Mom peeps on the neighbors

CHAPTER TWO

Susan knew it was not merely pretense. She had deliberately jacked her son off, deliberately talked to him that way. She hoped Bobby would not be ashamed now, embarrassed because of what she had done for him. She didn't think he would, but she had to watch him and make sure.

If she could have him fantasize about Mary, then she could jack him off again. And she wanted to jack him off, to feel his cock, to watch that sweet come bubble from his piss hole.

Bobby was quite a few years younger than Mary, but Susan knew young boys dreamed of women older than themselves quite often. They would see some sexy movie star, and get a nice hard-on over her.

The thing that amazed her was the excitement she had felt looking at Mary. Being turned on by seeing a naked woman was some thing she had never thought about. Yet she could not deny the desire she had felt looking at the young beauty.

Susan had nothing to be ashamed of, herself.

She was a tall woman, a few inches taller than her young son. Her face, oval and quite pretty, with her dark eyes, red hair, and full lips, made many men turn for a second look.

Her body, still as slim and shapely as a young teenager's, looked very good in a bikini, shorts, or any kind of dress she chose to wear. She knew her ass looked good in tight jeans, and was pleased with the swelling shape of it. The only difference between her and Mary was one of age, Susan knew. There was at least a ten-year span there, but she looked as good as the youthful Mary any day.

As she sat on her bed, she wondered if she could keep her son thinking they were pretending. If she could, there were all kinds of possibilities. They could have a lot of fun with each other, Susan thought. If Bobby would fuck her and pretend she was Mary, that would be fine with her. She might not be Mary, but she would be the one getting her son's lovely cock in her cunt – not the girl.

Susan wished she could come up with some excuse to call her son to her, bring him to her room and fuck him now.

She lifted her dress and shoved her hand into her panties, feeling about her cunt. She leaned back on the bed and spread her thighs, rubbing at her sensitive clit, her eyes closed as she fantasized about her son. She was breathing heavily, her face flushed with pleasure as she worked a finger into her cunt. The panties stretched around her hand as she finger-fucked herself this way, head back and eyes closed.

In the door stood Bobby, watching his mother.

His eyes were huge and his cock was again straining, only inside his pants now. He could see the full length of his mother's thighs, the soft, creamy inner surfaces as she held them wide apart. He gazed at her hand inside her panties, seeing it move, understanding what she was doing.

Susan brought herself to orgasm, and by the time she pulled her hand out of her panties, her son was gone, and she did not know he had watched her. But even if she had, it would have pleased her. She was wanting him to be with her, to touch her, feel her up and play with her body, finally shoving his cock up her cunt and fucking her.

And all because they had watched the naked Mary together while she jacked him off. All because of a naked girl.

Mary sunbathed almost every day, Susan knew. And she intended to watch from now on with her son, and she would jack his cock off every time they spied on Mary.

Until he was ready to fuck his mother.

The next day, Susan could hardly wait to find Mary on the patio again, and neither could her son. She saw him peeking from his window constantly, never far from it. Mary usually was out there by noon, and Susan wondered why the girl was not working like most of those in the apartment complex. She, herself, had no need to work. Insurance took good care of her and Bobby.

Bobby saw Mary first.

The girl had come out onto her patio with a towel wrapped about her, spreading a colorful blanket on the cement with a pillow. Susan noticed Mary because of the way her son was pressing the front of his pants against the wall as she walked past his room.

"She's there again, is she?"

Stepping beside her son, she looked down. Mary lay there with her legs spread wide, and Susan was determined to see her cunt today, and to let her son see that sugary pussy, too. She left her son and went to her room, returning with a pair of high-powered field glasses.

"Here, darling," Susan said, giving them to her son. "Look at her with these."

Bobby took the glasses eagerly, and Susan saw he did not have his cock out at the moment. She ran her hand down there and felt his cock-bulge, finding it swelling quickly.

She began whispering to him as before.

