Mom peeps on the neighbors

CHAPTER ONE

Susan Fox saw her son looking out the window.

She had come past his room and looked in, and there he was. She had seen him looking out the third-floor apartment window a couple of times before, and she knew what he saw.

After watching his intent face for a moment, she went to her room. From there, she could look almost directly down into the enclosed patio where the girl was.

As before, the girl was lying there naked, her pink nipples standing up on the white mounds of her tits. The dark triangle of her cunt was clearly visible. Although an open magazine rested over the girl's face, Susan knew it was a beautiful face; she had seen the girl often, spoken to her, greeted her.

Mary, a sweet name, an innocent name, Susan thought. And at the same time, a bit old-fashioned. Not many girls were named Mary any more. And Mary was just about twenty or twenty-one. The name, which suggested sweet innocence, tit the girl, Susan thought. Mary did look sweetly innocent, and yet she always sunbathed naked. Just how innocent could she be?

Surely Mary knew people could see her from the upper floors of the apartment complex. Most of the windows were draped, and many of the residents were at work, yet it was possible others besides Susan and her son were peeking. And Mary didn't seem to mind in the least.

It was an erotic sight, Susan admitted to herself. Even she enjoyed looking at Mary. The girl had long blonde hair and a shapely body. She was almost perfection, Susan thought, a bit jealously. Her suntanned flesh, from head to toe, was a golden brown, some thing Susan had never managed, what with her red hair and milk-white skin. Sun tended to burn her fragile flesh.

As Susan looked down, Mary shifted position. She turned onto her stomach, and the swelling sweetness of her naked ass was presented to view. Mary's ass was tightly rounded, with a deep crack between the cheeks. Even at this distance, her flesh appeared like rich cream, with the texture of satin or velvet.

Susan wondered what her son was thinking as he looked down upon that beautiful young girl, seeing those tight, flawlessly shaped tits, the thick dark-blonde cunt hair, and now that attractive, tantalizing ass with those beautiful long legs. She wondered if his cock was hard, if he was dreaming of putting it into the girl's pussy, of fucking her.

A tremble seemed to shudder through Susan's body, and there was a strange, tight heat swelling between her thighs, and then the twitching of her cunt started. This had happened once before when she had looked upon the sunbathing girl, but Susan thought it was from her many years of not feeling a hard, throbbing cock fucking into her cunt. Some how, this time, she sensed a difference. The heat, had started as she wondered what her son was thinking, and she had a vivid image of Bobby's cock fucking into that girl's pussy.

Sheer insanity! Wasn't it?

Absolutely!

Yet, there was that steaming sensation between her thighs, and that Susan could not deny. She was hot, aroused, becoming wet, her inner thighs moist as the juices seeped from her cunt and soaked the crotch of her panties.

Again, Mary turned onto her back, as if restless.

Susan stared down, her eyes slightly unfocused as the desire rumbled through her long-neglected pussy. Mary crooked her knee again, only this time she let it fall to one side. If she were closer, Susan realized she would be able to see the pinkness of Mary's cunt clearly. As it was, she could just make out the way the dark-blonde pussy hair parted, but the details of Mary's cunt could not be seen clearly.

Struggling with her thoughts, Susan turned from the window and went back into the hall. She saw her son was still there, almost leaning out his window now to see better.

Bobby, from the view of him this way, looked small and young, yet he was in his early teens. His hair was stylishly long, and she thought he was quite handsome, resembling her deceased husband more than her. Like Susan, Bobby's hair was a dark red, but he seemed to tea easily. He wore jeans and a tank top now, and his shoulders and arms were brown as they could be. Her eyes moved down his back, focusing on his ass. The jeans were tight, and she noticed his ass cheeks were flexing. A smile spread over her lips as she thought of his cock, hard and straining in his pants as he peeked down at Mary.

Before she knew what she was doing, Susan entered Bobby's room and stood behind him. She watched his body shaking gently in arousal. A sudden burning, stabbing sensation rippled through her cunt and she had to choke back a soft moan.

"What's so interesting out there?" she said softly and moved up beside him.

