"Spying on mom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Allen Donna)

CHAPTER SIX

So began the incestuous affair between Pat and her son. They continued their ordinary lives, Pat selling real estate and Stuart going off to school each day, but in the evening and on weekends, mother and son had a private life no one suspected. After the frenzy of the first few times, the sex between them became casual and unhurried. They lived together. They loved each ether. The only new thing was that now they satisfied each other sexually when one or both felt a need for it.

Stuart, of course, was more in awe of what had happened than his mother. He had never balled an adult woman before, and he understood the difference now. He was learning all kinds of things about sex. He had more confidence in himself. He wasn't timid with women and girls any more. He had a new boldness. Even his mother was aware of it. And the women and girls he met outside the house sensed he was a guy who knew what to do in bed.

But so far, since the affair began, he hadn't touched any woman except his mother. He was too busy thinking about Pat. Then as the weeks passed, as the affair simmered down to a steady heat, he began once again looking at the world around him.

There were new possibilities now. He looked at the girls and women he knew with greater understanding. He told himself that many of them would gladly fuck him if he gave it a try. The problem was to choose the right woman and the right approach. His math teacher, for instance. Miss Nancy Dale.. She wasn't that much of a knockout, but he'd always had the hots for her. He'd always found her incredibly sexy. Her long thin body. The subtle perfume she used. The way the curves of her ass showed when she wore a thin dress. And she was unmarried, too. Did she have a boyfriend? The hell with her boyfriend, he thought. He'd give anything to fuck her, but it would never be possible if he didn't try.

He had no trouble talking to her. They knew each other well. She'd known him as a student for nearly four years. The next chance he had, during a lunch-break one day, he talked to her in a way he hadn't dared before. He flirted with her. They talked about popular music, and every chance he had he hinted that she turned him on.

Miss Dale seemed amused. She bantered with him. She smiled whenever he complimented her, but it was a smile that said we both know you don't mean it.

Stuart imagined himself fucking her. He wondered what would be the best way. With a long body like that, maybe it would best to have her on her back with her legs over his shoulders. He imagined her legs pointing straight up at the ceiling and wide-apart. He wondered what her cunt would look like in that position.

"I mean it," he said.

Miss Dale looked at him. "Mean what, Stuart?"

"I mean what I've been saying. You're a very sexy woman. I have fantasies about you."

"Oh my!" She seemed a bit taken aback.

She looked at him a long moment, as if her eyes were trying to penetrate his skull. She pursed her lips in thought. Then she said she wanted him to come to her classroom when the school day ended.

"Maybe we need to have a little talk," she said.

That afternoon, when school was let out, Stuart remained in the building and went to Miss Dale's room. There was nothing unusual about it. Students and teachers had conferences all the time. He had no idea what would happen. There was a possibility she might reprimand him for talking to her like that. But something in his gut told him that wouldn't happen. She's as horny as I am, he thought. He had a feeling about her.

He found her alone at her desk. She looked up from the papers, she was working on and smiled at him. He closed the door and sat down when she asked him to. He sat in one of the front row seats. She moved her chair to the side of the desk and they sat facing each other.

She started talking about teachers and students, and how sometimes a student might get a crush on a teacher.

"It's normal," she said. "You're young and inexperienced. It's perfectly normal for a guy your age to think about an older woman like that."

Stuart shrugged. "I'm not that young and I'm not inexperienced. I've been with a grown woman before."

Miss Dale blushed. "I see." "Don't be angry with me." "I think about you all the time. "The fantasies."

"That's right."

She sighed. She seemed nervous. "All right, we'll talk."

He knew he had her when she began glancing at his crotch as she talked. She glanced once and then again. During the third glance he slowly opened his legs and she blushed.

"Tell me about the fantasies," she said. He came right out and told her. He said he had daydreams about making love to her. "I think about fucking you all the time."

Her smile vanished and a deep flush spread from her throat to her face. "You shouldn't talk like that."

"I'm just saying what I feel. Everybody knows the words."

"Yes, I suppose they do."

"I'd like to ball you."

"Just like that." "That's right."

"You may be too young for me, Stuart."

"Why don't you find out?"

She glanced at his crotch again and sighed. "All right, maybe I will. I hope I won't regret anything."

