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CHAPTER TWO

Stuart was completely infatuated with his mother. She had always been the most important thing in his life. As long as he could remember, he'd thought about her sexually. When he was younger, he had tried to repress those thoughts. These days he found it wasn't that easy. Ever since he'd started dating girls, he'd become more and more aware of his mother's body.

His friends were all jealous. Everyone said Stuart had the best-looking mother. Some of the guys would snicker, and Stuart knew they were thinking about fucking his mother. They always talked about women like that-this one would be nice to fuck, while that one was a dog. Stuart's mother, they said, was definitely not a dog. The guys would take a vote and Stuart's mother would always come out number one. Stuart was proud of her. It also made him feel superior to the other guys. He, after all, was the one who lived with his mother.

Stuart had girlfriends, but none of the girls excited him as much as his mother did.

The teenage girls were like unfinished little dolls. They spent all their time giggling. Either that or creaming their pants while listening to a rock group. Stuart thought women were much sexier than girls. And his mother was the sexiest of them all.

He was crazy about her tits. Sometimes in the house she wore nothing but a teeshirt and shorts, no bra, and it always made his blood race to see those tits swinging around under the shirt. She had big tits, but not massive and sloppy like some women. Just big and heavy. Her nipples were prominent, too. He could always see the shape of her nipples whenever she went without a bra. A few months back she'd worn a shirt unbuttoned down the front and he'd had a glimpse of one of her nipples. The point of her nipple was like a pink raspberry.

Stuart remembered how she used to walk around naked when he was a young kid. It never meant anything to him then. They would both be naked. It seemed ordinary. He had a cock and she had tits. Guys were different than girls. She said they were mother and son, and they shouldn't hide from each other. She said a person's body was nothing to be ashamed of.

Then one day she discovered he'd been having wet dreams. She talked to him about it. She said it was natural. He was pawing up. After that, she started wearing clothes in the house. She never pushed him to wear anything, but since she had her body covered, he felt self-conscious about being naked. He would wear a towel around his waist after a shower, or his jockey shorts at other times. She always gave a casual glance at the bulge of his cock and balls in his jockey shorts. Sometimes she would catch him with half a hard-on and she would smile. She wouldn't talk about it, she would just smile.

He couldn't help wondering what it would be like to make it with a woman like her. He was no longer a virgin. He'd fucked a few girls. He tried to avoid thinking about doing it to his mother, but he did think about other women. Women who looked like her. He cut pictures out of the hot magazines. He had a whole collection of pictures of women who looked like his mother. Women naked. Showing their cunts. Sucking cock. Getting fucked in the ass. Maybe someday he would burn them all, but in the meantime they turned him on whenever he was bored.

One afternoon Stuart had a new idea. He was alone in the house. He had taken a shower after arriving home from school, and now he had a raging hard-on. His intention was to beat himself off. But not yet. First he went to the laundry basket in the basement. He wondered why he hadn't thought of it before.

He searched in the basket until he found a pair of his mother's nylon panties. Blue bikini panties. His cock twitched as he touched the crotch of the panties. Her pussy had been right there. He sniffed the panties. The smell was faint, but it was there. Her cunt. It made him hot as hell. He took the panties with him and went upstairs.

Inside his room, he unwrapped the towel from around his waist and tossed it away. He brought the box of pictures out of the closet, opened it and picked out three of his favorites.

He laid the pictures out on the bedcover so that he could see them while he was standing.

The pictures were something. They were three different women, but they all looked like his mother. Same physical type. Without looking too closely, you'd think it was her. The resemblance always made his pulse race. He arranged the pictures in order, from left to right.

The first picture showed a woman alone. Maybe in a bedroom. She was kneeling on one knee. The top of her body was covered by a blouse. Below that she was naked except for beige nylons and red shoes with high-heels. Her ass and part of her crotch were exposed to the camera. She had a gorgeous ass and sexy legs. She had her fingers in her pussy. She looked like she was masturbating.

The second picture showed a woman sucking a cock. A big cock. The man wasn't in the picture, only his big prick. The woman had no more than his cockhead in her mouth. It looked like she couldn't fit any more in. She had a look of adoration on her face. She held his balls with one hand as she sucked his cock-knob.

