Bob didn't get much work done that day. His mind kept returning to the firm tits that he had had the pleasure of massaging that morning. His mood began to lift as he figured that if he kept plugging away, he would have to get laid eventually. After all, Betty had let him grab some lit. If he got her in his car again he might get even farther, and if he got the right girl he might be able to wet his dong.
By the time he got anything done, it was time to have supper. Bob and his mom ate without saying very much. Bob kept looking at his mother's tit, and she noticed it. He was comparing them to the jugs he'd held that morning. It never occurred to him, but the front seat of the car was in plain view of the upstairs bathroom window, and his mother had watched every move he had made with Betty and with his own cock.
If he'd known that he would have been terribly embarrassed. He might have felt better if, with that information, he also knew that his masturbation had caused his mother to imitate him. Yes, Pat was a horny woman, and the sight of her bay's cock had set her body on fire. If she could have, she would have run down to him and taken his cock into her own hand and pumped it. Then she would have ripped her clothes off and given her body to the young, virile teen.
Pat knew that incest was wrong, though, and she couldn't do anything about her lust except sit on the toilet and stick her fingers in her drooling twat and rub her clit until she came. Unlike her son, she couldn't satisfy herself with one orgasm. As Bob had sat resting in the front seat of his car, Pat had been rubbing herself off to a second orgasm. She had continued looking out the window at her son's cock, but it was soft now, and before she climaxed a second time, he had put it back in his pants.
Pat didn't get much housework done that day. Both of them were suffering from the same deprivation and neither of them could have gone to the other for relief. At dinner, there seemed to be magnetic lines of force running between them. Pat felt it in her cunt and Bob had a hard-on all through the meal. If either of them knew that the other was feeling the same forces things might have turned out differently.
When supper was over they both sat around, watched television and thumbed through magazines. Bob didn't feel like going to the soda shop and Pat didn't have a date. It would have been a nice, quiet evening at home if it hadn't been for the raging need in both of them.
Bob said good night and went to his room early. When he was in the privacy of his room, he pulled a few of his porno magazines out from under his mattress. They were another secret that Pat was in on. She'd discovered them and enjoyed looking at the pictures. She even used them for the same thing that Bob used them for a few times.
Bob turned to his favorite pictures in a few of the map and laid them out Of the bed. Then he pulled his clothes off and caressed his cock once again. He was ready to start the old exercise again when he heard his mother's footsteps on the stain. He felt a strange thrill go through his body. Suddenly his magazines didn't seem as exciting as other possibilities that occurred to him.
He listened to his mother's movements. She was in her room, and Bob assumed that she would be getting undressed for bed. Without thinking about what he was doing he slipped off the bed and threw his robe over him. Creeping to the door, he peered out into the hall. He could see light flowing from around his mother's door, and his heart began pounding.
There didn't seem to be any reason that he couldn't go to her door and see what he could. He would have hated to be caught pecking into her room, but he didn't let himself think of that. He held his breath and walked as lightly as he could to his mother's door. The floorboards creaked under his feet and it sounded awfully loud to him, but he kept going.
In a few seconds he was standing at her door. The door wasn't completely closed, but he couldn't see anything around the edges except for a line of light. Then he noticed light slipping out of the keyhole. Bob crouched down and brought his face to the hole. It took a while to focus, but he soon xx room. He didn't see his mom though.
Then, suddenly, he saw her. She was still dressed. He was glad to see that he wasn't too late. She was walking back and forth, to and fro, picking things up and putting things away. A white flash obscured his view for a second, and Bob realized that he had seen her take her white nightgown from the closet. He moved his face closer to the keyhole and saw Pat throw the gown on her bed.
Now he knew that he was going to get to watch her change into that flowing gown. He'd seen her wearing it several times. It was the closest he'd come to seeing her naked since before he was interested in such things. When he saw her in the gown he considered himself lucky. It was very sheer and her tits and dark pubic patch showed through. The thing hung loosely and was always in motion, so it was hard to get a good view of her body through it, but flaw he was going to get a good view of her without the gown in the way.
Bob was trembling with lust already, and all he could see was his mother standing in front of her mirror and unbuttoning her blouse. He could hardly believe what was happening.. But when Pat pulled the blouse off, Bob had an eyeful of her tits and he had to believe it was happening. She didn't even have to wear a bra. Her tits were big and firm. Not as firm as the one's he played with chat morning, but for a woman her age they were incredible.
