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Archive name: Watchmom.txt  (m/f, pedo, inc)
Authors name: Lisa Graves (Taxgal12@xfx.com)
Story Title : Watching Mom

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Watching Mom
by Lisa Graves (c) 1998


	Paul moved quietly along the side of the house,
 hoping his eyes would adjust to the dark so that he
 wouldn't go tripping across a hose or some booby-trap
 left by his 5 year old brother.   He kept his eyes
 fixed on the window 30 feet ahead from which a pale
 light was barely reaching out into the night.

	Just to his right was the rough cedar fence put
 up to keep the crazy next door neighbors at bay and to
 give some privacy so Paul and his family could enjoy
 their swimming pool.  To Paul's left was the cool, dark
 brick of his house and he touched at it for guidance in
 the darkness, fingertips tracing a path along the un-
 even surface.  There was no sound other than the
 beating of his heart which was now starting to be a
 throbbing hammer in his neck. His mouth was dry and
 he took every step with caution and care, bringing
 each foot down gently but firmly.  It was so quiet
 that when the central air unit a few feet ahead of him
 suddenly jumped into motion it was as if Paul had been
 kicked in the chest.

	For a moment he considered backing up, but he
 had gone this far and couldn't really change course.
 Not now.

	From somewhere down the street came the barking
 of a dog.  The air conditioner had settled down into a
 dull drone which, Paul realized, would cover any sounds
 he might make.  He took another step toward that
 window, then another.  Somewhere a car door closed,
 hard.  He waited a moment, trying to calm his jagged
 breathing.

	Turning back?  No.  Not after all the prepara-
 tions he'd made!

	Everything was perfect, and timing was essen-
 tial.  Billy, his 5 year old brother, was asleep in
 his own room on the other side of the house.  No one
 else was in the house except for Paul's mother, and
 she had told him she was going to take a shower and
 go to bed and had already kissed him goodnight.  As
 far as she knew, her 14 year old son was in his room
 watching TV - she certainly wouldn't suspect he was
 edging along the house through the darkness toward her
 bedroom window!

	But preparations were more than timing - they
 involved a lot of work!  He had slipped into his
 mother's bedroom earlier before she got home from work
 and had moved the edge of the curtain ever so slightly,
 making sure one slat in the mini-blind was raised just
 enough.  He hoped she wouldn't notice.  He had been so
 careful that he'd actually begun the night before when
 he did a dry run -- rigged the window and stood in her
 room, trying to determine if the brightness of the in-
 side bedroom light would make the night outside even
 darker, providing better cover.

	It did.

	And so he was confident he wouldn't be seen, but
 not so sure he'd be able to see.  What about the angle?
 What about the precarious arrangement of the curtain
 and blind?  Was it too much?  Not enough?

	It was a risk, but in Paul's mind it seemed
 worth it.  After all, his mom was beautiful - long red
 hair down her back, a face that looked to him as if it
 belonged on a movie screen.  

	Lisa was in her thirties, but that was a shock
 to most people because she still looked like she was a
 teenager. In fact, Paul's favorite picture of her was
 the one that showed her in competition for a beauty
 contest the town had sponsored maybe fifteen years be-
 fore.  No, she'd lost little and, in fact, now looked
 better than ever.  There were a few more pounds, but
 that made her hips and curves that much more exciting,
 and it was obvious that she'd been taking care of her-
 self.  Whenever she took Paul with her to the health
 club on Sundays - family day - Paul's ears burned when
 he saw how the men looked at her.

	Paul's father had put in the swimming pool five
 years ago, just two years before the accident that took
 him away from them, and so Paul often had a chance to
 see his mother in her bathing suit.  Still, it was a
 one piece (much like the one in the photograph he loved
 so much) and he wondered what was being hidden?  It was
 obvious to see that she had great legs - long and
 shaped just right.  She had a nearly perfect backside,
 the suit cut low to show somewhat pale but flawless
 skin.  Her round ass was amazing, but it was what the
 suit revealed in the front that gave him many hours of
 masturbating fantasies.

