I've always been a bit of a watcher. Even at the age of 11, my gaze always aimed straight for naughty stuff. Any woman sitting in a skirt had my eyes glued to her, waiting for those slick covered legs to slightly part, allowing a brief flash of white. My teachers were often the objects of my gaze, every bend, stretch, walk, wiggle, anything was the focus of my attention. I used to hang out at the football field, reading on the bleachers, sitting sideways. Whenever one of the player's Mother would show up to watch, I often got a great view of panties. I wanted to feel my hands slide over their firm thighs, feel their flesh squeeze in my hands, to press my face against the smooth fabric of their panties.
I was always turned on by older women. Girls my age were nothing. I guess I was a young developer, because I had my first orgasm at age 12. Mom had a friend over for afternoon coffee, and they were sitting at the kitchen table. I came home from school and kissed my Mom, and her friend, Betty. Betty was wearing stockings, high heels, and a knee-length skirt. I said something about homework and headed off to my room. I glanced back as I turned the hall and stood shocked. Betty was sitting with her legs wide open.
I moved to the corner and just watched. Whenever she shifted, I was afraid that her legs would close, but they never did. Her panties were pink, and her stockings didn't go all the way up. I could see a strip of skin between the tops of the stockings and her panties.
I felt my cock grow hard, so I put my hand into my pocket to steady it...but it felt really good. I kept staring at Betty's legs, feeling my cock. I started squeezing it and it got harder and felt even better. I knew something was happening, but I didn't know what. I soon discovered that rubbing my pocket up and down it felt the greatest, and I continued this while staring at Betty's legs, feet, thighs, and panties. I felt something rising inside me, when another leg came into view.
Mom had twisted in her chair to reach for the phone and showed some inner thigh. My eyes travelled upward and I could see Mom's panties. Then, my legs felt weak and hot, gooey stuff came out of me.
Of course, upon reflection a bit later, I realized that I had cum, and I also realized that Mom was beautiful.
(At that age, and even now, I'm not sure that she was anything better than average looking, but to me eyes, from that point on, she was a perfect 10.)
I quickly ran into the bathroom to clean up, then went into my room to change and start my schoolwork.
From that day on, I took every opportunity to watch Mom. I never saw her completely naked for a few more years, but I sure loved what I did see. Mom in her bras. Mom in pantyhose and a dress-shirt, getting ready for work. I would accidently walk in on her in the bathroom. Each time, though, she was either wrapped in a towel or sitting on the toilet with her legs tightly closed.
After dinner, Mom, dad, and I would sometimes sit in the living room to watch TV. Before I started watching Mom, I would sit next to dad on the couch. Now, I made it a point to sit on the floor, near Mom. I would stare at her feet and ankles, looking up to talk to her, actually trying to peek up her dress, or into the fold of her bathrobe.
My favorite places I could see on her body were her back, her calves, and the place where her cleavage met her neck with a few wrinkles. While masturbating, I would picture my cum shooting up her back or into her neck. I stole some of her dirty stockings and stuffed them with the edge of a blanket. I would rub my cock against it, letting myself believe it was her leg, and my cock was pressed to her calf, about to shoot onto Mom's thigh. Doing the laundry became one of my chores at age 13. Before washing her underthings, I would spread all her bras and panties on my bed. I'd roll naked all around in them, rub myself off on them, then shoot my cum all over her underwear.
Once, I was washing her stuff and found a really weird, silky thing. I later discovered it was a teddy. I was short, purple, low cut in front, and high cut on the sides. The day I washed that, I came on it twice, thinking of Mom in it.
I was 14 the first time I saw Mom naked. Well, it wasn't "really" her. I was putting away dad's socks, and in the bottom of the drawer I found some Polaroids. It showed Mom in the new dress she had worn the night before. In each picture she took off more and more until she was completely naked. There were more pictures of her putting something inside her, playing with her breasts...but I was interested in the one where she had taken off everything but her bra, and one cup was lowered, showing her breast and nipple. I hoped she wouldn't notice it missing as I stuffed it into my pocket and ran to my room to jack-off into it.
