VOYEUR MOM Hardin stepped off the bus and surveyed his surroundings. As he looked about the once familiar terrain in the rapidly waning light of dusk, he reached up and pulled his shirt collar away from his neck. The heat and humidity was stifling here on the East Coast. Accustomed as he was to the cool dry air of the Rocky Mountains where he had spent the last two years of his life at Colorado State University, he knew it was going to take a while to acclimate himself to the local environment.
When his parents had divorced right after his graduation from high school, Hardin had elected to take the offered scholarship at CSU.
Although his mother, Sharon had begged for him to stay and go to a local college, he felt it would be better if he left so his parents wouldn't be tempted to try to influence how he felt about either of them. He still loved them both, although he was more fond of his mother. The two of them had stayed in touch with letters and phone calls on a regular basis. His father, though, had seemed to lose all interest in Hardin and his life.
"So be it," he thought to himself as he pondered how his mother was going to react to his surprise visit. For a moment he considered calling her and perhaps getting her to pick him up at the bus depot. "Nah, it is only five miles and I think I'll walk it," He mumbled softly as he hefted his duffel bag over his shoulder.
As he walked his thoughts turned back to his last visit with her at Christmas, just six short months ago.
His cock twitched as he remembered the vision of his 41 year old mother in a tight fitting denim skirt. Sharon had lost about twenty pounds, and exercised regularly. The divorce seemed to agree with her and she smiled often with warmth and sincerity. Being single bothered her not in the least. The funny thing was she didn't seem to have any boyfriends and didn't appear to want any. Hardin pondered this aberration as he strode into the deepening darkness.
"She must be getting her needs satisfied some other way," He mused. "No woman that looks that good and is that healthy would fail to have normal sexual urges." With a snort he berated himself for even thinking of his mother in any sort of sexual manner. This had always been a battle for him ever since he turned fifteen and accidently walked in on his mother as she was putting on her bathing suit. The image of her small, pert breasts still loomed in his mind. Back then he often fantasized about her as he masturbated in the late evening hours before he finally fell asleep every night.
Even though he continued to feel guilty about these feelings, he still found himself dreaming about her on frequent occasions.
A little less than two hours later he stood at the front door of her little beach cottage. The house was dark except for a bluish glow that emanated from around the curtains in the living room. He could hear the muted sound of the television through the oak door. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the doorbell. Seconds later he saw the curtain move slightly as someone peered out of the window to see who was there.
Then a saw a light come on inside and heard a brief scurry of movement. At the same time as he saw a light come on in what must have been a bathroom, he heard the sound of the lock being turned in the door.
"Hmmm, someone else is here besides Mom," He thought as the door eased open. Slowly a face appeared in the doorway. "My God! Hardin?
Is that reaaly you?" Sharon asked with a catch in her voice. "Yep, in the flesh." Hardin affirmed with a grin. "You gonna just peer at me through the crack in the door, or are you gonna invite me in, Mom?" He asked. Sharon flung the door open and opened her arms wide to embrace her young son.
As she did so, the robe she was wearing slipped open and Hardin caught a brief glimpse of a well rounded breast as he stepped forward. Immediately, he cock sprang to attention as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
As he steeped back, he noticed a flush to her cheeks and caught a faintly pungent aroma. "Did I come at a bad time?" He asked as he watched Sharon pull her robe back together. "Perhaps I should come back later?" "Nonsense!" Sharon exclaimed as she ushered him into the room and closed the door behind him.
"There is no one else here but your Aunt Denise." At that moment the bathroom door opened and Denise, Sharon's younger sister stepped out into the living room.
Wearing only a long T-shirt, Denise walked slowly over to Hardin and gave him a warm hug and light kiss on the cheek. At 38, Denise looked like she had yet to see her 30th birthday. Unlike Sharon, who spent a lot of time in the sun and had a golden tan, Denise was fair with a peaches and cream complexion. In many ways she bore a close resemblance to her sister with the exception of having short blonde hair as opposed to Sharon's long flowing brown tresses.
Each had high cheekbones that framed full lips and dark blue eyes. Where Sharon was lithesome, Denise was almost buxom.