What she did was invite him to come home with her. She was very direct about it. She said it wasn't an easy thing for her to do. The school administration didn't approve of such things. She might get into trouble. He had to promise not to tell anyone. Stuart nodded.

"I promise," he said.

"What do you usually do after school?"

He shrugged. "My mom doesn't get home until seven. I usually go home and fix myself a sandwich."

"Then I'll fix you a sandwich at my place.. He didn't care about the sandwich. All he care about was fucking her. But he smiled at her and said that would be fine.

They rode in her car. They talked about school: Then the talk turned to sex. She seemed amused when he told, her he'd balled some of the girls in her classes.

"What about Christie Simpson," she said. "I see the way she looks at you."

"Not her. "Really?"

"I've never even dated her."

Miss Dale laughed. "The way she looks at you all the time, I thought you were lovers."

Then at last they arrived at her apartment. Once they were inside, Miss Dale seemed nervous again. There was no talk about fixing him a sandwich. All she could talk about was how warm it was. He could see the sweat on her upper lip. Then suddenly she backed him against a wall and kissed him full on the mouth.

"I hope you're good," she said. "I need someone who's good."

He could smell her perfume. He found himself quivering with excitement. He had been looking at this woman so long. Now here they were in her apartment. His cock was hard. When she kissed him again, he pressed the bulge of his cock against her belly.

"Oh my!" she said.

She dropped her hand and stroked the bulge. Her fingers moved up and down the length of his cock. She murmured something as she pinched his cockhead. Then she unzipped his fly, slid her hand inside and pulled his cock out into the open.

Holding his thick prick on her palm, she looked down at it. "You're circumcised." "That's right."

She handled him carefully, as if she was afraid he might go off too soon. "These jeans are awfully tight. Can you get your balls out?"

He wondered why she didn't just tell him to drop his pants. Then he thought maybe she wanted to see his equipment hanging out of his fly. His mother seemed to like that sometimes. She said it turned her on to see his cock and balls hanging out. He slipped his hand inside his fly and scooped his nuts out ta dangle under his cock.

Miss Dale stepped back a bit to look at his exposed fuckmeat. "You're certainly not a child. It's a man's cock and balls, and a guy's face."

"No good?"

"Plenty good, buster. I hope you know how to use that thing. But first I'll say hello."

She dropped down to a crouch in front of him and gobbled his cock. No delicate sniffing and licking. What she did was open her mouth wide and take all of his cock down to the root. He was caught by surprise. He hadn't expected her to be so aggressive about it. This was a teacher everyone said was a dried up old bitch. He'd always suspected that wasn't true. Now here he was with his cock halfway down her throat.

She held him there, his fuck-knob deep inside her throat. Then she slowly pulled back, all the way back to the tip of his prick. She pulled her mouth free of his cock and licked his pinhole.

"That's my hello," she said. "I like this banana, Stuart. I really do."

After that she rose up. She made him stand there with his cock and balls hanging out of his pants while she started undressing. She walked around the room, peeling off her clothes and talking about the school again.

"I hate the principal," she said. "He tried to fuck me once. He came here one night and I had to throw him out. What a silly old man he is. He drinks too much and then he gets randy and thinks he can fuck anyone he wants. Stuart, what a lovely cock you have! I've known you all these years, haven't I? Honestly, I can't say I've noticed you that much. Not in any special way, I mean. I never realized how mature you really were. Nicely furnished, as they say. I think I'm the one who's being seduced, you know. It's not you, it's me."

She was almost naked now. She had small tits with long dark nipples. Her nipples looked about an inch long. He had never seen nipples like that and he wondered what it would be like to suck them. His mother had big nipples, but they weren't as long as these.

She worked at her panty-girdle now. She amused herself by being coy about it. "I'm not that much of a sex-pot," she said.

"You're enough for me, Miss Dale."

She giggled. "It might be better if you called me Nancy."

"All right, Nancy."

She turned her back, peeled the panty-girdle all the way down to expose her ass. The girdle came off and she turned around to face him again.

"There," she said.

She had the hairiest crotch he'd ever seen. Wild hair growing everywhere, all over her crotch and halfway up her belly. He could see it on the insides of her thighs when she walked.