The third picture was the one Stuart liked best. This time, the woman in the picture was bent over with her hands on the mattress of a bed. She was blonde like his mother. She wore a white blouse, below that, nothing but beige nylons with elastic tops.

Standing behind her was a man, his hands on her waist as he fucked her. You couldn't tell whether his cock was in her ass or her cunt. Stuart had never decided which it was. Each time he looked at the picture, he thought it was one or the other. This time, he thought the man had his cock in the woman's cunt. His mother's cunt. She could be his mother. If you turned the woman's face a little bit more to the side, you could say it was his mother.

What a neat ass she had! Not too big. He didn't like them fat. His mother's ass was perfect. Did she ever fuck like that, bent over with her hands on a bed?

Stuart wrapped the nylon panties around his cockshaft and slowly jerked off as he gazed at the pictures. His eyes moved from one picture to the other and then finally he settled on the last one. His mother getting fucked by some guy standing behind her.

The only thing not right was the blouse. It would be bettor to have her naked so he could see her tits. In that position her tits would hang down like a pair of cantaloupes.

Stuart had a sudden wish to be ten years old again so that he could look at his mother without clothes. Completely stripped. Her tits and pussy and ass. Maybe wearing nothing but nylons like the woman in the photograph.

Don't be crazy, he thought, you never saw her like that. She never walked around the house like that.

But maybe in her bedroom she did. It suddenly dawned on him that he was a stupid jerk. If he wanted to see her that much, why didn't he do it? Why didn't he find a way to look at her?

He could feel the jism rising in his balls. His cock was as hard as a rock. Was there any way to spy on her in her bedroom? A hole of some kind? The hall closet? Maybe he could drill a hole through the wall between the hall closet and her bedroom.

He had to come now. He couldn't hold it back any longer. He gripped the shaft of his cock firmly and pumped himself to a finish. He gazed at the third picture. Towards the end, he decided the guy's cock had to be in the woman's ass. His mother's ass.

As he thought about that, he turned away to avoid soiling the pictures. A cock in his mother's ass. He groaned as the hot spunk blasted out of his pisshole to splatter against the night-table beside his bed. Oh fuck! he thought. Oh fuck, I've got to look at her!

Later he checked out the hall closet. There was plenty of room inside if he had to hide in there. After she went to bed, she hardly ever came out of her room again. Certainly not to look in the ball closet. She had her own bathroom adjoining her bedroom. He could drill a hole in the wall and then fix up some kind of plug for it. She had a large plant against the wall in her room, and maybe the plant would help hide the hole. I can do it, Stuart thought. It'll work, all right. His heart beat with excitement as he imagined himself looking at her.

After that Stuart thought about nothing else. All he could think of during school the next day was that hole in the closet wall. During the lunch hour, he arranged to borrow a drill from one of his friends. After school was out, he picked up the drill and hurried home with it. His mother usually walked into the house about seven in the evening, and he was certain he had enough time to finish the job.

First he had to figure out exactly where to drill the hole. He studied the wall in her room and then in the closet. That plant would help. Yes, it would work. He marked the spot and started drilling.

He had the whole thing done within minutes.

A neat hole about two inches across, made with a router bit. He could see nearly all of her bedroom: the bed, the dressing table, and even partway into the bathroom.

He cleaned up under the hole in her room and then in the closet. Then he set about making a plug out of a piece of wood and a piece of the, same wallpaper used in his mother's room that he obtained from a spare roll. It was perfect.

When the plug was in, the plant masked the wall enough to prevent any detection. Inside the closet, a person would have to look carefully to find the hole. The whole thing was done, and now all he had to worry about was getting himself into the closet without his mother knowing he was there.

When? he thought. The eagerness had put a lump in his throat. When would he have his chance? He told himself he had to have patience. Maybe it would take some time.

In fact, it took hardly any time at all. The next evening he realized there was no good reason to wait. He and his mother were in the kitchen talking about some movie they had once seen. She was always dressed to the ears during the day, but as soon as she arrived home in the evening she would change into casual clothes. Now she was wearing white shorts and a pink teeshirt. No bra, nothing under the shirt except those fabulous tits. The slacks were tight, the white cotton molding her ass, showing the rounds of her asscheeks. As she walked around the kitchen, he surreptitiously looked at her body and mentally stripped her naked.

