Susan threw a robe around her and followed her son.
"Ben, can I come in?" she asked, knocking on his door.
He didn't answer, but Susan opened his door anyway. He was sitting on the edge of his bed. Susan could see he was hurt by the sight of her in bed with Clark.
"I'm sorry," she said walking towards him.
"There's no reason to be sorry," Ben said.
"Well, I guess you're right. But I know it's hard for you to find me in bed with Clark. He just showed up today. I didn't even know he was in town."
As Susan looked at her son, she saw his father, Ted. The boy looked very much like his father. He was almost as tall as Ted.
He had his father's blond hair and fine features.
"It can be very lonely being a widow," she said. "And Clark likes me, Ben. He really does. And he liked you too."
"That's nice," Ben said. "It's your business, Mom. I don't want to stop you from doing what ever you want."
"It hasn't been easy since your father died, for either of us. But we have to do the best we can," Susan said. "How would you like to go out to dinner? Clark has to go now anyhow."
The boy didn't say anything. Susan wrapped her arms around his head and held him to her tits. Then she told him to put on a tie and get ready to go out.
Susan went back to her room. Clark was almost dressed.
"I hope he isn't going to be mad at me," Clark said.
"No. But he's been moody ever since Ted died. He'll be all right. But you'd better leave."
"I'll call you tomorrow," Clark said.
He kissed Susan good-bye and left.
Ben and Susan went to dinner, but they didn't talk about Clark. Susan brought his name up a few times. She could see that Ben wasn't in the mood to discuss the subject though. She asked him why he came home from his boarding school again. But he didn't want to talk about that either. They ate in virtual silence.
When they got home, Ben went right to his room. He did feel bad about Clark showing up in his mother's bed, but he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was so horny, he thought. His own horniness was somehow easier to bear if he knew his mother was horny too.
And, of course, there was his fantasies about her. He knew that a kid couldn't fuck his own mother, but he could dream. And Clark had spoiled his dreams. How could he imagine himself in his mother's bed if there was someone else there already?
As he lay there, Ben was listening for the sounds that would indicate that his mother was going to take a bath. That was when he went into action.
Their building was an old one. Its massive stone and plaster was beginning to crack and crumble in certain places. Ben found one of those places between the bathroom and the wall of his bedroom closet.
Maybe that's why he came home. His school was for boys only, and there wasn't even a chance to catch a peek of a naked chick there.
He lay on his bed with his cock twitching in his pants. But he didn't want to jerk off without the sight of his mother in the tub to make it a really good climax. He hadn't jerked off for three days so when he peeked at his mother he could shoot a gallon and feel the tremendous pleasure of release.
When he finally heard the bathroom door close, he jumped. He must have been even hornier than he thought, because he could never remember shaking so violently before.
He went into his closet and closed the door. In the dark, the jagged crack glowed warmly. Moving a box under the crack, he stepped up on it so he could reach that vantage point.
It took a second for his eye to focus through that narrow fissure. But then the bright bathroom could be seen. His mother was sitting on the toilet. The sound of her own water hitting the water in the toilet came through the crack along with the sight.
By now, Ben's prick was pressing painfully against his pants. The toilet faced the wall with the crack, and his mother was still wearing the robe. He could see her furry cunt between her legs as she held the robe open around her waist.
Take a bath, take a bath, Ben said to himself as though he could convey the idea to his mother. He didn't know if he should start jerking off now while her cunt was in sight, or wait until he had a better view, if there would be a better view.
When Susan stood, the robe dropped around her, covering her cunt. The toilet flushed. Ben watched, holding his breath in suspense. When his mother went to the door and opened it, he could have cried.
He went to his bed and lay down. He might as well jerk off now, he thought, while the memory of her taking a piss was fresh in his brain.
With his cock in his hand, Ben began thinking about his mother sitting on the toilet. Just as he began pumping, though, there was a knock at his door. Before answering, he tried to stuff his stiff prick back into his pants.
