Jeff was Janet's son, the product of her only other experience with sex. She'd been married when she was only a teenager, to a much older man. The marriage hadn't lasted long.
So, very reluctantly, she'd allowed Jeff's father to have custody of him. She had a long way to go before she could support the boy. She still had college, getting her teaching credentials, finding a good job. But she had visiting rights, and every summer Jeff came to stay with her. She hadn't missed a summer yet, and she didn't intend to.
Now she was dying to many Russ, frantic for more sex with him, but all that would have to wait. She intended to devote her whole summer to her son, as she always did. She'd just have to bury her needs again, go without sex, because no way was she going to be carrying on an affair with Jeff in the house. The wedding would have to wait, too. She couldn't be on a honeymoon plus give Jeff the attention he needed. She explained all this to Russ, and he had to agree, even though he was very disappointed.
"Well, I'll go with my original plans, then," he told her. "I'll spend the summer in Berkeley taking some refresher courses. I don't think I could stay in this town and keep my hands off you."
Janet was glad of his decision, because it was going to be equally hard for her to keep her hands off him. If he was still in town, she'd be tempted to sneak over to his place after Jeff was asleep and get the love-making she needed so badly. This way there wouldn't be any temptation. There'd just be mother and son.
Jeff was due to arrive the day after school let out, and Janet was at the airport to meet him. As the crowd poured out of the plane, she noticed a tall, handsome, blond teenager and thought how attractive he was, then continued scanning for Jeff. To her astonishment the teenage boy ran over to her and hugged her.
"Hi, Mom," be exclaimed.
Janet jumped back and stared at him. Sure enough, it was Jeff. She just hadn't recognized him, he'd matured so much. He was taller, and his body was taking on the shape of a mature male. He wasn't exactly grown up, yet he wasn't a little kid any more. Somehow Janet hadn't expected him to change so fast, and she wasn't prepared for it. She'd imagined a summer of mother and son, the way it had always been, and she wasn't prepared to deal with a teenager.
"Jeff, honey, I hardly recognized you," she stammered.
"Yeah, I grew about a foot last year," Jeff said proudly. "You sure look pretty, Mom."
"Uh, thank you, dear," Janet said. "Let's go find your luggage."
On the drive home from the airport she realized that Jeff was looking at her in a different way than before. He was seeing her as an attractive female, not just as his mother. That made Janet uncomfortable. She wished he hadn't matured so fast.
Obviously she needed a few moments to herself, to think things over, and when they got to the house she told Jeff she was going to take a bath and to just make himself at home. After all, he knew his way around that house just fine. Besides, some of her best thinking got done in the bathtub. With a sigh of relief she closed the bathroom door and began to run the water in the tub. Without Jeff's distracting presence she might be able to get her thoughts together.
She quickly stripped and sank down into the warm water, feeling more relaxed right away. But maybe that wasn't such a good thing. Now that she was starting to get her mind off Jeff, she was becoming more aware of the needy hot feeling in her pussy. She had a quick flashback of last night, Russ' steel-stiff cock pounding in her juice-slick cunt, and she moaned with need.
It soon became obvious that before she could do any clear thinking, she'd have to take care of her burning lust. Luckily she was very experienced at doing that. She slid a hand down between her thighs and began stroking the juicy swollen flesh of her pussy. It wouldn't take long to get herself off, and then maybe she could think of something else besides how horny she was.
"Mmmmmm, yesssss," she sighed, giving herself hot flashes of pleasure with her probing finger.
That was when she happened to glance at the keyhole and see it go dark.
Janet blushed brick red and slid down into the bath water till only her head was visible. There she'd been masturbating, her face all twisted in a lusty grimace, her hand busy between her legs, and Jeff had been watching her. She could have died of mortification. On the other hand, she felt a wicked excitement that made her cream like crazy.
What was the matter with her? Why should she get turned on because her teenage son was spying on her while she played with herself? That was really sick, she told herself. Yet she felt her tits swelling up taut and her nipples stiffening, as they always did when she was aroused.
Well, if she couldn't control her outrageous lust, she'd better get out of the bathtub and do something else. There wasn't any way she could keep Jeff from looking as she stood up and grabbed for a towel. She didn't want him to know that she was aware of his spying. That would just be too embarrassing. Quickly she wrapped the towel around her and headed for the door. The keyhole went light again and she heard scurrying in the hall.
She gave the boy a second to duck into his own room. She didn't want to embarrass him, either. Then she entered her bedroom and closed the door. She'd planned to get dressed, but there was still that burning need in her pussy. She knew he had to do something about it or she wouldn't be able to think straight. She dropped the towel and headed for her bed.
This was a scene Janet had repeated many times in her years alone. Stretched out naked on the bed, stroking her fever-hot pussy, she'd relieve her pent-up lusts in the only way available to her. It didn't seem very satisfactory now. She'd much rather have had Russ with her, thrusting his stiff cock in her juicy, eager twat. But that couldn't be.
