Joan’s fingers trailed past his balls and moved agonizingly slowly up the underside of his throbbing cock. She was breathing hard as she watched her hand, her gasps matching the pants of her son. She felt the heat of his cock against the tips of her fingers and, reaching the swollen head, she swirled one around the smooth head and finally over the wetness of his pisshole. Ted was shaking, making strangling sounds in his throat as he watched, disbelievingly, as his mother caressed and stroked his hard cock.
Joan squatted at his side, her knees showing as her skirt slipped back. A few inches of her thighs could be seen, and Ted snuck peeks at them. Joan very lightly enclosed her son’s cock with her fist, moving it up and down slowly, feeling the hardness, the heat, the powerful throbbing of it. Her cunt was on fire again, and she could feel the wetness in the crotch of her panties.
Tightening her fist, she started jerking her hand up and down, twisting it. She squeezed her son’s cock, feeling it swell and burn against her hand. Joan began to whimper softly as she stroked Ted’s cock, little squeals coming from her. Gripping Ted’s cock tightly now, she pumped in short, jerky thrusts, watching his cock drip more and more. She licked her lips as excitement burned through her body. The pulsations of his cock seemed to be increasing significantly as she jerked up and down, but she was so fascinated to be holding his cock she paid no attention to it.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Ted came.
“Ohhh!” Joan cried out, watching his come juice boil from the pisshole rapidly, spurt after spurt. She jacked furiously now, moaning as come juice began to smear on his lower stomach and upper thighs. “Oh, my God! Look at it, Ted! God, you’re coming so much, honey!”
Running her fist up and down his spewing cock fast and hard, Joan gave a low squeal as her cunt went into fiery convulsions of orgasm.
She beat on his prick until he finished cumming. Then, without another word, she stood up and moistened a cloth. She wiped his stomach and thighs, then his cock, and last her own hand. Tossing the cloth into the bathroom sink, she left her son sitting on the toilet, a very surprised and delighted boy.
CHAPTER TWO
Joan was not bashful about jacking her son’s cock off. On the contrary, it not only excited her to the point of orgasm, but it made her seriously consider fucking him.
They had moved into this apartment complex two months ago, finding it the best of any they inspected. It was small — only ten or twelve units, built in a square around a nice pool and patio with built-in barbecue with two tables. Ted was the only young one there, all the rest being adults. Most, as far as Joan knew, were single men and women, all of them working during the day.
Being without boys and girls his own age did not bother Ted. He had always been a loner. He didn’t even seem to miss his father, and Joan sometimes wondered if he would miss her if she were suddenly gone from his life. He never seemed to have much interest in things. He was a good student, but thought sports were stupid. He preferred his books to chasing balls or trying to hit one with a piece of wood. His intelligence was far above average, and he had dreams of becoming an astronomer some day. He had a powerful telescope set up in his room that he studied the heavens with, and his bookshelf was filled with material on the subject.
Joan had been a widow for over five years before they moved into this apartment. Before that they’d lived in a house on the other side of town. But the place was much too large for just the two of them so she sold it at a good profit and they located this apartment. There was a shopping center near-by, and Ted walked to the movies when he wanted. He shopped for his mother when they needed something she had forgotten, and his generous allowance was spent on lenses and books about the stars and planets.
Ted was at the movies this night, and Joan was alone in the apartment. She was pleased that her son acted no differently toward her since she had jacked him off earlier in the day. In fact, once he got over his surprise, he seemed to act as if it were something his mother did for him on a daily basis. She was delighted that he showed no feelings of shame, or treated her as if she was something to be ashamed of.
She went into his room, suddenly eager to use his telescope to look at the stars. He actually had two of them set up. The larger, more powerful one, and a small one next to it. Both, she noticed, were not aimed into the sky now but downward. Curiously, she peeked into the larger telescope.
It had been adjusted to peer into a window directly across from their apartment. All she saw was a closed curtain with shadows moving behind it. But it had been set in place for some reason, Joan knew. Turning to the smaller one, she peered into it and found herself looking directly into Fawn’s living room!