I kept the picture and was really nervous all evening. That night, after they closed their bedroom door, I quietly made my way to their door and listened. Mom told dad that she was scared to keep the pictures in the house, afraid I might find them. Dad promised to hide them, and when I later looked for them, I couldn't find them. Fortunately, neither of them noticed the single, missing picture.
I think it was about that time that Mom started noticing I was watching her...or at least she began watching me. My body was changing...my voice growing deeper, I grew rapidly, my body filled out, and I finally started developing hair around my cock...which was also getting larger.
Sometimes I would turn around and catch Mom shifting her gaze, and sometimes I'd move my eyes from watching her cleavage, and see her looking at me with a little smile. It could have just been my imagination, but it sure made me cum when I thought about it at night.
One day, I was in the shower..well, I had just stepped out, and the phone was ringing. Thinking I was the only one home...it had been ringing for a while, I opened the bathroom door the get to the phone at the end of the hall. And, I bumped into Mom....literally. She was combing from her bedroom, wearing shorts and halter-top. We collided and fell to the floor. My cock, still wet, slid against her leg, and my towel fell off. I was lying on top of her, and just wanted to start humping her right there. We stayed there for an awkward moment, then the phone stopped ringing.
I stood up and quickly readjusted my towel. I looked at Mom, who was lifting her eyes from my crotch. "My, you really are growing," she said, then the phone started ringing again. Mom went to the phone, and I scurried to my room.
Before the door was even closed, my cock was in my hand and I was stroking fast and furious. I was still facing the door, after closing it, and something caught my eye. I wasn't sure what it was, but in my fantasy, I pictured Mom looking in at me from the keyhole. I stood back a little more, so she could see it all and gave Mom a show of her son jerking himself off. It didn't take long, picturing her squatted by the door, hands rubbing her breasts, maybe a finger buried within her......I came quickly. More cum had came out that time than any before. After my initial grunt and shoot, I could have sworn that I heard a gasp from behind my door. I was tempted to open it and confront Mom with my lust....but I realized that it could end things right there...and I'd look really foolish if she wasn't there, but came out of her room to se why my door had burst open. There I would be, purple cock still dripping cum...my cum pooled on the carpet, and standing in front of my door. I turned away from the door, and I know I heard the hallway creak as Mom walked from my room to hers.
Turn about was fair play, so after a few minutes of cleaning up my cum from the floor, I quietly crept to her door. I peeked through the key-hole, and there she was. Mom was laying at an odd angle in her bed..the only way that her pussy would be facing the door. I had my answer there. Mom had watched me, and was now hoping I would return the favor. I watched her lay back and start to caress her breasts. Mom's hands slid the halter down to her waist and cupped her breasts. Mom squeezed her mounds, forcing her nipples out. Her index finger pressed in a nipple, moving it in circles. Then each hand grasped a breast with the nipple sticking out between her fingers. Her finger tightened as her nipples bulged and she pulled out. Her breasts and nipples stretched while a look of joy overcame her face.
Mom's shorts and panties were wrapped around one leg, as if she were in a hurry to get her legs open. Her hands slid down her stomach and covered her pussy. Mom played with her hair, then pulled her lips wide apart. She stretched the lips back and forth....her pussy was a little mouth beckoning me to enter the room and take Mom. My cock was hard in my hand...and as Mom's fingers moved in and out of her pussy, my hand was following ever move. In my mind's eye, my cock was in Mom...moving in and out...feeling her hot wetness, my lips locked around her nipple...our hips thrusting together.
All of a sudden, I was cumming. I let out a small grunt...and as soon as the sound passed my lips, Mom's hand moved faster and faster....her face concentrating...her fingers went in really deep and stayed there as she started shaking and turning really red. Mom came at the sound of me watching her, I realized. I had managed to catch all my cum in my hand, but I let one glob fall to the floor, but to reassure Mom that I was really here.
