Nick Eastwood
Peeping naughty mom

CHAPTER ONE

It was the last day of school, and, as the final bell rang, Miss Lawson's English class let out a whoop of delight and thundered from the room. The teacher watched them go, wishing she shared their joy and relief.

Sighing, the statuesque brunette began to empty her desk drawers and pile her things into a cardboard box. Her pretty face was creased with a frown. She couldn't get her mind off her boyfriend, Russ Parker, and the things he was going to be expecting from her now that they'd be away from the classrooms and away from prying eyes. No, she wouldn't be able to hold out on Russ much longer.

She wasn't even sure she wanted to hold out. Russ, who taught chemistry in the same school, was a gentle and attractive man, the first male Janet had trusted in a long, long time. He obviously loved her, and it looked like they could make a good marriage together. But Janet just hadn't been able to take that first important step.

She jumped with surprise now as he stuck his head in the door and said, "Hello, beautiful. I hope our date's still on for tonight."

"Oh, yes, of course, Russ," Janet answered, blushing. "What time do you want to pick me up? Seven?"

"That's fine," he said, crossing the room and pulling her into his arms, "but I wish I could just take you home with me right now."

He kissed her hotly on the mouth and darted his tongue between her lips. Janet was always surprised at her reaction when he did that. Molten juice positively squirted from her cunt, soaking her panties, and her belly did lusty flip-flops. Her big tits went engorged, and her nipples stiffened and poked against Russ' chest. She just went totally out of control when he gave her those steamy tongue-kisses. That really embarrassed the prim young woman.

Still, she didn't want him to stop. She never did. Her conscience kept warning her that this could lead to a much more serious situation, a situation she might not be able to handle, yet she loved being pressed against his hard male body and feeling those tantalizing thrusts of his hot slick tongue.

"How about it, honey?" Russ asked, his voice hoarse with longing. "Will you come home with me right now?"

Janet almost said yes. She was starved for love-making. It had been ten years since she'd gone all the way with a man. But as Russ squeezed her again, she felt the rock-hard lump of his cock pressing her belly, and she panicked. She'd been hurt so badly the other time. She wasn't sure she was ready for fucking again. Blushing, she wriggled out of his embrace.

"Russ, I just have to think about it some more," she said.

He groaned with frustration. "You've been thinking about it for a year, Janet," he complained. "All right, I'll see you at seven."

He didn't kiss her again, and Janet knew he was really pissed off at her. She couldn't blame him. A few more refusals, and she would lose him to some other woman who was more eager to hop into bed. She didn't want to lose Russ. She made up her mind – tonight she'd go all the way with him no matter how scared she was. She just couldn't hold out on him any longer and expect to keep him.

Her mind made up, Janet finished packing and carried her things out to the parking lot. On the way home she tried to prepare her mind for what was going to happen. Ten years was a long time between men. She wasn't sure she even remembered the moves. But she knew her natural instincts would guide her.

She started creaming just thinking about it. No matter what else she had to say about her one and only experiment with sex, she'd enjoyed the fucking. And it had been hard as hell to go for a whole decade without it. There'd been many nights when she just couldn't contain her lust any longer and had had to play with herself. She'd become pretty good at it. But her fingers were never as good as a cock, and she never stopped thinking how badly she wanted to be fucked.

At home she showered for a long time, wanting to be perfectly fresh and inviting for Russ. She felt almost like a virgin getting ready for her wedding night. After drying off she put on a revealing low-cut evening dress and let her thick dark hair cascade freely down her back. She'd never looked so sexy for Russ before – and she knew exactly what effect she was going to have on him.

At seven promptly the doorbell rang, and when Janet opened the door Russ just stood there and stared at her. His eyes traveled hotly up her long shapely legs, curvy hips and tiny waist. They focused intently on the deep cleavage of her big ripe tits. He looked higher, and their eyes met.

"Damn you, Janet," he muttered, "you know how much I want you."

"Yes, Russ, I do," Janet said softly, "and that's why I suggest we put off dinner for a few hours and just stay at my place."

He gawked at her, and she had to lead him inside and over to the couch. She had a pitcher of martinis ready, and she poured drinks for both of them. She had a hunch they could both use a strong drink, and she was right. They practically gulped their martinis. Then Janet set the glasses aside and leaned forward to kiss Russ, sinking her velvety little tongue into his mouth.

It was the first time she'd ever initiated their love-making, and Russ reacted with a lusty shudder. He pulled her tighter against him, and, as usual, her nipples went engorged and rigid, poking against his chest. As they kissed, darting their tongues into each other's mouth, he ran his hands down from her shoulders and cupped her tits. Always before, when he'd done this, Janet had pulled away, but tonight she didn't.