	The suit was very modest, but her cleavage still
 managed to escape the confines and traveled up toward
 her neck.  Those were what he wanted to see...that was
 the reason for this careful movement through the night
 in the cover of darkness.

	After what seemed like an hour, Paul reached the
 window.  He moved slowly into place and found that his
 work on the window blinds and curtain hadn't been de-
 tected.  He could see a good bit of the bedroom, from
 a portion of the bed on the right past a closet and
 then almost to the door of the master bathroom.  What
 he couldn't see was his mom and for a moment he felt a
 panic.  What if she'd taken a short shower - unlike her
 - and gone looking for him.

	The entire plan seemed crazy now and his reac-
 tion was to bolt and run. Just as he'd made his mind up
 to retreat, she walked past and cut through his field
 of vision.

	She had just come out of the shower, hair up in
 a towel, wearing her light blue terrycloth robe.  She
 breezed past once and then came back into view, rubbing
 out her hair with the towel and running a brush through
 it a few times.  She'd obviously managed to keep it
 from getting too wet in the shower, because the red
 hair was basically dry, hanging down past her
 shoulders.  She turned slightly toward him now and for
 a moment her green eyes seemed to sweep past the window
 - but they didn't linger, not even for a half-second.

	Lisa sat down on the side of the bed and her son
 saw that she had a tube of something - lotion - in one
 hand.  She stretched out one of her long legs and began
 slowly rubbing it, massaging in the cream.  She started
 at her ankle and worked up, the robe opening to reveal
 her leg all the way up to her upper thigh.  He'd seen
 her legs in the swimsuit before, but now, like this,
 they looked even more exciting.

	His mother continued rubbing, massaging, and
 then started on the other leg. She squirted some lotion
 into her hand and moved up along her calf, past her
 knee, and then to her thigh.  She kept rubbing the
 lotion in small circles until, it seemed to Paul, it
 should have been gone from her hand.  Still she rubbed.

	Her finger moved differently now, brushing along
 her inner thighs.  Her head seemed to raise up and back
 on its own, dreamily, eyes closed.   She was turned
 slightly away from him now, and he was astonished to
 see her legs open slightly.  Her fingers now moved not
 to her thighs but to that place between her thighs -
 and they moved gently now, slowly rotating in a circle.
 She moved slightly, mouth barely open and a tongue
 touching her full lips.  She rubbed a little faster,
 but her fingers were no longer moving in a circle, but
 moving in and out.  At his angle, Paul could begin to
 see the traces of a patch of red hair between her legs.

	He felt his cock jump to life.  She was mastur-
 bating!  His mother was rubbing off, or whatever girls
 called it!

	The motions of her hands became more animated
 now and she took her right hand away from its place on
 her thigh - keeping the left one in place -- and
 reached up to brush across the fabric that covered her
 breasts.  His mother's hand moved across and then back
 - she was touching at her nipple through the terrycloth
 robe!  In another moment her head went back even
 farther and her lips were pursed as if to blow out a
 candle.

	Her right hand slid over and pulled the robe
 open slightly, letting it fall part way down her
 shoulders.  Paul's own right hand went down toward his
 now very stiff cock and he quickly pulled down the
 running shorts he was wearing.  His dick stood out in
 the night, ridged aching.  He grasped it firmly and
 began to lightly stroke it, watching his beautiful
 mother.

	Then, all his efforts were rewarded.  His mother
 allowed the robe to slip all the way down her arms,
 revealing her breasts.  Paul gasped and felt his mouth
 go very dry.  They were beautiful - far larger than he
 had imagined.  Both were full and round with only the
 slightest hint of a sag to them.  The nipples were pink
 and large, lovely against the redhead's pale skin. They
 were stiff, too, like Paul's cock, and she licked the
 tips of her fingers of her right hand and began to
 circle the nipple - slowly.  Her eyelids fluttered, and
 he could her a moan. 

