The voyeur family sucks

CHAPTER TWO

Judy stayed angry at Jack for a week and they barely spoke. Later, when they began talking again, they still snapped at each other and their hostility permeated the family.

Jack began staying out late and not coming home for dinner. Judy knew he was out fucking some whore, but she didn't care. She was tired of his selfishness. If he got laid by some bimbo at least he'd leave her alone.

Of course that left her horny, and more and more she thought about finding a man to satisfy her. But her interest in her own son was upper most in her mind. The boy was adorable and the bulge in his jeans tempting.

She decided that incest wasn't as bad as people said. In the beginning of time people committed incest. Who else did people have to fuck when the world began? The hornier she became, the more she rationalized that fucking Jeff wouldn't be so wrong. The only problem was how to get him into bed without traumatizing him.

She had plenty of opportunities to be alone with the boy. With Jack out fucking anything that moved and with Lucy probably sucking off a different boy every night, she and Jeff spent many evenings home alone.

She was certain that Jeff found her sexy. Boys always thought their mothers were beautiful. Enticing him was no problem. But getting him into bed was. She had to make him think it was his idea. Then she had to ease his guilt. She didn't know how she would manage it all, but she was determined to try.

She thought of various schemes. She could leave her bedroom door open and walk around naked in the hopes he would see her. But that was leaving too much to chance.

She thought of pretending to be ill and calling out to him to help her. But that seemed cruel.

There was only one thing to do. Wait for a day when they were home alone and let nature take its course.

Two weeks later she had her opportunity. Jack phoned from his office and told her he was working late and wouldn't be home for dinner. She knew from experience that he'd probably wander in at midnight with lipstick on his shirt collar. On the same day, Lucy phoned from school and asked if she could spend the night at a girlfriend's. Judy told her daughter to have a good time and hung up the phone. The perfect opportunity had come. How exciting!

At six thirty she and Jeff had dinner and as they ate she began teasing him.

"I guess it's pretty boring around here with just your old mother for company," she said.

The boy spooned ice cream into his mouth. "You're great company, Mom," he said.

She had deliberately worn a very tight sweater and now she raised her arms and yawned. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the teenager stare at her tits.

"You're nice to say it, sweetie, but I know you'd rather be with kids your own age. By the way, you're not going out tonight and leaving me alone, are you?"

He shook his head, still gazing at her tits. "Naw, I won't leave you alone."

"I'm glad, Son," she said. "Sometimes I could just kill your father."

Jeff lowered his gaze. "Aw, you two fight a lot, but you love each other, don't you?"

"Yes, but sometimes it's not easy," she snapped.

"I wish I could do something to help."

"You help by just keeping me company once in a while."

"If I was married to you I'd appreciate you more," he blurted out.

Judy stifled a giggle. It was working. "Oh, your father's got his good points."

"I know he does, but why do you always fight?"

"Sometimes when people have been married a long time problems just crop up." She gazed at him meaningfully. "If you know what I mean."

He hesitated. "I don't understand. What's there to fight about?"

"Oh, honey, you were too young to burden with my problems." She crossed her legs and showed him some thigh. "Let's just say that when people are married a long time sometimes they take each other for granted."

"I'd never take you for granted," the boy said, his jaw set.

"But you're not my husband, you're my son," she giggled. "Oh, honey, I guess you're old enough to know the truth. Men like your father, oh, good men and good providers, sometimes get selfish when it comes to… uh… sex."

Jeff flushed and looked away. "Oh," he murmured.

Judy leaned forward and spooned more ice cream into his dish. "Why am I bothering you with this? Here, darling, have some more ice cream. It's your favorite flavor."

She rose up and cleared the table as Jeff finished his dessert. The conversation had ended abruptly. When the dishwasher was loaded, he came up behind her.

"I wish I could help, Mom," he said.

She turned to him and her tits grazed his arm. He pulled back quickly.

"I know you do, honey, but I guess I'll just have to live with it." She kissed his cheek and pressed up against him. "You just run along now and have a good time. I'll find something to keep me busy."

