My Voyeur Mom

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 ]=-