	Paul felt as if he was somehow out of his body,
 but his hand around his cock kept him anchored.  He
 stroked faster, but somewhere in his mind he also
 wanted this to go on forever.

	The fingers of Lisa's right hand pulled gently
 at the nipple they had been caressing - drawing it out
 from her breast in a way that Paul thought should have
 been painful - but it wasn't by the expression on her
 face.  She then twisted the nipple, back arching, and
 her left hand began to dance faster now between her
 legs.

	She turned a bit, more toward the window, and
 Paul could see where her left hand had been working.
 The patch of red hair between her legs was trimmed so
 short as to be almost invisible and Paul saw for the
 first time a woman's cunt - and it was his mothers,
 and it was beautiful.  Her fingers were moving in and
 out now and he saw the glistening on her hand and knew
 it wasn't all lotion.

	His own hand began to work even faster now.....

	Her breasts moved ever so slightly from side to
 side with her passion as she moved her fingers deep
 within herself and pulled them out.  She then raised
 her left hand and touched the fingers to her lips.  Her
 tongue moved along the tips, tasting herself, and her
 right hand continued to rub her breast - ignoring the
 nipple and squeezing the entire breast now, hard and
 firm.

	She began to buck a little, to tremble.  Her
 eyelids popped open and then closed, drifted back open
 halfway and she was biting her large lower lip. In a
 moment she stopped massaging her beautiful breast and
 reached down by her side.  Paul, hypnotized, felt the
 droplets of precum on his hand and smoothed them on
 his shaft for lubrication.

	When his mother's hand came up, it had a large
 black something in it - shaped somewhat like a cock.
 She spread her legs wider and Paul felt his breath
 catch as he saw her take the tip of that thing and
 move it to her pussy.  In a moment it slid in, al-
 though with some effort, for the tool was very large,
 and she lay back on the bed, still in view. 

	Her arms worked feverishly now, moving that
 thing in and out of her slit. Her eyes were smoky and
 lust-glazed now.  Lying on her back and pumping the
 black tool in glorious abandon, his mother was twitch-
 ing now, almost convulsing.  She brought her lovely
 legs up and put her feet on the edge of the bed, knees
 toward the ceiling.  The motion of her arms caused her
 perfect breasts to jiggle and bounce wildly, and it was
 on that Paul focused his attention.

	His balls began to ache and swell as his hands
 worked faster, watching the heaving breasts with their
 pebble-hard nipples sway and wobble with passion.

	Faster now.

	She moved faster, too.

	Her back arched.
	
	Her mouth opened.

	Paul felt the pressure in his balls grow and
 then his asscheeks tightened.

	His mother began to buck and sway, grinding her
 hips as she pussy-fucked herself with the dildo.

	She was coming.

	Paul's first jet of hot sperm shot out, staining
 the brick wall of the house. His mom's savage climax
 sent another load flying into the night, the thick,
 milky jizz spurting wildly, pulsing.  He leaned against
 the wall for support, knees week, and saw his mother
 rolling wildly about, finally stopping.

	His breath sounded to him like a chain-saw.  He
 could see his mom clearly now as she extracted the
 dripping wet dildo and traced a path with it along her
 stomach, then her chest to her mouth.  She suckled it
 a moment and then let her arms fall out to the side,
 chest heaving as she caught her breath.

	Then, she turned on one side, her perfectly
 rounded ass toward him, and curled up.  Paul staggered
 back along the wall, somehow missing the air condi-
 tioner, and saw to his horror that his running shorts
 were stained with some of the evidence of his cum.  He
 couldn't go in like this!  What if she saw him?

	Still panting, he turned and walked quickly
 across the yard, diving into the swimming pool.  The
 water was cold but it would hide the evidence.

	The back door to the house opened.

	"Paul???"

	It was his mom.

	"I'm in the pool!"

	"I thought you were in your room watching TV?"

	"Nothing good to see," he said.  "I decided to
 swim, instead."