Her full round breasts jutted straight out like a teenager's yet they were almost twice the size of her sister's. As Denise stepped back away from Hardin, he was once again assailed by a faint aroma that made him think of sex. As Denise backed away and surveyed her nephew, she felt a slight flush come to her face as she remembered the brief sensation of Hardin's still rigid member as she pressed herself against him.
The three of them stood mute for a moment and Hardin took the opportunity to survey the room.
The first thing he noticed was the hiss coming from the now blank television screen. Following his gaze, Denise quickly stepped over and turned off the TV. "We were just watching some dumb old movie, but it can always be seen later," She said as she turned back from the console. Hardin then noticed a pair of towels draped on the furniture. One was at the far end of the couch and the other was on the chair that was positioned next to it at a 90 degree angle.
Noticing his gaze, Sharon laughed. "We just got back from a quick dip in the ocean and we weren't quite dry yet." Denise ran her fingers through her still damp hair. "It's great to see you again, Hardin. But I really have to be getting home. I've got a date tonight and I should have left already." "Ok, Denise. Let's get dressed and I'll take you home," Sharon said as she turned back to Hardin. "I really don't have much in the way of food here, wanna go out to eat, Hardin?" "Actually, I would rather not, Mom.
I've got enough dirt and grime on me to start a garden. Why don't you just pick up a pizza or something while I take a shower?" Sharon glanced quickly over at the television set and seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then with a shrug she replied. "Ok.
I shouldn't be but about thirty minutes, so make yourself at home." Hardin smiled and kissed her on the cheek as she turned and walked toward the only bedroom.
Momentarily she paused in the doorway as Denise slid by her. "You will have to bed down on the couch, son. But you can put your clothes in the hall closet. I have a small dresser in there and I have put some new things in there for you." "That'll be great, Mom," He said as he bent over and opened his bag. Moments later, as he stood in the shower he heard the front door close as his mother and his aunt left. Knowing he was alone, he stepped out of the bathroom nude and headed for the kitchen.
Returning with a glass of orange juice, he stopped by the TV and flipped it on. As he settled down into the chair, he felt something under his leg and reached down to retrieve the offending article. As he did he must have pushed one of the buttons on the device for the VCR clicked on and the picture on the TV came to life. As he looked at the device to see which button turned it off he glanced over at the screen. What he saw made him freeze in place. Mouth agape, he watched in fascination at what transpired in the video.
There before him was a scene right out of his deepest fantasies. For the picture was of a small living room whose walls were lined with couches and chairs. Seated throughout the room were nude men and women and they were all masturbating!
As the camera panned around the room he thought he saw faces he recognized. Then two particular faces came into view. One was his mother and the other was his Aunt Denise.
They were seated on a couch with a young man between them. Both of them were focused on the man's lap as he slowly stoked his cock. His head was back as his eyes were closed. Hardin could tell he was close to cumming and in mute fascination he watched as his mother shoved three fingers into her wet snatch and brought her other hand to bear on her clit. Denise, meanwhile, was frantically fucking herself with her right hand as she mauled her breasts with her left.
As he watched, Hardin's hand crept down to his own turgid member and he began to stroke it. The camera panned further and Hardin noticed another face he recognized. It was his Senior year English instructor, Mrs. Falcon. Bernice Falcon had been the subject of many a mastubatory fantasy of his. She was only ten years his senior and had the body some models dreamed of having. Like Denise, she was not one to go out into the sun very often so her skin was creamy white.
With a start, Hardin noticed she had a bald beaver. He remembered looking up her dress at school when she would sit on the desk in the back of the room as the students did their classroom assignments. He was always dropping his pencil or making some other excuse to look down and peer back at her shapely legs. Several times he would get brief glimpses of white panties as she would cross or uncross her legs.
He used to fantasize that she did that on purpose just to tease him. So engrossed in the video was he that he failed to hear the sound of the car as his mother drove up in the driveway.
He wasn't aware she was home until the door opened and she walked in. Hardin froze in mid stroke, aghast that he had been caught. At first, Sharon didn't see him as she set the pizza down on the table next to the door. Then she glanced over and saw what was playing on the TV. Her hand flew to her mouth as she stood in horror. Quickly she spun about to behold her son sitting in the chair, his hand still wrapped around his now diminishing member.