She gave a sigh of longing and once more slid a hand between her legs. With the tip of her index finger she began to circle her clit, the most sensitive spot of all. She felt delicious rushes of pleasure as she rimmed the throbbing lump, and her hot cuntal juices began to seep out and run down the crack of her ass. She gurgled with delight as she skillfully worked her way toward an urgently needed orgasm.
Like many women, Janet couldn't masturbate without a fantasy. Her problem was, it was always the same one. Up to last night, she'd only made love with one man in her whole life, and it was him she always daydreamed about when she played with herself. Whatever else she could say about Darin Lawson, he had been a superb lover.
Now she was reliving the first days of her marriage to Darin, a much older and very experienced man. Darin had actually taught her to masturbate. He had to be away on business a lot, and, he said, he wanted to make sure she was never horny while he was gone. He showed her a bunch of tricks that would keep her from needing another man.
She was using one of those tricks right now, rimming her ultrasensitive joy button with the tip of her finger. It felt very good, and she was just about to get carried away on a hot tide of pleasure when something warned her to look at the keyhole. Sure enough, it was dark. Jeff was spying on her again. And this time he had a much better view of the action.
Janet's tall big-titted body wasn't shielded by the bathtub this time. She was stretched out stark naked on the bed, and she knew the boy could see the wet pink flesh of her slit. He could see her rimming her joy button. There couldn't be any doubt in his mind about what she was doing. Janet realized all this, but she didn't stop. Somehow she just couldn't. She needed to come too badly.
So, dammit, let him watch. There wasn't a place in this house where she could get complete privacy, and she knew she couldn't go all summer without a climax. Besides that, she was getting that kinky excitement again, actually getting turned on by knowing her adolescent son was watching her. It was crazy, it was indecent, but she just couldn't quit.
She let her head loll back on the pillows, closed her eyes, and surrendered to her fantasy. All the while she was aware that Jeff's eyes were on her, but at the same time she was reliving those kinky moments when his father had taught her to play with herself. She'd never forget those sensuous evenings on their king-size bed when Darin had showed his teenage bride how to get herself off.
First he'd demonstrated, using his own fingers, showing her half a dozen ways to come just by rubbing and rimming and probing and pumping. Then he'd had her do it herself, sometimes guiding her hand with his. On the first attempt she'd been clumsy, hut she'd gotten off all six times. Six times in a row – it was marvelous! And incidentally Darin got off, too, jacking off while he watched her.
As she relived those times, her pussy was getting hotter and hotter, and her circling finger was soaked with her gushing cream. It was time to move on to the next trick. Rimming her clit was just a way of getting warmed up. To make herself climax she was going to use her favorite technique of all. She made her middle finger stiff and started easing it up her smoking little cunt.
She'd never forget the first time Darin did that to her. Of course he'd already taken her cherry and taught her to love the stiff hard thrusts of his cock, but it came as a surprise when he also got her off with his finger. Janet had been a very innocent bride and hadn't even known about masturbation. When Darin glided his thick middle finger into her greedy little cunt, she'd gone wild with excitement.
He pumped it just like a cock, thrusting deep into her, giving her hot stabs of pleasure. She'd been utterly helpless. She'd just lain there with her legs wide open, gurgling and squealing, soaking his pistoning finger with her scalding cream. In just a minute or so she was coming like gangbusters. And Darin had been so proud of his work and so turned on that he'd had her suck him off.
But that was a whole other story. Right now she was sticking to finger-fucking. She was jerking her stiff middle finger fast in her juice slick cunt, driving herself closer and closer to orgasm, all the while very much aware that she was being watched. She just wondered what was going through Jeff's mind right now. Was he getting turned on, or was he shocked?
Whatever his reaction, there wasn't much she could do about it. She had to come or go crazy with frustration. That was all she could think about right now. She worked her finger faster and faster in her famished pussy hole, till she was hovering on the edge of climax. A few more deep hungry thrusts and she was over, her body convulsing with ecstasy.
She thought she heard a hoarse groan outside the door, but she couldn't be sure. She was writhing all over the bed, moaning and squealing as she finger-fucked herself into a delicious orgasm. All that mattered was coming, wringing the last drop of pleasure from her body-wracking climax. Darin had been a good teacher, all right. Too bad he hadn't been a good husband.
As she came down from her orgasm, Janet thought sadly of her brief marriage and wondered if it could have lasted. Probably not, with the difference in their ages. Darin was old enough to be her father. But they'd had so much fun together until she learned about all the other women. Even a horny teenage bride hadn't been enough for him. He'd had to fuck everything in skins. First Janet had heard the rumors, and then she started catching him in the act.
He'd actually bring women home and fuck them in the bed he shared with Janet. He needed more than one woman to be happy, he told her – he needed many, many women. That was fine, Janet had replied, only include her out. She'd packed and left, and she'd never trusted a man since then, never let one go all the way with her, not till she met Russ.