	"Okay," she said.  "I was just worried about
 you...."

	"I'm great," he said.

	There was a pause.

	His mother stepped down onto the back patio.
 She was wearing her swimsuit - but not one he'd ever
 seen before.  It wasn't the old one piece, but rather
 a bikini - still modest in some ways but very promising
 in others.  The light from the house outlined her body
 perfectly and Paul found the flood of memories of what
 he had seen through the window began to stir inside
 him. 

	"Paul," she called out.  "Do you mind if I join
 you?  Or do you want to swim alone?"

	"Sure mom," Paul called out.  "Come on in - the
 water is really warm....."

	Lisa bounded down the patio steps and across the
 darkened lawn.  The light in the pool was on, giving
 the entire night scene an almost ethereal glow. Paul
 took a moment to quickly scan the new bathing suit his
 mom was wearing. What happened to her old one-piece?
 Why this bikini which, on anybody else, would be modest
 but on her seemed so daring?

	"I better not get my hair wet!" She slowly
 walked down into the pool, using the steps, and Paul
 envied the way the water clung to her and moved up
 along her legs....from the ankles to the knees, then
 slowly up the thighs.....

	"Are you all right?" she asked.

	"I guess so," he stammered.

	"It is so beautiful out here tonight," she
 sighed, standing in the shallow end so that the water
 lapped slightly at her breasts that were covered by
 the bikini top.

	Paul felt himself grow a bit dizzy.  He suddenly
 flashed back to the scene through the window of his
 mother playing with herself, naked and spread out
 across the bed with the dildo stuck so deeply into her.
 He felt his cock begin to stiffen a bit and did a quick
 lap across the pool, brushing close to his mother.

	"You really have a lot of energy," she said,
 smiling.  "Wish I had some of it!"

	Paul held on to the side of the pool and tried
 to catch his breath.  Then, without really thinking, he
 shoved off from the side of the pool and swam near the
 bottom, eyes open, looking at his mother's legs.  She
 was standing with them slightly apart and he kept get-
 ting closer.  At the last moment, she moved each leg a
 little to one side and he swam between them, coming up
 on the other side in the shallow water, gasping for
 breath.

	His mother giggled that laugh that she had, the
 one that sounded to him like wind chimes.  "Ole!" she
 shouted. 

	Paul laughed, too, and thought about making
 another pass between those legs when Lisa went over to
 the steps, hands trailing in the warm water with
 fingers spread.  She sat down on the steps and put her
 head back.  "This might not be such a good idea," she
 said.

	"Swimming?"  Paul asked. 

	"Well," she began, then stopped, touching at the
 water with her fingertips. "No.  Not swimming."

	"What?"  Paul was confused.

	"I felt a little lonely tonight and I wanted to
 be close to you," she said. "Wanting to be with someone
 who can give a little company."

	"Gosh, Mom," Paul began.

	"You are a wonderful son," she said.  "What
 would I have done without you, especially your help
 with your little brother?"

	"No problem," Paul said.

	"I know you don't mind sweetie," she said, and
 leaned forward and gave him a light kiss on the lips.
 Then she sat back and smiled faintly.  "I guess you
 are a bit too old to be kissed by your mom."

	"No," Paul protested.  "Not at all."

	The glow from the underwater light made his
 mother's skin look as if it had been sculpted from some
 flawless, pale stone.  Her green eyes were accented by
 the light as well as the mop of red hair that framed
 her beautiful face. There was a moment when everything
 seemed to stop as Paul looked straight into those eyes
 which seemed to hold a slightly hidden promise.
 Suddenly, Lisa broke off the trance and got to her feet
 turning and walking up the steps and out of the pool.

	"I'm sorry," she said, face suddenly taut.  "I
 should go on to bed.  I've had a little too much wine."

