"Unnnhhhh, God, whaahhhhhhh!" she howled.
"Awwwwwwww, take my come, honey, awwwwwwww!" Jim bawled.
Teddi sobbed in ecstasy as she took her first
load of come. The molten liquid failed her womb and overflowed her crammed little cunt, flooding down her ass crack. Her body convulsed deliciously as her first orgasm burned through every vein. When it was finally over, she looked at Jim wonderingly.
"That was wonderful," she said. "What happened?"
"What happened?" he chuckled. "Just the best thing in the world, honey. We fucked, we got off. Wanta do it again?"
"Yes," Teddi said eagerly.
They did a whole lot of fucking every time they got together and their fucking was still hot and eager twenty years later-except that they were never together enough. Reliving that exciting night so long ago, Teddi worked herself to a fever pitch of hominess, her stiff finger rubbing furiously over her clit. She craved her husband's thick hard cock. She needed it so badly, she could have screamed.
"Ohhhh, damnit, Jim, I need you," she moaned.
But her fingers would have to do. Through many lonely nights of practice, she'd learned to bunch three fingers together and cram them into her cunt, approximating the size and thickness of a cock. She did it now, urgently stuffing herself with the stiff meat, then plunging her fingers furiously up and down in her cream-
soaked pussy. Hot stabs of pleasure ripped through her pussy.
"Umhhhh, my God, unnnhhhhh," she moaned, her pretty face twisting into a lusty grimace.
Her thrusts got deeper and harder as her lust carried her away. Teddi finger-fucked herself desperately, craving the climax that would temporarily end her nagging lust. It didn't take long. She'd masturbated a lot over the years and she was very good at it. In just a matter of minutes the violent explosion took place, rocking her body with pleasure.
"Ahhhhh, yes, yessss, whaahhhhhh!" she wailed.
She felt her bunched fingers being soaked with her spurting come-juice as she fingerfucked herself through the delicious orgasm. That would ease her hominess enough to let her sleep. She gave a satisfied sigh and opened her eyes again. Somewhat dizzily, she looked around the room, then gave a soft gasp of surprise.
Teddi had spotted something she'd never noticed before, a small hole in the wall opposite the bed. Termites? She got up and went to investigate. An embarrassing thought occurred to her. That wall with the hole in it was the wall between the master bedroom and their son Clint's room. It would be so mortifying if Clint
had happened had seen her beating off!
Teddi dismissed the outlandish idea, then gasped again as she studied the little hole. It wasn't made by termites. It had been made by a drill and it was just the right size to peer through. She turned red all the way down to her toes. She couldn't deny the evidence. Clint had drilled that hole so he could spy on the master bedroom and everything that went on in there!
Had he watched her just now as she masturbated? Trembling, Teddi dropped to her knees and peered through the spy hole. She had a good view of Clint lying on his single bed. He was fully clothed except for his cock, which was sticking stiffly and lewdly from the fly of his jeans. He was running his fist up and down his cock.
Teddi's blush deepened. Her son was jacking off and that confirmed her worst fear. Obviously Clint had watched her through the spy hole. He'd watched her parade naked in front of the mirror. He'd watched her sucking her own tits. Most embarrassing of all, he'd watched her cram three fingers into her pussy and bring herself off.
Naturally that had made him very horny and now he just had to jack off. His handsome face was flushed, his eyes closed, and he had a big horny grin on his face as he eagerly pumped his
cock. It wasn't hard to guess what he-was thinking about. He must have had a dozen deliciously wicked images of his pretty mother playing with herself.
"Oh, God, no." Teddi moaned.
Her son was sure getting some sex education. He'd probably watched when she and Jim fucked, too. He'd probably seen them suck each other off, fuck, and get each other off with a whole range of naughty finger tricks. And he really wasn't a little boy any more, Teddi reminded herself. That was a man-sized cock he was pumping.
Fascinated in spite of herself, Teddi stared and stared at her teenaged son's stiff drooling prick. It looked almost as big as his father's cock. It was a handsome one, straight and rigid, veined and thick. The engorged purple head gleamed enticingly and Teddi caught herself salivating as she wondered how long it had been since she'd had the chance to taste Jim's cream.
Too damned long, that was for sure. Too damned long since she'd sucked his throbbing prick and then taken it into her juicy pussy hole. All of sudden, thinking these things and watching her son masturbate, she was horny all over again. She felt the surge of fire and wetness in her cunt slit, and she moaned.
"Awwwwww, fuck, shit, awwwwww!" Clint yelped.
Teddi came out of her horny reverie and stared as Clint jacked himself off. She saw thick globes of jism spurting from his prick and hitting the ceiling above his head. That accounted for those weird stains she'd noticed when she was cleaning his room. She shivered lustily, thinking how great that molten load of come cream would feel deep in her hungry little pussy. Then she told herself to knock it off. The boy was her son, after all!
Clint finished coming, gave a happy sigh, and stuffed his cock back in his jeans. He sat up, swung his legs off the bed, and looked at his bedside clock. Then he walked to the window and looked out on the inky black night. Grinning, he reached for his jacket and headed for the door.
Teddi dashed for her closet and threw on some clothes. Clint was going out, but she had to catch him before he got very far.. It was time they had a talk. The boy was developing some very naughty habits and she intended to nip them in the bud. She didn't care about the girlie magazines and the jacking off, but that spy hole was something else!
CHAPTER TWO
Teddi fumbled into jacket, jeans and sneakers, not bothering with bra and panties. She'd be talking to Clint in the dark outdoors so it didn't matter how she looked. The important thing was to catch up with him before he met his buddies or his date or whoever he was going to see.
As she hurried out of the house, she scolded herself for not keeping closer tabs on the kid. He'd been going out every night lately and she'd accepted his vague, mumbled explanations about "hanging out" with friends. Now she wanted to know exactly what he was up to. If he could drill a spy hole in her bedroom wall and watch her most intimate behavior, he might be into something really kinky on these evening excursions.
To her surprise, she didn't see Clint anywhere on the street, though he'd left the house only moments before she had. The streetlights revealed nobody. She hurried around the house and into the alley. Far down the alley she spotted her son, moving along briskly.
She just walked after him as fast as she could. Her sneakers made no noise on the asphalt. Clint kept glancing from side to side as he walked, as if he was looking for something.
Puzzled, Teddi kept her distance wanting to know just what he was up to. After several blocks he stopped still.
He turned to face the back of a house, watched for a moment, then quickly scaled the low fence and entered the yard.. Teddi crept quickly closer. Clint had disappeared and she wanted to know where he'd gone. As she approached the house, she stopped and gawked. She was looking into a brightly lit bedroom where someone had neglected to pull the shades.
She took a quick peek over the fence and saw Clint right below, sitting there on the grass, leaning back against the fence, arms folded. He was waiting for something. Teddi moved back a littie, into the darkest shadows of the alley, and waited, too. She was more and more puzzled by her son's behavior and she just had to find out what it was all about She could have her talk with him later. Right now she just had to know what he'd been doing at night.