Bob feasted his eyes on the beautiful jugs. He'd never seen tits before, even though he'd had a feels. Of course, he'd seen millions of pictures of fits, but that was completely different. The tits he was looking at now were real, living flesh.
He saw the nipples and was surprised at how pink they were. Pat had dark hair and dark eyes and he would have suspected his mother to have brown nipples. They were big and stiff. Her nipples looked like gumdrops stuck to the tips of those knockers. Before she undressed further, she folded her blouse and bent down to open a drawer. Her big tits sagged low, and Bob gasped at the sight. He would have given anything to have been able to walk over to her and lift one of those beauties in his cupped hand.
As Pat put the blouse away and pushed the drawer closed, Bob saw her tits quiver with the movement of pushing the drawer shut. They shook heavily, then came to relative stillness again. Bob fumbled in his robe for his prick. It felt terrifically hot to his sweaty hand. He squeezed his dong as he saw his mother pull down the zipper at the side of her pants.
Pat tugged the tight-fitting pants down and gave her son a good view of her long, shapely legs. Under the pants she wore a tiny pair of bikini undies. She turned toward Bob behind the keyhole and held the pants up. As she lifted her anus, Bob saw her tits rise and become rounder. His eyes followed the curves of her body down from the tits, over her thin waist and on to the flare of her wide hips. He could see the dark triangle of hair trough the thin material of her panties.
Pat held up the pants long enough to fold them, then walked to the closet to hang them up. She went out of Bob's view and he was afraid that the show might be over, but then he realized that the nightgown was still lying on the bed within his sight, and he knew he would see more. In another few seconds Pat reappeared. She was walking away from the door, with her son crouching on the other side of it. Bob saw her ass veiled behind the nylon of the undies.
Her ass was wide and the cheeks looked soft and heavy. As she walked, he could see those luscious cheeks quivering with her every step. He pulled the skin of his cock up over the hot head and felt a strong surge of excitement rink through him.
With her back still toward him, Pat lowered her undies. As her bare ass came into view Bob slid the skin of his prick back down to the base of the thick shaft. Pat turned toward him and Bob drank in the sight of her cunt. The inverted pyramid, covered with a carpet of curls, seemed to draw him through the keyhole. He had never felt such an attraction to anything in his life.
Pat walked toward the bed where the nightgown was laying. Bob knew he had only a few more seconds of cunt-sight, and he sped up his brain to record the sight in high speed. He stared as hard as he could at the lower point of the triangle in an effort to see the crack that he knew was hiding in there. It seemed that he could see the mouth beneath the hair, but it was impossible to be sure. The whole object seemed to be out of focus. The stray hairs that stuck out here and there from the main shape made the pussy seem like a fuzzy dream rather than a real thing.
Pat lifted the gown and held it over her head. Bob crammed the picture of her into his memory and she pulled the nightgown down over her body. He stayed there at his observation post to see what else might happen, then he realized that she would be going to the bathroom as his memory of the sounds of her usual routine came to his consciousness.
Bob scrambled back to his room as quickly and quietly as he could. Just before he closed his door he heard his mother open hers. He heard her walk past his room and go into the bathroom. He was dizzy and out of breath from the sights he'd witnessed and his body was covered with sweat. If he was ever more excited he couldn't remember when. His cock was still in his hand and he knew he was going to shoot like he never had. It was a great feeling to experience a sexual thrill about twice as powerful as any he'd ever felt before, but at the same time he was aware of a tremendous horniness. Now that he's seen the coveted treasures and was only jerking off, he was in a rage.
His hand went through the motions of whacking off, but in his mind he was acting out a different scene. He saw himself in his mother's room. She was as naked as she was a few minutes ago, and he grabbed her, threw her on the bed and shoved his cock up her cunt. As he tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his prick in her cunt, bullets of hot gism shot across the room.
The release of his seed helped bring Bob back to his senses. He went to his bed and sat down. The magazines were still laying there opened, but the pictures didn't even attract his attention. They couldn't compare to what he'd just seen through a keyhole. He brought the scene back to life through his vivid memory.
The memory confirmed his opinion that the sight of his mother's naked body was the most gorgeous sight in the world. He knew he would be a slave to the possibilities of peeking through her keyhole until he was able to see naked women whenever he wanted. Now more than ever he would have to have a girl to fuck.
As Bob embellished the memory with imagined action, his cock grew to its full, stiff size, and he brought himself off to yet another climax. He'd been jerking off so often lately that even his young body couldn't keep up with the demand for gism. He had to jerk it for a long time to squeeze out a few drops of the white liquid.