	Paul watched his mother walk across the lawn and
 onto the patio, completely entranced by the way her ass
 moved as she walked - a kind of lilting roll that
 caught him squarely between the legs.  He stepped out
 of the pool as soon as the door closed and slipped in
 the door, stopping by the bathroom near his bedroom to
 slip out of his shorts and wrap a towel around his
 waist. Then he then stood in the hallway heart pounding
 and looked toward his mother's door, which was partly
 open - as it if it was supposed to have been closed all
 the way but didn't quite catch.

	He crept slowly down the long, dark hall and
 peered through the crack in the door.  His mother was
 sitting on the side of the bed, a towel underneath her
 to keep the wet suit from leaving a mark on the covers.
 She was wiping tears from her eyes and had her head
 bent down.  In a moment, as if making a decision, she
 suddenly stood up and reached around back, unhooking
 the bikini top and letting it fall to the floor.  Paul
 gasped, for the view through the door was far more
 clear than the one through the bedroom window had been.
 Immediately his cock began to swell beneath the towel
 around his waist.

	Her nipples were erect, pinkish in color to
 match the pale skin and red hair.  The warmth of the
 water from the pool had met the chill of the central
 air conditioner and they had responded accordingly.
 She rubbed her large, full breasts with both hands as
 if to warm them, then reached over to the bedside table
 and took a glass of wine, taking a large gulp.  She put
 the glass down and sat on the bed, her fist hitting the
 pillow one time in frustration.

	Suddenly, her eyes swept over to the crack in
 the door and she stiffened. "Paul?"  She called out his
 name again, louder this time, clutching one edge of the
 bedspread and pulling it up over her chest. 

	Paul felt the electricity shoot through him and
 he wasn't sure if he should move.  Finally, he took a
 step back, hoping she had not actually seen him, then
 another.  From down the hall he called out, "Yeah,
 Mom?"

	"Would you come in here, please?"

	Paul took a deep breath and then looked down at
 his erection so visible as it tented out the towel.  He
 adjusted himself so that it was pointing straight up,
 against his skin, and held the towel as best he could
 so as not to give away his condition.  Having done
 that, he stepped up and opened the door and peeked in.

	"Yeah Mom?"

	"Could you come in here a minute, please?"

	Paul walked in.  "Yes?"

	"Were you just at my door?"

	Paul felt his face turn bright red.  The answer
 was obvious.

	"Come here," she said.

	Paul stepped forward, closer to the bed.  His
 mother still had her bedspread up around her and she
 looked up at him. 

	"You are so tall," she said, and then glanced
 down his chest.  Her eyes widened slightly as she saw
 the unmistakable bulge that showed through the towel.
 She touched at her upper lip with the very tip of her
 tongue and her breathing seemed to become jagged.  "Oh,
 Paul," she said, as if from a great distance. 

	They were silent for a moment.  He was looking
 down at her face while she stared straight ahead at his
 hardness.  Then, in slow motion, she reached a hand up,
 her long fingers moving toward his erection.  She
 touched at the top of the towel and paused, blinking
 once but not moving her eyes.

	"Oh, Paul," she said again.  "I really feel.."

	Then she gave the most imperceptible touch at
 the top of the towel and it half melted half fell away,
 allowing Paul's cock to spring free.  It was pointing
 nearly straight up.

	"Paul," she said in a quiet little voice.  "I'm
 sorry." 

	"Don't be," he managed.

	His mother reached out her fingers again and
 wrapped them around his fully erect prick, and her eye-
 lids fluttered.  

	"It's been so long," she said.  "Forgive me..."

	With that, she leaned forward and touched her
 lips to his cock-head, kissing it lightly at first and
 then with a bit more energy.  She opened her lips, 
 hesitant at first, and allowed him to enter ever so
 slightly into her mouth, his head resting on her
 tongue.  Paul felt his knees go weak and his chest
 tightened.  His mother let her hand go from her chest
 and the bedspread fell away.  She moved forward now,
 taking her son's heavy cock into her throat and began
 to slowly move back and forth.  Her hands snaked up and
 grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling him even
 deeper - if such a thing was possible.

