Donna Allen

See mom suck

Ryan was afraid to breathe. He had his eyes against the peephole, and he was afraid she'd hear his breathing or the pounding of his heart. His mother was on the other side of the wall, and she was beginning to undress. He'd been waiting almost an hour for her to come up to her bedroom. Now it was starting, and he was going nuts with excitement.

It wasn't the first time. He'd made the peephole about a month ago and he'd been able to see her naked a dozen times. But each time the excitement was as intense as the first time. His mother had become his obsession. He'd always had fantasies about her, but ever since he started watching her through the peephole he'd been thinking about nothing else.

She had her blouse off now. Her name was Jennifer and she was a beautiful woman in her prime. She kept her dark hair cut short in a boyish style that revealed the elegance of her face and neck. She had a trim athletic body with solid tits. The soft white bra she now wore was filled to capacity, the lace strained and sheer enough to show the shadows of her nipples.

Ryan knew all about her bras. The soft filmy bras and the more substantial bras she sometimes wore with certain clothes. Size thirty-six with a C cup. He wanted the bra off now. He wanted her tits swinging, hanging, and the light brown nipples visible. He never failed to be excited by her tits. He was young and he'd had girls, but he'd never had a girl with tits as beautiful as his mother's.

As she usually did, she removed the bra before undressing any farther. Unhooking the back, pulling the shoulder straps down, then peeling the cups away. Her tits were suddenly free, spilling out, jiggling as she moved to drop the bra into a drawer. Ryan thought her nipples were perfect. The areole weren't that large, but the points were as thick as a finger and long enough so that her nipples always looked stiff. He had daydreams about sucking them. They made his mouth water, and now as he watched her tits bobbing around, he pulled his cock out of his open fly and began stroking it.

Stripped to the waist as she was, his mother puttered around at her dresser awhile. She still wore the rest of her street clothes, a narrow skirt, nylons and heels. Ryan tried to calm himself as he waited for the rest of the show. Sometimes he thought his heart would explode, blast a hole right through the wall and he'd fall inside her bedroom at her feet.

Finally she started undressing again, unzipping her skirt, pulling and pushing it down over her ass and thighs and ultimately stepping out of it. Her ass was glorious, bulging in her dark brown pantyhose now, not too large, but round and firm and as mouth-watering as her tits. The split, the crack of her ass, looked deep and wonderful and Ryan wanted to bury himself in it.

He told himself he would gladly die suffocated by her ass. He would give his left arm to sniff the crack and his right arm to lick it.

Christ, you're crazy, he thought. You'll go bonkers and get taken away in a wagon. He told himself he didn't care one way or the other as long as he had some time to enjoy her ass and those gorgeous legs.

Finally she turned to face him and he could see her dark bush of cunt-hair pressed flat by her sheer pantyhose. Her pussy. So far he hadn't seen more than this. He hadn't seen the slit itself yet, neither the lips nor anything between. He had a magazine with a picture of a woman who resembled his mother, and in the photo the woman had her legs wide open to show all of her hairy cunt. Ryan treasured the photo because he imagined his mother's cunt was like that, full-lipped, hairy all the way down the slit, with a prominent clit and a slightly gaping cunthole. None of the girls he knew had cunts like that.

He continued stroking his cock, but slowly and carefully in order to avoid shooting off. He was afraid to come while he was in the closet with his eye at the peephole. He was afraid he'd make a noise and his mother would hear him. He was terrified she'd find out about his spying on her. She could be such a bitch sometimes when she was angry. They had a good relationship, but she never took any crap from him. She was too independent. She had divorced his father when Ryan was a baby and all these years she'd managed things herself. She and Ryan fought sometimes, but no matter what happened Ryan always adored her.

And he dreamed about her. Night dreams and daydreams. He dreamed about touching her and fucking her. He didn't want to think about fucking her now because it would make him come.

He watched her as she sat on the end of the bed to peel off her pantyhose. He was looking at her from the side, and he couldn't see between her legs. She always sat there. If only she'd sit on this side of the bed, she'd be facing him and he might see something. God, he loved her legs. She had long athletic legs.

She played lots of tennis and she was almost as good as he was. What he wanted at the moment was to get down there between her legs and suck her pussy-gash. He did it to his girlfriends sometimes and it always tuned him on. He was certain it would blow his mind if he ever did it to a woman like his mother. Sometimes he would spend an hour staring at that photo of the woman who looked like his mother and imagine himself sucking her hairy cunt.

Now his mother was naked, and she walked into the bathroom with a slight wiggle of her lovely ass. In a moment, Ryan heard her turn on the shower.

