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Watching Mom
by Mr. Natural 1996 (address withheld)

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A boy enjoys "watching" his mom. (Fm, ped, inc, voy)

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PART ONE

Paul moved quietly along the side of the house, hoping 
his eyes would adjust to the dark so that he wouldn't 
go tripping across a hose or some booby-trap left by 
his 5 year old brother. He kept his eyes fixed on the 
window 30 feet ahead from which a pale light was barely 
reaching out into the night.

Just to his right was the rough cedar fence put up to 
keep the crazy next door neighbors at bay and to give 
some privacy so Paul and his family could enjoy their 
swimming pool. To Paul's left was the cool, dark brick 
of his house and he touched at it for guidance in the 
darkness, fingertips tracing a path along the uneven 
surface. 

There was no sound other than the beating of his heart 
which was now starting to be a throbbing hammer to his 
neck. His mouth was dry and he took every step with 
caution and care, bringing each foot down gently but 
firmly. It was so quiet that when the central air unit 
a few feet ahead of him suddenly jumped into motion it 
was as if Paul had been kicked in the chest.

For a moment he considered backing up, but he had gone 
this far and couldn't really change course. Not now.

From somewhere down the street came the barking of a 
dog. The air conditioner had settled down into a dull 
drone which, Paul realized, would cover any sounds he 
might make. He took another step toward that window, 
then another. Somewhere a car door closed, hard. He 
waited a moment, trying to calm his jagged breathing.

Turning back? No. Not after all the preparations he'd 
made!

Everything was perfect, and timing was essential. 
Billy, his 5 year old brother, was asleep in his own 
room on the other side of the house. No one else was in 
the house except for Paul's mother, Lisa, and she had 
told him she was going to take a shower and go to bed 
and had already kissed him goodnight. As far as she 
knew, her 14 year old son was in his room watching tv - 
she certainly wouldn't suspect he was edging along the 
house through the darkness toward her bedroom window!

But preparations were more than timing - they involved 
a lot of work! He had slipped into his mother's bedroom 
earlier before she got home from work and had moved the 
edge of the curtain ever so slightly, making sure one 
slat in the mini-blind was raised just enough. He hoped 
she wouldn't notice. He had been so careful that he'd 
actually begun the night before when he did a dry run -
- rigged the window and stood in her room, trying to 
determine if the brightness of the inside bedroom light 
would make the night outside even darker, providing 
better cover.

It did.

And so he was confident he wouldn't be seen, but not so 
sure he'd be able to see. What about the angle? What 
about the precarious arrangement of the curtain and 
blind? Was it too much? Not enough?

It was a risk, but in Paul's mind it seemed worth it. 
After all, his mom was beautiful - long red hair down 
her back, a face that looked to him as if it belonged 
on a movie screen. Lisa was in her late thirties now, 
but that was a shock to most people because she still 
looked good. In fact, Paul's favorite picture of her 
was the one that showed her in competition for a beauty 
contest the town had sponsored maybe fifteen years ago. 

No, she'd lost little and, in fact, now looked better 
than ever. There were a few more pounds, but that made 
her hips and curves that much more exciting, and it was 
obvious that she'd been taking care of herself. 
Whenever she took Paul with her to the health club on 
Sundays - family day - Paul's ears burned when he saw 
how the men looked at her.

Paul's father had put in the swimming pool five years 
ago, just two years before the accident that took him 
away from them, and so Paul often had a chance to see 
his mother in her bathing suit. Still, it was a one 
piece (much like the one in the photograph he loved so 
much) and he wondered what was being hidden? 

It was obvious to see that she had great legs - long 
and shaped just right. She had a nearly perfect 
backside, the suit cut low to show somewhat pale but 
flawless skin. Her rounded ass was amazing, but it was 
what the suit revealed in the front that gave him many 
hours of masturbating.

The suit was very modest, but her cleavage still 
managed to escape the confines and traveled up toward 
her neck. Those were what he wanted to see...that was 
the reason for this careful movement through the night 
in the cover of darkness.

After what seemed like an hour, Paul reached the 
beginnings of the window. He moved slowly into place 
and found that his work on the window blinds and 
curtain hadn't been detected. He could see a good bit 
of the bedroom, from a portion of the bed on the right 
past a closet and then almost to the door of the master 
bathroom. What he couldn't see was his mom and for a 
moment he felt a panic. What if she'd taken a short 
shower - unlike her - and gone looking for him.

The entire plan seemed crazy now and his reaction was 
to bolt and run, probably doing an OJ and banging off 
the air conditioner unit. Just as he'd made his mind up 
to retreat, she walked past and cut through his field 
of vision.

