After an eight year estrangement from my mother, I took advantage of my newly acquired adult status and left dad's home in North Carolina to share a large apartment on Long Island with her.
My small bedroom shared a small wall portion with her bedroom, the wall portion containing an 8 paned glass window that had been painted over. What this window's original purpose was is open to discussion. It was positioned right over the head of
Not legally divorced from my father, but separated permanently by 400+ miles, mom had made a new life. She had a boyfriend and, I discovered quickly, she had no heart-ache fucking him while I was in the apartment. Sleeping? But let's be honest, after an evening of drinking and being liquored-up, raging hormones get the best of all of us.
My "fantasies" began on one such night when you could not shut out the obvious commotion going on in the next room. With youthful curiousity, I visualized the position of my mother's bed and began to scratch the paint off of one corner of the panes, knowing the other side was not painted, and careful not to remove anymore paint than necessary.
Call it luck or fate, but there was a full moon that evening shining through a small, un-curtained rectangle window high on the wall and it eliminated mom's bed quite nicely.
It took a bit of maneuvering on my part but I was soon fascinated by the sight of my mother on her knees with, old, Ben (and I mean that literally as he had to be 12 to 15 years older), behind her popping her ass for all he was worth.
I unleashed a growing erection from my briefs. The moonlight and the reflective nature of the white sheets made mom appear as a perfect animated silhouette. Her tit, the one closest to me and the only one I could see, jiggled rhythmically as her body moved forward and backwards with Ben's thrusts. I could hear her soft moans clearly, and I would not swear to it, but I saw or imagined her nipple being longish and and firm, attesting to her arousal.
Minutes passed as I toyed with my now full erection. I saw her left hand reach between her legs, taking matters into her own hand so to speak, and her body began to shove backwards impaling herself on Ben's cock. The volume of her moans lifted a bit and in a minute or two she buried her face into a pillow to stifle the uncontrollable orgasmic moan. Old Ben followed her a moment or two later. I lost visual contact as I myself shot off all over my pillow.
Lauren
My Saturday was going pretty much the way Saturdays usually when, except now I had more clothes to wash, another room to clean, and one more bed to make.
It was while making that bed that I looked up to see the painted window had a small scratch low in one corner of a pane. Moving closer and peering through, it was quite evident that you could see most of my bedroom through the scratch. I knew for certain that the scratch and not been there long and I pondered the "why" and came up with the only answer I could come up with....my son was spying on me through the scratch.
All day long I steamed and pondered what he might have seen. He had moved in 5 month ago. Could that scratch had been there that long? Surely, I would have noticed it earlier?
I have to admit I had been delinquent in shielding him from my sexual life. But hell, spying on me?
By supper time the steam had boiled out of my madness and I became intrigued with his nerve, assuming I was correct?
"I sacked Ben." I informed him.
"Really! That's a shame! I'm going to miss him. What happened?"
'I bet you are but maybe not as much as you think!' I thought.
"I'm tired of him. He thinks he owns me. It's not worth the hassle for what little he contributes."
"You mean bill paying"
"Yea! Bill paying! Got a problem?" I challenged.
I smiled inwardly as my harsh tone made him slightly
"Not me. I liked him well enough but you deserve better maybe even younger. You need to be a nbit more selective."
"Younger than Ben or younger than me?" I inquired.
"Either one, I suppose. You know your needs more than I do."
Eyeing him suspiciously across the supper table, I decided, most definitely, that I would give the coy, horny little bastard (not really) something to spy on.
The next evening, Sunday, we retired as usual around eleven o'clock. I had worked myself into a lustful mood just pondering what I was going to do.
Entering my bedroom, content to leave the bright overhead light on, I wandered around haplessly gathering and arranging my clothes for work the next morning. I needed to kill some time and give Sean time to get ready for bed.
I approached the full length mirror and stood there admiring myself, I hoped he was spying on me. Yeah, the word "hoped" even surprised me at the time. I began to squeeze and fondle my breasts, pinching my nipples through the fabric.
I knew there was no way in hell anything was going to happen between me and my son. I mean, hell, think about it; sexual intimacy meant being under a man thumb, maybe pregnancy, possible rejection. Also, incest is most likely a one way ticket to hell, but, still, one does not enjoy living in a vacuum and I found it stimulating and exciting to know that he might be watching me.
