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

CHAPTER EIGHT

Helen Taylor knew a kinky twist when she saw one. She'd been running the Blue Lake Resort nearly fifteen years and she'd learned a great deal about people. You had to put two and two together and get four. Here was this couple now in cabin number five, far back from the main house and almost in the woods. Mother and son in the cabin, the guy about eighteen and the mother twice that age, but looking years younger. Outside the cabin, out on the lake or in the dining room in the main house, they were nothing unusual. Inside the cabin they walked around naked and the mother thought nothing of handling the guy's cock.

Helen saw that by accident with her own eyes. She just happened to be in the woods near the cabin and she took a look through one of the windows. The next day she went back again, and this time she saw the mother suck the guy off. Two plus two equals four. Mother and son were lovers.

Helen was more fascinated than shocked. She didn't much care what people did with their lives. That was their own business. As long as they didn't hurt anyone else, why should anyone give a damn? That's what Helen told herself. But there was another and more important reason why she wasn't shocked. She'd had an incestuous affair with her own son for years. He was now away in college and she hardly saw much of him any more, but whenever he came home to visit they would always have their own special reunion. How could she possibly be shocked by what was going on in the Miller cabin? She wasn't shocked, she was damned intrigued by it.

After that, Helen stayed away from cabin number five. She wanted to avoid any chance of being caught spying on them. Instead, she made a plan to get to know the Millers a little better. As soon as she could, she sat down at their table in the big dining roam. Since she ran the place, it seemed natural for her to be friendly to the guests.

The Millers were both cordial. Helen had some wine brought to the table. She imagined herself making it with the, guy. He looked capable. She'd been divorced for what seemed like a thousand years and she liked cock. She also liked other things. Pat Miller was very attractive, and Helen had no trouble imagining herself making it with her, too. No trouble at all. She could also imagine making it with both mother and son. The idea of that really gave Helen a buzz. She wondered if it could be arranged. You never knew what people might do until you gave it a try.

The next morning when Helen saw Stuart alone in the reading room in the main house, she invited him to play tennis with her.

"You look bored," she said. "Maybe you can help me get some exercise."

The guy was willing. They met ten minutes later on the court and they batted a ball back and forth for more than an hour. The more Helen saw of him the more she liked him. He had an assurance about him. He reminded her of her own son. She suspected he knew how to give a woman a strong fuck in bed. She had seen his cock twice, once soft and once hard, and there was certainly enough there to gun her motor.

After they finished playing tennis, Helen invited Stuart to her cabin for a beer. She walked in front of him to let him look at her ass in her white tennis shorts. He had already seen her tits jumping round while they were on the court. Even in a bra, they jumped. She took a 38-D cup and she had plenty to show in front. Without a bra the weight made them droop a bit, the nipples painting south. Her son said she had the kind of tits that made a man want to suck until his jaws hurt.

She liked Stuart's looks. Except for her son, she never fooled much with guys his age. But she knew all about them. How you could get their cannons to go off three or four times before they were finished. That's the way Jimmy was. Her son seemed to have an eternal hard-on once he started, and Stuart Miller looked just as virile. The Miller boy had a delicious body. She quivered as she remembered what his cock and balls looked like.

Once they were inside Helen's cabin, she brought out the cold beer and started flirting with him. She had no problems. She knew exactly what she wanted and she already knew more about Stuart than he realized. As she expected, he made no attempt to fend her off. He flirted back. They bantered and laughed and came on to each other. She could see he had eyes for her tits. They were bigger than his mothers s and she could see her tits turned him on.

After a while she asked him about his girlfriends. She got him to admit that he was no novice with girls. She smiled at him.

"I could tell right away," she said. "You look like you know your way around a woman."

He sipped his beer and then smiled back at her. "I'm not a kid, if that's what you mean."

"No, you're not, so maybe I ought to be direct with you."

"About what?"

"About what I'm thinking. Right now I'm sitting here thinking about how much I'd like to suck your cock."

He was silent a moment. Then he chuckled. "How about that?"

"Yes, how about it?" Helen said.

"You mean it, huh?"

"Of course I mean it."

She took hold of the bottom of her teeshirt and peeled it off. In a moment she had her bra unhooked and tossed away. Lifting her big tits in her hands, she pointed her nipples at him.