She had just come out of the shower, hair up in a 
towel, wearing her light blue terrycloth robe. She 
breezed past once and then came back into view, rubbing 
out her hair with the towel and running a brush through 
it a few times. She'd obviously managed to keep it from 
getting too wet in the shower, because the red hair was 
basically dry, hanging down past her shoulders. She 
turned slightly toward him now and for a moment her 
green eyes seemed to sweep past the window - but they 
didn't linger, not even for a half-second.

Lisa sat down on the side of the bed and Paul saw she 
had a tube of something - lotion - in one hand. She 
stretched out one of her long legs and began slowly 
rubbing it, massaging in the cream. She started at her 
ankle and worked up, the robe opening to reveal her leg 
all the way up to her upper thigh. He's seen her legs 
in the swimsuit before, but now, like this, they looked 
even more exciting.

His mother continued rubbing, massaging, and then 
started on the other leg. She squirted some lotion into 
her hand and moved up along her calf, past her knee, 
and then to her thigh. She kept rubbing the lotion in 
small circles until, it seemed to Paul, it should have 
been gone from her hand. Still she rubbed.

Her finger moved differently now, brushing along her 
inner thighs. Her head seemed to raise up and back on 
its own, dreamily, eyes closed. She was turned slightly 
away from him now, and he was astonished to see her 
legs open slightly. Her fingers now moved not to her 
thighs but to that place between her thighs - and they 
moved gently now, slowly rotating in a circle. 

She moved slightly, mouth barely open and a tongue 
touching at the full lips. She rubbed a little faster, 
but her fingers were no longer in a circle, but moving 
in and out. At the angle, Paul could begin to see the 
traces of a patch of red hair between her legs.

He felt his cock suddenly jump to life. She was 
masturbating! His mother was rubbing off, or whatever 
girls called it!

The motions of her hands became more animated now and 
she took her right hand away from its place on her 
thigh - keeping the left one in place -- and reached up 
to brush across the fabric that covered her breasts. 
His mother's hand moved across and then back - she was 
touching at her nipple through the terrycloth robe! In 
another moment her head went back even farther and her 
lips were pursed as if to blow out a candle.

Her right hand then slid over and pulled the robe open 
slightly, letting it fall partways down her shoulders. 
Paul's own right hand went down toward his now very 
stiff cock and he quickly pulled down the running 
shorts he was wearing. His dick stood out in the night, 
straight. He grasped it firmly now but began to lightly 
stroke it, watching.

Then, all his efforts were rewarded. His mother allowed 
the robe to slip all the way down her arms, revealing 
her breasts. Paul gasped and felt his mouth go very dry 
now. They were beautiful - far larger than he had 
imagined. Both were full and round with only the 
slightest hint of a sag to them. The nipples were pink 
and large, lovely against the redhead's pale skin. They 
were stiff, too, like Paul's cock, and she licked the 
tips of her fingers of her right hand and began to 
circle the nipple - slowly. Her eyelids fluttered now. 

Paul felt as if he was somehow out of his body, but his 
hand around his cock kept him anchored. He stroked 
faster, but somewhere in his mind he also wanted this 
to go on forever.

Lisa's fingers of her right hand pulled gently at the 
nipple they had been caressing - drawing it out from 
her breast in a way that Paul thought should have been 
painful - but it wasn't by the expression on her face. 
She then twisted the nipple, back arching, and her left 
hand began to dance faster now.

She turned a bit, more toward the window, and Paul 
could see where her left hand had been working. The 
patch of red hair between her legs was trimmed so short 
as to be almost invisible and Paul saw for the first 
time a woman's cunt - and it was his mothers, and it 
was beautiful. Her fingers were moving in and out now 
and he saw the glistening on her hand and knew it 
wasn't all lotion.

His own hand began to work even faster now...

Her breasts moved ever so slightly from side to side 
with her passion as she moved her fingers deep within 
herself and pulled them out. She then raised her left 
hand and touched the fingers to her lips. Her tongue 
moved along the tips, tasting herself, and her right 
hand continued to rub her breast - ignoring the nipple 
and squeezing the entire breast now, hard and firm.

She began to buck a little, to tremble. Her eyelids 
popped open and then closed, drifted back open halfway 
and she was biting her large lower lip. In a moment she 
stopped massaging her beautiful breast and reached down 
by her side. Paul, hypnotized, felt the first droplets 
of pre-cum on his hand. When his mother's hand came up, 
it had a large black something in it - shaped somewhat 
like a cock. 