He paused. "I was just going to watch a football game on the tube. I'm not going out. But if you want me to keep you company I will; Mom, I worry about you."

She blew him a kiss and pulled her shoulders back to emphasize her tits. "I know you do and I love you for it. Go on, baby. I'm going to bed early and try to sleep my troubles away. You go on and watch your football game. Just having you in the house and knowing you're near makes me happy."

When he left the room, she hugged herself. She had set him up. He was worried about her and probably horny. She'd admitted she and Jack had sexual problems.

Now if the boy wants to help me out how can I stop him?

When she went upstairs, she left the door to her bedroom partially open. She proceeded to strip her clothes off and dimmed the lights.

She switched on the radio and brought her vibrator out of the drawer. She plugged it in and settled down on the bed to masturbate.

If by chance Jeff should see her, all the better. The door was only open a few inches. Anyone could leave a door open by mistake. No one could accuse her of deliberately enticing the boy. Accidents do happen, don't they?

Her heart pounded with excitement. Her pussy was wet. She toyed with her tits and picked up the vibrator. Flicking it on, she languidly ran it over her beaver.

It heated her up at once. Not that she needed heating up. She'd been horny for days and Jack hadn't helped. Fucking her in the ass when she wasn't in the mood infuriated her.

Now she squeezed her tits and ran the vibrator over her cunt. Damn, it felt good! She wiggled her ass and pulled on her nipples. She wondered what Jeff was doing at this very moment.

She could hear his television blaring. If only he would come out into the hall and see her. She knew that if he saw her naked and masturbating he wouldn't be able to resist barging into her room.

She shifted onto her side and tossed the vibrator away. She used her fingers on her gash. The sound of a door opening nearby told her Jeff had come out of his room. She waited, barely breathing. Oh, Lord, what am I doing?

She moaned softly, hoping he would hear her. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow. Then she saw him out in the hall peering into the room.

"Oh, I'm so hot!" she moaned, tossing her head from side to side and working her fingers over her pussy.

Now that she knew the boy was watching, she spread her legs wide and planted her feet on the bed. Let him have a good look at a woman's cunt, she thought. Let him compare it with the teenage girls he faded.

She was so excited she almost came. To know that her own son was watching her frig herself! It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her!

Her tits bounced as she writhed her ass on the bed. Her dark muff was matted with juice.

She rubbed her steaming meat, aware that her long dark hair fanned out on the pillow and framed her face. She was glad she was still pretty and that she'd kept her figure. Only a woman with a good body could afford to let a boy see her naked.

"Oh, yes, I need fucking so badly!" she moaned. "So damn bad." She would let Jeff know just how horny she was. She would let him think he was doing her a favor by barging into the room and fucking her.

She pumped her ass at her fingers. She pretended she was being fucked as she thrust her ass around with wanton abandon.

For one brief moment she wondered if the boy was repelled by the sight of her cunt. What if he thought her hairy gash was ugly?

No, boys his age are fascinated with cunt, she thought. I'll bet he's got a hard-on. Maybe he's even got his cock out. Maybe he's masturbating while he's watching.

When she glanced at the door, she saw his shadow. She considered calling out. But it was too soon. She didn't want to frighten him, but she did want to turn him on. Better to give it a little more time. There's no hurry. The night is young.

She twisted her ass and reached for her vibrator. She used it on her clit while she frigged herself. She became engrossed in her body and her approaching orgasm. She almost forgot that Jeff was out in the hall watching her.

When she next opened her eyes she knew instinctively that the boy was jerking off as he watched her. She rolled her head from side to side, but, at the same time, she gazed out into the hall.

Jeff had become emboldened and was indeed jerking off. She could see his hand whipping back and forth over his meat. As she watched his fingers fly she came again. She had to restrain herself. Wait for him, she thought. Wait for him to be so horny he storms into the room.

All the affection and warmth she no longer felt for Jack she transferred to her son. Please, darling, come in and fuck mother! she thought. Please, Son, fuck me!

She could wait no longer. She was afraid he would empty his nuts and return to his bedroom.