"Oh!" Bobby gasped, turning his head to see his mother at his side.

Susan noticed he quickly shoved his hips against the wall beneath the window.

"I see," she said, looking down at Mary. "So that's what you're looking at. Disgraceful, isn't she?"

Bobby flushed, and she noticed he tried to look off into the distance, keeping the front of his pants against the wall. She smiled to herself, then felt ashamed because she was embarrassing her son.

"At least she's beautiful," Susan said, her voice becoming surprisingly low and husky. "No harm in looking at such a beauty, I suppose."

Her son trembled, and she caught a glimpse of cock as he tried to turn from her. His cock was out of his pants, long and hard. A lurching heat shot through Susan's cunt, and she squeezed her thighs tightly together. That was a mistake; the pressure created a stabbing feeling of ecstasy in her swollen clit, and a soft moan came from her throat before she could choke it back.

"No, don't go away," she said softly, surprising herself still more. "Let's look at her, honey. Let's both stand here and look at her together. No harm in that."

She pressed her hip against him, feeling his body shaking, but he remained where he was, still trying to conceal his exposed cock from her. Susan felt so strange, so aroused, so ready! She was not herself, but someone else, a woman with a steaming cunt that seemed to be taking control of her, making her emotions whirl. She flexed the cheeks of her ass, trying to peek at her son's cock as he tried to keep his hard-on pressed against the wall.

"Would you like to… do things with her, darling?" Susan heard herself asking her son.

A mumbled grunt came from Bobby, and she pressed her hips tighter against him.

"Does looking at Mary make you excited, so you'd love to touch her, run your hands over her flesh, Bobby?"

Susan shivered, unable to stop this outrageous talk to her son. She stared down, trying to see the lips of Mary's cunt, and still could only see how the hair parted, nothing else, except those firm, upstanding tits.

Her hand moved, and she trembled over what she was about to do with her son. She squeezed her hand between his hips and the wall, and felt Bobby press harder, as if to prevent her hand from touching him.

"It's all right, darling," Susan whispered. "Just look at Mary and pretend, think of it as her hand. Think of what you'd like to do with her… how you'd like to touch her, where you'd like to touch her."

Her voice came out low, whispery, filled with heavy desire. She felt her son shaking as her hand moved between his body and the wall. Her fingertips contacted the hot hardness of his cock, and with a gurgle of success, Susan closed her fingers around the boy's prick.

"Oooo," she murmured as she squeezed her son's prick. "Keep looking at Mary, darling. Keep thinking what you'd like to do with her, to her. Isn't she pretty, Bobby? See how her breasts stand up so sweetly, those hard nipples, pink and sugary? Wouldn't you like to kiss these nipples, honey? Run your tongue over them, suck them into your mouth?"

As she whispered seductively to her son, she began to stroke his cock with her fist. She didn't look at him, but looked down at Mary, just as Bobby was doing. The feel of her son's cock in her hand was sheer heaven to Susan. She had not felt a cock since her husband had passed on. But that had never stopped the intense desires she always had.

Bobby seemed to be trying hard to concentrate on the naked beauty of Mary, as if ignoring what his mother's hand was doing to his cock. Yet Susan could see, from the corners of her eyes, how his eyes blazed with burning pleasure. She felt the throbbing of his cock increase against her palm and she closed her fingers tighter, squeezing enough to make him gasp. She jacked his cock and Bobby, intensely excited, pulled his hips back from the wall far enough so she could stroke and pump his prick easily.

"She has lovely breasts, doesn't she, Bobby?" Susan continued whispering in a throaty, seductive voice. "Or perhaps I should call them titties. Isn't that a nice word, honey titties? I love it. Wouldn't you love to feel those titties, squeeze them in your hands and make Mary moan with desire? Look at that pussy hair, Bobby. It's blonde, thick and darker than the hair on her head. Right? Don't you wish you could see her better? We can almost see her vagina, can't we? Or should I say her… pussy? Maybe you like the word cunt better than pussy, Bobby? Do you? I do. I love that word, cunt. It makes me shiver when I say it. Say it for me, darling. Say cunt for mother."