His mother spread her legs wider now and Paul felt his 
breath catch as he saw her take the tip of that thing 
(Was that what they called a dildo? He'd never seen 
one!) and move it to her pussy. In a moment it slid in 
- although with some effort, for the tool was very 
large - and she lay back on the bed, still in view.

Her arms worked feverishly now, moving that dildo in 
and out of her hungry slit. Her eyes were smoky and 
lust-glazed now. Lying on her back and pumping the 
black tool in glorious abandon, his mother was 
twitching now, almost convulsing. She brought her legs 
up and put her feet on the edge of the bed, knees 
toward the ceiling. The motion of her arms caused her 
tremulous breasts to juggle and bounce wildly, and it 
was on that Paul focused his attention.

His balls began to ache and swell as his hands worked 
faster, watching the heaving breasts with their pebble-
hard nipples sway and wobble with passion.

Faster now.

She moved faster, too.

Her back arched.

Her mouth opened.

Paul felt the pressure in his balls grow and then his 
ass-cheeks tightened.

His mother began to buck and sway now, grinding her 
hips as she pussy-fucked herself with the dildo.

She was coming.

Paul's first jet of hot sperm shot out, staining the 
brick wall of the house. His mom's savage climax sent 
another load flying into the night, the thick, milky 
jizz spurting wildly, pulsing. He leaned against the 
wall for support, knees week, and saw his mother 
rolling wildly about, finally stopping.

His breath sounded to him like a chainsaw. He could see 
his mom clearly now as she extracted the dripping wet 
dildo and traced a path with it along her chest to her 
mouth. She suckled it a moment and then let her arms 
fall out to the side, chest heaving as she caught her 
breath.

Then, she turned on one side, her perfectly rounded ass 
toward him, and curled up. Paul staggered back along 
the wall, somehow missing the air conditioner, and saw 
to his horror that his running shorts were stained with 
some of the evidence of his cum. He couldn't go in like 
this! What if she saw him?

Still panting, he turned and walked quickly across the 
yard, diving into the swimming pool. The water was cold 
but it would hide the evidence.

The back door to the house opened.

"Paul???"

It was his mom.

"I'm in the pool!"

"I thought you were in your room watching tv?"

"Nothing good to see," he said. "I decided to swim, 
instead."

"Okay," she said. "I was just worried about you..."

"I'm great," he said.

There was a pause.

His mother stepped down onto the back patio. She was 
wearing her swimsuit - but not one he'd ever seen 
before. It wasn't the old one piece, but rather a 
bikini - still modest in some ways but very promising 
in others. The light from the house outlined her body 
perfectly and Paul found the flood of memories of what 
he had seen through the window began to stir inside 
him. 

"Paul," she called out. "Do you mind if I join you? Or 
do you want to swim alone?"

"Sure mom," Paul called out. "Come on in - the water is 
really warm..."

Lisa bounded down the patio steps and across the 
darkened lawn. The light in the pool was on, giving the 
entire night scene an almost ethereal glow. Paul took a 
moment to quickly scan the new bathing suit his mom was 
wearing. What happened to her old one-piece? Why this 
bikini which, on anybody else, would be modest but on 
her seemed so daring?

"I took a shower and just felt like one more dip in the 
pool," she said. "I better not get my hair wet!"

She slowly walked down into the pool, using the steps, 
and Paul envied the way the water clung to her and 
moved up along her legs... from the ankles to the 
knees, then slowly up the thighs...

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"I guess so," he stammered.

"It is so beautiful out here tonight," she sighed, 
standing in the shallow end so that the water lapped 
slightly at her breasts that were covered by the bikini 
top.

Paul felt himself grow a bit dizzy. He suddenly flashed 
back to the scene through the window of his mother 
playing with herself, naked and spread out across the 
bed with the dildo stuck so deeply into her. He felt 
his cock begin to stiffen a bit and did a quick lap 
across the pool, brushing close to his mother.

"You really have a lot of energy," she said, smiling. 
"Wish I had some of it!"

Paul held on to the side of the pool and tried to catch 
his breath. Then, without really thinking, he shoved 
off from the side of the pool and swam near the bottom, 
eyes open, looking at his mother and her legs. She was 
standing with them slightly apart and he kept getting 
closer. At the last moment, she moved each leg a little 
to one side and he swam between them, coming up on the 
other side in the shallow water, gasping for breath.

His mother giggled that laugh that she had, the one 
that sounded to him like wind chimes. "Ole!" she 
shouted. 