I returned to my room, finished dressing and read for a while. When I finally went down to the kitchen for lunch, I glanced at the floor of the hall in front of Mom's room. The glob was gone.
I went downstairs to the kitchen and Mom was just finishing making some sandwiches.
"I figured you would be hungry," was all Mom said as she kissed me, the usual way, just a brush of the lips, then went out to work in the yard.
It didn't take me long to figure out that this was her way of putting limits on our actions..or at least I thought. I mean it was only the first time.
A few nights later - a Friday, I stayed up to watch a movie, and Mom and dad went to bed about fifteen minutes before the movie was over. As I was walking to my room, I noticed that their door was open a crack. The hallway lights were off, but a small light was shining from their room. I peeked in and saw Mom wearing her teddy, sitting u across dad. By her motions, I could tell she was riding dad. Her hands were cupping herself as her breath was gasping. Every once in a while she'd bend over, showing me her ass.
I knew this was a display for my benefit, so I quietly unzipped and pulled out my cock. Dad as oblivious to everything but Mom's pussy...but Mom must have heard and her head turned. I think we locked eyes..it was hard to tell in the dark. All of a sudden, she started making more and more of a show. She started talking, telling dad to fuck her, suck her tits, finger her ass. Mom's hand went down and pulled her cheeks apart so I could see dad's cock slide in and out. I knew it should have been me, and my hand was a blur over my cock. I must have let a groan out, because Mom started talking again.
"Oh yes...cum with me, baby....oh baby...cum with me...."
Dad thought she was talking to him, and he started thrusting harder. But I knew it was me to whom Mom was talking. My cock jerked, and I could barely get my underwear up fast enough to keep my cum from shooting through the door.
I started seeing more and more of Mom after that. Instead of just seeing her in her bra, I'd catch her putting it on, or pulling up her panties...getting a flash of brown hair.
I tried to compliment her once, telling her how nice her hair was trimmed, referring to her pubic bush. It was after she called me into the bathroom to deliver a towel to her. She claimed to have forgotten hers, but earlier that morning I had placed clean ones in the bathroom. I saw her full naked, breasts still glistening with water, her bush trimmed neatly into a triangle. I handed her the towel and quickly departed.
I went to my room to jack off to the vision, but I left the door open a crack. Not enough to see, but enough to know the door was open. While jerking and stroking...I sat on my bed, facing the crack. I saw the door open a little more, and a shadow in the crack. Knowing Mom was watching I stroked slowly, savoring each stroke. but, the thought of Mom watching was too much. Just as I was about to cum, I pulled on of Mom's panties from under my pillow and wrapped my cock in it. I head a gasp from the door as I jerked a final time and came into Mom's panties. A dark stain spread from the tip of cock outward. I just lay back and relaxed. A few minutes later, I made a show of taking my dirty laundry to the bathroom.
After a few more minutes, I crept to Mom's room. She was laying on her bed, exposed to me with her soiled panties in her hand. She scooped out some of my cum and started spreading it all over her nipples. She kneaded the gooey liquid in...getting hotter and hotter. Then she slipped on the panties and pressed the crotch, covered with my cum, into her pussy. Her hand was a blur, pressing and rubbing my cum into her. She came very quickly.
Anyway, when I commented on her hair, she took it to mean the hair on her head. I kept making innuendos and trying to say, without saying it, that I meant her bush. After a few minutes, I realized that we were never going to take this further than just watching.
The next summer, when I was 14, we moved into a larger house. Dad had a huge promotion and was able to move us into a much larger house. My room was huge, with a walk-in closet and everything. The only "disadvantage" was that my room was close to my parents. Every time they made love, I could hear them...and Mom made a point to talk loudly...referring to her "baby" often. Knowing that she was talking to me made me cum along with them.