A shiver went through Joan as she saw Fawn sitting on the couch, apparently reading. The girl was in her robe, with her long legs propped up. One lovely tit was exposed, as were her thighs. Ted had shown his mother how to adjust the focus and pull in a bright, detailed image so as she peered into the eye piece, Joan turned the focus knob and found she could see Fawn’s tit perfectly. With her pulse racing and her own tits swelling, Joan moved the telescope slightly, focusing it upon Fawn’s thighs. The image seemed close enough for her to reach out and touch!
Fawn moved a hand along her thigh, sliding her robe away from her body as Joan watched. Joan noticed she could almost count the pores on that creamy, exciting flesh. As the robe parted, Joan began to moan softly. She was looking directly at the honey-colored curls of Fawn’s cunt. Each strand seemed to leap out at her. She began to breathe heavily when Fawn drew her hand up her thigh and toyed with the lip of her cunt. There was something intensely erotic about watching Fawn without the girl realizing she was being seen.
As her cunt started twitching, Joan watched as Fawn parted the pink lips of her cunt and exposed her tiny, but obviously swollen clitoris. Fawn stroked it slowly, spreading her legs widely, her book forgotten now. Joan’s eyes were straining with eager pleasure as Fawn slowly dipped a finger into her cunt and moved it back and forth, her rounded hips writhing in self-induced pleasure. The image of Fawn was so sharp and seemed so close, Joan was sure she could hear the soft moans of ecstasy Fawn must surely be making. She could see that wet finger glistening as it went in and out of her pink, hair-rimmed cunt, and could almost hear the moist sounds of it.
As often as Joan had used her own fingers on her pussy, she had not once thought it would be exciting to watch another girl fingerfuck herself. But as she watched, her own cunt was having fits between her thighs, boiling with wet heat. This was the girl who had only this afternoon wantonly teased her son into discharging inside his bathing trunks, and now she was fingerfucking herself with the drapes open. Remembering the things she had heard at the pool, Joan wondered if Fawn was aware that Ted had his telescope trained on her window, and that she fingerfucked herself as another means of teasing him at night.
She watched Fawn with pleasure, seeing the rounded hips arch up as the girl apparently came. Fawn pulled her finger from her cunt and Joan watched in amazement as the girl licked it, running her tongue about the wetness and finally plunging the finger in and out of her mouth rapidly.
When Fawn finally turned out her lights and went to bed, Joan turned her attention back to the larger telescope. This time she saw that she had missed the opening in the curtains across the way. Through a two-inch slit she could see the bed there, and she gasped loudly. On the bed was a woman she knew who lived on the bottom floor, spread out with her hairy cunt revealed. Then she saw a man move between the woman’s thighs, his cock hard and his hairy balls swinging. Joan’s pussy throbbed as she saw the woman grasp the man’s cock and stuffed it into her cunt. The man’s cock slipped all the way into that hairy cunt, and the woman’s legs wrapped around his waist. Joan watched his balls bounce up and down as the couple started fucking vigorously.
Joan shoved her hand under her skirt and inside her panties, finding her cunt wet and hot to the touch. She rubbed at the puffy lips of her cunt as she watched the man and woman fuck. She could alm
ost feel the man’s cock thrusting into her own cunt as she rammed two fingers into herself.
With her hand flying under her skirt, Joan panted with steaming excitement, watching the man and woman fucking so eagerly, wishing she was there on her back with his cock plunging so powerfully into her pussy, probing and stretching and filling her. His balls bounced about, banging against the woman’s lifted ass, and then a hand came down and around and started twisting and squeezing his balls. Joan was so excited she could almost feel his balls in her own hand. The woman’s face could just be seen past the man’s shoulder, and Joan was certain the woman was screaming out her ecstasy. At least her mouth was open and her eyes were wide and glazed.