Paul laughed, too, and thought about making another 
pass between those legs when Lisa went over to the 
steps, hands trailing in the warm water with fingers 
spread. She sat down on the steps and put her head 
back. "This might not be such a good idea," she said.

"Swimming?" Paul asked. 

"Well," she began, then stopped, touching at the water 
with her fingertips.

"No. Not swimming."

"What?" Paul was confused.

"I felt a little lonely tonight and I wanted to be 
close to you," she said.

"Wanting to be with someone who can give a little 
company."

"Gosh, Mom," Paul began.

"You are a wonderful son," she said. "What would I have 
done without you, especially your help with your little 
brother?"

"No problem," Paul said.

"I know you don't sweetie," she said, and leaned 
forward and gave him a light kiss on the lips. Then she 
sat back and smiled faintly. "I guess you are a bit too 
old to be kissed by your mom."

"No," Paul protested. "Not at all."

The glow from the underwater light made his mother's 
skin look as if it had been sculpted from some 
flawless, pale stone. Her green eyes were accented by 
the light as well as the mop of red hair that framed 
her beautiful face. There was a moment when everything 
seemed to stop as Paul looked straight into those eyes 
which seemed to hold a slightly hidden promise. 
Suddenly, Lisa broke off the trance and got to her feet 
turning and walking up the steps and out of the pool.

"I'm sorry," she said, face suddenly taut. "I should go 
on to bed. I've had a little too much wine."

Paul watched his mother walk across the lawn and onto 
the patio, completely entranced by the way her ass 
moved as she walked - a kind of lilting roll that 
caught him between the legs. He stepped out of the pool 
as soon as the door closed and slipped in the door, 
stopping by the bathroom near his bedroom to slip out 
of his shorts and wrap a towel around his waist. He 
then stood in the hallway and looked toward his 
mother's door, which was partly open - as it if it was 
supposed to have been closed all the way but didn't 
quite catch.

He crept slowly down the long, dark hall and peered 
through the crack in the door. His mother was sitting 
on the side of the bed, a towel underneath her to keep 
the wet suit from leaving mark on the covers. She was 
wiping a tear from her eye and had her head down. 

In a moment, as if making a decision, she suddenly 
stood up and reached around back, unhooking the bikini 
top and letting it fall to the floor. Paul gasped, for 
the view through the door was far more clear than the 
one through the bedroom window had been. Immediately 
his cock began to swell beneath the towel around his 
waist.

Her nipples were erect, pinkish in color to match the 
pale skin and red hair. The warmth of the water from 
the pool had met the chill of the central air 
conditioner and they had responded accordingly. She 
rubbed her large, full breasts with both hands as if to 
warm them, then reached over to the bedside table and 
took a glass of wine, taking a large gulp. She put the 
glass down and sat on the bed, her fist hitting the 
pillow one time in frustration.

Suddenly, her eyes swept over to the crack in the door 
and she stiffened. "Paul?" She called out his name 
again, louder this time, clutching one edge of the 
bedspread and pulling it up over her chest. 

Paul felt the electricity shoot through him and he 
wasn't sure if he should move. Finally, he took a step 
back, hoping she had not actually seen him, then 
another. From down the hall he called out, "Yeah, Mom?"

"Would you come in here, please?"

Paul took a deep breath and then looked down at his 
erection so visible as it tented out the towel. He 
adjusted himself so that it was pointing straight up, 
against his skin, and held the towel as best he could 
so as not to give away his condition. Having done that, 
he stepped up and opened the door and peeked in.

"Yeah Mom?"

"Could you come in here a minute, please?"

Paul walked in. "Yes?"

"Were you just at my door?"

Paul felt his face turn bright red. The answer was 
obvious.

"Come here," she said.

Paul stepped forward, closer to the bed. His mother 
still had her bedspread up around her and she looked up 
at him. 

"You are so tall," she said, and then glanced down his 
chest. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the 
unmistakable bulge that showed through the towel. She 
touched at her upper lip with the very tip of her 
tongue and her breathing seemed to become jagged. "Oh, 
Paul," she said, as if from a great distance. 

They were silent for a moment. He was looking down at 
her face while she stared straight ahead at his 
hardness. Then, in slow motion, she reached a hand up, 
her long fingers moving toward his erection. She 
touched at the top of the towel and paused, blinking 
once but not moving her eyes.

"Oh, Paul," she said again. "I really feel..."

Then she gave the most imperceptible touch at the top 
of the towel and it half melted half fell away, 
allowing Paul's cock to spring free. It was pointing 
nearly straight up.