"Believe it now?"

He pursed his lips and gave a low whistle. "God, what a pair!"

She dropped her tits and rose up. She held her arms out to him and he cane to her she kissed his mouth, her belly pressing against the bulge in his shorts.

"Let's have a look at this."

Stepping back, she worked at his belt and opened the top of his shorts. She pulled everything down to his ankles, denim shorts and jockey shorts. Then she straightened up again. His cock bobbed in front of her, thick and stiff and already dripping. She cupped her hand under his balls and then ran her fingertips along the underside of his prick.

"Are you going to pop off in my mouth?" He looked at her with hot eyes. "Do you want me to?"

"Yes, that's what I want."

The next moment she was down on her knees with his fuck-knob in her mouth. He had a meaty prick, hot and throbbing. She liked the smell and taste of it. His crotch was sweaty after the hour of tennis. Like a gourmet meal, she thought. Her son had a bigger prick, but this one was nice enough. Gorgeous knob and a heavy pair of balls. The guy was well-hung. Maybe it was all the exercise he got with his mother.

"Shoot it," she said.

She squeezed his nuts as she worked his cock with her mouth. She had him groaning before long. He pumped his hips as he started spurting. Four long spurts of his ropey jism. She twisted his ball-bag. She pursed her lips over the tip of his cock and sucked him dry.

"Oh wow!" he said.

"I guess that means you liked it."

"Do you want me to stay? I'll get hard again and fuck you, if you want."

She patted his dangling cock and shook her head. "Maybe next time, honey. We'll have something to look forward to."

"You promise?"

She promised him. She kissed him again and watched him pull his clothes up. What a shame to cover that lovely prick. But she knew it was for the best. She had to work on his mother first. She sent Stuart away and lay down to take a nap before lunch.

After that the day passed quickly. In the evening, after dinner, Helen found Pat Miller in the bar. Stuart was in the TV room watching a ballgame. Helen smiled at Pat, sat down beside her and ordered a daiquiri.

"Mind some company?"

Pat smiled and welcomed her. "I was just about to get lonely."

They started talking. This was the second time, and it wasn't long before they warmed to each other. They had a number of things in common. They were both women who had survived a wrecked marriage and raised a son without much help from anyone.

They started talking about men. After a while Pat hinted that she knew about Helen's little tryst with Stuart that morning.

"He tells me everything," Pat said.

Helen raised an eyebrow. "Everything?" "Everything."

"Maybe I should be embarrassed." Pat laughed. "What for?"

"You don't mind?"

"Definitely not. Anyway, let's not pussyfoot about it. He says he enjoyed it and I have no complaints."

Helen was pleased. They continued talking, had another round of drinks, and then it was Helen's turn to hint at something. Pat picked up on it immediately. She questioned Helen and Helen said yes, she knew about Pat and Stuart. She explained how she'd seen them accidentally. She said nothing about coming back to look again.

"Serves me right for not pulling the shades," Pat said. "Does it bother you? About Stuart and me? Some people would start screaming." Helen chuckled. "Not me. I'm not like that.

In any case, why would I scream when the territory is so familiar?"

Helen explained to a surprised Pat about her affair with her own son. Pat listened intently as Helen told her Jimmy was now away in college.

"They grow up fast," Helen said wistfully.

"They sure do!"

"We seem to like the same sort of candy." Pat smiled. "It seems we do." Helen snickered. "Two big swingers drinking alone in the mountains. I assure you I've had wilder times. With more than one, if you want to know. I like them in pairs."

"With your son?"

"No, not with him. The loggers come into these mountains every spring and I manage to find some entertainment. I like them with muscles. And big cocks."

Pat laughed. "I like you."

"And I like you, too. Have you ever made it with a woman?"

The question hung there. Pat was silent a long moment as she stirred her drink. Then she said:

"As a matter of fact, I have."

"So have I."

"I assumed that when you asked the question."

"I like it."

"I think I'd like it a lot with you. We're sitting here drinking when we might be doing something more interesting. I think I'd like going down on you."

"Lord, how reckless we are!" Pat said with a smile. "I don't think I can refuse an offer like that."

Ten minutes later they were in Helen's cabin. They kissed. Pat put her hands on Helen's tits.

"Stuart told me about these. I'd like to look at them."