I slid my hands up under my thin-cotton tank-top. A few long moments of fondling and I removed it and reached behind me to unsnap my bra. I resisted the urge to turn and face the window and flaunt my breasts. There's not enough there to flaunt anyway.
Acknowledging his presence was not my intent and could lead to a serious misunderstanding. I continued looking in the mirror and unsnapped my jeans, pushed them down over my hips and stepped out of them. I was quite happy I had on my pink bikini underwear. They go well with my auburn hair.
I ran my hand between my legs and found the crotch of my panties to be moist. Maybe this was going to be more fun than expected. Careful not to appear to be doing a striptease,
I pushed the panties down, stepping out of them. I rubbed my pussy and ass a brief period, squatting to widen my stance.
I turned and walked casually to my bedside table, opened the draw, and picked up an 8" purple dildo. The slightly curved, firm but jellylike shaft, culminated in a set of rather large balls. My first notion was to lie on the bed with my legs spread directly towards the window, I fought the urge.
I entered the bed and reclined back. I placed the dildo beside me and placed my feet flat on the bed, my knees spread. My eyes closed, I began to rub my right hand over my mound, letting my fingers course through my ample bush, while fondling my breasts with my left hand. For long minutes, I let my fingers toy and probe my pussy before placing my middle finger to my clit, stroking it tenderly.
I never rushed masturbation and certainly did not want to now. Many minutes passed before I reached for the dildo. I brought my head up to watch as I pushed it into me and after a few tentative probes I was able to take it clear up to the balls.
I hoped again, unashamed, that he was watching. I even hoped he was stroking his cock, but it was not long before I was beyond caring as my left middle finger stroked my clit and I pumped the dildo into me with determination.
With long dry spells without a man, masturbation had always been an adventure for me; door knobs, bed posts, bottles, vegetables etc. I always needed something more, so I maneuvered to my knees, gripped the over sized balls of the dildo with my fingers and thumbs to keep it in place and began to ride the dildo.
I had used the technique before and achieved a great orgasm, and the thought of being watched only made me hotter.
I rode my ass off. It was difficult to keep the shaft in contact with my clit, but eventually I was moaning and breathing pretty heavily when the orgasm gripped me. I shoved my ass down hard pushing the rubber shaft deep into me. My body shuddered.
As the orgasm slowly dissipated I dropped forward and rested for long minutes. I hoped, no prayed, that Sean was studying my bare backside. When I finally flipped to my back, it was so hard not to look towards that painted window. I was afraid even to smile as I might give him a notion that I knew he was spying....if he was? It occurred to me... How was I going to know?
I culled up on my left side, my ass towards the painted window, leaving the bright light on, and went to sleep.
Sean
For the last three months, I had been able to spy on my mother and Ben fucking about a dozen times. Ben was not getting a lot of pussy, at least not my mom. And the lighting was never as good as the first time so that my imagination and what little vocal noises I could discern was the bulk of the excitement.
Now! through the scratch I had numerous times watched my mother in various stages of dress but I had never actually seen her without panties. If I caught her wearing just her panties, I felt fortunate. I wasn't getting a lot of pussy either, so masturbating while watching mom matching outfits and such was all the excitement I had to go with.
Funny actually, I shot my load once as she bent over to pick something up wearing just panties. I could see the fabric outlinig her pussy lips.
As you might imagine, yanking my cock while peeking through that tiny scratch was a feat in itself. But hell, I masturbated at least once a night, using a sock to catch my cum, and if I woke up to pee maybe twice.
Mom was 42 and I can only describe her as a plain Jane. She did little more than a little face powder and lipstick in the way of makeup, removing it promptly if she was home for the night.
At 5 foot seven, her shoulders and arms were slender. With a small waist, she seemed to blossom from the hips down, her ass and thighs appeared to be the bulk of her 143lbs. I use the term "blossom" because I'm describing the female anatomy and it's all good... right?
If she wore anything other than flat walking shoes, she appeared to be struggling with the lower part of her body, but a heeled shoe did give her ass a defined, cute little swish. Her breast, unleashed, I figured, would not be much bigger than a good handful.
Her lightly freckled face, very light skin and dark auburn hair, hanging to her shoulders and heavily curled, did little to enhance her appearance.
All this said, I was very much aware of her sexuality and the glances she got from the opposite sex in public. You could even say I was a little jealous.
