Janice was getting out of her car the next afternoon. She had bundles in her arms as she swung one foot from the open door.
She looked up, still sitting in the seat, one leg out and the other in. The man from next door was waving to her. She smiled at him, but since her arms were filled, she could not wave back.
The man paused, looking at her. "Need some help?"
"No, thank you," she said, feeling a flush on her face. The skirt was high on her thighs, and Janice became aware that his eyes were gazing between her legs. His eyes were bold, unwavering.
For a long moment she sat there, frozen, knowing he could see the crotch of her panties. She could have drawn her foot back into the car, or stepped out completely. Yet she felt as if she had been rooted to the seat. Her flush deepened as the man continued to stare under her hiked-up skirt without a trace of shame.
With a shaking of her knees, she managed to get her other leg out and stand up. The skirt had caught on the door frame and pulled up. The man smiled with appreciation as her long, luscious thighs were exposed.
Furious, Janice jerked from the car, and heard a loud ripping sound. Her skirt had split. She held her bundles, not knowing what to do, face burning. Then, almost haughtily, she stomped to the front door, feeling his eyes on her exposed thighs and ass. What the man saw were those tantalizing thighs and the tightness of her bikini panties, the way her ass cheeks rippled as she walked. Without a backward glance, she entered her home and rushed to the kitchen.
Placing her bundles on the counter, Janice examined the damage to her skirt. Seeing the extent of the rip, she knew the man had seen her ass clearly. There was a sudden thrill, and her cunt pulsated. She was surprised at the sudden stab of pleasure in her body.
"Is that you, Mom?"
She looked up, holding her skirt.
Her son came into the kitchen, stopping suddenly with wide eyes. Again Janice was frozen. Her son stared at her, seeing her thighs and panties. Time seemed to have stood still for her, then she shoved the torn skirt down.
"Who else would be coming in without knocking?" she said, almost snapping at her son.
She detected a slight bulge in the front of his pants. With a shiver she realized it was what he had seen of her body that caused that bulge. Trying to hold the skirt together, she brushed past her son. Halfway down the hall, she turned and smiled.
"I'm sorry, honey," she said. "I didn't mean to sound so angry. I tore this damn dress getting out of the car, and it made me mad. I'm taking it out on you. I'm sorry."
She changed into a housedress and returned to put her purchases away.
Bobby tad gone off someplace, and she hoped he wasn't angry with her. She thought of the way his pants had bulged out as she stood with her skirt open, panties exposed. He had become excited, seeing her. Perhaps he could come, after all, she thought. If the sight of her exposure caused his cock to swell that way, maybe he was interested in girls, playing with his cock at night.
The thought excited Janice.
She began to hum and sing as she prepared dinner. By the time it was on the table, her son had returned.
They ate in silence, but Janice watched Bobby from the corner of her eyes. He seemed agitated, keeping his eyes from her body.
Later, after dark, she watched him go to his room after his nightly shower. He was in pajamas, and he had not kissed her good night as he usually did.
Perhaps he was embarrassed to have seen her that way, she thought. Or maybe he was embarrassed because his cock had become hard from seeing his mother's panties. Janice admitted to herself it had excited her, being seen by Bobby that way.
She bathed in the master bedroom, and then, placing a chair near the window in preparation of what would happen across the fence, she remembered she had left the television on in the living room. The movement in the lighted window next door caught her attention as she started from her bedroom. The girl was repeating her ritual of hair brushing. For a moment she almost decided to let the damn television go. Then she entered the hall and moved, quickly to the living room. She snapped the set off and started hurrying back down the hallway. Something caught her attention, a sound of some sort. It came from her son's bedroom. It sounded as if he were in pain, she thought.
His light was off. Opening his door quietly, she started to call out to Bobby. But he wasn't in his bed. She saw his shadowy figure near the window, and then she saw the girl across the fence.
Her son was watching.
Shaking with excitement, she had no idea her son had been seeing the same things she had. Her son stood there, his shoulders shaking in the dim light.