She smiled when she saw his eyes on her. "I used to trim it," she said. "Do you like a big bush like this?"

Standing close to him, she tickled his cock with her fingers.

"Do you like a hairy pussy, Stuart?" "It's nice."

"Nice enough to fuck?" "You know it."

"Now it's your turn to strip. Let me see all of you."

He hurried out of his clothes. When he was naked, she fondled his ass and then his cock and balls again.

"In the bedroom," she said. "I want you on a bed."

During the next two hours they fucked up a storm. First he fucked her missionary style. He had her with her legs way up in the air and her thin hips gripped by his hands. She had an agile body. He found he could push and pull her back and forth on his cock. They both grunted as his thick prick pounded her cunt-hole.

Then at his suggestion they changed the position. He made her bend over to get it from behind. The idea excited her. She said he was a skillful lover. She knelt on the mattress to offer her cunt. When he moved behind her and saw how hairy she was, he went crazy. She had hair growing all the way up her asscrack. He found it incredibly exciting. He pushed his cock between her hairy legs and rammed inside her cunt-hole.

Now they fucked in a fury. She bucked and tossed her ass. She said it was the best fuck she'd had in ages. She said she loved his cock. She loved the way he fucked.

After he came, she sucked him to another hard-on and told him he had to fuck her again. "Now about your ass?" he said.

She blushed. "Oh, Stuart "You might like it."

"I know I'll like it. That's the trouble."

They had a rousing assfuck. Not as good as what he had when his mother was in the mood, but Nancy's asshole turned him on. All that hair around it. Her ass had a nice firm grip, too. Tight and warm. She told him she'd had a lover once, who used to fuck her ass all the time.

"He left me for another woman," Nancy said. "Maybe she had a tighter asshole."

Stuart thought her asshole was tight enough. He decided Miss Dale had a classy shitter. His mother's was a. bit on the loose side.

I'll fuck all the teachers asses, he thought. He giggled to himself as he shot his load.

The next day in class he kept thinking about the way he had fucked her. She was at the blackboard, solving some equations, and all he could think about when he looked at her back was the shape of her ass and all that hair in her asscrack and the way her asshole grabbed at his cock. He would always think of her like that, as long as he knew her during the time he was in school. But he didn't want to fuck her again. He had realized that in the morning. His mother had come to him in the morning and found him with a hard-on and sucked him off. It felt so good. It made him realize how much he loved his mother. He didn't want to complicate things by fucking around with another woman his mother's age. His mother didn't mind him seeing girls his own age. She even encouraged it. She said he had to live a normal life. No, he wouldn't fuck Nancy Dale again. Once was enough.

It was only natural now that he thought about the girls in his class. The very class where Miss Dale was working at the blackboard. He thought about Christie Simpson. He remembered what Nancy had said about Christie. She said Christie had her eyes on him. All right, he would find out. She's got nice tits, he thought. When Christie wore a teeshirt you could see she had fabulous tits.

When lunch-time came, he brought his tray over to Christie's table and sat down next to her.

She blushed. "Stuart?"

"You want me to move?"

"No, I'm just surprised," she said. "You never even talk to me."

"I'm talking now."

They flirted with each other. Yes, Miss Dale was right. He could tell Christie liked him. When he said he'd like to see her after school, she was obviously pleased.

"I'd like that. What have you in mind?"

"We'll see what happens."

"There's something different about you, Stuart. I don't know what it is."

"Maybe I'm some kind of alien in Stuart's body."

"Don't joke around, that stuff scares me.

He met her after school and she agreed to walk with him through a nearby park. "It's on the way to my house," she said.

"Can I go home with you?"

She looked at him and smirked. "Sure, why not. I might as well find out what you're up to."

He thought about fucking her as they walked. She would be the first girl his age since he started with his mother. He wondered what Christie would say if he knew he was fucking his mother. Somehow Christie didn't seem as innocent as the other girls. She seemed to know her way around.

As they came near the house where she lived, Christie turned to him. "My parents are not home."

Stuart smiled. "That's nice." "Do you expect to fuck me?"

"Well, answer me."

"I don't know. Yeah, I guess I thought about it."

She said nothing. She led him up the porch steps and into the house. When he closed the front door behind them, she turned to him again. "Do you have an erection?"