This Sunday evening, I was lying in bed lamenting the loss of Ben. I hoped that mom would quickly find another boyfriend but she talked as if she was ready to write all men off.
I rolled my eyes up looking forlornly at the window and saw mom's light still on. What the hell, right?
I quietly maneuvered to my knees and, peeking through the scratch, was instantly aroused by seeing mom with her hands under the front of her black tank top manipulating her breasts. I am pretty sure my eyes widened when she slipped the top over her head and unsnapped her bra, tossing both to the floor.
I had been right in my assumption that her nipples were gorgeously large, appearing strangely out of place attached to those small tits.
We're halfway home I excitedly thought. I fumbled excitedly extracting my cock.
She reached to unbuttoned her white jeans and I gripped my cock hard as she pushed them off her wide hips, lifting each leg to extract each foot, kicking the jeans free. I had never seen mom abuse her clothes in such a manner. I marveled at her protruding ass during this exercise.
I nearly shot my load when her hand slid between her legs, and then I was rewarded with what I had been wishing for so long. She slipped out of her panties and stood before the mirror totally nude.
Home run! My view of her front was from the mirror and only partial, but I could without a doubt see that her mound was heavily forested. Heavily! It brought to mind, a joke about a girl getting a bikini wax and they had to send out for more wax. I found it totally intoxicating.
I felt like I was in a dream when she started to palm her pussy and play with her ass. I know I was feeling my heart pound as she slightly squatted repeatedly to give her hand access between beefy thighs. I pondered if her clit bore any resemblance to her nipples... if it could be found in that dark auburn forest.
My heart fell when she stopped and walked to the bed table. I got a brief frontal view when she turned towards the bed but my gawk at her bush was negated to second place by the large purple dildo she held her hands, making me feel a bit lacking with its length.
I wish I could have had some input as to the position she took on the bed. I needed to back off of my ever building desire, so I settled to pinching and squeezing the domed head of my cock.
Mom was just getting started so I wanted to stay mildly excited to the end. My attention now was centered on mom's activities and nothing else mattered. The minutes slowed and I pondered what the lady in such a state of arousal would do should I walk in with my rock hard cock.
She picked up the dildo and put that thought to rest. I noted with relief that the dildo was not as thick as my cock and she did not take the length easily. From an onlooker's point of view she seemed a bit uncomfortable with the length, but maybe it was just me.
After long minutes, mom maneuvered to her knees and I happily began stroking my cock in rhythm with her ass as she rode the dildo, pushing deep on the downward thrust.
Long minutes more, then, a moan destined to increase in volume was quickly stifled as her body shook with orgasm. I could tell it was a strong one. With one strong thrust of her ass which I imitated, pushing my cock deep into her pussy, I shot my load all over my pillow again.
I lingered studying my mother's naked body as she slept and felt the pain of cramped muscles when I finally withdrew my eye from scratch.
Lauren
I guess you could say sanity won out and I stopped worrying about actually knowing without a doubt, hearing the confession so to speak, whether Sean was watching me are not.
Oh! Don't get me wrong I continued providing the enticement if he was indeed spying on me. It was a challenge not to give him too much complete nudity and bright lights while masturbating. But I had lots of lamps in my bedroom and I varied the lighting on a regular basis.
Yes. There were innuendos spoken in gray areas, sexually oriented but always shy of admitting anything. I did a lot of silly things like getting rid of my heavy housecoat and not being so careful about near nudity while moving around the appartment. Little things, like asking him to divert his eyes as I rushed by nearly nude. Silly things!
Taking a different tact, I guess you could argue, what is good for the goose is good for the gander, might be seen as proof. Again, Sean would have to confess to that too! Okay! It is still a quandary. Oh! The goose and gander?
After retiring one evening, lying in bed in total darkness.....I didn't preform THAT much! I thought I saw a dim light coming through the scratch.
It is amazing how central that scratch can become in one's life.
Anyway! In the beginning, I actually dismissed that dim light but my gaze kept returning to the scratch until I finally had to get up and get a closer look. The closer I got the more certain I was that there was some sort of light on in Sean's room.
I tiptoed up to the scratch, ever apprehensive that he might be looking back at me. I held my breath and peeked through instantly recognizing the lighted screen of his laptop computer. New to the spying game it took a moment or two of moving my head around until I had the whole picture, the triple X video streaming and my son pumping his cock as he viewed the movie.