"Look at her, darling, and mother will jack you off again. Use the glasses and you can see her cunt clearly. Look at her hairy cunt and mother will jack you off. Pretend mother's fist is her pussy, her cunt, and that you're fucking her. And you can come again all over the wall, like yesterday."

She opened her son's pants and pulled his prick free as Bobby used the glasses. Gripping his cock, she began stroking it, thrilled again to find his prick throbbing hotly in her hand.

She took the binoculars from him and looked down at Mary. Mary had her legs wide apart, and the focus of the glasses brought her hairy cunt almost into Susan's face. She saw the puffiness of the cuntlips, the tip of Mary's clit peeking from those moist folds.

"Mmmmm, now you can see her cunt so much better," she murmured, handing the glasses back to him. "You look at her and pretend mother's fist is her cunt, darling."

She pumped her son's cock as he peered through the field glasses. Today, Bobby did not try to press his cock against the wall, but held his hips back so his mother could jack his cock.

It seemed that Susan could see Mary more clearly today than before. She didn't need the glasses at all. Finally, neither did Bobby.

Mother and son peered out the window at the unsuspecting girl. Susan clung to her son's cock, excited to look at that naked body and stroke Bobby's prick. Her own cunt was bubbling as before, hotter now that she had hold of Bobby's cock. Her clit had become intensely inflamed, throbbing and burning inside her panties. Her tits felt swollen, her nipples sensitive. She squeezed and flexed her fingers about her son's cock, listening to his gasping.

Today, Mary did something different.

Susan and Bobby watched her pull the pillow underneath her slim body as she rolled onto her stomach. The pillow was at her crotch, and Mary straddled it with those exquisitely long thighs. When they saw her ass move, wiggling and bunching, Susan understood immediately.

"She's fucking her pillow, Bobby," she whispered and stroked his cock. "She's pretending, like you, that her pillow is a man, and she's on top of him, his cock inside her cunt, and she's fucking him. Maybe Mary is pretending it's you, baby. Think of your cock inside her hot wet pussy, fucking her. Think of mother's fist as Mary's sweet slippery pussy."

Standing at his side, feeling his small body tremble against her hip, Susan pumped tightly at her son's cock, whispering softly to him. She felt Bobby's cock throb against her palm, and her ass began to sway. Susan squeezed her thighs against her cunt and mewled softly with pleasure.

Susan began to run her hand about her son's body now, feeling more than just his cock. She cupped his balls inside his pants and squeezed them, bringing a gasp of hot delight from her son. Scooting her hand behind him, she caressed the cheeks of his ass, wishing she could feel his bare flesh without those tight jeans. She cupped one ass cheek, then the other, trailed her finger up and down the crack of his ass, then back in front to close her fingers about his cock once more.

Below, they could see Mary twisting her hips, grinding her cunt into the pillow. Susan wished they could hear her soft sighs of pleasure, but they were three floors up and sounds that soft did not reach them.

"See Mary's ass, darling," Susan whispered, her voice thicker. "See how she wiggles her cute tight ass, Bobby. She's pretending she has a cock up her cunt. Maybe she's fantasizing her pillow is you… and she has your cock deep inside her hot, wet pussy, fucking it. All you have to do is lie there and enjoy it, Bobby. Mary is doing all the work for you. She's fucking you while you just lie still."

Her hand squeezed his cock hard as she moved it back and forth.

"Your cock is inside her hairy cunt, Bobby, fucking that hot tightness. Doesn't Mary's cunt feel good around your sweet, hard, oh so precious cock? Feel her pussy grip your prick, honey? Feel how her cunt eats you up…" Her fist squeezed and stroked. "You're going to make her come, baby. Your cock is going to make Mary's cunt come and when she does, that hot pussy will squeeze so tightly… and you'll come, too. You'll come up her hot cunt, Bobby."

Susan enjoyed the increased throbbing of her son's cock, her cunt pulsating, her stomach rippling. She felt as if she would come again the way she had the day before. She wanted it, wanted to come so badly. Her fist moved quicker on Bobby's prick, sliding to the swollen cockhead, then pressing back on it tightly at the base. Bobby was making choking sounds now, his eyes huge as he looked down at Mary's twisting naked ass. Susan pumped and stroked, whispered her lewd words to him, helping him dream, helping him fuck Mary in his young mind.