Mom and I kept watching each other...when one day, while peeking through the door, I realized that my closet wall was the other side of the wall by the head of their bed. I joked to Mom about this, telling her that if she wasn't careful, I'd drill a hole a peep at her. She laughed and told me to make sure that it was at eye level so she could see it.
Through joking, I got her approval, or so it seemed. The next morning, while Mom was at the store, I got dad's drill from the garage and a smallish bit. Their wallpaper was dark and had a pattern of shrinking circles within circles...with large black centers. Perfect.
I went into their room and found a spot about eye-level of Mom when she was on-top. I drilled through, hoping I wouldn't hit any wires or anything. When I was done, I returned the drill and ran to my room to see if it worked. As I passed the front door, Mom was doing something.
"I couldn't stand this viewer," she said, indicating the little device that fit into the door to see who was knocking, "so I bought a new one. It's really simple to install, and your dad said it was OK."
Mom tossed the old viewer to me. "I know you can find a way to dispose of this."
I couldn't believe it. Mom had gone through this whole big production and facade just to make it easier for me to watch her. My head began to swim as I realized how into this she was.
I returned to my closet and worked the viewer into the plaster, making sure to keep it from making the hole in my parent's side any larger. I finally finished and went into Mom's room to check on my work. Unless you knew the hole was there, it was almost impossible to see. Even the glass of the viewer was recessed enough to not show.
Mom was about finished with the front door as I passed to take out the trash. When I came back, she was gone, the door finished. I heard music from behind her closed door, so I went to my closet. Through the viewer, I could see Mom dancing, undressing. I guess she was getting ready for a shower. First, she slipped off her jeans, running her hands up and down her legs. Her gaze seemed to be searching the wall, looking for something. I thought I'd give her some help. I took a flashlight and shined it through the viewer. When I looked again, she was smiling, her gaze locked on the hole.
Mom turned around to remove her socks. She bent over, wiggling her butt at me as she sensually removed each sock. Next was the shirt, with her back still to me. Slowly she pulled it over her head, then turned around. She was wearing a plain-whit bra, but it looked marvelous on her. Teasingly, she slid down the straps, then the cups, then finally twisted it around to undo the clasp. All Mom had on were her panties. She turned her back to me and hooked her thumbs around the side and bent over as she slid them down. Mom's ass was in the air, and I could see her little puckered hole above the back of her pussy slit.
When her hands went back to spread her cheeks, I shot my cum into the towel I had brought back with me.
Later that night Mom and dad were screwing, and I was watching. I think Mom was unsure if I was watching, so I blinked the flashlight. She caught the signal and started talking more and more.
I returned the favor by leaving my door open whenever I jerked off and wasn't watching. We came up with some signals that neither of us acknowledged, of course, but she would sometimes let her head through the door while watching.
For the next few years we kept this going. Mom danced often in her room, stripping, or cutting her nails with her leg raised so I could see up her pussy. She'd "model" for herself in the mirror new outfits and lingerie. Dad was often away on business trip and whenever he returned, they would buy some new lingerie. Often I would. somehow, find her panties in my closet. I'd watch her, and cum in them. I'd get a pop from the kitchen, and when next I watched, she would be sucking my cum rom the panties, or rubbing it onto her vibrator before fucking herself with it.
We watched each other until I finally left home for college. Mom told me she had taken a job, since now that I wasn't home, she had to do something to keep busy while dad was gone.
College was fairly close to home, so every weekend I came home, and Mom and I would perform for each other.
One day, my roommate and a few other friends wanted to go to a nearby town to a strip club. The town was between my College and home - about fifteen minutes from either. I let them drag me along. There were two strip clubs...one for over 21 which served alcohol, and one for over 18, a juice bar.
The guys laughed at me as they used their fake ID's to get into the over 21 club, telling me that they'd meet me in front of the juice club in a few hours. Left to myself, I wandered over to the other bar, payed my cover and went in.
There were a few kids my age, some businessmen, and a few others - about 20 people total. The stripper on the floor wasn't anything special. I changed a $20 into $1's and took a seat near the dance floor.