She had a date later with Paul Simpson, her current boyfriend. Paul was a businessman about forty, and he and Ryan's mother had been dating about a year. Ryan hated Paul. First, because he and Paul didn't get along that well, and second, because he knew that Paul was fucking his mother and he couldn't stand the idea of it.

He knew they were fucking because sometimes they did it in her bedroom and he could hear them. He also knew they were fucking because his mother had more or less admitted it once when she and Ryan were talking about her love life and how difficult it was to be a woman without a man. She didn't need a man for support.

She owned and managed a small travel agency and the business was successful. She said what she needed was companionship. And then she came right out and said she was also a healthy woman and she also needed men for sex.

"I don't want you to be jealous," she said. "It's been just the two of us all these years and I don't want you to be jealous if I have dater with men. You're old enough now to understand about men and women."

Yes, he was old enough. He stayed in the closet, waiting for her to come out of the shower, and then when she came out wrapped in a large towel, he pressed his eye to the peephole again and watched her get dressed for the date she had with Paul Simpson.

She put on black tonight, a black lace bra and black panties and then sheer black pantyhose and high-heeled black sandals. Then she spent twenty minutes seated in front of her vanity mirror doing her makeup.

Ryan thought about fucking her and then he thought about Paul Simpson fucking her. They did it in her bedroom sometimes when they came home late and she thought Ryan was asleep. Ryan had spent many a night going crazy with his ear pressed against the wall listening to them and trying to imagine what was going on. Since he'd made the peephole, they hadn't done it in her bedroom. Every time she went out with Paul Simpson, Ryan prayed they would come back to the house and fuck in her room. Tonight would be the same and he knew he'd be praying for the next three or four hours.

Finally she had her makeup completed and she was ready to finish dressing. Ryan loved watching her walk around in her underwear. She had such a gorgeous ass. He couldn't bear thinking of Paul Simpson's hands on her ass. Or any other man's hands. He couldn't stand it. He tried not to think about it, but the image of some guy's hands on her ass drove him crazy.

His cock, was like an iron bar now. He had to be careful touching it. He curled his fingers around the base and rhythmically squeezed his cock-shaft. He had a big cock and he was proud of it. The girls at the high school all compared notes on the boys and Ryan knew he was near the top of the list. He could get his cock out to eight inches when it was really hard, and even when it was soft he had almost four inches of swinging prick for a girl to play with. One girl had told him his cock was longer when it was soft than some of the cocks she'd seen when they were hard.

His mother was finished dressing now. Ten minutes later she called out to Ryan and told him that she was leaving. "I won't be home before midnight. So please don't worry about me!"

He said goodbye to her through his bedroom door. His cock was still hard and there was no way he could come out. He waited until he heard the front door slam shut, and then he quickly pulled his jeans off and he lay down on his bed with a groan.

Now he was naked from the waist down and he could handle his cock and balls without fear of shooting his load and making noise. He wished he had a girl with him to suck him off. They all did it. Some of them pretended not to like it that much, but they all did it. Some of them would take his cum in their mouths and swallow it and some of them wouldn't. He liked to watch them suck and then he liked it best when they swallowed his jism at the end.

He was a jock and popular with the girls and these days he never had any trouble getting at least a blowjob when he dated a girl. They would suck off his big cock while he finger-fucked their pussies. Sometimes a girl was aggressive enough to get him to go down on her before she sucked his cock, but usually they were passive and they let him call the shots as long as he didn't force them to do anything they didn't want to do.

Oh the hell with them, he thought. He couldn't understand teenaged girls one way or the other. They giggled about cocks but they didn't really care about fucking that much. What really turned him on was an older woman, some of the teachers in school and women like his mother. Especially women like his mother.

He stroked his cock with his hand as he thought about her. The way her nipples stuck out. The way her ass looked when she walked around in her bedroom.

The dark bush of cunthair between her thighs. Sometimes she walked around outside her bedroom in her underwear. He always tried to be cool about it. She would see him in his jockey shorts and he would see her in her bra and panties. It wasn't that much of a big, deal because he saw more of her in a bikini when the weather was warm.

It turned him on when she looked at him in his jockey shorts. He would never stay undressed too long because he was afraid he'd get a hard-on and be embarrassed. But she did look at him, at the bulge in his crotch, and one time he thought he caught a slight smile of approval.

She was such a sexy bitch with her firm body and long legs and bright eyes. None of his friends had a mother to compare with his. He thought of her tits again. He imagined himself sucking her nipples and then sliding down to suck her pussy. He imagined what it would be like to bury his nose and mouth in that hot gash between her legs.

And then he would fuck it. He pictured himself on top of her, his cock pushing against her cunt and then sliding inside. The hot flesh of her cunt grabbing at his cock.