Hardly aware of what she was doing, Janice entered the room and walked up beside her son. She stood slightly behind him, hearing his heavy breathing as he gazed at the girl next door. The girl, so lovely with her honey blonde hair, was sitting on the bed with her slim legs wide, rubbing her cunt.
"Look, Mom," her son said, startling Janice.
"I see," she whispered. "How did you know I came in, honey?"
"I heard," he replied in a hoarse voice. "Look what that girl's doing."
"I know, Bobby. I've seen her do it before."
"You have? Me, too!"
Her son was excited, very excited. He didn't seem at all embarrassed about being caught looking.
Before she could stop herself, Janice said, "Do you like watching her?"
A soft groan came from her son. Shooting her eyes downward, she realized her son had his hand inside his pajamas.
She swayed toward her son, her shoulder brushing his. They stood side by side, watching, as the pretty blonde pulled the pillow beneath her naked body and started to fuck it.
"That excites you, don't it, Bobby?" she said in a very low, quivery voice.
"Yeah," her son grunted.
The urge to touch her son, put her hand on the front of his pajamas, feel his cock, was overwhelming. For a long moment she managed to resist, then she found her hand moving out. Whether Bobby knew what she was about to do or not, she didn't know. Both of them were gazing at the girl, seeing that tight, cute ass writhe and twist, heard the soft whimpers of pleasure coming across the fence.
Janice placed her palm against the front of her son's pajamas.
She heard Bobby gasp, but he didn't turn his head. She felt the roundness of his cock burning against her palm, and there was a wetness, too, but no movement. Then her son moved his hand. He's jacking off, she thought with a hot thrill. Bobby is jacking on his cock, and he can feel my palm against the head of his prick! I wonder if he would…
Janice moved her fingers, and Bobby turned loose of his cock. She closed her fingers about her son's prick through his thin pajama bottoms. She squeezed her son's cock.
Then Janice shoved her hand into his pajama bottoms, closing her hot hand around his prick. It was very, very hard, throbbing and quivering. She squeezed it hard enough to make her son gasp with delight. Then she moved her fist.
"Oh, Mom!" Bobby groaned, arching his hips forward as she slid her fist back and forth on his cock.
"Shhhhh!" she hissed. "You watch the girl… don't worry about what I'm doing. Just watch the girl with her pillow, darling."
The feel of his cock in her fist sent a ripple of erotic ecstasy shooting through her. Her knees became weak and her cunt twitched as if she were about to come. She traced her thumb over the smooth head of her son's cock, then smiled to herself in the darkness. There were slippery juices there on his piss hole.
Releasing his prick, she shoved her hand farther into his pajamas, fondling his balls. She found only a few hairs there. She caressed her son's balls for a while, then grasped his cock again. She jacked back and forth on it, feeling his body shake with delight. He kept his gaze on the girl next door, bracing himself on his windowsill while she pumped on his throbbing cock.
Janice shoved his pajama bottoms down, and ran her hand over his tight ass. Bobby was shivering and groaning with delight as she ran her hand over his tight ass. Scooting her other hand to his cock, she began to jack on it and caress his ass cheeks at the same time.
"You like to watch that girl, honey?" she murmured, stroking back and forth, with her fingers tightening and flexing. She cupped a cheek of his ass, digging her fingers into it. "Do you enjoy watching her, seeing her naked, doing that with the pillow?"
"Gosh, yes!" her son grunted.
"Keep watching her, darling," she whispered in a thick sound. "You just keep watching her."
Janice knew what she was doing, but the compulsion was strong, too strong for her to resist. She began to sink to her knees, still clasping her son's ass cheek in one hand and his cock in the other. While Bobby stared at the girl fucking her pillow, Janice pressed her hot lips to her son's hip, kissing it moistly. With the contact of his flesh against her hot, wet lips, something flared inside her mind. She pulled at Bobby's hips, and then her face was level with his thrusting cock.
"Keep watching the girl, darling," she hissed at him. Taking her son's hips in both hands now, Janice placed a hot kiss on the very tip of her son's cock. It was slippery. She tasted the dripping juices from her son's piss hole. A low, almost animal-like growl bubbled from her.
Her mouth opened.