He rolled his eyes. "Someone may be home." "No one's home, they never come home this early."

"Okay, the answer is yes. I've got a hard-on."

"An erection."

"Call it whatever you want, I'm going to fuck you with it."

"Not unless I say so." "Jesus Christ!"

She continued teasing him for another ten minutes. They went down to the den and she brought in two cans of Pepsi and a box of crackers. "I don't take any crap," she said.

Stuart shrugged. "What docs that mean?" "It means that even if I like you, I'm not going to let you walk all over me. Okay?"

"Okay."

After that she pulled her teeshirt off and unhooked her bra. She had gorgeous tits. Big and round, the pink nipples standing out ready to be sucked. "You can touch," she said.

"Do you always do this?" "Always do what?"

"Never mind, come over here."

She came to him. She sat on his lap and he fondled her tits. She purred as he tested the weight of each one. He licked each nipple. Then he lowered his head again and this time he sucked. She made sounds of pleasure.

"That's nice, Stuart. You know how to do a girl. Most guys are so dumb."

He tried moving on to other things, but she made him stay with her tits.

"Until I tell you to stop," she said. "You can use your hands more. I like to be squeezed."

He worked on her tits another ten minutes before she stopped him and slid off his lap. She went down on the floor between his legs. She ran her fingers aver the bulge in his crotch.

"It's hard."

"I told you it was." "Let me see."

"Go on, you do it."

She unzipped his fly and brought his cock out. She gazed at his cock-knob with hot eyes.

"They always look so juicy. Like a fruit." "So eat it."

"Maybe I don't want to." "Sure you want to."

She did want to. The next moment her pink tongue came out to lick his cockhead. She had such a sweet face. She kissed his fuck-knob. It turned him on to see that pretty mouth against his prick. Then she opened her mouth and started sucking. She worked on just his cockhead, her eyes raised to watch his face.

"Oh that's good," he said.

It was better than good, it was great. What he discovered during the next ten or fifteen minutes was that Christie Simpson gave great head. He'd had enough girls and women suck his cock to know the difference. She was almost as good as his mother. Maybe at moments a little better. Christie had a way of using her fingers at the same time as she sucked his knob. His mother liked to deep-throat him. His mother like to bring him off without using her hand. If Christie kept using her fingers like that, he knew he would come. How long could a guy hold out with that kind of sucking going on? But she stopped before he came. She pulled her mouth off his prick and smiled at him.

"I want you to lick my pussy."

Girls! he thought. You could never tell what they were like. He'd always thought this one was a shy little thing with a lock on her box. Look at her now.

He went down on her. She quickly slipped out of her panties and sat on the sofa with her knees pulled up. When he zoomed in, she draped her legs over his shoulders.

"I'm hot," she said.

He could see she was. Her cuntlips were banging open. She had a ripe-looking pussy. He could see the white fuck-juice oozing out of her cunt-hole and it turned him on. He went to that first, then he moved up to her clit and she groaned as he whipped it with his tongue.

She had a hot little teenage cunt. More of a fish-smell than his mother had. He had a time sucking her pussy. She squealed when he stuck his tongue all the way inside her cunt-hole.

"I'm coming, Stuart! Oh, boy, I'm coming!" Later they fucked in her room. First they took all their clothes off and looked at each other. He liked her body. She had beautiful tits and a luscious ass. She was blonde like his mother, but maybe a little darker. He made her bend over the bed. "Move your legs apart," he said.

"It's embarrassing."

"Come on, haven't you ever done it this way before?"

"Not this way."

"I'll suck you off again."

"Like this?"

He showed her. He pulled up a chair and sat down behind her ass. She moaned with understanding when he put his mouth on her cunt. In this position he could actually fuck her cunthole with his tongue. He did that awhile and then he moved north to the puckered rim of her assbud. Her tight little asshole. When she felt the tip of his tongue tickling her asshole, she groaned and pushed back to get more.

"You're blowing my mind," she said. "You're really blowing my mind."

After a while he rose up and drilled his cock inside her wet cunt-gash. She moaned. She squirmed her hips. She fucked her teenage pussy on his cock.

Why not both? he thought. He could have both. Teenage cunt and his mother's hot cunt. There was no need to do without either.