You just can imagine the smile on my face as I watched. I was alternately entranced by the action on the screen and critiquing my son's cock. He was thick like his father and maybe a tad longer. I have had bigger and I've had smaller in the time since leaving his father. But the fact of the matter is..... it's what a man does with it that is important.
My hand found its way down the front of my panties, finding this spy game extremely stimulating. You can imagine the pain in the ass my bush is, but most men are intoxicated with it.
Again, I seriously hoped that Sean was really spying on me. And I have to admit, spying was fun.
Sean is a good-looking guy and I had no problem fantasizing about riding his rock hard cock. I soon ignored the video and concentrated my attention on his cock, desiring to see his ejaculation.
I watched his escalating climb up that erotic ladder of lust and it was not long before I was rewarded. His milky white cum shot high, dropping back down on his hand and belly. I lost sight of it as my own orgasm hit. I placed my hand gently on the wall to steady myself, breathing heavily.
I regained sight picture to watch him wipe the cum over his shaft, rubbing it into his own forest before gathering more from his belly.
Had he just glanced at the window? But he didn't. I began lookinng for that dim light, but, no, I didn't spy on him that often. I'm 42. Sure I enjoyed it and wanted it but not as often as a 19-year-old male.
The months turned in to two years.
I knew he wouldn't be around forever. He had his own life to live and talked about heading south again.
I had little desire for a flesh and blood man in my bed. I was content performing for Sean... if he was "really" there. I came to believe he was!
I knew he was screwing at least one girl on a not so regular basis, but that didn't bother me. Him leaving would bother me. Greatly!
Sean
Sure, the question of "did" she know I was spying on her seeped into my consciousness occasionally. Her sexually colored nnuendos, I could point to, and her loss of modesty in her dress around the house.
When I first moved in, a heavy terrycloth housecoat was her mainstay when making breakfast, moving from bathroom to bedroom. But shortly after my spying began, she began to appear in long or short flimsy nightgowns, clearly outlining her panties, even showing color.
She even asked me a couple times to close my eyes as she ran past me topless from the bathroom to bedroom. Hell yes, I peeked.
A casual sexual banter began to ease itself into our conversations. Smartass remarks like, "maybe I should start hitting the doorbell before I climb the stairs". She actually asked me was I getting enough pussy from my girlfriend. She actually used the word "pussy". I did brazingly say, "No".
They are, you have to admit, pretty strong indicators. Hell, I don't know. Do I even care? It was all a plus for me. I was going to hate leaving.Lauren
Four months now. Why wouldn't I be happy here? I've lived in Virginia before and this area has everything I need. I have a nice apartment that is not taking a lot of my Social Security. I have savings. I'm close to my son and his wife... the grandkids are great. I guess I'm at an age.....62 now....almost 63 to be honest..... when I could use someone to take care of me.
I'm still independent and doing a lot of walking, though it concerns my son about me getting mugged or raped. Me! Raped! He keeps telling me I'm still a good-looking woman and need to be careful. You should hear the way he talks about the old men in this apartment building. He's always complaining about them gawking at me. In my loose jeans! Makes me laugh! Now, occasionally I'll see one of these old fellows downtown and they will offer me a ride home, but I always turn them down. Don't want to get too friendly they might think they have a chance. And it would upset Sean.
Of course, my son doesn't say a thing about that bitch in 2A following him around like a bitch in heat. He says he hasn't screwed her. I know his car stayed late in the parking lot one night after he left my apartment. His wife out of town! Said he got waylaid by a card game in Mr. Cook's apartment. No. I didn't ask Mr. Cook.
Yeah! It would have bothered me to catch my son in a lie. Was I concerned about his wife or me? Can't really answer that! I know he is not happy about his sex life at home. But I do know that bitch aggravates me every time I see her. She always speaks to me but I ignore the bitch.
Anyway, we have lunch together and he takes me to the stores whenever I need to go. We go a short distance to a truck stop to eat. My son seems to know every waitress by her first name. He says he's not screwing any of them. I will not deny that I'm interested in who he is screwing, other than his wife.
I've got a boyfriend that comes down to see me occasionally but he's really a pain in the ass, always wanting to screw. He can't keep it up with a rubber on, and because of heart problems can't take any pills. His fingers are numb and his fingering me leaves me wanting. I always have to take care of myself later on.... days later usually after he leaves of course.