The head of her son's cock was between her lips. Then, unable to stop herself, her lips closed about the head of her son's cock. She heard Bobby groan with pleasure, and his hips arched forward. Sliding her hands past his hips, she clutched at his tight ass, her fingers digging into the taut flesh. As her lips clung tightly and hotly to his cock, she flicked her tongue about his piss hole. The taste of him sent her mind into a reeling, erotic ecstasy.
With a loud whimper, Janice shoved her face forward. Her wet hot lips slid along her son's throbbing cock until they were pressed at the base. She felt his swollen cock head probe her throat, his precious balls against her chin. For a long moment, Janice was startled by what she had done, what she had in her mouth. But the ecstasy overcame any other thought.
Mewling, she began to suck on her son's cock. The way it throbbed, the intense hardness of it, sent a wild, intense ripple of pleasure down to her cunt. She began to come as her mouth devoured his prick with eager, hungry strokes. Her tongue licked wetly along the underside. His balls brushed at her chin. She felt her son holding her shoulders as he gasped in pleasure. She glanced up, his cock still stuffing her mouth. He was still staring out the window, which meant the girl was probably still fucking her pillow. Her son's cock throbbed powerfully inside her mouth, and Janice began to suck on it with a hungry frenzy.
Her fingers dug into his tight ass, pushing and pulling on him, trying to get her son to fuck her mouth. But her son stood rigid, letting her suck his cock. Janice sucked strong and vigorously, mewling, her tongue in constant motion. The taste of his dripping juices sent spasms through her cunt, and she swayed her ass with the hot orgasms that were coming one after the other.
Bobby's cock was so hard in her hot mouth. She ran one hand up and down his thigh as she sucked, the other hand clinging to his ass tightly. The moist sounds of her sucking mingled with his heavy breathing. She felt her son's cock throbbing more powerfully in her mouth.
"She's coming, Mom!"
The words struck her ears, making her suck furiously on her son's cock. Anticipation began to build in Janice. If her son could come, she wanted him to do so now. She wanted his cock to squirt into her mouth, flood it with the precious sweetness of his balls.
She sucked frantically.
She felt her son's hand resting on top of her head. His hips were shaking as she sucked furiously, her lips sliding back and forth on his throbbing cock hungrily. The pulsations of her son's cock against her tight, wet lips transmitted down her throat, racing downward, until her cunt was exploding with orgasms. Her hair was waving back and forth, her eyes closed, as she savored this taste of her son's cock. Her mouth felt stuffed, her lips stretched, and her mind was roaring with erotic ecstasy.
Her son grunted.
She tasted a gush of hot, foamy come juice. Janice mewled as his cock spurted again. Quickly, she pulled her lips back until she held only the swollen head between them, her tongue flicking rapidly about his spewing piss hole. She sucked hard as her tongue flapped about his smooth cock head, her mouth filling with the nectar of his sweet balls. She was trembling as she sucked, her tits swelling and the nipples pressing through the fabric of her gown against his shaking thighs. She clawed at his tight ass. When Bobby squirted one last discharge of come juice, Janice whimpered and swallowed, then pulled his prick deep into her burning mouth once again. She held him there, reluctant to let this delicious cock free.
Letting his prick slip from her mouth, she stood up, not looking at her son. She felt a twinge of guilt now that it was over. The taste of his come juice lingered in her mouth, sweet and pleasant.
"Have you seen her before?" Janice asked in a very low voice. "That girl there, I mean?"
"Yes, Mom," he replied, his voice shaky. "Almost every night."
Her son, seemed embarrassed about what happened, too. There were a few moments of heavy silence.
"Have you seen the man, Mom?"
She nodded. "Yes," she whispered. "I've seen him."
Again there was an uncomfortable silence. They were both still standing at the window, looking across the fence. The girl had drawn her knees underneath her body, her ass high in the air and pointed toward Janice and her son. Janice felt her hip come in contact with her son's body. He was still trembling. She drew her hip away.
She stood with her hands dangling at her sides, watching the girl across the way, but her mind was on her son. The girl was not as interesting to her as what she had just done with Bobby. She felt his hand move against hers, and then they were holding hands. She felt her son tighten his fingers against hers.