She was nervous yet very excited as Russ began searching out the back zipper of her dress. She'd hardly let him do anything before, but tonight she was going to let him do it all. He got the zipper open and slid her dress down to her waist. Then he made short work of her lacey, full-packed bra. Janet felt the cool air hitting her naked tits and she gave a little whimper of alarm.

"Just relax, honey," he crooned, "you know I'd never hurt you. It won't be like it was before."

His big hot hands closed over her bare tits and began to squeeze and mold. Janet felt sizzling excitement. It had been ten years since a man had played with her tits. And she felt more and more that she could trust Russ. She'd told him all about her first experience, and he knew just what she was afraid of. He'd take good care of her. She tried to relax as he worked his thumbs over her big cone-shaped nipples and teased them into absolute rigidity.

"This isn't so bad, is it?" he grinned.

Janet shook her head shyly. She was still nowhere near letting herself go with him or any other man, but she had to admit it was very arousing to have him fondling her naked tits. The big globes were very sensitive, responding to even his most teasing and feathery touch.

Yes, one part of her wasn't afraid at all. One part of her just wanted to be fucked, fucked endlessly. Her pussy was on fire as she experienced a man's intimate touches for the first time in so many years. Of course her silly conscience went on squawking, but her pussy paid no attention. Russ leaned farther down and began to lick her nipples, and she couldn't suppress a gurgle of pleasure.

"Yeah, honey, it feels good, doesn't it?" he said hoarsely.

That was putting it mildly. Janet started creaming floods as he twirled the wet tip of his tongue around and around the rigid pink pillars, lathering her erect nipples with his hot spit. Her panties were absolutely soaked with the molten juice that flooded from her long denied cunt.

Well, no problem. Russ was well on his way to giving her everything she needed. He knew about her past and about her deep distrust of men, so he was going slowly, being very gentle with her – but she knew he was almost howling with horniness. She glanced down and saw a huge bulge at the fly of his pants. Some wild urge came over her, and she reached down and touched the lewd-looking lump, then drew back as if it had been a hot potato.

"Hey, it won't bite," Russ chuckled. "Listen, we're getting our best clothes wrinkled. Why don't we take them off? For that matter, we could go in your bedroom and be a lot more comfortable."

Of course it all made sense, especially when she'd practically told him she was going to go all the way with him tonight. She couldn't argue, but as she led the way to her room, she felt herself starting to panic. She was about to give herself totally to a man, and she wasn't sure she was ready. In the bedroom Russ eagerly began to strip, but Janet just stood there and gawked at him.

She'd never even seen him in a bathing suit before, and she wasn't prepared for how much his rugged body aroused her. He was tall and built like a man should be, with broad shoulders and harrow hips and ass. All his muscles were well-defined, thanks to daily workouts. His chest was thickly matted with bronze-blond hairs.

Now he was skinning out of his jockey shorts, and her eyes shot helplessly to his erect cock. It was a monster, as thick as her wrist and very long. It weaved rigidly and obscenely before him, bulging with blue veins and dripping hot juice. Janet stared at his rock-hard prick and creamed a steaming flood of pussy juice. Scared as she was, she couldn't take her hungry eyes off his cock.

"Let me help you out of your clothes, honey," Russ said hoarsely.

He unzipped her dress the rest of the way, and it slithered down her body and puddled on the floor. Mindlessly she accepted his outstretched hand, and she steadied herself as she kicked off her shoes. Then Russ dropped to his knees before her and deftly removed her pantyhose. All that remained were her tiny lace-trimmed bikini panties. She flinched as he grasped the waistband and began easing them off.

"Easy," he crooned, "it's going to be very, very good for us, honey, I promise."

Janet tried to believe him. She knew she had no reason not to, he was such a good man. But there had been, that other man, long ago, who'd made her adore sex, then hurt her so badly. She couldn't help thinking of that as Russ drew down her panties and helped her step out of them. Then, without warning he buried his face in her soft dark bush.

Janet gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders. His hot breath was fanning her swollen mound and making her almost unbearably excited. Then his tongue went to work, darting through the fine fur of her bush and hitting the ultrasensitive bud of her clit. He stabbed teasingly at the throbbing button.

"Ohhhhhh, God," she moaned.

Each feathery stab of his tongue tip gave her a hot rush of pleasure. Thick molten juice ran down her inner thighs. He knew just what to do with his tongue, just how to stimulate her joy button till it swelled up taut and erect, becoming even more sensitive than before. She had an instinctive urge to just fall back on the bed, open her legs wide, and let him gobble her whole lust-engorged pussy. But years of being on guard kept her from doing it.

Still she couldn't help easing her thighs open just a little wider so his tongue could reach farther back. He darted it from the wildly throbbing lump of her clit back to the swollen and steaming lips of her cunt. Helplessly she fed him a sizzling load of her musky cream. He snorted with lust as he gobbled it, then suddenly got to his feet.

"R-Russ, I-I'm not sure," she stammered.