She wondered if Russ knew all the kinky sex tricks that Darin had known. She wished he was there right now, watching her as she stroked her pussy, his cock growing obscenely thick and hard. That image turned her on like crazy, and she felt her lust returning in full force.
She started playing with herself again, only this time she fantasized an adventure with Russ instead of Darin. That was a nice change, and it got her hot very fast. She seized her elk between her thumb and forefinger and began to knead it, giving herself hot stabs of pleasure. She fantasized that it was Russ' fingers, not hers, doing the sensuous kneading. He was masturbating her, watching her, and getting violently turned on and of course Janet was getting very turned on, too.
The line between fantasy and reality faded, and she closed her eyes and drifted off, actually forgetting that she was being watched. She was intent on rolling and rubbing her pulsating joy button between her fingers, working herself steadily and deliciously toward climax. Only it was Russ doing it to her, which made it far more exciting.
Outside the bedroom door her son Jeff knelt and peered through the keyhole. His face was flushed, he was breathing harshly, and the fly of his jeans was open, letting his absolutely rigid cock stick out. It wouldn't stay in his pants any longer. It had felt ready to burst as he watched his beautiful mother play with herself. In fact he'd already jacked off once, but his prick had stayed hard as steel.
Until this year Jeff hadn't viewed his mother as a sexy lady. She was just mom. But now that he was interested in sex and girls, he realized what a gorgeous female she was. When she went to take her bath, he just couldn't resist taking a peek at her through the keyhole. He couldn't see much till she stepped out of the tub, and then he'd gotten only a brief look at her naked body. But that was enough to make his cock mushroom into stiffness. Then when Janet went into her bedroom, the view got a whole lot better.
Jeff had watched with rapidly mounting excitement as she dropped her towel and walked naked to the bed. Her ass was small, firm and undulating, and her dark hair hung almost to her waist. As she stretched out on the bed he got a great view of her big firm tits and the dark puff of her bush. Then to his surprise and delight she slid a hand between her legs and began playing with herself.
This was more than Jeff had hoped for. He watched her rimming her clit and gurgling with pleasure, her pretty face contorting into a lusty grimace. The more excited she got, the more his cock swelled, till finally he had to take it out and pump it. As Janet reached her first climax, finger-fucking herself and howling, Jeff jacked off, jetting his come against the door.
He wasn't able to stifle his groan of pleasure, but she didn't seem to have heard it. She started playing with herself again almost right away, as if one climax hadn't been enough to satisfy her. Jeff's lust returned in full force as he watched her take her clit between thumb and forefinger and start kneading it. She seemed to be fantasizing about some guy, too.
Jeff wished he could be that guy. He would have given anything in the world to be lying beside his beautiful main, getting her off with his fingers – or with his cock. He could do the job, too, even though most people might think of him as just a kid. Janet would be really surprised if she knew all the things he could do for her. He was well trained, thanks to his stepmother Lisa.
Darin Lawson had been married several times after his breakup with Janet, always to young women. One after another they'd left him for the same reason Janet had, catching him in bed with other women. Only Lisa had stayed. Lisa believed in the motto, "Don't get mad, get even." When she caught Darin fucking another woman, she didn't divorce him. She just seduced his son.
Lisa had taught Jeff everything he ever wanted to know about sex. Whenever the old man was a way, Jeff would spend the night in the big bed with Lisa, and they'd fuck up a storm and invent other new ways of having fun. Lisa had shown the boy exactly where women like to be touched and what they like best. He was able to please Lisa all the time now, and he was sure he could do the same for his mother.
Janet looked like she really needed a man. There she was with her face all screwed up in a lusty grimace, her fingers working frantically on her clit, and she was moaning things to some guy who obviously wasn't there. She was horny out of her mind, but there was no one to help her out except herself. It seemed crazy to Jeff that he should stand out in the hall being horny, too. Why couldn't they just get together and help each other?
He began to strip. Meanwhile Janet was kneading her clit faster and faster, rocketing towards climax. She arched her body, stiffened, and gasped. Then she began to buck and writhe, her big tits wobbling crazily, thick hot cream spurting from her little fur-fringed cunt mouth. Jeff watched feverishly through the keyhole as his gorgeous mom experienced her orgasm.
Jeff's prick gave a lusty lurch and started to drip hot cream. No, it just didn't make any sense at all for him and his mother to be horny all summer when they could so easily satisfy each other. He quickly removed the last of his clothes, stood up, and began to turn the doorknob. Meanwhile Janet was finally coming down from her climax, opening her eyes and blinking as she returned to reality.
She blushed as she remembered that Jeff had been watching everything she'd done. Her eyes darted to the keyhole – but that very moment the bedroom door began to open. Janet froze, her dark eyes wide. Jeff was stepping into the room, and he was stark naked. Helplessly she lowered her eyes to his cock. As she should have expected, it was rigid, hugging his belly and drooling thick rivers of cream.
He kept on coming right toward the bed, his eyes moving hungrily over her ripe naked body.