God, how he hated Paul Simpson. He hated all her boyfriends. He couldn't stand the idea of anyone else fucking her. He just couldn't stand it.

A cry came out of Ryan's throat as his balls erupted. The jism spurted out of his cock, wad after wad jetting into the air and then falling on his belly. His eyes closed, his mouth open, he continued pumping his prick until his balls were empty.

***

Four hours later Ryan was at the peephole again. His prayers had been answered. For the first time in more than a month, his mother and Paul Simpson were in his mother's bedroom after a date. And for the first time since he'd secretly made the peephole, Ryan was able to watch them together. He could see everything and he could hear everything and he was certain this would be the most wonderful night of his life.

The lights had been dimmed in his mother's room. The two of them lay on her bed kissing. They were still fully dressed. Jennifer had her arms around Paul's neck and her lips pressed against his. Now they slowly broke apart and they each left the bed and started undressing.

"Please try motto make any noise," Jennifer said softly.

Paul grinned at her as he peeled his shirt off. "Don't worry, the kid's asleep. It's nearly one o'clock."

Jennifer had her blouse off now. When she unhooked her bra, Paul came over to her and took her tits in his hands. He lifted her tits and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. "That girl at the club doesn't have anything half as nice as these."

"She's got more."

Paul chuckled and lowered his head to take a nipple between his lips. He sucked her tit a few moments, and then he moved to the other one and did the same. When he pulled his mouth away, both nipples were glistening with his saliva. "Come on, let's get naked."

They finished stripping. Behind the wall, Ryan's heart pounded like a pile-driver. He could see Paul's cock now and he hated Paul even more. The guy was hung. Big balls and a big prick. Ryan clenched his teeth as his mother walked over to Paul and took his balls in her hand. "Horny, baby?"

"What do you think?"

"I think this big prick is going to do nice things for me."

She held his balls in her left hand and took hold of his cock with her right hand. She curled her fingers around his cock and pumped it a few times. Paul pulled at one of her nipples. "Why don't you marry me?"

Jennifer chuckled. "Because I'm happy the way I am."

After that she went down on him. Ryan muffled a groan as he watched his mother drop to her knees to suck Paul's cock. She still held his nuts. She pulled at his ball-bag now as she sucked on his cock-knob.

"Suck it, angel. That's just what I need." Paul slowly pumped his hips, fucking her mouth as he fondled her head with his hands.

Finally Jennifer pulled away and rose to her feet. Now his cock showed the wetness of her saliva. She grabbed his big balls again and pulled him to the bed. "Let's put this where it belongs."

Once on the bed, she stretched out on her back and opened her legs. Her body was at an angle, and for the first time ever Ryan had a clear view of his mother's cunt. His heart pounded in his chest as he feasted his eyes on every detail.

It was very much as he'd dreamed about it, just like that photo he had. A dark cunt, thick-lipped and hairy, the hair curling all the way down into the crack of her ass. She pulled her knees up and opened her thighs as Paul approached the bed, and for a moment Ryan had a clear glimpse of the dark pucker of her asshole.

Then Paul was over her, mounting her, leaning down to suck her tits. They whispered together and suddenly they rolled over and Jennifer was on top. She had her back to Ryan and his pulse raced as he gazed at her ass. He saw her fingers between her thighs. She was fitting Paul's cock into the mouth of her cunt. The next moment both people on the bed groaned as Jennifer's cunt slid over Paul's big cock. Jennifer adjusted her legs, shifted her body a bit and started fucking him.

Ryan went crazy with lust. He could see everything, her round ass, her asshole, the way her cunt-hole was stretched by Paul's big cock, the juice pouring out of her pussy to drench his cock-shaft and balls. Ryan thought she looked so beautiful fucking that cock. She had such a beautiful body. He watched as she reached back to fondle Paul's balls.

She was leaning over his face now and he had one of her tits in his mouth. His hands were on Jennifer's ass, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass-cheeks. Ryan's cock jumped in his hand as he watched one of Paul's fingers push at Jennifer's asshole. The finger went in. Ryan thought she would push Paul's hand away, but she didn't. Paul kept his middle finger hooked deep inside Jennifer's ass as she fucked her cunt on his cock.

I ought to kill him, Ryan thought. Somehow the way Paul's finger invaded his mother's asshole was worse than anything else. Ryan's hatred for Paul Simpson was greater than ever.

Then Jennifer stopped fucking Paul and she rolled over to be on her back again. Her legs wide open, she pulled her knees back to her tits and rocked her legs. "Fuck my pussy!"

Paul laughed as be climbed between her legs. "You want it, huh?"

