"My peeping mom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Andrews Kathy)

CHAPTER ONE

Janice sat on the chair in the darkness of her bedroom.

She knew she couldn't be seen. But she could see.

The house next door had bedrooms facing her own. There was perhaps twenty feet separating them, with a low fence between. At night, there were usually lights in those bedrooms, and she had been seeing some interesting goings on ever since the house was occupied.

Watching from the darkness of her own bedroom, Janice did not deny the excitement it aroused in her.

She had long ago come to terms with her erotic nature.

In the beginning, she had fought against it, thinking it weird and perverse, wicked, lewd. But then after she had suffered horribly, Janice accepted it. Once she accepted the feelings and emotions that rumbled through her body and mind, she had found a measure of peace. She knew of her desires, of the wanton desires in her mind and body, but she kept them to herself… so far.

And now, the things she saw next door were making those desires burn with a searing flame. At first it had been fun and exciting just to peek, but now it was turning into torment.

The light was on across the fence, as usual. But the room was empty. That didn't matter; Janice knew it would be occupied soon. About ten feet from that window was another, and it, too, was usually well lit. Either those next door felt secure, or they didn't care if someone saw them. Either way, Janice wasn't going to inform them that they could, be seen. She didn't want to put a stop to what was quickly becoming a nightly pleasure.

The things that happened next door did not always happen at the same time. Most of the time only one room was worth watching.

Peeking into the lighted windows did not bother Janice. Although it had, at first, she learned to accept this part of her sexual nature, too. Now it no longer made her feel ashamed or guilty. She knew she was spying on her next door neighbors, but they should draw the drapes if they didn't want to be seen, she told herself.

Her eyes lit up as she saw the girl enter the bedroom. As usual, the girl was wearing pajamas. She was very beautiful. The girl had a sweet face, with huge eyes that gleamed. Her hair was blonde, a honey color. She also had that creamy tan most girls had in the hot summer months.

Janice pulled her chair closer to the window. The girl next door stood before a mirror, brushing her hair. She seemed to be humming softly, Janice noted. As the girl brushed her long hair, she did swaying motions, as if she were dancing slowly to some unheard music. The ass twisted and writhed in a tantalizing manner, and Janice felt a tingle start between her thighs.

In the beginning, Janice had not become very excited watching the girl, but the more she watched, the more interesting it was, and she wasn't surprised to find her emotions, her cunt, responding to the things she saw.

Watching the girl place the brush down, Janice knew what was next.

The girl opened the tops of her pajamas and slipped it off. The tightness of those saucy tits were creamy and inviting. Janice ran her tongue over her lips as her eyes strained with smoldering desire.

The girl cupped her tits with both hands, gazing in the mirror at them. When she thumbed the nipples, then began to twist them, Janice could hear her faint moan of pleasure. The windows in that house were usually open, and she could hear the girl's moans and sighs and whimpers.

When the girl hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her pajamas, Janice felt a burning in her own cunt. She ran her tongue over her lips with anticipation. The pajamas began to slide down. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not, but it seemed to Janice those pajamas went down much slower than before. And there was a lot of wiggling and twisting of that ass, too.

With the pajamas at mid-thigh, the beautiful girl turned and presented her naked ass to the mirror, looking over her shoulder at it. She wiggled it and twisted it in a delightfully erotic manner. The creamy cheeks of the girl's ass were quite lovely, smooth and swelling, flawless in their shape and tightness. It was, Janice had decided when she first saw that ass, the cutest ass she had ever seen.

The pajamas went down. Although the girl's feet were below the windowsill, Janice could see her whole body from the top of her blonde head to her knees. For a moment the girl stood sideways, looking at herself in the mirror. Janice watched those creamy, succulent tits arch out. They were small, but exquisitely tight and shapely.

Facing Janice, the girl gazed at her profile, hands on her hips. Janice stared at the girl's cunt. The girl had her thighs together at the moment, but the sweet slit could be seen. The hair – if there was hair on that cunt – was very scant and blonde.

Now the girl placed her hands on her ass cheeks and arched her hips forward, spreading her thighs. Janice sucked in her breath. The girl was extremely beautiful in her nakedness, so beautiful that Janice wanted to reach across the fence and run her hand over that satiny flesh.