"There he is again, Mom."
Her eyes focused, and there was the man.
Again he was in jockey shorts. His hand was inside them, and it was obvious he was fondling his cock and balls. They stood side by side, squeezing hands as the man slipped his cock from the crotch of his shorts and began to jack off. He stood next to the bed tonight. Janice recalled that the man had gazed under her skirt as she sat in the car, and he had seen her pantied ass when her skirt had ripped. She wondered if he mentally used that as he jerked on his prick.
"Gosh, Mom," Bobby gasped. "He's got a big one, huh?"
Janice didn't know how to reply to that. Her eyes were fixed upon the man's prick, and she squeezed her son's hand. The excitement was gripping her again. Her cunt was bubbling wetly between her thighs.
Bobby pulled at his mother's hand. She gasped softly as he placed it upon the front of his body. His pajamas were still around his feet, and she found her son placing her palm against his cock and balls in a bold manner. Her fingers squeezed gently, rolling and tugging his balls and cock together as she felt him swell into hardness again.
As if mesmerized, Janice took her son's hand and pulled him toward the bed. Her cunt was about to melt, it was so hot.
Bobby came with her, uncomplaining.
She sat on his bed, with her son between her knees. Although the room was dark, she could see the dim haziness of his cock standing straight out. With a cry of mixed guilt and ecstasy, she wrapped her fingers about his prick and stroked back and forth.
His body was trembling again as Janice pulled her gown past her hips, bunching it about her waist.
No words passed between them as she lay back, spreading her legs wide. She guided her son between them, placed his cock against the hairy, steaming lips of her cunt. Closing her thighs against his, she felt her son shake almost violently. With the head of his cock at her puffy cunt, Janice took hold of his hips, then pulled him forward.
His cock slipped into her pussy.
"Ooooh!" Janice mewled softly when she felt her son's cock slide into her cunt.
Her body shuddered with the first penetration, and she held his hips so he could not eagerly thrust into her. Again she felt a momentary twinge of guilt. But the ecstasy of feeling his cock just inside her cunt over-rode the feeling. With her hands still on his hips, she pulled him forward again. His prick moved deeper, and she was mewling as her son's cock filled her burning cunt. When his balls brushed the creamy cheeks of her ass, Janice lifted her legs and pulled them to her tits, holding them there. Still without a word being said, she felt her son probing at her cunt with his cock. His movements were uncoordinated, inexperienced. But she held her knees tight against her tits, letting him learn. Soon, his cock was fucking into her greedy cunt with exuberant lunges. He was gasping as he fucked his mother, and Janice was whimpering with ecstasy.
There was no thought of the girl and man next door now. There was no thought of anything in her mind except her son's cock thrusting into her… his balls beating upon her uplifted ass. Janice raised her ass higher yet, arching it into him, wiggling it about, as her son began to fuck with more excitement.
Although she felt it was only her overheated imagination, Janice thought she could feel each ridge and groove of her son's strong cock with the sensitive lips of her hairy cunt. It throbbed and pulsated hotly inside her, going quite deep. She began to grind her ass about frantically as he placed his hands on the backs of her thighs, pumping and puffing hotly. The sounds erupting from her were the sounds of a woman experiencing intense ecstasy. Her cunt was going through a series of convulsions, her orgasms crashing one after the other. Her pussy was drawing tightly on her son's cock as he banged back and forth. The subtle muscles of her cunt sucked and chewed on his prick, her stomach rippling as she squirmed her ass about in a frenzy.
Both Janice and her son were too excited for it to last long. The excitement clutched them hotter and hotter as he plunged vigorously into her grinding cunt. The waves of tight, squeezing orgasms around Bobby's cock was too much at this time.
He grunted loudly, and save in to the urge to push.
With his cock deep inside her cunt, his body rigid, his face straining, Janice felt her son come off in her pussy. When the gushing heat of his come juice splashed into her, flooding the satiny, slippery walls of her pussy, she came in one final, mind-shattering orgasm.