No. I don't really care whether he comes to see me or not. But the money flows free when he is here and he buys me things. He takes me, Sean and family out to dinner often. A good guy, I suppose.
Do I remember back when? Of course I do. Far away from my son it was not hard to ignore the things that happened in the apartment. But remember he would come to visit me. It always gave me a chance to renew our alliance, if we had an alliance. After he married, he often brought his family, but often he would be alone. In fact, he visited me alone a year before I moved down here. So, definitely yes, I remember well. Did I preform for him? You damn right!
He recently told me he had a vasectomy. Then told me when Suzy stopped the pill. I have to admit that got the imagination running wild. That was the biggest concern you know. In the beginning, I never considered incest but things change and his telling me about his vasectomy might be more than casual conversation.
If he watched all that time, one would think he'd want to screw me.
Sean
Mom moved to Virginia to be close to me and my family? She called about eight months ago wanting me to find her an apartment. A good idea, I suppose. Mom has never gotten along with Suzy very well but she would be living across town..... it wouldn't be like she was living next door or across the street. She doesn't drive even!
It's working out good. I got mom a nice apartment, on the eighth floor, a great view and I see her at least once a week.
Yes. Having her 400 miles closer and seeing her more often has caused a lot of old memories to surfaced.... desires to become stronger. She is still a sensuous woman. She walks continuously and is in real good shape for her age. I checked her bed stand for her toys and she still has a few. Yes, I guess you could say I'm still spying on her. I guess you could say I still harbor a bit of jealousy when one of those old codgers in her apartment building looks at her..... I tell her I'd like to knock them on their ass. She just laughs at me.
My jealousy? Her jealousy is maddening. She's always accusing me of fucking, Betty, in apartment 2A. I know a lot of people and every time I call a woman by her first name mom assumes I'm fucking her. She doesn't believe that I have known Betty for a long time and that she has a nickname of "pincushion" because she will fuck anyone, man or woman, who will jump in the sack with her. I assure you I'm not one of them. They do say she is a good piece of ass.
I told mom that I had a vasectomy. I don't know what I expected her to say. She did ask me if Suzy was giving more pussy. Yes, I might've said something over the years about how bad my married sex life was.
What do I think about incest? With pregnancy out-of-the-way, I think it could be a plus... for the right people in the right situation. But maybe I've been conditioned to think that way whether mom knows it or not.
Lauren
I made a special dinner that night. Suzy had gone to see her mother with the kids for a couple of days. He offered to take me out to eat but I declined. I had thought about it a lot and I intend to go through with it or be rejected and embarrassed. But what the hell!
I discarded my jeans. I thought my favorite wool-blended, straight-lined skirt would give my body a good outline. My red cotton sweater makes my boobs look a little larger. I know, red heeled shoes were a bit out of place but they are not that high and I wanted to look especially good. Hell, I even put on a good amount of makeup.
He may me a bit mad when he asked if I was going on a date. He told me that wool would be a bit warm for a summer night. Said he was teasing when I asked him why he thought it was strange that I would want to dress up for my son and that the air-condition made the skirt quite comfortable.
No, I didn't know exactly what I was going to do. I guess I hoped that my dressing up would be enough to get things rolling. Us alone, me dressed to the hilt.
I managed to keep the conversation moving, asking him about work, his wife's trip and such. But I really miscalculated because I didn't know of a damn thing to do after we finished dinner. I told him that I didn't need any help cleaning up. But I was a little relieved when he eventually offered to dry the dishes.
We were standing side by side, me washing, him drying, and he commented on my attire again. I told him I thought he might like to see me wear something other than my jeans. He joked that here he was with his wife out of town and a good-looking woman standing next to him. I wasn't going to miss the opportunity and it took all of the brazen I could muster, but I told him that I was thinking the same thing.
And then I threw all caution to the wind and asked him about the little scratch on the window. All of the pondering and suspicion was wiped away when he told me, yes, he had spied on me. Then, he asked me to forgive him. I told him in the sweetest voice I could that there was nothing to apologize for and that I had performed for him. I told him that maybe I should be the one apologizing. I asked him did he know that I had spied on him quite often. He was quite surprised which made me laugh.
I turned to the counter, dividing the kitchen from the living room, to place a platter there on the counter. I felt his nearness behind me and I heard him tell me that wanted to be than a spy. I told him I wanted him to be more too.