"Yeah?" he called when he had his prick put away.
The door opened and his mother's head appeared.
"I'm going to take a bath," she said. "I just wondered if you were going out."
"No, I'm not going out."
Susan smiled at her son and closed the door. Now Ben was more excited than ever. He slipped off his bed and went back into the closet. It was a good thing he didn't jerk off prematurely, he thought.
The crack lit up again as Susan switched on the bathroom light. He saw her close the door, then take off her robe in almost the same instant. He took in the sight of her naked beauty. If he had been hot before, now he was on fire.
He watched his mother put on her shower cap, lifting her arms to tuck her long hair into it. Her tits rose with her arms. Ben watched those heavy globes. Her nipples were soft now, as big as silver dollars. He tried to imagine holding the tits. It would take both his hands just to surround one of them, it seemed.
When Susan dropped her arms, her tits wobbled for a second. The mirror she was gazing into was on the same wall as the crack Ben was peering through. That meant he had a good view of her tits, but he couldn't see her cunt.
When she stepped away from the sink, her cunt was visible for a second. Then she bent over the tub and turned on the water. With her cunt out of sight again, Ben focused on her tits again.
Now those jugs were hanging off her chest like the water balloons the guys at school liked to throw at each other. Ben couldn't figure out how her tits could hang so low when she bent over, yet stick out so much when she stood. He would like to find out, though.
He imagined what it would feel like to lift one of those tits in his hand. He found that it was hard to imagine, but he would have given his life to try it.
With the sound of the water filling the tub covering his own sounds, Ben pulled out his prick again. He held it, but waited for a better view before he started pumping. He watched his mother's ass in profile, hoping to get a glimpse of her cunt sticking out behind her as she knelt at the tub. No such luck, however.
He knew that when she was in the tub, she would be facing him. That's when the really good views were to be seen.
Susan turned off the water, stood, then stepped into the tub. Ben could tell by the way she eased herself into the water that it was hot. She made a funny face as her ass submerged.
As she leaned back in the tub, she unknowingly put her body on display for the boy watching on the other side of the wall. Her tits floated slightly. Through the clear water, her hairy pussy could be plainly seen.
Ben began to move the loose skin of his prick back and forth. But he would save his orgasm for when his mother lifted her legs from the tub to wash her thighs. Sometimes he managed to get a glimpse of pink gash then.
Usually, Susan picked up a bar of soap and rubbed it over her tits. But this time, she was just lying there staring at the wall. Ben wondered what she was thinking about. But he was mainly concerned with the excitement her body was giving him.
In the white tile bathroom, his mother's body seemed pink and warm. Her dark nipples and pubic patch were islands of erotic color. Ben would have gladly drunk that bathwater for whatever essence of that woman it contained.
Then Susan did something unusual. Her hands went to her tits without the soap. Instead, she took her tits into her hands with firm fingers. Ben could see that she was squeezing them tightly.
She must be thinking about Clark, Ben thought. He wished he could see her thoughts. They would probably be better than the sight he was watching now – not that there was anything wrong with watching his naked mother holding her tits.
Susan looked down at her tits. Her hands slipped beneath the globes and lifted them slightly. As they broke the surface of the water, Ben noticed that the nipples were now puckered into tight knots.
Ben had never seen anything like this before in all the times he had watched his mother bathe. His cock was jerking crazily with longing as he watched. The sound of his frantic breathing filled the closet.
But when Susan lifted one tit higher, then lowered her face to it, Ben really went wild. His mother was playing with herself, just as he was.
The thought was almost too fantastic to believe.
Susan stuck out her tongue and touched an erect nipple. Ben could see her tongue moving around that knot of flesh. He never thought a chick would suck her own nipple. It was a good lesson for him.
He couldn't resist pumping his prick with that kinky sight to watch. But he hoped the show would get even better. He wanted to see his mother play with her cunt. He got his wish.