Leaping off the bed, she moved swiftly to the door and flung it open. "Come in, honey, it's okay," she said, pulling him into her arms. "It's crazy for you to stand out there like that."

"Oh, Jesus, Mom, I'm sorry!"

He stood glued to the spot, his cock swinging and his eyes averted from her nakedness. Judy gazed down at his dick and tugged at his hand.

"Come in, I'll put something an." As she spoke she moved to her closet and wrapped herself in a robe. "There, is that better, darling?" She urged him to hold her and then she kissed him briefly.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he murmured.

His world belied his expression. Judy had seen that look before. He was drinking in her curves and was obviously very excited.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, honey. I left the door open. You're only human."

"Well, I better go now…"

"Don't you want to keep your old mother company? Maybe we could ball or something. I know that's something new for us, but would you like it?" Her eyes twinkled, but her pussy throbbed.

"Do you mean it?" He stared at her heaving tits. Her robe barely covered her bosom.

"Yes, I do," she breathed. She moved her hand to her cunt and played with herself. "You'd be doing me a favor. You have a very horny mother. Did you know that?"

"I hear you and Dad sometimes," he said.

"I suspected as much." She spread her legs and let him have a glimpse of her beaver. "Shall I take this off? You've already seen so much of me, what's the sense of keeping it on? Shall I take my robe off?"

"If you want to." His voice was barely audible.

"Can you smell my pussy?"

His voice was a whisper. "Yes."

She untied the belt to her robe and showed him her boobs. "Do you like the smell?" It was crazy, but she'd come too far to stop.

"Yeah, it's great."

Suddenly they were in each other's arms. Judy trembled as she held him. His chest mashed her bare boobs and he moved shaking fingers to her ass.

She pressed the length of her body against him. His cock hung out of his fly and stabbed her. She could feel the heat of him and the life emanating from his fuckpole.

When they kissed, she felt like a girl again. The fact that it was her son kissing her so passionately made her even hotter.

Eve did it, she told herself again and again. She had to. Who else did she have to fuck except her sons?

"Touch me here," she said, pointing at her tits.

He quickly obeyed and she swayed slightly and felt dizzy when he lifted one of her tits in his hand.

He squeezed it and fondled it and then moved his other hand to her free tit. She closed her eyes and relished the feeling. And fuck you, Jack! she thought with a rush. Who needs you when I've got my kid.

Now Jeff no longer looked frightened. His eyes were wide open and he looked confident and horny as he played with her tits. He made her nipples hard by rubbing his thumbs over them. His enthusiasm, so like his father's at the same age, delighted the horny mother.

"Suck them," she moaned.

"Oh, God!"

She guided him to the bed and they sat down. He lowered his head and she stroked his hair as he placed his lips tentatively over one boob.

"My baby," she said, leaning back and pulling him with her. She thrust her tits into his face and he filled his mouth with her.

He licked her nipples with teenage hunger, pulling and tugging on them and sucking them into his mouth.

She shivered with pleasure and felt her pussy lubricate. Whatever happened, she would never be sorry. No, fucking her boy would be the most exciting thing that ever happened to her. There was no way she would regret it.

His cock stuck out of his fly and when she gazed at it she smiled. "Darling?" she said.

"What?" His mouth was busy on her boobs.

"Take your clothes off."

She almost had to drag his lips from her tits. "Just another minute, Mom," he said, his eyes glazed with passion.

"Take your clothes off and let me see all of you," she said. Her eyes twinkled. "I've already seen your cock and now I want to see everything else."

He blushed and released her tit. She helped him drop his jeans and she crouched down on the floor to pull them off his feet.

She stayed on her knees and took his prick in her fist. She fondled his shaft and the bloated head of his dick that so resembled his father's.

He groaned and nervously touched her hair. "You won't tell anyone, will you, Mom?"

She giggled. "Are you kidding? Neither of us better tell anyone."

She explored his prick and balls and examined him closely. She planned to take his prick in her mouth, but first she wanted to see every ridge and vein on it.

"You've had girls blow you, haven't you?" she said.

He snickered. "Sure."