Helen slipped out of her shirt and bra. She held her tits in her hands. "They hang too much."

Her excitement evident in her eyes, Pat shook her head. "They're lovely."

"Quick, on the bed. I want you." Helen turned the lights down while Pat undressed. Then Helen stripped the rest of her clothes off and joined Pat on the bed.

"You've got me shaking," Pat said.

"And dripping, I hope."

"You'll find out"

"I like a good deal of sauce on the entree."

Pat chuckled. The next moment her chuckle turned into a moan as Helen's mouth found her cunt. Pat pulled her knees back to her tits as Helen settled down to her meal.

As far as Helen was concerned, Pat had the loveliest cunt she'd had in a long time. It wasn't often that Helen made it with a woman her own age. There were too many pretty young girls around, girls either already gay or willing to try a woman to see if they liked it. Pat was something different. A mature woman very much like Helen herself. A ripe cunt oozing a thick stew of fuck-juice that turned Helen on and increased her daring.

She traveled south with her tongue. She visited Pat's asshole. Pat accepted the compliment and quickly rolled her ass up to make herself more available.

"I do love that," Pat said.

Helen stiffened her tongue and used it to probe Pat's asshole.

They kept at it a long time. Helen did all the sucking. Cunt-hole and asshole. She had offered to go down on Pat and she expected no favors in return. She didn't need any. Sucking Pat's juicy cunt was a treat. Helen slurped and dug in. She used her nose and mouth and chin. Pat groaned and came, her fuck-juices drizzling over Helen's face.

When Pat recovered, she said: "How about a three-way?"

Helen looked up from Pat's wet pussy and smiled. "With Stuart?"

"That's right."

"I'd love it," Helen said.

The next evening after dinner, Helen went to the Miller cabin. Pat opened the door when she knocked.

"We conned a bottle of champagne out of your bartender," Pat said.

She wore drop earrings and a pair of high heels and nothing else. Stuart wore only a pair of blue jockey shorts, his cock and balls bulging in the pouch. Helen looked them both up and down and chuckled.

"I think I'll be getting lucky tonight." "But first you get some clothes off," Pat said.

Helen quickly stripped. She hefted her tits in her hands, enjoying the admiration in the eyes of both of them. "I've had the hots over this all day."

Stuart opened the champagne and poured.

After the champagne was tasted, Pat moved close to Helen and kissed her.

"I never got to look at all of you last night," Pat purred. She fondled one of Helen's big tits and then stroked Helen's impressive ass. "You're a lot of woman."

"With some wear on the chassis."

"It looks fine to me. Fine and tasty."

"If you're offering, I won't refuse."

They put their champagne glasses down and went to the sofa. Helen loved having her pussy eaten. She was thrilled by the way Pat looked at her. Pat's eyes radiated hot lust. Stuart sat nearby, sipping his champagne as he watched them.

Before Helen sat down, the two women kissed and fondled each other. Pat rubbed her nipples against Helen's. Then she slipped a hand between them and tickled Helen's pussy with her fingertips. "Stuart gets turned on when he sees me eat a woman. Isn't that true, darling?"

Stuart nodded. "That's right, Mom." "Is Jimmy the same?"

"He certainly is."

When Helen moved her legs apart, Pat slipped two fingers inside Helen's cunt-hole. "You're very fuckable. I'd love to fuck you with a cock."

"You're making me hot."

"Sit down, honey. Let Pat make you feel good."

Before long, Helen was seated on the sofa with her knees up and Pat's mouth on her pussy. Pat teased Helen by doing a lot of sniffing and superficial licking. Helen finally had to grab Pat's head to pull Pat's face against her cunt.

"Come on, suck it," Helen said in a throaty voice.

Pat laughed and nuzzled in. She rubbed Helen's clit with her nose while she lapped at Helen's cunt-hole. Helen groaned and lifted her tits in her hands. She pinched her nipples with her fingers as she gazed down at Pat's head.

Stuart watched them. His cock was soon too hard to keep covered. He peeled his shorts off and tossed them away. Then he took his cock in his hand and returned his eyes to the women on the sofa.

"Came over here," Helen said to Stuart.

When the guy walked over, he smiled at her. "Is she giving good bead?"

"Don't talk so much and stick your cock in my mouth."

