She looks around her classroom, that glare of hers silencing any answer besides “Yes, Ms. Lancaster.”
“Splendid! Now, with all of your attention back to the matters at hand, let us continue class, shall we?” She ended her question with an annoyed, icy tone.
Well, I for one have readjusted my attention back to her, even if it is drawing me to her tight butt as she writes upon the board. Yeah…she’s got my full attention now. Later, the bell rings, and I discover that I didn’t take any notes down for that entire class. Shit. Biology homework will be super fun.
…
Hopping off the bus, I start kicking my way down our long, gravel driveway to our home. I glance at the barn to my right and remember that I still have a pair of Pop’s binoculars and a couple of towels stowed away up in the loft. Maybe I’ll get lucky, and Mom will go for a dip in the pond this weekend.
It wasn’t too long ago that I discovered that, when alone, she’d shuck off her bikini or swimsuit or whatever she was wearing and skinny dip. Afterwards, she’d sprawl out in the sun to tan and dry. Hence, why there are now binoculars in the loft of the barn. Perverted? Yes. Am I planning on stopping? Most likely not. Sorry to burst that bubble for ya.
Just the thought of seeing my mother, lying in the soft grass, nude and wet, glistening in the sun, is getting me hard and excited. I quicken my pace to the front porch.
Now inside, I drop my bag by the bench seat, kick off my shoes and make my way to my mother’s room. As I walk in, I’m welcomed by the faint, yet pleasant smell of her perfume from this morning. Sweet, with a floral finish to the nose.
I pull out my phone to recheck my messages. She had texted me during lunch, confirming that she’d be staying later at the boutique. I smiled as I now had a solid couple of hours all to myself. I glanced at her bed, and for some reason, got a naughty idea.
I lay down and looked towards the door. Oddly enough, we both knew we each slept nude, but neither of us ever closed our doors all the way. No idea why, it’s just how it’s always been. No need to question it now, I guess.
From where I lay, it was impossible to see out into the hallway. I got up, smoothed her bedding from the body print I left, and stepped outside. Through the crack in the door, I could just barely see the foot of her bed, and not much else. I pushed the door open a bit more, more than what I remember her leaving it at, at night, and could now see to the middle of it.
I scratch my head, thinking that there must be a better way to get a peek at my mother without pushing the door wide open, exposing myself in the process. Even if the door was wide open, the way her room is laid out, I could only see her bed and nightstands. As I step back, I catch the hinges to my left. I slide over and peer through.
I chuckle to myself. Pulling the door almost shut, I look back through the gap and clearly see her vanity, her dresser, and the entrance to her ensuite. Fantastic! I look up to the ceiling, sending my thanks to Nana for having carpet installed a while back. At first, I thought it would kill the charm and the look of the rich, hardwood flooring, but it also meant our feet didn’t freeze in the winter mornings.
And now…I could sneak a peak at my mother in her room with a very low chance of getting caught. For the rest of the time I have, I think I’ll see where else I can get a vantage point of my sexy MILF of a mother.
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There. I discovered a few new hiding places to peak at my mom without getting caught. Some were simple, like just moving over to the kitchen sink when looking out while she tends the garden. The bay window at the breakfast nook doesn’t have a screen to obscure the view from the outside. Others, though, could prove challenging, especially if I wanted to watch her in the shower. I never had a reason for going into her room to know whether she keeps the door open or not. Nor do I know how much of her room can be seen through the mirror in there.
As I pad my way to the hall bathroom, aka: my bathroom, to take a shower, I feel a slight pang of guilt. Guilt and just a feeling of creepiness that I spent all my free time trying to find even more ways to ogle my mother, who somehow seems oblivious to how much skin she shows me on a daily basis and the effect it has on me.
I start to feel shame, kicking myself for giving in to my intrusive, perverted thoughts. With the warm water falling on me, I close my eyes and imagine it’s washing away the filthy thoughts I’ve been having of my mom recently. They’ve been wonderful distractions, but I can’t keep thinking of her that way.
Breathing in the steam helps to relax me a little. It’s crazy sometimes just how effective breathing can be to help clear your head. As the water envelops me, I start to feel more at ease.
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I feel hands gliding over my skin. A woman’s hands. One is tracing my collar bone, slowly making its way up my neck. The other gently glides down my stomach, over my now stubbly groin, and grasps my cock.
I let a hard breath out as it makes contact. I then feel nipples and then breasts, pressing into my back. Thick thighs pressing against the backs of mine. The hand on my cock slowly brings it to life as it pulses and thickens in her grip. My eyes are sealed shut, my breathing, once calm and composed, now rough and rapid.
My aching cock is now rock solid. Her hand stroking it slowly. I feel hot breath and soft lips against my back and shoulders.
“Mmmm…is this for mommy? Hmm? Is this big…hard…throbbing cock for me, baby? Ohhh my sweet boy! You know just want mommy likes, don’t you?”
She starts stroking faster, a whimpering, almost pathetic moan squeaks through my throat.
“Shh, sweety! It’s ok! Mommy will take care of this for you. You love it when mommy does this for you, don’t you? Mmm…such a good boy you are for mommy. Such…a good…boy!”
A long stroke to emphasize each word. My knees start to shake. My breaths now pleading, moaning whimpers. My balls start to clench.
“Ooooh yesss baby! Mommy’s going to make you cum, isn’t she? It’s ok, sweetheart. Mommy wants it. You going to give it to mommy? Huh? You going to cum for mommy, my sweet boy? Oh yes, go ahead baby. Cum for mommy. Cum for mommy. Let it all out, baby! Cum for me! Cum…”
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The front door closes, and my mother’s voice follows.
“Hi baby, I’m home! You in the shower?”
My eyes snap open. My chest is heaving. I look down and see my own hand gripping my cock tight while the other is across my chest, almost embracing myself. Jesus, that…felt so real! How did I not notice my own hands?
Footfalls coming up the stairs break me from my line of questioning. I quickly close the shower curtain all the way, knowing my mom will most likely open the door to talk to me. Never mind that I’m naked. It’s not like she doesn’t respect my privacy, but she also doesn’t care if I’m naked in the bathroom getting in or out of the shower… nor does she think that I could be doing something else. That innocent obliviousness she has, you know?
As predicted, the door opens, and I see the silhouette of her head peeking in.
“Hello! Hey, once you get done, would you mind getting a start on dinner, please? I’m going to shower too, and I’ll help finish up when I’m done, ok?
With as much composure as I can muster…
“Hey, mom! Yeah, can do.”
“Awesome! Thank you! Love you!”
Her head slips back into the hall. The door staying where she left it open.
“Love you too!” I call back.
I look down, my hand is still wrapped around my now softening cock. I let go and plant my head, hard, against the tile. Fuck me…I need to reign it in.
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