"Well, I'm going to blow you, but I've had a lot of experience so it might feel different. If you think you might need to come, tell me. I think I can bring you up again, but I still want to know. Promise?"

"Okay, Mom," he said through clenched teeth. "Jesus, that feels good."

She was kissing him, running a series of wet kisses up and down the shaft of his prick and stroking the moistened flesh.

At the same time she squeezed his cockhead and fondled his nuts. She pressed his entire prick against her cheek and moved it between her tits.

"Did anyone ever tell you you've got a lovely cock?" she said.

"Oh, Mom!" He chuckled and looked away. "It's not funny," she said. "You have a lovely cock." She kissed the moist tip of his prickknob. "Mmmmmm, it tastes good too."

"Jesus, Mom, you're driving me crazy."

"That's what mothers are for," she giggled, blowing her warm breath over his swollen ball-bag.

"Are you really going to blow me?" he croaked.

"Yes, but first I've just got to try your cock on for size." She climbed over him and straddled his hips. Her balloon-like boobs hung down like two huge melons. "Let's see how it feels," she said, squirming around until his cock was positioned at the opening to her cunt.

"Oh, Jesus!" the boy groaned.

"Easy, baby, easy," the horny mother said as she lowered herself over his prick.

She barely breathed as she pushed forward and took his cockhead into her cunt… He was thick enough to stretch her cunt lips. Oh, God, it was happening! There was no turning back now!

"You're in me!" she hissed.

He grabbed her ass. "Oh, shit, Mom, I know!"

She lurched forward and his cock disappeared inside her. She felt faint and weak. When his cock twitched inside her, she fell forward and fastened her lips to his.

"Baby, baby, baby," she crooned automatically gripping his prick with her experienced cunt-muscles.

"Jesus, Mom, I don't think I can hold back."

"You can, Son," she said. "Just concentrate on it. Just a little while and then it'll be easier." She held him inside her without moving, he was confident that she could get him hard again if he came, but she wanted their first fuck to last a while longer.

She relished every throb of his prick inside her gash. She bit her lip and moaned each time it jerked inside her fuck-canal.

"Well, now we've done it," she said. "Oh, baby, it's good! It's good for you too, isn't it?"

"Jesus, Mom, I think I'm going to pop off."

A ragged sob came out of his throat. She knew he was trying hard to control his orgasm. To take his mind off his cock, she placed his hands over her tits.

"Oh, shit!" he cried.

It was too late to stop him. He held her ass and pumped his hips as he plunged his dick in and out of her pussy.

She had no choice but to move with him. She raised and lowered her ass and ground her cunt against his prick. He was hard and randy and she could feel his prick high inside her body when he thrust in.

It was the best fuck she'd had in years. The fact that it was her son's dick plowing into her made it even better. Women who never fucked their own sons were stupid. God, it was good!

She squirmed her ass and bounced up and down. Her tits flew and when she glanced down she saw his prick disappear inside her body.

And to think I used to diaper that dick, she thought with a giggle.

How things had changed! Now his prick glistened with her sticky cunt juice. She leaned forward and directed his prick against her cunt.

"I'm almost ready to pop," she said. "My God, you're a good cocks man!"

She held onto his hands and closed her eyes. She focused on her pussy and the exquisite sensations flooding her.

She fucked the teenager vigorously. She took from him what women always took from men and she gave in return. He jerked his hips and ass off the bed and she rammed back at him.

When she came, she fell forward, crying out as her pussy love-grabbed his prick. He came too, roaring loudly as he shot his load inside her cunt.

"Don't stop!" she cried. "Keep fucking me!"

He kept fucking her until his balls were empty and then he lay back exhausted. She made him stay inside her until he just slipped out. The starch was out of his prick.

She curled up next to him and took him into her arms. "Oh, baby, what a fuck," she said.

"Did I make you happy, Mom?" he panted. She kissed him. "You bet, baby," she said, fondling his limp prick and feeling dreamily content. "Happier than I've been in years."

She never got to suck him off that night. She didn't care. They would have that some other time. They would have all kinds of things.