Donna Allen

See mom suck

Ryan was afraid to breathe. He had his eyes against the peephole, and he was afraid she'd hear his breathing or the pounding of his heart. His mother was on the other side of the wall, and she was beginning to undress. He'd been waiting almost an hour for her to come up to her bedroom. Now it was starting, and he was going nuts with excitement.

It wasn't the first time. He'd made the peephole about a month ago and he'd been able to see her naked a dozen times. But each time the excitement was as intense as the first time. His mother had become his obsession. He'd always had fantasies about her, but ever since he started watching her through the peephole he'd been thinking about nothing else.

She had her blouse off now. Her name was Jennifer and she was a beautiful woman in her prime. She kept her dark hair cut short in a boyish style that revealed the elegance of her face and neck. She had a trim athletic body with solid tits. The soft white bra she now wore was filled to capacity, the lace strained and sheer enough to show the shadows of her nipples.

Ryan knew all about her bras. The soft filmy bras and the more substantial bras she sometimes wore with certain clothes. Size thirty-six with a C cup. He wanted the bra off now. He wanted her tits swinging, hanging, and the light brown nipples visible. He never failed to be excited by her tits. He was young and he'd had girls, but he'd never had a girl with tits as beautiful as his mother's.

As she usually did, she removed the bra before undressing any farther. Unhooking the back, pulling the shoulder straps down, then peeling the cups away. Her tits were suddenly free, spilling out, jiggling as she moved to drop the bra into a drawer. Ryan thought her nipples were perfect. The areole weren't that large, but the points were as thick as a finger and long enough so that her nipples always looked stiff. He had daydreams about sucking them. They made his mouth water, and now as he watched her tits bobbing around, he pulled his cock out of his open fly and began stroking it.

Stripped to the waist as she was, his mother puttered around at her dresser awhile. She still wore the rest of her street clothes, a narrow skirt, nylons and heels. Ryan tried to calm himself as he waited for the rest of the show. Sometimes he thought his heart would explode, blast a hole right through the wall and he'd fall inside her bedroom at her feet.

Finally she started undressing again, unzipping her skirt, pulling and pushing it down over her ass and thighs and ultimately stepping out of it. Her ass was glorious, bulging in her dark brown pantyhose now, not too large, but round and firm and as mouth-watering as her tits. The split, the crack of her ass, looked deep and wonderful and Ryan wanted to bury himself in it.

He told himself he would gladly die suffocated by her ass. He would give his left arm to sniff the crack and his right arm to lick it.

Christ, you're crazy, he thought. You'll go bonkers and get taken away in a wagon. He told himself he didn't care one way or the other as long as he had some time to enjoy her ass and those gorgeous legs.

Finally she turned to face him and he could see her dark bush of cunt-hair pressed flat by her sheer pantyhose. Her pussy. So far he hadn't seen more than this. He hadn't seen the slit itself yet, neither the lips nor anything between. He had a magazine with a picture of a woman who resembled his mother, and in the photo the woman had her legs wide open to show all of her hairy cunt. Ryan treasured the photo because he imagined his mother's cunt was like that, full-lipped, hairy all the way down the slit, with a prominent clit and a slightly gaping cunthole. None of the girls he knew had cunts like that.

He continued stroking his cock, but slowly and carefully in order to avoid shooting off. He was afraid to come while he was in the closet with his eye at the peephole. He was afraid he'd make a noise and his mother would hear him. He was terrified she'd find out about his spying on her. She could be such a bitch sometimes when she was angry. They had a good relationship, but she never took any crap from him. She was too independent. She had divorced his father when Ryan was a baby and all these years she'd managed things herself. She and Ryan fought sometimes, but no matter what happened Ryan always adored her.

And he dreamed about her. Night dreams and daydreams. He dreamed about touching her and fucking her. He didn't want to think about fucking her now because it would make him come.

He watched her as she sat on the end of the bed to peel off her pantyhose. He was looking at her from the side, and he couldn't see between her legs. She always sat there. If only she'd sit on this side of the bed, she'd be facing him and he might see something. God, he loved her legs. She had long athletic legs.