But Bobby could only gasp and stare at Mary. His cock throbbed and he felt so hot. Susan knew what he felt, could feel it in the way his cock throbbed, in that beautiful, ever so sweet hardness. She squeezed his cock again, and Bobby groaned softly. She saw he was licking his lips, and then she turned back to look at Mary. She pumped her fist back and forth on her son's cock, no longer wondering what had come over her. With the feel of Bobby's cock in her hand, Susan knew what she wanted, what she would love to do with her son.

Before, she would not have admitted it, let alone tried fucking him. But now it was different. Now they were both excited, looking down at the naked Mary, side by side, and she had Bobby's cock in her hot hand.

Susan wanted to fuck – to fuck her son.

Mary was moving down on the patio, twisting her hips about as if she were having an erotic dream. Both Susan and Bobby watched her with wide eyes. Mary's legs parted and closed, like a pair of scissors, and she seemed to be arching her hips up and down. The magazine was once more covering her face, but Susan didn't care. She knew what Mary's face looked like; it was that deliciously sweet body she wanted to look at.

Mary's hands were moving up and down her body now, stroking, caressing, touching lightly. Susan and her son watched those hands cup those tits and squeeze into the tit mounds while those thighs continued to open and close.

Susan pumped a bit faster on her son's cock, feeling it swell even more in her hand. She knew what would happen soon if she kept on jerking his cock… he would come. And, Susan knew immediately, she wanted to make her son come off, to make him squirt come juice as her fist stroked and pumped his cock.

"I bet Mary has a hot cunt – don't you, darling?" she began to whisper again. "I bet her cunt is like liquid heat, and I bet she'd fuck, too. Yes, I said fuck, Bobby. That word is another one I like so very much. Cunt and fuck. Don't those words make you feel hot and excited? We used to use them all the time, your father and I, when we fucked. And we fucked constantly. Your father was a great fuck, Bobby, and I bet you are, too… Your cock feels almost like your father's, so hard and long and thick. Look at Mary, baby, look at her tits and her cunt. Wouldn't you like to stick your cock up her cunt and fuck her? I bet Mary's cunt would suck on your cock while you fucked her, don't you? She looks sweet and innocent, but she isn't. If she was, she wouldn't be out there naked, knowing people could see her. Wouldn't you like to feel her cunt squeezing your prick, darling? Oooo, you'd love that!"

Bobby's cock was throbbing so hard and hot in her fist. Susan pumped his prick faster yet, holding it tightly. Her cunt was boiling with need, and she wanted to rub her pussy as she fondled her son's cock. But she didn't touch herself, not this time. She continued to talk softly to Bobby, telling him how hot and wet Mary's cunt would be.

"That would be better than a fist, honey," she said as they watched Mary sliding her hands up and down her thighs now. "A fist can do a lot for a hard cock, but a cunt is always best. Look at her! I think she's going to play with her pussy. Look!"

Mary did, indeed, run her hand between her thighs, but only once.

"You should fuck her, darling," Susan said, feeling his cock burn into her fist. "You should let her know you watch her sunbathe, tell her how hard it makes your prick, that you'd like to stick it up her pussy and fuck her."

A grunt came from Bobby, his hips jerking as Susan gripped his cock hard.

"Are you about to come, Bobby?" Susan asked in a thick, husky voice. "Are you going to come? That's okay, baby… you just come alt you want. Mother will help you. Look down at Mary and pretend you're fucking her while mother makes you come. It's all right, Bobby. We're just pretending. It's only make-believe, a fantasy. All boys and girls have those, you know. Just pretend mother's fist is Mary's cunt and that you're fucking her, and come all you want."

She felt the jerking of his cock in her fist, then Bobby grunted again. Susan looked down in time to see the thick white come juice spurt from his cock, splashing against the wall beneath the window sill. She gasped as a stab of intense ecstasy burned through her cunt, and she came, too.

She jacked her son's cock until he finished coming, then pulled her hand away.

"You watch her, darling," she said. "I'll leave you alone now. It's okay to pretend."