"Paul," she said in a quiet little voice. "I'm sorry." 

"Don't be," he managed.

His mother reached out her fingers again and wrapped 
them around his fully erect prick, and her eyelids 
fluttered. 

"It's been so long," she said. "Forgive me..."

With that, she leaned forward and touched her lips to 
his cock-head, kissing it lightly at first and then 
with a bit more energy. She opened her lips, hesitant 
at first, and allowed him to enter ever so slightly 
into her mouth, his head resting on her tongue. Paul 
felt his knees go weak and his chest tightened. His 
mother let her hand go from her chest and the bedspread 
fell away. 

She moved forward now, taking her son's heavy cock into 
her throat and began to slowly move back and forth. Her 
hands snaked up and grabbed his ass cheeks and 
squeezed, pulling him even deeper - if such a thing was 
possible.

Paul bent forward slightly and touched at her 
breasts... trying not to be rough. She moaned in the 
back of her throat, which caused a vibration on his 
cock-head that sent a shudder of pleasure through him. 
She continued working on him, faster now, and then 
sucked the head while her long fingers pumped at his 
shaft. 

In a moment she pulled back and lay back on the bed, 
her hand on his arm urging him to follow her. He fell a 
bit awkwardly and before he could recover she kissed 
him, full on the lips, her tongue moving quickly into 
his mouth.

Paul felt his cock brush against her inner thigh and 
the heat from it made her wiggle. She guided his head 
down from her lips to her nipples and he tasted his 
mother's breast.

"Oh, god, yes," she said in a tight voice. "Suck your 
mommy's nipple. Roll it, yes, with your tongue. Yes, 
baby. Bite it. Gently. Gently. Now pull mommy's nipple. 
Yes. Yes. Tongue it. Faster. Faster. Oh god, faster."

Paul felt his mother move so that his leg was between 
her leg, the warmth of her pussy evident through the 
fabric of her bikini bottom. She rubbed harder, 
squeezing tight. Her clit moved up and down his leg 
from the knee to the middle of his thigh.

"Suck mommy," she said, but her voice was tight and 
small. "Mommy is going to cum, baby. Mommy needs to 
come so bad. Help me, Paul. Help mommy come."

Paul continued working her nipple and felt her warmth 
go to heat on his leg. Then, suddenly, she let out a 
scream and held herself suspended a moment, legs 
clamped down on his leg. She bucked wildly, rippling 
her body as her back arched and fell, screaming and 
gasping for air.

Then, she was still. She was breathing hard but managed 
to say, "Do you jack off, Paul? Is that what they call 
it? Jacking off??"

"Yes," he managed, "sometimes..."

She pushed him and guided him until he was standing 
again and she sat on the corner of the bed. "Do it for 
me. Show me. Show me how you come."

Paul's cock-head was on fire and he began to stroke 
quickly. His mother moved slightly and then cupped her 
breasts, raising them up as she pushed them together. 
It was as if she was forming a receptacle for what was 
to come issuing forth from his aching cock.

"Good," she cooed. "Good... look what mommy has for 
you."

Paul looked down at the full breasts held up and 
together. His mother leaned forward slightly and moved 
her tits from side to the side so that the nipples 
brushed across the bottom of his balls. That was more 
than he could take and with one more quick pump of his 
right hand his cock exploded in a stream of jism that 
covered his mother's breasts. In the spasm of ecstasy 
he moved enough to send a shower of cum onto her face, 
some of it catching her lips.

"Milk it dry for mommy," she said in a voice so soft 
and sexy as to cause one last wave of cum to shoot 
forth. Then, she leaned forward and took his quivering 
cock into her mouth, cleaning him. Then, she fell back 
onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling, breathing so 
hard that he could see her breasts rise and fall.

"Paul," she said. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" he asked. "Please don't be."

"I'm so confused," she said. "It was so good. So very 
good."

Paul nodded, his knees weak.

"Lay down here next to mommy," she said. "Please. Hold 
me."

With that, she pulled back the covers and slipped under 
them. She reached down and in a moment the bikini 
bottoms were in her hand. She threw them on the floor. 
"Please?"

He crawled under the covers and moved next to her. Her 
body was hot but covered with a cool sweat. 

"We really cannot do this," she said. "Ever again. But 
tonight. Please, tonight? Tonight is ours?"

Paul felt himself growing hard against the pressure of 
her leg. 

"All right, mom," he said. "Tonight."

***

And Paul got his very first hot piece of ass that 
night, one that his mother ended up giving him again 
and again over the next few years of his life...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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