Biff spent the next few days in a horny fever. All he thought about was that long-forgotten episode when he saw Marge jerking off and about talking to her on the phone.
That chicks jerk off at all was a revelation to the boy. That he had forgotten all about seeing Marge jerk off was interesting, too. And Biff was amazed at how much fun it had been jerking off while talking on the phone to that lusty lady.
Most of all, though, Biff concentrated on the memory of standing outside Marge's room and watching her engaged in that mysterious practice.
Thinking as hard as he could about every detail pf that scene, Biff had to admit that he didn't remember exactly how her naked body had looked. It was hard to know what he had remembered and what his own mind was now supplying.
But he would never forget how her hand had moved so vigorously at her cunt while her other hand cradled one tit. The sounds, those strange moans, he would never forget either.
Over and over Biff recreated the scene in his head as he jerked off. But every time he replayed it, he seemed to get farther away from the actual memory. It was becoming more like all his other fantasies.
Then another interesting thing happened.
Biff remembered that he hadn't told his mother about Marge's call. They were having dinner a few days after the call when something occurred to Biff.
It was just he and his mother – his father had died when Biff was small. Biff and his mother got along very well. They didn't keep many secrets from each other. So Biff was surprised at how funny he felt about telling his mother about Marge's call.
Maybe it was because he had jerked off while talking to Marge, or because of his memory about seeing the woman jerk off. Biff didn't know. But he felt that he wanted to keep that conversation a secret.
He finally did tell his mother, though. And when he did, he found that his prick was hard and throbbing, just as it had been when he heard Marge's voice on the phone.
"Gee, I haven't seen her in so many years," Biff's mother, June, said. "How is she doing?"
"Good, I guess," Biff said.
"I think I'll call her back," June said. "It would be fun talking to her after all this time."
The idea of his mother and Marge getting together and reviving their friendship excited Biff. He would love to see Marge, too.
After Biff told his mother about Marge, he began to wonder again about chicks and jerking off. If Marge jerked off, maybe his mother did too!
But the thought of his own mother tickling her pussy until she writhed and moaned was too much for Biff. He couldn't imagine it. Still, his mother was a fairly young woman – she was thirty-six. She did go out with men and she stayed out very late, but she didn't go out that often. So she must get horny, Biff reasoned.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. It took all his imaginative powers, but he was finally able to picture his mother with her fingers in her cunt. He could imagine her face flushed with passion as she brought herself to a climax.
So June replaced Marge in Biff's sexual fantasies for a while.
It wasn't long before Biff was no longer satisfied with dreaming about his mother jerking off. He did something about it.
When his mother wasn't at home, he roamed around her room looking for ways he could spy on her. He raised her window shade an inch while she was in the shower one evening. If she didn't notice that it had been raised, he might be able to peek in at her, he thought.
Biff went into the living room while his mother finished her shower. He could hear the water running, and be couldn't help thinking about how that water was striking his mother's naked, tender flesh.
By the time the shower was turned off, Biff was vibrating with horny hope.
His mother would be drying herself, he thought. Then she would go into her room and get ready for bed. But would she notice that the shade wasn't quite all the way down?
Shaking with lust, Biff slipped out the front door. His brain reeled at the thought of what he might see. He also thought about the chances of his mother leaving the shade where it was and about what he would say to her if she caught him outside her window.
But the most important thing in Biff's mind was the possibility of seeing his mother jerk off.
He went to the back of the house where his mother's bedroom window was. He could see light pouring out from beneath her shade. His heart pounded.
Walking slowly, quietly, Biff moved toward the window. He could hear his own frantic breathing and soft footsteps in the grass.
By the time he got to the window, he was mesmerized with lust. He found that he could see clearly into the room. He had to look up slightly, but he calculated that he would have no trouble seeing anything that might happen in the room.
His mother was nowhere in sight. She must still be in the bathroom, Biff figured. But she would be there soon. Then she would either pull down the shade or leave it up and give Biff a good show. She might not jerk off. But just seeing her naked body would be quite a treat for Biff.
Suddenly, June walked into the room. Biff tensed his muscles. If his mother noticed the shade, he was ready to bolt. And if she didn't, he was ready to enjoy a fabulous experience.
June was wearing her blue robe. It was tied at the waist, but as she ran a towel through her long, blonde hair, Biff could see the tops of her tits moving inside the robe.
He knew that his mother had big tits. In fact, he had admired them whenever she moved around and they jostled in her clothing. But he hadn't really seen them since he was a little kid. In those days they were just a funny part of her body. Now tits were among the mast important things in the world to the boy.
So far, June hadn't noticed the window shade. She was still drying her hair.
As she dried her hair, she walked around the room. She would pick something up from the floor, hang something up in the closet, or move things around on the top of her dresser.
As she moved around the room, she gave her son various views of her robed body. And the views were exciting to the peeping boy at the window. He saw his mother's wide ass moving inside her robe. When she bent to pick something up, she would give Biff a quick glimpse inside the top of the robe. Once Biff was sure he saw her entire tit.