Joan spread her feet on the floor and half bent her knees as she fucked herself frantically. Her panties were causing her some troubles, but she was so excited she didn’t want to take the time to remove them. If she did she might miss the finish of the man and woman across the way.
She was disappointed when she saw the man’s naked ass slam hard between the woman’s legs and his body go stiff. He was coming, and it was over much too fast for Joan. She kept watching them as they relaxed, and then the man lifted from between the woman’s legs. The woman stayed on the bed, her legs wide, and Joan watched her hairy cunt drip with the come juice, her hand moving about the thick curls of her pussy.
Still excited, Joan turned from the telescope, her hand still inside her panties. She pulled the drapes and turned on the light, looking about her son’s bedroom. She seldom had reason to enter it. Ted always made his own bed and kept his room neat and clean. Now she looked around. Near the telescopes she saw where her son sat as he jacked off while he watched either Fawn or the couple. The fact that her son was peeking into windows at night did not disturb Joan. She, too, had found how exciting it could be. She wasn’t sure she wanted anyone to peek in at her, but it was fun to watch others in secret.
Turning off the light, she went back to the living room, and just in time because Ted came in as soon as she sat down.
“Enjoy the movie, honey?” she asked him.
“It was okay,” he said, flopping down on the couch and slumping forward, his legs apart. Joan found her eyes moving to the front of his pants, wishing his cock was hard. “It wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. Hey, it’s a good night to study the stars.”
He jumped up instantly and went to his room. Joan knew he would be disappointed. Fawn and the couple across the way were all through for the night.
“Mom, have you been in my room?”
She looked up. “I was there, honey,” she said. “I thought it might need some straightening up. Do you always leave your curtains open?”
She looked directly into his eyes, letting him know she had discovered he was looking at more than stars. Ted gazed back at his mother unflinchingly.
“Some stars you see,” she said in a low voice.
“You saw?” he asked.
Joan nodded her head. “I saw Fawn and I saw the couple across the way,” she admitted. “How long have you been peeking on them, Ted?”
“Long enough,” he said boldly.
After a moment, Joan smiled at her son. “Kind of exciting, isn’t it?”
A grin spread over his face. “Did it excite you, Mom? I mean, watching them do those things?”
“Very much,” she replied, her eyes moving down his body to the front of his pants, noticing he was swelling up there. “I sort of, you know, enjoyed it.”
“Want to see someone else?” Ted asked.
“You mean there’s more?” Joan asked, getting to her feet. “In this complex?”
“No, over at that tall building,” he said. “It’s an office building.”
“At night?”
“Come on and I’ll show you,” he said excitedly. Before he turned, Joan saw that his cock was bulging out hard now.
She walked into his room, seeing he had left the lights off but had pulled his curtains open again. She watched him work with the powerful telescope, getting it adjusted on the tall office building a block or so away.
“There. Take a look, Mom.”
Peering into it, Joan saw a man, apparently a janitor, his cock out of his pants, one hand jerking on it as he dusted about desks. Soon, the man stood behind the desk with his cock over it, and she saw him come off, spurting come juice onto the polished desk top.
She laughed. “That’s one way of getting back at the boss, I guess.”
“He does that every night about this time,” Ted said, standing close to his mother.
She could almost feel the heat coming from her son’s body and it made her shiver. She stepped aside as he made another adjustment with the telescope, and then she saw he had aimed it farther away from the office building. It was a very powerful telescope, and she found herself peering into some bedroom window. A young boy and girl were there, both naked and feeling about each other. She watched until the girl was spread across the bed, her legs wide. When the boy started to shove his cock into her cunt, Joan let her son look.
Ted was breathing hard and hotly as he looked at the boy and girl fucking. Joan, at his side, was shaking. She moved her hand to the front of his pants, brushing it over his throbbing hard cock. She felt her son’s body jerk, but he made no move to turn away or push her hand from him. She placed her palm against his hard-on, moving it slowly in circles as he watched the young couple fuck a few blocks away.