His hands wrapped around the front of me as he cupped my breasts and kissed me on the neck. I remained passive, enjoying the caressing and fondling of my tits.
I willingly raised my arms as he lifted the sweater up over my head. He then unsnapped by bra and I slipped it off, dropping it to the counter. Things were rolling fine!
Sean
Mom was a good cook and I was wondering what I was going to eat while Suzy was away. So when mom called and invited me to dinner, I figured it would take care of one meal.
I let myself in the apartment with my key and found her by the stove in the kitchen. She turned to welcome me. She looked like a high-priced hooker and I was totally awed by her unnatural appearance. I could tell that the joke I made did not sit well with her. I could scarcely take my eyes off of her as she moved repeatedly from the kitchen to the little dining table in the living room. I offered to help but she just told me to sit down.
As we ate I was practically speechless, luckily mom kept up a lively conversation, with me only having to answer questions. Never one to watch people work alone I offered to help clean up only to be told to relax. I offered to dry the dishes and she reluctantly tossed me the towel.
Again, I chuckled and try to say something comical.... something about my wife being out of town and a gorgeous woman next to me. Her answer did not sound as comical.... she was having the same thoughts and said as much.
I was honestly not ready for the question she would ask me about spying. There was only one answer and I gave it. I don't know why as I should have known that if she asked the question she probably knew the answer, but without time to realize that, I just apologized. Then, she laughed, and followed up with an even more amazing question. It never occurred to me that she would use the little scratch in the window to spy on me. She thought that was really funny.
She turned towards the counter to sit a platter down still laughing, which for some reason made me want to stop her laugher. I moved in behind her and reached up to cup her breast. Her laughing ceased and she became an instant statue, Giving me pause!
But, I kissed her neck I whispered that I did not want to be a spy anymore, hoping she would get the meaning. She did, as she answered the same and I wasted little time removing her sweater and bra as I wanted to seal the deal, so to speak... see how serious she really was.
Lauren
After all the attention my nipples were getting, they were tall and erect when Sean turned me around. When he took my nipple into his mouth, I thought I was going to faint. He was now fortyish. I couldn't think at the time but with my eyes closed I could imagine him at 19. He alternately took each nipple in his mouth suckling on it tenderly but hungrily. All I could do was to put my hands on the counter and push my chest out for him to devour.
Call it brain dead, I suppose, I've been accused of being a Drama Queen, but I asked him what his wife would think if she knew what he was doing. He practically spit out my nipple and looked at me and asked if I had let him get so far so I could tell his wife. Without hesitation, I informed him that I wasn't going to tell her a damn thing! He asked me if I thought a mother and son spending quality time together was wrong and who would know what was done behind a locked door. I forget the words I spoke but I instantly agreed and apologized for uttering such a stupid question.
Sean
Bringing my wife into the equation, as I sucked her tit, nearly stopped by heart, I was tempted to storm out of the apartment. But I thought quick and countered with questions of my own. She agreed it was a distracting question.
Back on track, I reached to undo the button on her skirt, unzipped the zipper, and squatted to remove her shoes and pull the skirt down. She lifted each leg clear. I placed my hands on her ample hips, placed my nose into her crotch and took a deep breath. I have often told my wife that I could detect her scent if she was standing in a line of 10 women. My mother's scent was delightful. I stood up and she asked me if she could see it.... my cock. I could have just unzipped my pants but I instead kicked my shoes off, never wearing socks in the summer, and undressed below my waist. I stood before her briefly with my rock hard cock peeking out from under my shirt before moving closer. Mom reached to toy with my cock with her fingers briefly before wrapping her hand around it and squeezing it tightly.
Lauren
I thought it so odd when Sean stuck his face into my crotch and breathed in deeply. I was hungry to see and touch his cock and I asked him to show it to me. It was hard. Oh, so hard! And it was warm. The domed head was darker than the rest of the shaft.
I cradled his balls and he asked me if I would like to go to the bedroom. I muttered something and he took my hand and led me through the living room, down the short hall, to my bedroom. As he finished removing his clothes, I looked to my left out of the near wall length, 2 foot wide, window adjacent to my bed, noting that it was raining. I moved topless to the window, not concerned about being seen on the eighth floor, and commented on the light rain, the streetlights and how they made the blacktop shine and how romantic it was. He came up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and agreed that it was very romantic. I could feel his cock poke me in the rear.