The bed was in line with her vision, and she watched the girl go to it. As she did most nights, the girl sprawled on her stomach, bringing a pillow underneath her body. With her legs wide, the pillow under her hips, the girl began to writhe her hips. Janice could see, since the girl kept her legs wide, the flexing of that sweet ass and the cunt so deliciously devoid of hair.

The girl began banging her cunt on the pillow, fucking it. The soft moans of delight rippled across the fence. Janice's pussy was bubbling very hotly as she watched the girl fuck the pillow unashamedly.

Janice's eyes glowed hotly as she watched that cute, tight ass flex, bouncing and writhing. She now had one hand underneath her gown, her fingers digging into her firm, spongy tits. Her nipples were achingly hard.

The tight ass in the well-lighted window began to churn almost in a violent way now, and the moans of passion drifted to Janice. The girl was thrashing about as if she were in convulsion, her head banging upon the mattress as her ass bounced.

Finally, the girl rolled off the pillow, her legs wide.

The position of the girl was suck that Janice gazed up between those exquisitely slim thighs. She could see her cute hot cunt. She sighed as the girl began to caress her cunt with one hand, the other cupping a creamy tit.

What Janice had just witnessed was an almost nightly event. The girl masturbated often, and usually with all her clothes off. She didn't seem to ever wear a bra; at least Janice had never seen one on those succulent tits.

She watched the girl as she sat up, then disappeared from sight. Janice sighed again and started to get out of the chair. A movement in the other window – the second bedroom window across the fence – caused her to sit back down.

Her eyes widened.

The man was tall, with broad shoulders. She had seen him before, of course, just as she had seen the girl. The man was the father of the girl, that much she knew. So far, the only conversation that had passed between them was a friendly greeting, nothing else.

The man wore only jockey shorts.

Janice felt her eyes blur as they fixed on the front of his shorts. The bulge there was quite appealing to her. The man's chest was hairy, something she liked. The man faced the window for some time, as though he were taking deep breaths of the warm night air. His expression indicated preoccupation with thought.

His hand moved down his flat stomach, and Janice held her breath when she saw him cup his cock and balls. He fondled himself for a few moments, his face still indicating deep thought. When he shoved his hand beneath the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts, Janice sucked in her breath, wishing she could shove her hand into them, feel his cock and balls. The man caressed his cock and balls, his shorts moving, as Janice felt her hairy cunt twitch with desire. She shifted her ass on the chair, squirming as the heat grew steadily between her thighs.

A small gasp bubbled from her when the man shoved his jockey shorts down, exposing his cock and balls.

"Oooooh," Janice murmured softly as her eyes blazed with desire. His cock was almost hard, becoming very thick and long with a beautiful, smoothly swollen head. His balls, she could see, were quite hairy. "I'd love to have that!" she whispered into the darkness.

The man grasped his cock and pumped it a few times. His prick became very hard then, a good eight inches long, she judged. The head was so lovely, so deliciously smooth, Janice ran her tongue about her lips with eagerness. Her eyes fixed upon his cock and balls as he began to work his fist back and forth, his face still expressing deep thought, as if he were jacking off without a conscious thought of doing so.

Her cunt steamed and her clitoris became painfully inflamed. The sight of that gorgeous cock sent spasms of desire flooding her body. Her cunt seemed to suck inward with a flexing convulsion, and she had the distinct sensation of being on the brink of an orgasm.

Still sliding his fist back and forth on his cock, the man used his other hand to shove his shorts down. They disappeared below the sill of the window as the man turned. Janice gazed at his ass, thinking it was the most beautiful ass she had ever seen on a man. It was muscular, the cheeks tight. Another moan came to her as she watched the man move about the bedroom, still jerking on his cock, moving about as if he were searching for something. His balls swayed from the movement of his hand.

The man sat on the edge of his bed, still pumping on his cock, his expression changing into one of pleasure. He leaned back on his elbow, his eyes now watching as he jacked up and down his prick. Janice saw his hips move occasionally, an upthrust of his hips as he began to jack off with a faster motion. Again he was on his feet, moving about the room, always in her view. His fist never missed a beat. The head of his cock was even more swollen than before, and she was certain he dripped from the piss hole. Light caught it, making the juices glisten. Now and then the man would cup his balls, give them a squeeze as he beat his cock.