"Yes, I want it! Get it in there and fuck it!" He pulled her legs over his shoulders and fondled her ass. Then he worked the knob of his cock inside her cunt-hole and lurched forward to bury his prick in her body. Jennifer moaned and gripped his arms as he started fuckins her.

Ryan watched it, his fist pumping his cock, his breathing ragged. He imagined himself in there with her, squeezing her ass while he fucked that hairy cunt. He was surprised now that he could watch what was going on in there and still keep his sanity. His mother was something different for him now. She was no longer the holy of holies. He'd seen everything she had down there, her asshole, her cunt, the works. Now he was watching a man fuck her and he was learning something new about her, something surprising.

Ryan realized his mother was more earthy than he'd believed. He'd always thought of her as so elegant and composed, so completely in control of herself. But here she was fucking like a wild slut, her ass churning as she begged her boyfriend to fuck her cunt harder.

Paul rammed her repeatedly, pulling out and ramming in again, his swinging balls slapping against her ass. Then he made a croaking sound as he started coming and Jennifer grabbed his ass and humped her cunt at his cock to get himself off. Grunting and groaning together, they ground out the last of the climax until finally it was finished and Paul slumped on top of her.

Ryan was in a daze. He was on the edge of coming himself, but he held it back. He pulled his hand away from his cock and left it dangling. He was mesmerized by the scene in the next room. Watching them fuck had completely wiped him out. The experience was both less and more than he'd expected. The ice had been broken now. He'd watched his mother fuck. And watched a man empty his balls into his mother's cunt.

After a while, Paul rolled off Jennifer and she left the bed and went into the john. Ryan remained at the peephole, glued there as he waited for whatever might happen. Soon his mother was out of the bathroom again. She had a towel in her hand and when she returned to the bed she began wiping Paul's cock and balls. Then she leaned over and started kissing his cock.

Ryan was expectant again. He had an idea they would fuck one more time. He kept his eye at the peephole and watched as Paul playfully pinched his mother's ass. Jennifer mumbled something as she licked Paul's cock with the flat of her tongue. Ryan was amazed at how lusty she was. She was a woman who went after what she liked and she obviously liked cock.

Paul soon had a decent hard-on again. Jennifer hung over him, her mouth on his knob, her hands fondling his cock-shaft and balls. She worked on his prick to get it as stiff as possible. She seemed drunk with sex. The continued lust she showed amazed Ryan and excited him to a fever pitch.

Then the people on the bed were moving again, Jennifer climbing over Paul, straddling him, facing his feet with her ass over his face. She lowered her crotch, settled her cunt on his mouth and leaned forward to suck his cock again.

Ryan watched them suck each other. He had his cock in his hand again. He watched his mother's mouth move up and down on Paul's cock-shaft. He could see the way her lips were stretched. He could see how she went all the way down until her nose touched Paul's cock-bush. She was deep-throating him. Ryan shuddered with excitement as he watched it. He imagined her throat closing over the knob of Paul's cock. Each time she pulled up, Ryan could see the gobs of saliva streaming over Paul's cock-shaft.

And down at the other end she had Paul's tongue in her cunt. She kept her ass moving gently, squirming her pussy on his face. Ryan wanted to be right there, his face under his mother's pussy, his mouth stuffed with her cuntflesh. He'd sucked a few girls like that and he knew what it was like. All that hot meat on your face and the juice dripping on your nose.

Then the sucking was finished and they rolled over again. Jennifer was once more on her back, her legs raised high and spread wide as she waited for Paul. He was on her in a moment, mounting her, his cock sliding inside her gaping cunt-hole. The bed shook as they started fucking again.

This time Paul pushed Jennifer's knees all the way back to each side of her head. Her body was now folded in half, her crotch turned up and completely available as Paul fucked her cunt. He fucked his cock in and out with long slow strokes. Jennifer reached underneath to play with his dangling nuts. She grabbed his ball-bag and pulled at it. Paul grunted and slipped his hand under his balls to find Jennifer's asshole. Jennifer squirmed her ass even more as his fingers slipped inside her shitter.

Ryan was on the way now, coming around the stretch to the biggest orgasm of his life. He prayed they wouldn't hear anything, that he wouldn't fall down and make a racket. He could hardly breathe any more in the stuffy closet. All he cared about was the peephole in the wall, the spectacle in his mother's bedroom. He drew it out. He slowed down the pumping of his hand. He wanted to finish with them. Then suddenly Paul was fucking like a demon as he started coming and Ryan let himself go.

Did Jennifer come too? Ryan wasn't sure. He couldn't see her face. Then the jism shot out of his cock like a blast out of a firehose and he thought the top of his head was gone. Wad after wad splattered against the side of the closet as he pumped his prick.