She dropped her free hand and began to slide her hot, moist palm up and down her thigh. The dress moved along her flesh, creating a tingling sensation in her body. Still pumping his cock, she drew her hand up her body and curled her fingers about one straining tit, wishing her son would play with her tits. She dug her fingers into the springy tit mound and moaned softly, her eyes glazing in passion. Her hand beat faster on her son's cock, her excitement mounting now. Her blood seemed to be boiling in her veins, and her hips shook, jerking back and forth as though she, too, were being fucked. She pressed the heel of her hand against her cunt, feeling the pressure on her distended clit.

She began to imagine her son's cock thrusting into her cunt, fucking her hard and wildly. As the image intensified in her mind, so did the speed of her fist on Bobby's cock. Her son was groaning now, his hips moving. Susan held her fist still, but tight, and let him fuck into it. The ecstasy finally got to Bobby and he was no longer looking down at Mary, but standing up straight, his hands on the window sill and his head back, eyes closed, teeth clamped.

Susan looked at her son's face, that young face now contorted with raging desire. She pressed hard against her cunt with the heel of her hand and looked down at her fist, seeing his cock fucking it. The smooth cock head flashed back and forth, disappearing and reappearing quickly in her fist. She saw his glistening cock head, smeared with the dripping juices from his piss hole. The palm of her hand was wet and slippery with the juices, too, lubricating her tight fingers.

The head of her son's cock looked impossibly large, the flesh so taut it seemed about to burst. Her eyes were glassy, yet she saw his cock head clearly. His prick was beautiful, so deliciously beautiful to her. She yearned to have his cock fucking into her cunt, that throbbing hardness stretching her hairy cunt lips sweetly, penetrating her pussy ever so deeply. Susan's cunt flexed from the vividness of her mental image. An orgasm swelled deep inside her pussy, burning and searing downward. The lips of her cunt swelled, as did her clit. She stared at her son's cock fucking in and out of her fist, then at his contorted face again. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, and Bobby sighed, his hips jerking back and forth, his cock fucking in and out of the tightness her fingers made.

"You're about to come in her pussy, baby," Susan murmured in a thick, husky voice, her eyes again burning down at his prick. "Your cock is almost ready to squirt that sweet, sweet come juice into Mary's hot, hairy, wet cunt! Fuck her, Bobby! Oooo, fuck her hot little cunt! Fuck… fuck… fuck her, darling!"

Bobby grunted, straining his hips forward. The head of his cock seemed to stick past her fingers a good two inches. Susan pressed her hand harder into her cunt, and her mind reeled as she came. Her cunt convulsed in twitching orgasm just as she saw the thick, white, syrupy come juice spurt from her son's prick. She watched his jism splash against the wall beneath the window sill, felt his cock throb with her tightly gripping fingers. His come juice squirted and squirted, the wall gleaming with the wetness. Jism ran down toward the floor, and still Bobby came.

"Oh, baby! You're coming, Bobby! You're coming in her hot, tight snatch! Fill her hot cunt with your precious come juice, Bobby! Flood her hot cunt! Give it all to her!"

Susan clung to her son's cock until he finished coming, then she tucked it into his pants and pulled up the zipper. She felt the wetness of his come juice in the palm of her hand, and wiped it on her dress.

Bobby turned his back to his mother and sprawled onto his bed, his face cupped into the crook of his arms. Susan looked at her son's back, but her eyes seemed fixed on the way his ass cheeks bunched. She knew his pleasure was still glowing in his sweet balls.

Leaving him, she went to her room and sat on the bed, thinking hard about this.

If Bobby was embarrassed to have her, his mother, jack him off, he had not said anything so far. He shouldn't feel badly about it, she told herself. They were only pretending, and it was fun to pretend. Why not look at that exquisite nakedness of the slender Mary and pretend? Everyone had fantasies, erotic fantasies, and she and her son were no exception. It was all right if she helped her young son with them. They were doing nothing wrong, only pretending.