"Honey, you just creamed in my face," he chuckled. "Now, I know you're uptight, but you're also a normal, healthy woman, and you know you can't go your whole life without sex. You gotta come back to the real world sometime, Janet."

He obviously wasn't taking no for an answer. He set her down on the bed and positioned her on her back, long legs spread wide and bent, her cream-soaked pussy completely open to him. Janet started to panic again, but she knew she couldn't deny him now. After leading him so far, that would be too cruel. Besides, she loved this guy. And she wanted to prove it. She tried to control her nervous shaking as Russ lowered himself onto her and sank down between her hot silky thighs.

"Ohhhh, baby, have I ever looked forward to this moment," he whispered hoarsely. "A whole Goddam year…"

He trailed off, too excited to talk. Janet gritted her teeth and clenched her fists till her knuckles turned white. He socked the huge hard head of his cock into the juicy pit of her cuntal opening, stretching her pussy lips wide. Janet wanted to scream with fright, but she was determined not to spoil this moment for him. She forced herself to lie still as he began easing his cock into her.

She surprised herself. That moan was a hoarse cry of delight. Russ' long stiff boner felt fantastically good in her starved little cunt, and in seconds all her fright was gone. All she felt was hot pleasure and incredible excitement. She drew her thighs open even wider, letting him all the way in. His steel-hard cock touched her womb. She soaked the throbbing pillar of meat with a huge burst of hot cream.

"You okay, honey?" Russ asked.

"Y-yes," Janet panted, still too shy to tell him how much she loved feeling his cock inside her.

"Good," he leered, "'cause I sure as hell don't intend to quit."

She shivered lustily as he slid his hands under her ass, cupped the firm little globes, and began to piston his big hard boner in and out of her curd. She wondered how on earth she'd managed to last ten long years without these heavenly sensations. Each deep thrust of his stiff cock gave her a hot explosion of pleasure that made her cream like crazy. All the excitement of fucking came back to her in just a few lusty seconds.

Janet just gurgled and clung to him, clawing his broad shoulders, creaming steadily and helplessly. Pretty soon her natural lusty instincts took over and she began to fuck back at him, jerking her hips to his rhythm. Each time he sank his rigid prick into her juice-slick twat, she thrust her hips forward, taking his meat as deep as she could get it.

She felt like she could never get enough of that delicious thrusting, the wonderful sensation of having her horny little cunt filled with thick throbbing cock. She was creaming nonstop, and Russ' big boner was making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the thick hot juice from her gripping box. The molten liquid overflowed, gushing down her ass crack. No way could she control that lusty creaming.

And soon she wasn't able to control her noises, either. The prim, shy schoolteacher was spinning out of control, her lust reaching to boiling point. She moaned and gurgled and squealed as Russ hammered his prick into her faster and faster. The harder he did it to her, the more she loved it. She felt like she needed that almost savage fucking to make up for the long years without a man.

"Unnnhhhh, Russ, yesssss," she hissed, "do it to me, darling, it feels so damned good."

Russ groaned and almost shot his load. From the moment he'd set eyes on this frosty but beautiful woman, he been aching to fuck her, longing to release her pent-up lusts. Now at last it was happening. He knew that when he'd first thrust his cock into her, she was just letting him do it, trying to please him. But within seconds she was loving it, and now she was really letting him know it.

"Ohhhhhh, God, Russ, make me come," she sobbed. "I need to come so bad."

"Yeah, baby, I'll make you come," Russ growled.

Cupping her churning little ass, he pulled her tight against him and fucked into her like a pile driver. He wasn't bothering to be gentle any more and he knew she didn't want him to. They went at each other like animals, snarling and growling and humping, and he felt her cunt tightening around his prick as she hurtled toward that urgently needed orgasm.

Russ was right on the verge of coming himself, but he was determined to take her with him. He pulled out all stops, his ass knotting and jerking with lightning speed, his body slapping loudly against hers. She stiffened for a second, gave a low hoarse moan, then began to convulse, her big-titted body bucking and writhing violently.

"Unnnhhhhhh, I'm coming, whaaahhhh!" she screamed.

"Take my come, baby, aaaggghhhh!" Russ roared, pounding his jizz into her sucking womb.

Janet almost blacked out with pleasure as she experienced her first cock-induced orgasm in ten years. No, her fingers just couldn't give her this kind of ecstasy – no way in the world! And now that Russ had broken through her resistance and brought her back to normal love-making, she wanted to glut herself on it. If only she was free to do nothing but make love to him!

"Janet," he said as they finally rolled apart, "there's no question in my mind. I think we oughta get married right away."

Janet sighed loudly. "I wish we could, Russ," she said. "I know I want to marry you, but it can't be right away. There's Jeff, remember?"

"Oh, yes," Russ sighed, "I'd forgotten about Jeff."