Ben felt his body vibrate with intense lust as Susan reached for her cunt. Her fingers slid down her belly and into her pubic hair. Ben strained his eye watching her wrap her fingers around that mound while her legs sagged open farther.
He could just barely see the crack. His mother's fingers rubbed over the furry patch without entering it. But Ben knew she was going to heat up. Didn't he caress and squeeze his prick before beginning to pump it? He knew she wouldn't be able to stop now until she did a real job on herself.
The older guys at school talked about how chicks jerked off. But not many of them had actually witnessed the sight. As his peering eye traveled from her tit sucking to her cunt rubbing, Ben began to feel dizzy with passion.
As Susan rubbed her cunt, her finger tips began to line up along the crack. Then they began to enter it. Ben could see how the hairy lips parted.
He caught a glimpse of the pink lining of the snatch, but her fingers made it impossible to study that mysterious region.
Susan's body tensed. Her grip on her tit tightened and her fingers in her cunt pressed harder. Ben knew about the little button a woman had in her cunt and how it would drive her wild when it was rubbed. He guessed that his mother had just touched that button.
Ben struggled to keep his prick-pumping slow. He wanted to wait until his mother was in the same condition as he before shooting his load. And she was getting there.
He could tell how soft and plump her mound was by the way it wiggled around her diddling fingers. She seemed to be rubbing her cunt near the top of the crack. But then her hand went farther between her thighs. Her legs spread wider.
Now her whole, body was shaking and rocking. Ben could hear water being splashed. He saw his mother drop the tit she had been sucking. The heavy globe splashed as it hit the water.
Ben had never dreamed that a chick could get so wild while jerking off. But his mother was going through more violent gyrations than he ever had when he masturbated.
Lying back, Susan concentrated all her effort on her cunt. Her tits rolled around on her chest with the vigorous motion of her clit massage. She lifted her legs to the rims of the tub, spreading her crotch wider.
Ben was pumping his prick faster now, but he was still trying to pace himself. He saw his mother reach her other hand into her crotch. As she continued rubbing her clit, she stuck the middle finger of her other hand up her twat.
With both hands working on her cunt, Susan had obscured the view of it, but the total picture was unbelievable. Ben felt his gism rushing through his cock. Then, with a blinding flash of ecstasy, he came.
He stood there firing gism at the wall in front of him. But he kept his eye at the crack. He didn't want to miss a second of the fabulous sight of his mother's writhing body. Even though he'd come first, his interest didn't flag in the least.
In fact, his cock didn't even get soft. As soon as he had run out of gism, he could feel his balls struggling to manufacture more.
Susan was on the verge of coming now, the boy could see. Water was leaping out of the tub as she thrashed around. Both her hands were moving swiftly and vigorously in her crotch; one rubbing, the other pumping. With some fingers on her clit and her tunnel, she was able to give herself a powerful climax.
"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-h!" she wailed.
The sound coming through the crack made Ben grab his prick again. He thought he had a pretty good imagination, but he had never imagined anything like this.
Susan tried to keep her teeth clamped together so she wouldn't make too much noise. But her ecstasy was too much to contain. As her orgasm descended, her arms and legs began to jerk. Her body quaked. Then she was suddenly still.
Ben stared with his mouth hanging open. His prick was once again twitching in his hand. Watching his mother resting in the water, he began to slowly pump his cock again.
The boy stood there while his mother began bathing. All the while he stroked his prick. By the time she was finishing, he was squeezing a few more drops of gism from his tired cock. Then he staggered to his bed, too knocked out to watch his mother dry herself.
Lying on his back staring up at the ceiling, he thought about his horny rage. Watching his mother jerking off in the tub was incredibly exciting and his orgasm had been dynamite. But he was hornier than ever.
That crack was a Godsend, but he was thinking of another sort of crack – the warm, wet, hairy type. He would have to get at a cunt or he would [missing text].