Sean
There were a dozen places in the apartment that I could have fucked her... I wanted to fuck her standing right there at the counter, but something told me that the proper place to consummate our new found relationship would be in the bedroom. I suggested such and led her to the bedroom. Her comments on the rain and lights and how romantic it was showed a side of mom that I didn't know really existed. She could have been a virgin about to give up her treasure for the first time. I felt the need to treat her as such.
Her panties were still on and I asked her if she still had that fantastic lavish bush. She told me sympathetically that it was not as thick as it was in her 40s, but I sould find out myself, which I took as an invitation to remove her panties. I turned her around and slipped her panties down squatting as I pulled them down her legs. I had no problem assuring her that her bush was still lavishly forested and the prettiest thing I have ever seen. I could not help myself and I pushed my nose into her forest, taking in a deep sniff.
I kissed her softly and maneuvered her gently to the bed. Hell yes! I wanted to jump on her and fuck her brains out, but I felt the need for refrain. I rolled her to her belly and concentrated my attention on all my favorite part of a woman's anatomy... her ass... and mom had a great ass. I nibbled. I licked. I lightly bit and I ran my tongue up the crack of her ass. Her moans left little doubt that it was pleasurable for her. I worked my way up, placing many kisses on her back and neck, giving her a substantial backrub as I worked my way back down. I rolled her to her back.
Lauren
No one, and I mean no one, ever treated my body with such loving tenderness. My body was quivering as he tenderly bit my buttocks. I think my ass lifted 6 inches off the bed when his tongue slid up the crack of my ass. And the backrub! He would definitely be doing that more. When he turned me over, I was sure he was going to mount me. I was unsure whether I should guide his cock into me or let him put it in. I lifted my legs and spread them wide... ready for him, but he placed his face, not on my hairy mound, but smack dab on my pussy. Surprised? You damn right! I had never had a man do anything like that! I was probably staring at him like he was crazy. But when I felt his tongue on my clit, amazed he was able to find it, I melted, telling him...
"Oh Lord, Sean! I've never felt anything so good."
I was just dumbfounded and just stared, running off at the mouth, between moans.
"Why are you doing that? How did you learn to do that? Right there! There! Don't move please don't move. I wish you could suck on my nipples at the same time. I wish I could get my hands on your cock. Your cock is so hard. No! Don't move!"
He moved! He pushed my legs back almost to my tits. I felt his tongue push into my pussy! Can you believe that! I thought it almost comical that there were so many times I pondered why I could not have his cock in me and here I was now with his tongue in my pussy as deep as he could push it, and my ass thrusting against his face to get it deeper.
Yes, it passed my mind that he might want me to reciprocate. At the time, I didn't think my mouth was large enough. I was wrong. But it wasn't easy and I gagged a lot at first, but that's another story.
After a good tongue screwing, he went back to my clit. I loved his hands cradling my ass.
I have to admit I was getting a bit tired holding my head up watching him eat my pussy, so I just dropped my head back to the pillow and played with my tits when I wasn't pulling at his hair or ears. I was a lot harder on my nipples than Sean was. I pinched and pulled like I wanted to pull the bitches off.
The orgasm? Which one! The first one I thought my head was going to blow off. Luckily, I have found that my apartment is a very quiet one, so I doubt if anyone heard my old lady bellowing. If they had, the police might have been knocking on my door. The second one was milder and actually much nicer as it flowed over me and I think I shuddered from the tip of my toes to the top of my head.
And then, just as nonchalant as you please, he said he had pee and just left me lying there. I wanted his cock! I watched him standing there at the toilet relieving himself. He finished and began washing his cock in the sink. I thought it was quite courteous of him.
Yup! I have to admit that the two orgasms had simmered my passion somewhat and I had a moment of apprehension. But hey! This little puppy had gone too far to stop now. And I still wanted his cock in me.
Sean
I was in heaven. Mom was behaving as expected and I was doing what I enjoyed more than fucking.... I think. I'm a giver more than a taker. I did find it hard to breathe with all that fur around my nose! I find it comical that she was asking me questions that I couldn't possibly answer at the moment. I wondered if I should tell her about the older woman I had met, shortly after leaving Long Island, in an X-rated movie one evening. A married woman, who took me to her exquisite home and taught me a good many things... eating pussy at the top of the list.