She sucked his prick while Pat ate her pussy. Mother on one end and son on the other. She had never made it with a duo like this. Now she knew how others felt when they balled her and Jimmy together.

After a while she pushed Stuart away. "Get behind her and fuck her," Helen said.

Stuart grinned. He moved behind his mother's ass. Kneeling on the floor behind her, he fingered her cunt and then drilled his cock inside her cunt.

Pat groaned into Helen's pussy. She wiggled her ass as Stuart began fucking her. Helen held her tits in her hands and rolled her nipples with her fingers as she watched Stuart fucking his mother.

Stuart ran his hands over Pat's ass as he fucked her cunt. He loved her ass. His mother's lovely ass. He rubbed her asshole with the ball of his thumb as his cock slid, in and out of her stretched cunt-hole. With a sly grin at Helen, he dropped some saliva on his mother's asshole and rubbed it around with his finger.

"Yes," Helen said, "I'd like to watch that." "What about you?" Stuart asked.

"Maybe later.

After that he pulled his cock out of Pat's cunt and pushed his fuck-knob at her asshole. Pat grunted, opened her ass and his prick popped inside.

"Oh yeah!" Stuart said. Gripping her ass with his hands, he drove forward to bury his cock to the hilt in her shitter.

Helen quivered. She liked nothing better than a hot prick up her ass. She never let anyone do it except Jimmy. She thought maybe tonight she would break her rule and let Stuart fuck her ass. He had such a delicious cock. She would pretend it was Jimmy's prick packing her shit-tube.

Helen came after that. She blew her climax on Pat's face. Pat guzzled on Helen's pussy, nibbling her clit until the end and then sucking up the juices flowing out of Helen's gaping cunthole. When Pat finally pulled away, she told Stuart to fuck Helen.

"She needs it now," Pat said.

Helen was more than ready for his cock, but she wasn't too keen on the idea of his prick coming straight out of Pat's ass. But then Pat looked at Helen and caught it. Pat smiled, waited until Stuart's cock was out of her ass. Then, as Helen watched, Pat went down on Stuart's prick to clean it with her mouth.

God, what a pair they are! Helen thought. Her pulse racing with excitement, she watched Pat lick and suck the cock that had just been inside her ass.

Before long Stuart's cock was ready for Helen. She bent over on one of the armchairs.

The guy moved behind her and quickly filled her cunt-channel with his fat prick.

"Oh boy, he's good," Helen said. She reached underneath to grab his balls. She rubbed his ball-bag over her clit. She loved the way he fucked her. All that solid fuck-meat stretching her cunt-hole.

Stuart fucked Helen's cunt a good five minutes. Then he started rubbing her asshole with his finger. "How about now?"

"I'll need something," Helen said.

Pat took care of that. "I've got some baby oil," she said. In a moment she had the oil dripped into Helen's asscrack. "Mmmmmm, I like doing this," she said. She made sounds of pleasure as she worked the oil into Helen's asshole.

Then Stuart pulled his cock out of Helen's cunt and raised it up to get at her shitter. His mother helped him. Holding his cockshaft, she positioned his cockhead on the ring of Helen's asshole.

"Open the door, Helen!"

Helen opened her ass and a moment later Stuart's cock slipped inside.

"Oh baby," Helen said. She imagined it was Jimmy's cock. Then she told herself she was being silly. It was nice to have a fresh cock up her ass. Very nice indeed.

Pat moved behind Stuart. She fondled his ass as he fucked in and out of Helen's stretched shithole. It always turned her on to see him fuck another woman. She held his balls in her hand, squeezed his nuts each time he buried his cock in Helen's shitter. Then, still holding his balls, she worked her thumb inside his asshole and reamed him out.

"Oh fuck!" Stuart moaned.

"Go, baby," Pat said. "Dump it in her ass!" Stuart groaned and shot his load. Helen came when she felt his jism freshly lubricate her shitter. She closed her asshole around his cock and milked him dry.

"Listen," Helen said a little while later, "I've got an idea."

"What's that?" Pat said.

"Stay on another week and Jimmy will be here. Maybe we could make a foursome."

Pat laughed. "I could go for that. How about you, Stuart?"

Stuart pulled his cock out of Helen's ass and watched her asshole close. "I like the mountains," he said. "I really do, Mom."