The two of them just stared at each other. Then, galvanized into action, Hardin reached over and snatched the towel off the couch and covered himself with it. "I'm sorry Mom! I accidently hit the play button and the movie came on before I could turn it off, and." Hardin cried out. Sharon felt her face grow red with embarrassment. Slowly she walked over and sat on the end of the couch near her son.
"It's ok, Hardin. I understand. But I want you to understand something," She said as she fumbled for words. "You see, I belong to a very unique club. What with disease and other problems these days, I didn't want to get involved in dating again.
Denise told me about this club where everyone just sits around, talks dirty and masturbates. No intercourse or anything else, just watch and be watched.
Since I have always been real fond of playing with myself I thought this might be a neat idea." She paused in her narrative to gather her thoughts. "Hardin, I found your little stash of porno magazines when I moved out of the old house.
At first I was going to throw them away but I got curious to see what you liked. When I saw all those pictures of women masturbating and some of the stories I read of public sex, I got so turned on I masturbated right there on your bed. I kept those books for a long time and I used to read them every night. Sometimes I would spread the pictures out on the floor and bring myself off while I fantasized that they were all there in the room with me and watching me jack-off." As she related this story she couldn't help but notice Hardin's cock was growing again.
Hardin meanwhile just sat mute, filled with mixed emotions but the most powerful one was lust. The idea of his mother standing in the middle of a bunch of porno pictures and "Jilling-off" as she put it, was just about more than he could bear. Without realizing what he was doing, he slid his hand back under the towel and began to stoke his aching cock.
Sharon saw his hand disappear under the towel. With a twinge of guilt, she realized her pussy was beginning to leak profusely. "Hardin, what are you doing?" She asked as she looked pointedly at his lap. Glancing down, Hardin was once again overcome with embarrassment. "I'm sorry Mom," He said as he once again withdrew his hand.
"I can't help it. Seeing you on the video and now hearing you talk about jacking off while you looked at some of my dirty pictures got me real excited." Sharon felt her breasts swell as she regarded her son. "You mean you are turned on by my being in that video?
You get excited watching your Mom play with herself?" "I can't help it! Hell, I used to fantasize about seeing you nude, Mom. But seeing you stick three fingers up yourself really got me going. I'm sorry. Does that make me a pervert?" "I don't think so, Hardin. Truth is, I used to get hot when I did your laundry.
Sometimes I would find cum stains in your shorts and on your sheets and I would frequently wish that I could catch you one day. Shit, I would get so hot that I would push myself against the washing machine and allow the vibrations to get me off." "Ohhh, Shit!" Hardin said as he reached down and squeezed his cock.
"Mom, I'll be right back. I gotta go take care of this," Hardin said as he started to get up. Sharon reached over and placed her hand on his leg. "Sit down, Hardin." As he sat back in the chair, she leaned back against the couch.
"Do it right here. I want to watch you jack off that nice big cock of yours." "But Mom, I can't do it with you watching!" "What if I do it with you? Hardin, Denise and I were both sitting here, watching that movie and "jilling-off" when you knocked on the door.
I need to cum too, and I would really like to watch you cum. My pussy is getting wet just thinking about it!" As Sharon leaned further back, her right hand stole to the buttons on her blouse as her left reached down and pulled her skirt up, revealing the fact that she didn't have any panties on. Slowly, the fingers of her left hand began to slide up and down her wet slit as she fumbled for the buttons on her blouse.
"You like what you see, Hardin?" She asked as her breasts came free. "You wanna watch your mother cum?" "Oh, God, YES!" Hardin snorted as he flung the towel to the side. "You really like to watch women do this, don't you Hardin?" Sharon gasped as she slid down further on the couch and eased two fingers inside. "Oh yeah! I would rather watch this than fuck, any day!" He said as he stared at her lewdly splayed legs and thrusting fingers. "Use your other hand too, Mom! I want to watch you play with your clit and fuck yourself with your fingers." He snorted.
"Oh yessss! I love it! Watch me do it, Hardin. Watch your horny Mom get herself off. Your big cock is so beautiful and my pussy is soaking knowing you are jacking off over my pussy playing." Hardin rose out of the chair walked over and stood between his mother's outstretched legs.