She started talking to him about his social life. She asked him about his girlfriends. "Are you dating anyone now?"

Stuart shrugged. "Not anyone regular."

"One of these days, some girl is going to get her hooks into you."

"I don't think so."

Pat laughed. "That's what they all say. Anyway, be careful you don't get anyone pregnant. I think teenagers do too much these days."

He said he didn't think he did that much. When she asked, he told her he wasn't that experienced with girls.

"Not like some guys."

"Don't you worry about that. It's better not to run around too much."

He wondered about her sex-life. She hardly ever brought any men to the house. Once in a while a guy called for her, and she went out. Usually she met her dates downtown. So she said. He didn't mind not seeing her with men.

Just thinking about it made him jealous. He knew it was wrong, because she was entitled to a life of her own, but the idea of other men in her life still made him jealous.

They continued talking about girls and teenagers and sex. She told him that sometimes she thought maybe he was too shy.

"You don't get anything in life from being shy," she said.

Stuart squirmed. "I thought you said it was better not to run around too much."

Pat nodded. "So I did. But sometimes I have the impression, you're too shy with women."

"I'm not."

"All right, we won't debate it."

He hungered for her. He watched her tits move as she reached for something on a shelf. He could see the outline of her nipples. The shorts she wore were so damn tight her ass looked about to burst through the cloth. He imagined her naked, her tits swinging as she walked around the kitchen. Or maybe wearing lingerie. If they were married, she would do that. A negligee. Or maybe a garter belt and stockings and high heels. He'd give anything to see her half naked like that. Did any of the men she knew ever see her like that? He couldn't imagine her fucking anyone. The idea of it made him too crazy. The idea of some guy's cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Christ, I'm hung up on her! he thought. He certainly was. She had him paralyzed. He decided tonight was the night. He had to try out the hole in the wall. He had to have a look at her.

During the next few hours, the anticipation tied him up in knots. He had to wait until nearly eleven o'clock, until she went to her room for the night. As soon as he heard her bedroom door close, he slipped out of his room and tiptoed down to the hall closet. It took only a moment to get in there, to close the door and get himself into position at the hole.

He held his breath as he slowly pulled the plug out of the hole. He prayed nothing would go wrong. He'd have a time of it if she found out. Then the plug was out and the light in her room filled the hole and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

It was like some wild dream come true. The view was perfect. She was still dressed. She was sitting on the edge of her bed brushing out her hair. The blood pounded in his head. She was so beautiful. Looking at her in secret this way was even more exciting than he'd imagined. And she was still dressed, too. He told himself he would blow his mind when she took her clothes off. He would blow his goddamn cookies!

At last she put the hairbrush down and rose from the bed. She crossed her arms over her middle, grabbed the edge of the teeshirt and stripped it off. Her tits were suddenly exposed, bouncing and jiggling, her naked tits-right there, no more than ten feet from his eyes!

They were perfect, just like he'd imagined them. Nipples with wide areolas and points like berries. Juicy pink berries. The skin of her tits was whiter than the rest of her. Protected from the sun. Like sugar-candy, he thought. If he ever had the chance, he would suck her tits for a week.

Then she finished undressing. She dropped her shorts, picked them up and tossed them onto a chair. He saw her front first, her sloping belly, the full bush of blonde hair below that, her firm thighs. She played a lot of tennis, and she was in good shape. A super-looking woman. Then she turned and he saw her ass. Her full asscheeks, the deep spilt, the skin as white as the skin of her tits. He couldn't decide which he liked more, tits or ass. Then he told himself he was a jerk, every inch of her was a. dream.

He prayed she wouldn't put anything on, not a nightgown or a pair of panties. He wanted her completely naked, uncovered, naked and ripe under his eyes.

She walked back and forth, touching things on the dressing table, sometimes stopping to look at herself in the mirror. At intervals, she would run a hand across her tits, flip her nipples with her fingers. Her nipples were soon out, stiff like two spikes. Not berries any more, now they were spikes. His heart pumping like crazy, he pulled his jockey shorts down to expose his cock and balls. His prick was hard, his balls swollen. Curling his fingers around his cockshaft, he watched his mother moving about her room.