My, my, did mother come. She sounded like a wounded animal and her ass bucked like shot with an arrow in the hindquarters. She didn't ask for me to come up so I just continued lapping on that clit. She seemed content enough and was soon lost in sexual delirium, shaking her head from side to side and moaning softly. It took her quite a while to reach orgasm the second time and I had to pee like a racehorse. I hated to leave her like that, very much aware that she could have second thoughts, no longer in animal lust, hormones diminished, you know what I mean. All this was incest wasn't it!
Lauren
He came back to bed and I accepted him between my legs just as natural as could be. Calmer though like we had been screwing for years. Just as natural, I reached for his cock, which was just as hard as ever, and placed it to my hole. A coarse word? Trust me, it's a hole. A cock is not square, now is it?
I didn't request him to be gentle, didn't want him to be gentle, to be honest. Somewhere between him leaving the bathroom and covering the distance to the bed, I was again ready and willing.
Like I said earlier size isn't as much a factor as what a man does with it. And Sean was doing just fine. Getting it passed all that hair, regressing a time or two as he resized my pussy, my pussy muscles still being tight from orgasm. I finally felt his balls touch my ass. He cradled me in his arms as he started to pump into me and I felt lightheaded again. Nope! No rubber this time! Just bare cock! Breath taking!Sean
In the process of mounting her and cradling her, conscious to keep my weight off of her, she gripped my cock and placed it to her. She's gave a sharp yelp and I thought I had hurt her, figuring it had been a long time since she had any cock, but it turned out I had just snagged a little of her thick bush. She was wet, warm and tight and I took my acheving full penetration. I, then, fucked her slowly, enjoying the moment and her soft moans. It was a leisurely and lengthy fuck, with our moans and grunts filling the room, and then she started talking.
"You like my pussy, Sean? I can imagine what you might have been thinking watching me through that little scratch. Once I discovered it and started playing with you, I imagined you were in there jerking your cock. You wanted to screw me didn't you? You wanted in the worst way to come in my pussy, didn't you? I wanted to give you my pussy but I couldn't back then. But now we can screw anytime you want. I want you to screw me a lot, at least once a week."
"Yes!" She continued. "Harder, sugar! Stick it deep!
Mom started to get aroused by her own banter and her ass was now thrusting with my increased rhythm, as her banter had indeed simulated my own mind. I moved my hands to grip her ass, locking her in tight.
"You like screwing your mother? Being a motherfucker?" She said the word like it was alien to her.
"You like your son's cock?" I queried, after giving a lengthy affirmative answer to her questions. "Are you going to let me come in you? Let my cum fill your belly?"
Lauren
Hell! The talking, the banter, was the only thing keeping me going. I was exhausted but I wasn't going to renege one bit on giving my son a good screwing. When he moved his hands to my ass, it gave me a bit of a reprieve as I did not have to keep up the thrusting. But I kept trying! I don't think his cock pulled out of me more than a half an inch as tight as he had me locked against him. I felt like he was trying to push his cock up to my belly button.
"I want your cum in me! Give it to me now! Damn you, give it to me now! Every drop!" I demanded.
I was very much aware of his breathing and I felt that he was near. As an incestous mother, I was not going to be happy until I had his warm, milky white semen in my belly. I soon felt his cock jerk once, twice, three times along with a loud groan.
Sean
Her banter really did a job on me but I think we both really wanted to consummate our intimacy and coming in her was the ultimate consummation. After I shot my load, I have to admit I felt a bit sheepish and hesitated releasing her. I was reluctant to look her in the eye. I couldn't help but laugh out loud when she whispered in my ear that she had to pee. My apprehension dissolved and I released her, pulling my still somewhat erect cock out of her, letting her up.
I followed her into the bathroom and watched her relieve herself. She asked me if I was having fun.... watching her.
"Do you watch Suzy pee?"
"When she'll let me"
"You won't have to worry about that with me."
She wiped herself numerous times, then, pulled the curtain back on the bathtub, stepped in, adjusted the water and squatted. She began to wash her pussy. And I began to wash my cock in the sink again, all the while eyeing her.
"I can see you really like this." Mom observed,scrubbing her lathered rich pussy, eyeing me with a smile.
"The most sensuous thing in the world!"
After mom finished wash her pussy, We enjoy a shower together.
I spent the night and we fucked in the early morning before I left for work.