Long ago, when Susan had been a small girl, she had played house with boys, had played nurse and doctor with them. It had been fun and exciting then, and it was fun and exciting now, with her young son.

But Susan knew she wasn't pretending; she wanted to have her son's cock inside her cunt, fucking her. Maybe she had convinced Bobby it was pretending, but not herself.

Susan wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this up. It was quite frustrating to her. She wasn't sure if Mary knew she was being watched or not, yet Susan had an inkling Mary wouldn't care if she were seen. She knew her son was intensely excited over seeing the naked body of an older girl, and she was equally sure Bobby had never seen a naked girl of any age until now.

Bobby was not the kind of boy who ran about the neighborhood. He stayed home, with her, when he wasn't in school. He was a loner, not caring about baseball and various sports. He loved books, and was a studious young man, and was popular with his teachers because of it. He was quiet and well behaved.

Susan stood up, stripping her dress away and ignoring the open door of her bedroom. If her son saw her, so much the better. She unhooked her bra and her shapely tits bounced free. Wearing only her panties, she massaged her tits for a moment. Then she peeled her panties off. Naked, she walked directly into the hallway and to the single bathroom of the apartment, watching for her son, but not to avoid him – to let him see her body, her rounded, swelling tits and red-haired cunt, her sexy ass and smooth thighs.

But Bobby didn't see her.

Disappointed, she filled the tub and sank into the hot water, feeling it against her cunt. She lay back in the tub and tried to relax. She was very tense. She wanted her son, wanted his cock, wanted to fuck him.

With bubbles floating about her tits, she glanced at the bathroom door. For the first time, she had left it not only unlocked, but wide open. If Bobby should come to the door, he would be able to see her. Her tits rose up from the water. Her light-brown nipples were hard and sensitive.

She bathed slowly, waiting and hoping.

But Bobby never came.

After half an hour, she stood up and began to rub at her body with a towel. She kept looking at the door, hoping he would come and look at her. She stepped from the tub, and after a moment's thought, wrapped the towel about her body. It barely covered her tits and cunt hair and ass. Tucking it together, she left the bathroom and peeked into the living room. Her son wasn't there. She peered into his bedroom, and found he was still lying on his bed. Only he was pressing his hips into the mattress, fucking it the way Mary had fucked her pillow.

Susan thought about entering and sitting on the bed, running her hands over his ass while he squirmed his cock into the mattress. But that was just another form of jacking off, and jacking off wasn't what Susan wanted.

She wanted to fuck.

As exciting as it was to watch her son, she turned and went back to her bedroom. It was late afternoon, and she would have to think of something for dinner soon. Dropping the towel on the carpet, she selected panties and bra, then a becoming skirt and blouse. After some thought, she decided to forgo pantyhose. It was too hot for them anyway. Besides, her legs looked good enough without them.

Pulling on sandals, she decided she and Bobby would eat out that evening. She didn't feel like cooking, and it would be a treat for her son. He always enjoyed going out to eat.

Dressed, she entered the hall again and passing his room, saw it was empty now. Bobby was sitting in the living room, a book open on his lap, the television on.

"Honey," she said, "why don't we eat out tonight?"

"Sure, Mom," he agreed, closing his book.

"Where would you like to go?"

"Let's have pizza."

She smiled. "I should have guessed," she murmured. "You're going to turn into one. Did you know that?"

"I wish," he smiled back at her.

Susan noticed his eyes on her tits, his gaze lingering there a moment, then sweeping down to her hips.

Susan arched a hip forward, her hand on it. "What are you seeing that's so interesting, honey?"

Bobby's grin turned lewd.

Susan felt her heart thumping with delight. Perhaps her son would fuck her, after all.

"Come on," she said, her voice thick with desire. "We better go eat before…"

"Before what, Mom?"

"Never mind… come on."