Then she lay down on the bed. The bed faced the hole he was peering through, and he caught his breath as she raised one leg. She picked up a magazine and started turning the pages. He could see her crotch. Her raised knee was pulled a bit to the side, and that opened her crotch. He could make out her cuntlips. Her pussy. The slit of his mother's cunt! He wondered how big she was inside. Certainly not like some of the girls he'd fingered. Their pussies were so tight he could hardly get two fingers inside. His mother was a grown woman and her cunt would be bigger. She'd had a baby, hadn't she? They had to stretch when they had babies. He convinced himself she had a big cunt. He yearned to dive into it. Zoom right into that big hairy pussy. She had more hair down there than he'd thought. Most blondes didn't have too much. His mother had a real bush of hair on her cunt.

More than ever now, he was jealous of any men that she knew. He was sure she fucked a man once in a while. She never denied to him that she had men in her life. He thought of some guy's cock plowing into that blonde pussy. He thought of his own cock sliding in her big fuckhole. He thought about fucking her. He would suck her tits while he did it. He would bite her nipples while he rammed his cock in and out of her big cunt.

Staring through the hole, he slowly pumped his cock with his fist. It was worth it. All the trouble he'd gone through to make the hole. He couldn't think of anything more exciting than this.

After a while, she stopped turning the pages of the magazine and started reading it. She moved a hand over her tits and down to her belly. She rubbed her belly a few times, and then after that her hand moved lower down until her fingers were in her cunt bush.

In the closet Stuart was afraid to breathe. He watched her fingers, his own fingers stroking his cock. He watched her touch herself. First her middle finger between hot cuntlips. Up and down, opening them a bit. Then she added her forefinger. Two fingers now between her cuntlips. Two fingers opening her pussy-lips, rubbing slowly from the bottom of the slit where her fuck-bole was, up to the top and the shaft of her clit. Slowly rubbing, stopping, rubbing He blew his breath out through his teeth. He could feel himself sweating. The heat in his face and throat. This was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. His mother's fingers opening her cunt. She had her pussy-lips wide-open now. He could see the pink meat, the wet flesh, her clit standing out. He watched as she rubbed the shaft of her clit with her forefinger, then she moved her hand and pushed her middle finger inside her cunt-hole. She screwed the finger around a few times, and then she added her forefinger and used the two fingers together. She fucked her cunt-hole with her fingers. After a time, she pushed her fingers deep inside, left them there and used her thumb to roll her clit.

She was frigging herself. No longer just playing round, but now frigging herself. She put the magazine down and raised both knees and spread them wide. She used her left hand to squeeze her tits. She pulled and twisted her nip- ples with her fingers while her other fingers worked on her pussy.

Stuart was in a daze. This was the first time he was looking at her, and the result was much more than he expected. Even something of a shock. He never expected to see her jerk off. Not like this. Everything so clear. He could even see the white froth of juice in her pussy. The slime on her fingers. Then his breath caught again as she realized she was tickling her asshole with a fingertip. Jesus Christ, there too! Spellbound, he watched one of her fingers slide inside her asshole.

She was agitated now. Her head was thrown back on the pillow, her mouth hanging open. He thought she looked more beautiful than ever. She was the mast beautiful woman in the world.. One hand on her tits and the other hand working her clit and cunt-hole and asshole. Her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt-hole and asshole at the same time. She started moving her legs, opening and closing her knees as she fucked herself with her hand.

Look at it! Christ; what a cunt she had! He imagined the buttery heat of it, the hot juices boiling in there around her fingers. She came finally. He watched her make it. The way her knees trembled, the way she squirmed her ass.

The way she stroked her ringers in a frenzy in and out of her body. At the end came the final spasm. She bucked her ass off the bed, pumped her fingers in and out as she finished herself off.

Stuart's balls erupted. He clenched his teeth to stifle a groan as the jism spurted out of his cock against the wall of the closet. He pulled his eyes away from the hole and slumped down on the floor in a daze.