But this was nothing out of the ordinary. Biff had seen all this without having to peek in his mother's window.
June finally threw the towel down on her chair. In another second, she had untied the belt of the robe and slipped it off. She stood absolutely naked in the middle of the room.
Biff was frozen with excited passion. His eyes bulged from his head. His prick strained the material of his jeans.
June was gorgeous. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, almost reaching her large, firm tits. It was on those big tits that Biff first fixed his gaze.
He hadn't remembered how big his mother's tits really were. They were round, too, like ripe melons. And a large brown nipple crowned each one.
Biff's eyes moved down his mother's body. Below her tits, her stomach looked flat and smooth. Her belly-button punctuated that creamy area.
Then Biff's gaze settled into the triangle of golden hair at June's crotch. He tried to see the lips of her pussy, but he couldn't. Those golden curls hid the real treasure. But Biff was so excited that the sight of his mother's cunt lips couldn't have added much. He was on the verge of exploding already.
But when June began to walk toward the dresser, Biff was given a truly beautiful sight. He saw how the heavy tits on his mother's chest rose and fell with her steps. He realized how clothing had held his mother's tits, preventing them from bouncing.
Now June was standing in front of her mirror, just as Marge had been years before when Biff saw her jerk off. Did women often jerk off in front of their mirror? Would June jerk off now?
If she was going to jerk off, she showed no sign. June lifted a container from the dresser. She opened it and poured something into her hand.
Biff was seeing his mother in profile now. He put his fingertips on the window sill to steady himself. He was trembling.
Biff studied his mother's naked body. He could see how her ass sagged just a bit. The cheeks being large and round, naturally they would be heavy. And from this angle, he could also see that his mother's tits sagged a bit too. But pot enough to detract from their beauty. They sagged just enough to make the boy wonder what it would be like to lift one of those tits in his hand.
June rubbed her hands together. Then she brought her hands to her chest above her tits. She began massaging herself with the liquid she had poured from the bottle.
"H-h-h-h-h-h," Biff heard himself gasp as his mother moved her hands down to her tits.
As she massaged them with the cream, she lifted them and pressed them. The supple flesh of her tits flowed around her massaging hands in a way that Biff had trouble believing.
Biff had given a few girls a feel. But it had always been through their clothing. He had had no experience with an unleashed tit. So the sight of his mother giving hers a good workout was astonishing.
Finally, June dropped her tits and rubbed her belly. Biff noticed how her tits quivered as she let them go.
This was really something. But Biff was still aware of his desperation. As wonderful as it was to watch his mother handling her tits, Biff was consumed with the desire to hold them, squeeze them, suck them.
June finally stopped massaging herself. She gave her tummy a few slaps as she examined herself in the mirror. Then she turned sideways and ran her hand down her stomach.
Biff, even in his wild excitement, could see that his mother was concerned about how she looked. And he wished he could tell her that he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Then June grabbed her tits again. This time, she lifted them slightly while watching in profile. Biff knew that she was worried about them beginning to sag. But he was still hoping his mother would give him the ultimate show – he hoped she would jerk off.
But it was not to be.
June bent down and opened one of her drawers. As she bent, Biff saw how her huge tits hung from her chest. Again, he couldn't help wondering how it would feel to lift one of those pendulous tits.
When June stood up, she was holding a pink, shimmering garment in her hands. Slipping her hands into it, she lifted it over her head. In another second, the garment slithered down her body. Now she was hidden from the prying eyes at the window.
Over her gown she put on the robe again. Then she left the room.
Biff was left at the window, gasping and trembling. His prick was so swollen it was stretching the denim of his pants.
"Biff," June called inside the house. "Biff?"
Biff couldn't answer her now. Even if he could catch his breath and talk, he couldn't face his mother now.
Moving as quickly as he could under the circumstances, Biff went into the garage and got into his mother's car. He bared his prick and jerked off with as much energy as he could. With the vision of his naked mother still burning in his brain, he fired a huge load of hot cum.
Biff remained in the car a long time. It took quite a while for him to calm down enough to go into the house and face his mother.
"Where were you?" June asked when Biff strolled into the room.
"Down at the pizza joint," he said as evenly as he could.
"Well, I wish you would tell me where you're going," June said. "I get worried when you disappear."
"You were in the shower when I left," he explained. "I didn't think you could have heard me."
"Leave a note then," June said.
"OK," Biff said. "Uh, I think I'll go to bed. Good night."
June said goodnight, and Biff hurried to his room.
Before going to sleep that night, the poor kid had to jerk off twice more. The image of his mother's naked body burned behind his closed eyelids.
But Biff wasn't the only one masturbating that night. When June slipped between her sheets and had turned off the light, her hand crept down her belly to her furry cunt.
Biff had guessed right about his mother. She did have her horny times. And it wasn't unusual far her to tickle her clit until she squirmed with ecstasy before dropping off to sleep. But as long as she did it between her sheets in the dark, there was no hope of Biff witnessing the event.