Oh, fucking Christ, he thought. What a lovely bitch she is.

Jennifer had always found it strange to think of herself as the mother of a teenaged son. The years seemed to have flown by and now Ryan was almost a man. Almost. Not there yet, but moving fast. And he had eyes for her, too. She could see the way he looked at her when she was the least bit undressed in the house. For a long time she'd been thinking that maybe he was hooked on her. She'd heard about that happening to boys sometimes. They were turned on by their mothers, tangled up by daydreams and fantasies. Was Ryan like that? The way he looked at her these days made her think maybe he was.

One day she was in his room, putting away some of his clothes that had arrived from the cleaners, when she noticed the large cardboard box on the floor of the closet. The box had always been there and she'd never paid any attention to it. In the past she'd guessed that Ryan kept his old football equipment in the box. He had so much of that stuff lying around in all the closets and under the bed.

But now the top part of the box was open enough so that she could see inside. She was curious. She looked more closely. What she found was not football equipment but magazines. They were mostly sports magazines. She looked at a few of them and tossed them back in the box. Ryan didn't care about much else beside sports.

Or did he? What about women? What about all those girls who were calling him all the time? What about the way he looked at her? She shouldn't pry, she thought. But she had to see. She wanted to know more about this teenaged boy-man she had in the house. She noticed the smaller cardboard box beside the larger one, and now she reached down and opened the smaller box and she found what she'd thought she'd find. Ryan's collection of sex magazines.

She'd known about them for some time. She'd seen the first one nearly three years before and then one or two others since then. She always knew he had them. She knew every normal boy looked at sex magazines. He was growing up and he had a right to know all about sex. She'd looked at magazines like these herself on occasion. Now she idly picked up the top magazine and looked at the girl on the cover. A pretty blonde with a nice smile. Inside the magazine she'd be showing everything she had. Did Ryan like blondes? Jennifer noticed a paper clip attached to one of the pages. She opened the magazine to where the paper clip was attached and she felt a sudden fluttering in her belly.

Below the paper clip was a full-page photo of a woman. Not a blonde, but a brunette. And a woman with a startling resemblance to Jennifer herself. The resemblance was uncanny. They could easily be sisters, or even twins, for that matter. The woman in the photo could pass as Jennifer's twin.

And there the woman was, naked except for a garter belt and nylons, seated in an easy chair, one leg raised to plant her foot on the cushion, the other leg pulled to the side to show the camera the basics: cunt-bush and cunt and asshole and ass, everything out in the open to be looked at and admired.

Jennifer's belly fluttered again as she realized the woman's pussy might be hers, too. Their cunts were physically similar, the same abundance of dark hair, the same long gash between two thick lips. Jennifer had looked at her pussy often enough with a mirror to know what it looked like. The woman's clit was clearly visible and Jennifer saw that even there the resemblance was maintained.

Maybe it's me, she thought. Maybe she had two lives. No, the woman was someone else; but it didn't matter. Jennifer understood the significance of the paper clip. She understood why Ryan had bothered to mark this particular page. Ryan was as aware as Jennifer was that the woman in the photo strongly resembled his mother.

She knew something about boys his age. With or without girls, they jerked off all the time. Jennifer imagined Ryan holding the magazine in one hand while he pumped his cock with, the other hand. She imagined him jerking off while he looked at a picture that showed everything she had.

She shook her mind free of it and put the magazine back in the box. She told herself she couldn't blame him. He had a right to look at pictures of naked women, and if he found a picture of a woman that looked like his mother, she couldn't blame him for looking at it and being turned on by it. She pushed the hangers that held his clothes, and then suddenly she saw something that made her heart stop.

It was a hole. A small hole in the closet wall, the wall that separated Ryan's room from her own. She looked more closely at the hole. She could see what it was. She put her eye against the hole and she could see clearly into her own room. She could see her bed and almost all of the room, even the entrance to her bathroom.

Oh shit, Jennifer thought. She pulled back from the closet and sat down on the edge of Ryan's bed. She supposed on the other side of the wall the hole was near some furniture and difficult to notice. A peephole. Ryan had been spying on her.

And not to learn military secrets. To see her naked and God knew what else. She did things in her bedroom. Sometimes she masturbated and sometimes she slept with a man in there. She liked some light in the room when she had sex. If Ryan had been watching her through that peephole for some time, he'd most certainly seen her with a man. Just a few days ago she'd brought Paul into her bedroom after a date and they'd fucked up a storm on the bed.

You poor little bunny, she thought. Your own son has been watching you all the time.