"This is so freaking hot! You are gonna make me cum!" He said as his gaze alternated between her busy hands and her lust filled gaze. "Look in my eyes, Hardin. Look in my eyes and watch me cum. I am almost there!" "Ohhh, yeah!
Me too. I'm gonna cum." He said as he focused on his mother's lust filled features. "Cum on me, Hardin. Cum on my stomach and breasts! Give it to me!" "Gonna do it Mom, gonna cum.NOW!" He exclaimed as his hips began thrusting and the pearly white semen squirted out of his cock. As the drops of cum landed on her breasts, Sharon let out a squeal. "Yesssss! I'm cumming! Oh, God! Ohhhhhh my God! It is sooooo good!" Sharon said as she thrust three fingers into her hot hole and bucked wildly on the sofa cushion.
Then her legs tried to clamp together, forcing Hardin to step back a little. With a low moan she rolled on her side while still cupping her hot sex with both hands. Hardin watched her as she lay there and shook.
Once in a while he would see her whole body shiver in orgasmic spasm. Finally, after about five minutes, she opened her eyes and looked up at her son. "God, that was incredible!" She gasped. "It has been a long time since I came that hard!" "Yeah, me too." Hardin affirmed. "I have never seen a woman cum like that before.
You are really hot!" Sharon smiled as she slowly stood up. "Let's have some of that pizza, I could use the energy." She smiled. After reheating the pizza, the two of them sat down at the dining room table and began to talk. "Have you always been this hot, Mom?" Hardin asked with a mouthful of cheese and pepperoni. "Yes, I guess so. I have always masturbated at least once a day and sometimes more.
I think it is what chased your father off. Several times he would come home either unexpectedly or early and catch me jilling off in front of a soap opera or in the bedroom with a romance novel in my hand. I guess that was bad enough but when he caught me renting porno videos he got disgusted and left." "I never met a woman that got real turned on by watching." Hardin averred. "Oh, there aren't a lot of women who will admit it, but given the right material, most women will experience arousal if it is something they particularly like.
The problem with women is they seldom will even admit to themselves what would turn them on." Sharon paused to reflect a moment.
"You know Bernice Falcon? She likes to show off. She says she gets wet just having a guy look at her. Guess you would say she is an exhibitionist." "Yeah? I always suspected she was letting me look up her dress in class." Hardin grunted. "I used to jack off at night thinking about her panties." "You and quite a few others, from what I understand." Sharon laughed. "How did Denise ever approach you about the club?" Sharon blushed. "Well, to tell you the truth, I am a bit of a peeping Thomasina, I guess." "Huh?" "I was staying over at her house one night.
We had drunk a whole bottle of wine between us and our inhibitions kinda slipped. So we started talking about sex and stuff and I started getting horny so I went to bed. As I was getting undressed I noticed the bedroom light come on next door and I saw this nice looking guy start taking his clothes off.
I was already in my bathrobe, so I quickly turned off the lights and watched in the dark as he stripped completely down. He had a nice erection and I decided I wanted a better look. So I snuck out the door and walked over to his house." "Really? You went over to look in his window?" "Yeah, funny huh?
Like I said, I think I was a little drunk. Anyhow, when I got there I got right next to his window. Guess what? He was lying on the bed and jacking off while reading a Penthouse.
I can't tell you how horny that made me. Next thing you know, I was standing outside his bedroom window, my robe fully open and just rubbing away at my pussy when I felt someone touch me." "Whoa! What a trip!" Hardin said. "Yeah, imagine how I felt. Caught masturbating while looking in some guy's window! I could have died!" "So, what happened?" "It was Denise!
She had followed me over and was watching me the whole time I was watching him. Funny thing was, she was watching him doing it too!" "Doing what?" ""She said she used to watch him almost every night and jill off with him. She kinda freaked cause she was gonna come over there and do it and was real surprised when I beat her to the punch. Then she told me how she got really hot watching both him and me at the same time." "Anyhow, we talked and that is when she told me about the "club." So now you know the story.
I'll tell you more as we pleasure and watch each other while you are here this week. -=[ THE END ]=-