Janice had never seen a man jack off before. She had never had the opportunity to see a man jack his cock. It was an amazing sight to her, thrilling and erotic to watch this man masturbate. She could not resist shoving a hand under her gown and press it between her thighs, holding her steaming cunt. The palm of her hand became moist and slippery as her pussy seeped, and she began to rub up and down, exerting pressure on her swollen clitoris. She was trembling with desire as she watched him closely.

Finally, the man moved to the window, facing it as though unconcerned that he was exposed. His face was contorting as his fist flew back and forth on his cock. He arched forward, as though trying to shove his cock from it. The snorting gasps he made came clearly to Janice. From the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of the girl climbing into her bed, drawing the sheet up over her naked body.

But the girl was forgotten as Janice concentrated on the man, who was standing at the window and jacking off. His excitement was evident to her, his body trembling, his hips moving. He seemed to be holding his fist still now, fucking back and forth into his palm.

She was conscious of the light going off in the girl's bedroom, but her attention was fixed upon the man who was now jacking off with a swiftly moving fist. His hips were arched outward and his face was screwed up tightly. He grasped his balls in one hand, and it looked to Janice as though he were squeezing them painfully.

"Uh… uh… uh!" she heard him grunt, his fist moving faster and faster. "Uhhuhhhh!"

Janice could not hold back the sudden gurgle that bubbled from her as the man suddenly came off. She saw the pearl-white come juice fly from his cock, land upon the windowsill. The globs of come juice continued to spurt, his fist jerking frantically. The spewing of his come juice, squirting from that piss hole, sent her cunt into a spasm. Janice almost doubled over with the intensity of it.

Her cunt grew tight, and then she realized she had penetrated her pussy with a finger. The lips of her hairy cunt squeezed and sucked at her finger as she clutched her stomach with her other hand, moaning in a wailing sound. Her eyes, almost glazed with ecstasy, remained fixed upon the squirting cock.

She was hardly aware when the light went out in that bedroom.

She continued to sit there, her eyes gazing out into the darkness. What she had seen the man do was a first.

She had seen him walk about his bedroom in his shorts before, but this was the first time she had seen his cock and balls, and watch him jack off.

After a time, she got out of her chair and climbed into her own bed.

Surely the man and girl realized they could have been seen, she thought. They had not pulled their drapes since moving in. They knew, certainly, that those bedrooms faced Janice's house.

There was no wife or mother that she had seen. The two apparently lived alone. The man was tall and very good-looking, and always wore a suit when he went off to work. On the few times she happened to see him when he came home, they would nod and greet each other. The man had a wonderful, smile for her when they saw each other.

The girl was always friendly, too. She was very cute and bubbling, with an outgoing personality. Janice wondered if her son Bobby had made friends with the girl yet. But he was so involved with other things, baseball and other sports. Bobby had shown no interest in girls as yet, but that didn't disturb Janice.

He was at the age where most boys preferred the company of each other to that of girls. He was a good son, though. He had accepted his mother's divorce from his father much better than she would have suspected. But then, her ex-husband had never shown much affection or care for Bobby.

She wondered if Bobby jacked off, if he was even old enough to come. She had limited knowledge of such things. Janice, as a very small girl, had experienced orgasms, but she had heard boys didn't until they reached a certain age in their teens.

It was something she would never know, she thought. She certainly couldn't ask Bobby if his cock squirted. That might embarrass him, and he probably wouldn't tell her anyway.

Janice suddenly sat up in bed, her eyes wide.

Thinking of her son had created such stimulation between her legs, she had almost come again. She drew her knees up tight against her tits, hugging them with her chin resting there. In her mind she had transformed the man across the fence into her son, and she imagined watching Bobby jack off.

For a moment she was ashamed of her thoughts. But they were pleasant to contemplate. The idea of her son jacking off before a window sent her flesh to shivering. An idea suddenly appealed to her. But there was no way she could observe her son jacking off.

But if he couldn't come off, surely he played with himself sometimes. Boys and girls did that, experimenting, making themselves feel good. She had done so as a child, and she had heard of other girls doing so, too. Boys weren't that different from girls. She had read a book when she was in her teens, a book of a girl's school. Those girls in that book certainly enjoyed themselves under the cover of darkness. There was even one scene where two girls had fingered each other to orgasms.

Boys did the same things, Janice was sure. She lay back in bed, closing her eyes. Drawing her knees up, she tried to go to sleep. But even as she began to drift into slumber, the image of her son jacking off before a lighted window still burned within her.

She cupped a hand between her thighs.