Ronny at the door, stark naked. But she figured that would be going a bit too far. It might shock the boy so much, his prick would go limp.

She took her maid's uniform off, but she still hadn't decided what to put on in its place.

If only I had a real sexy nightie! She thought.

That was it!

Jeannie grinned at the sudden thought. Her mother had a whole lot of sexy negligees and nighties and shortie pajamas. Maybe she had left some of the stuff there.

Jeannie left her own room and went next door to her parent's former bedroom. She looked in the dresser, and sure enough, she found a very appropriate black negligee. It was sheer and semi-transparent. It was just what she'd had in mind. She tried it on, and it fit her perfectly! She could hardly wait to see Ronny's face when she opened the door, wearing that slinky negligee with nothing on under it. The very thought of his expression thrilled her, causing her nipples to stiffen and her pussy to start to really steam.

She wanted to look in the mirror to see if she really looked as wanton as she felt.

She started to go back to her own room then figured there was no point in that, because her mother had a looking glass exactly like her own, fitted on the wall. For some reason, Jeannie recalled, that looking glass had always been curtained, as if it were a window. She had never thought anything of it.

She supposed it was curtained that way to give the illusion of space, of a wall that looked out over open spaces instead of the interior wail of a city apartment.

Jeannie moved to that curtained mirror.

She drew the curtains back and smiled at her reflection – and then she frowned as she realized that there was no reflection in the glass at which she could smile.

She stepped closer.

The roam was reflected, all right – but her own image was not there! A chill ran up her spine. She thought of all the horror movies that she had seen.

Had she somehow turned into a vampire that cast no reflection in a looking glass?

But that was silly.

She had a yearning to drink some cum, certainly – but she had no desire whatsoever to drink blood.

It was a total mystery. Why would the minor reflect the room and not her face? But then she saw that the room was not quite right, either. She looked behind her. Yes, the closet door was closed. She looked at the mirror again. In the reflection, that closet door was open, and she could see clothing hanging up. Jeannie began to get really frightened. Was she losing her mind or was the apartment haunted?

Slowly the truth dawned on the girl.

It was not a reflection at all – she was looking right through the looking glass, into her own room! That was her closet, standing open as she'd left it a few minutes before. The implications of this discovery did not strike her immediately.

Her first thought was that this solved the puzzle of why the mirror should be always covered by curtains, like the window that it was.

But the view from that window – Jeannie froze in shock.

That view was of her bedroom!

It looked into her room at exactly the same place where her own mirror was fitted in the wall – it was, in fact, not a proper window at all, but the other side of Jeannie's mirror.

It was a two-way mirror!

The girl thought of those spy holes bored through the wall of the motel room and the terrible truth dawned on her.

She staggered to the bed and sat down, not sure if she should scream or sob, if she should be furious or mortified. Her own parents had spied on her in the privacy of her own bedroom? Was there no limit to their wicked perversion, their dark deviation?

How many times had she lain on her bed, legs spread, finger fucking herself? Countless times! And how many times had her mother or father been watching her do it?

Why, she had often stood right in front of her mirror, gazing at her image as she rubbed her cunt to a froth!

She blushed bright red with shame. But then it dawned on her that she had no reason to be embarrassed – that it was her wicked, perverted parents who had cause for shame. All girls finger fucked themselves. Everyone knew that. But it was a rare patent who secretly watched them do it. Thinking that way, Jeannie's righteous anger overcame her embarrassment.

She was going to get even with them! She might accuse them of being the filthy voyeurs that they were. She might even tell her mother what she'd seen through the spy hole or tell her father!

The girl was so angry that she forgot why she had come to the apartment.

But then the doorbell rang.

And Jeannie remembered.

She was still determined to get revenge on her mother and father – but she had other things to attend to first.