The next dancer was better. She came out dressed as a cop, had a hot, young body. I slipped a few bills into her g-string during her three songs, figuring I'd watch one rotation, and when the dancers started repeating, I'd leave.
The announcer introduced the next dancer....one for those who like them older ladies. The curtain opened, and out stepped Mom. My eyes bulged, and my mouth hung open. Mom was dressed like a business woman. She was wearing a black dress, black stockings, and spiked black heels. She had a suit coat buttoned over a white shirt with a loose tie around her neck. She never looked better.
As the music began, she started strutting around the stage, doing the moves I had often masturbated to watching. My cock, which had barely twitched at the other dancers became a raging hardon.
Mom slipped off the jacket and tossed the tie into the audience....it landed in my hands. Her gaze followed it, and when she saw me, a broad smile crossed her lips as she focused to dance to me.
Mom's jacket lay in a pool on the dance floor, and the bright lights lit up her shirt. She slowly undid the cuffs and sexually undid the buttons, displaying a black camisole under the shirt, with black, leather bra straps exposed. Mom pushed out her chest as she wiggled her hips.
She moved to the floor and slid towards me on the floor. When she reached the edge of the stage directly in front of me, she got on all fours, back to me and shook her hips and ass. Her hand pointed to her zipper, so I reached up and pulled down the zipper on Mom's skirt. My hands grasped her hips as she slid away. Skirt collapsed in my hands as she slid across the floor. I sat back down, skirt in my hands, feeling the heat of where her body had just been. Mom slowly stood and displayed herself. Her legs were encased with black stockings, leading up to a black, leather garter-belt. Under the belt were leather panties, red.
The room got silent as Mom danced towards me. I held up a dollar, and Mom presented me with her thigh. I slid a bill into her garter. Mom put her hand over mine and slid it over her thigh and to her panties. I could feel her heat. A collective sigh went out from everyone watching, and I heard the snick of the lock in the door. Somehow, I suspected this happened more than once.
Mom started grinding her hips into my hand, then reached down and pulled my up, as she pressed her hips down. Next thing I knew, My face was pressed into Mom's panties. A few people in the crowd cheered. Mom slid the panties aside and lay down with her legs hanging over the edge of the stage. I buried my face into Mom, not caring that many strangers were watching. My tongue buried itself into Mom, tasting her honey. Mom grunted, then pulled away.
She kneeled and pulled me onto the stage. I sat down next to her as she dropped her camisole. Mom presented her leather clad breasts to me..the ones I had watched for years. I grabbed the material and pulled. The center strap broke, and Mom's breasts flopped in my face. I grabbed Mom and forced her onto her back. I started licking and sucking her breasts. I pulled her nipples into my mouth and sucked hard.
Our hips were grinding together. Mom's hands were entwined into my hair. "Fuck me, son...it's time to fuck Mommy!" The crowd cheered at this. I just ripped my pants open, tearing my zipper clean off. My hard cock zeroed into Mom's pussy and I buried myself to the hilt. I thrust deep into Mom, and she pushed back.
"Oh Mom...I've waited years for this...fuck me Mom...fuck your son!"
"Oh baby, fuck mommy's pussy...mommy wants you....oh do mommy.."
It didn't take long for me to shoot deep into Mom's pussy. I grunted and felt my cum rush out. "Oh Mom!" I shouted.
"Yes Son! Cum in mommy's pussy!"
The crowd applauded as we climaxed together. A couple of guys started climbing the stage. Mom looked up, shocked. "No...only him...only my son."
The guys settled back, and we pulled ourselves up. The stage was covered with bills, and Mom collected them as we headed back stage.
I made love to Mom twice more that afternoon...during each of her dances. The last time took over 45 minutes, the crowd loved it.
Now. Mom and I perform together twice a week at the club. Mom also caught dad with a new honey, so she kicked him out. It wasn't long before I moved back home, and into Mom's bed.
We still watch each other...often, but we also fuck...often.
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