Feeling intensely aroused, Joan stepped behind her son, pressing her body against his back, her hands wrapped about him, one at his chest and the other cupping his cock. “If I did it once for you, I could do it again, baby,” she whispered into his ear.
“Uhh, yeah,” Ted replied, moving his hips into his mother’s caressing hand.
Joan ran her tongue about her son’s ear as she began to open his pants. She slipped her hand inside and felt his cock hot and hard. Bringing it out, she closed her fist around it and began to stroke back and forth, pressing her pussy against his ass cheeks.
“Do you like this, Ted?” she murmured huskily at his ear. “Do you like my hand on you this way?”
“Yeah, Mom!” he grunted.
She cupped her hand about the swollen head of his cock, feeling the wetness smear her palm. She twisted her hand, feeling the hot, smooth, wetness of him. Her cunt was bubbling with a heat that threatened to scald the hairlined lips. She worked on his belt, opening it, then shoved his pants downward, his shorts with them. Cupping his balls in one hand, she jacked his prick with the other, but even this wasn’t enough for her. She lifted her dress and pressed her pantied cunt upon his naked ass, feeling her thighs on his. Ted’s young body shook with pleasure as her hand moved back and forth.
“They’re finished,” he said in a choking voice.
“I’m not,” she whispered at his ear, darting her tongue into it. “I’m not finished yet, darling.”
She turned him, moving her son toward his bed. He sat down and she dropped to her knees before him. Spreading his legs, she grasped his cock once more, and as Ted lay back, Joan leaned down and kissed one thigh. She jerked and pumped on his cock, sucking at his flesh, her tongue swirling about the sensitive inner surface of her son’s leg. Her husband had enjoyed this very much, and she knew her son would, too.
Squeezing his cock as she pumped it, Joan breathed hotly as her tongue moved upward, licking and tasting his young, firm thigh flesh. She wasn’t sure just how far she would go but at the moment she was prepared to go all the way with her tongue.
“What… what are you gonna do, Mom?” Ted asked in a voice that sounded strangled.
“Hush,” she whispered. “Just enjoy it, honey.”
She jerked on his prick as her tongue moved from thigh to thigh, now halfway up them. Her cunt was fiery and wet as she licked and sucked at the flesh of his legs, her hand moving up and down his beautifully hard cock. Although it was dark in the room, with only enough light to make out indistinct details, Joan could see her son’s ball
s a few inches from her face. She gave a whimpering sound and stroked her tongue about his balls, causing her son to jerk with unexpected pleasure. The sounds of his panting breath excited her, letting her know she was providing a great deal of ecstasy for him.
Swirling her tongue hotly, she flicked the tip against his balls, running it around them as she jerked her fist on his prick. She was pleased to find her son’s balls tasted so good! She started licking them, her tongue going up and down, moving them about her lips. Ted was opening and closing his legs about her, arching his cock up and then dropping his ass. Joan shoved her hand under him and cupped a young, firm ass cheek, squeezing it as she pumped and licked at his preciously sweet balls. She knew, by the hard throbbing of his cock and the way his balls writhed against her tongue, she would have him coming off quicker than she wanted.
Yet she wasn’t sure how far she should go. It might be better to go slow, or it might be better to go fast. The desire to gulp his young cock into her mouth and suck him frantically was strong, and she fought against the urge.
To have his sweet, hard cock throbbing between her lips would be so good, she thought. His cock, so young and hard, would taste heavenly inside her mouth, and she was sure his come juice would be delicious as it flowed across her tongue and down her burning throat.
With a soft groan of delight, Joan swirled her tongue about his balls eagerly, finally taking them into her mouth, sucking hotly as her fist jerked faster on his cock. The way his balls felt in her mouth sent a fiery ecstasy down to her cunt, and Joan began cumming. The waves of steaming orgasm shot through her one after the other, a series of orgasms like she had seldom experienced. She whimpered as she mouthed his balls, her fist flying up and down his prick.
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