	Paul bent forward slightly and touched at her
 breasts....trying not to be rough.  She moaned in the
 back of her throat, which caused a vibration on his
 cock-head that sent a shudder of pleasure through him.
 She continued working on him, faster now, and then
 sucked the head while her long fingers pumped at his
 shaft.  In a moment she pulled back and lay back on
 the bed, her hand on his arm urging him to follow her.
 He fell a bit awkwardly and before he could recover she
 kissed him, full on the lips, her tongue moving quickly
 into his mouth.

	Paul felt his cock brush against her inner thigh
 and the heat from it made her wiggle.  She guided his
 head down from her lips to her nipples and he tasted
 his mother's breast.

	"Oh, god, yes," she said in a tight voice. "Suck
 my nipple please.  Roll it, yes, with your tongue.  Yes
 baby.  Bite it.  Gently.  Gently.  Now pull the nipple.
 Yes.  Yes.  Tongue it.  Faster.  Faster.  Oh god,
 faster."

	Paul felt his mother move so that his leg was
 between her leg, the warmth of her pussy evident
 through the fabric of her bikini bottom.  She rubbed
 harder, squeezing tight.  Her clit moved up and down
 his leg from the knee to the middle of his thigh.

	"Suck me please," she said, but her voice was
 tight and small. "I'm is going to cum, baby.  I need to
 come so bad.  Help me, Paul.  Help me come."

	Paul continued  working her nipple and felt her
 warmth go to heat on his leg.  Then, suddenly, she let
 out a scream and held herself suspended a moment, legs
 clamped down on his leg.  She bucked wildly, rippling
 her body as her back arched and fell, screaming and
 gasping for air.

	Then, she was still.  She was breathing hard but
 managed to say, "Do you jack off, Paul?  Is that what
 they call it?  Jacking off??"

	"Yes," he managed, "sometimes..."

	She pushed him and guided him until he was
 standing again and she sat on the corner of the bed.
 "Do it for me.  Show me.  Show me how you come."

	Paul's cock-head was on fire and he began to
 stroke quickly.  His mother moved slightly and then
 cupped her breasts, raising them up as she pushed them
 together.   It was as if she was forming a receptacle
 for what was to come issuing forth from his aching
 cock.

	"Good," she cooed.  "Good...look what I have for
 you."

	Paul looked down at the full breasts held up and
 together.  His mother leaned forward slightly and moved
 her tits from side to the side so that the nipples
 brushed across the bottom of his balls.  That was more
 than he could take and with one more quick pump of his
 right hand his cock exploded in a stream of jism that
 covered his mother's breasts.  In the spasm of ecstasy
 he moved enough to send a shower of cum onto her face,
 some of it catching her lips.

	"Milk it dry for me baby," she said in a voice
 so soft and sexy as to cause one last wave of cum to
 shoot forth.  Then, she leaned forward and took his
 quivering cock into her mouth, cleaning him.  Then,
 she fell back onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling,
 breathing so hard that he could see her breasts rise
 and fall.

	"Paul," she said.  "I'm so sorry."

	"Sorry?" he asked.  "Please don't be."

	"I'm so confused," she said.  "It was so good.
 So very good."

	Paul nodded, his knees weak.

	"Lay down here next to me baby," she said.
 "Please.  Hold me."

	With that, she pulled back the covers and slip-
 ped under them.  She reached down and in a moment the
 bikini bottoms were in her hand.  She threw them on the
 floor.  "Please?"

	He crawled under the covers and moved next to
 her.  Her body was hot but covered with a cool sweat.
  
	"We really cannot do this," she said.  "Ever
 again.  But tonight.  Please, tonight?  Tonight is
 ours?"

	Paul felt himself growing hard against the pres-
 sure of her leg.  

	"All right, mom," he said.  "Tonight."


			E  N  D

Written for Paul Grasbinber with love. Lisa

At Kristen's collection--------------------------------