Chapter 1
At fifteen, Billy Clark had two immediate goals. First, to get his jalopy running so he would have a car to drive as soon as he turned sixteen and, second, to get fucked and be relieved of the nagging horniness that ravaged him.
Now that summer vacation had started, he spent most of his time working on his car and jerking off. Very often, in the middle of some important task, he would get so horny he would have to drop everything and grab his throbbing crotch. He would climb into the back seat of the twenty-year-old Chevy convertible, pull out his throbbing cock, pump it wildly, and fill his handkerchief with jism. Only then would he be able to go back to work.
Billy was a gook-looking boy; tall, slim, with straight blond hair that bounced on his head with his quick, energetic movements. His features were almost pretty, his complexion perfectly clear except for a dozen freckles. His blue eyes glimmered like gemstones.
Although all the girls in the neighborhood liked him, Billy was shy. And his awkward lust for their pert, young breasts and round asses made it even more difficult for him to get anywhere with them.
But as Billy tore his car apart and put it back together, he was dreaming of the day he would be able to get his driver's license. He imagined himself driving down the street, stopping to offer a ride to a sweet, young chick, and getting her into the back seat under his thrusting prick.
He had necked with a few girls. Once he even held a tit in his hand for a second or two before his hand was pushed away, so he had some bask for his constant sexual fantasies. But he had to fill in the details himself. He knew that the most exquisite feeling in the world would be having his cock buried in the depths of a hot pussy. He knew that strong, young thighs gripping him around the waist would make his head spin. But the closest he could come to those experiences was imagining them.
Now, as he worked on his car, he felt the familiar feeling of his cock stirring. He leaned against the fender of the car, pressing his swelling cock against it. Once the hunger started, there was nothing he could do but jerk off. The need for an orgasm wouldn't go away by itself.
Billy glanced toward the house to see if his mother was working on her garden. She wasn't. He could jerk off there in the garage without being seen. As he was about to look away from the house, though, his eyes were attracted by a flash of light in a window. It was his mother's bedroom window, and the flash looked like sunlight falling on bare flesh.
The thought that his mother might be undressing gave Billy's already horny body a jolt. What could be better while jerking off than to admire his mother's naked body? Just thinking about it made him pant. He heard his heart beating in the stillness of the garage. There was no turning back now. He would have to sneak up to her window and look in. Although getting caught would be terribly embarrassing, the situation was out of his control now-his horniness led him on.
Shifting his prick in his pants so he was able to walk, he strolled toward the house. His mother's window was near the back door. If he walked to that door, then kept going, he could get to her window without having it look as though he meant to peek. As he neared the house, he was so excited he could feel his heart throbbing in his temples.
Passing the back door, Billy neared that portal to heaven-his mother's window. He decided to walk past it, glancing in without stopping. If he saw something good, he would walk back and take another look. After all, he couldn't just stand there gawking-she would see him.
Looking out of the corners of his eyes so his peeking wouldn't be too obvious, he passed the window. When he saw Ms mother standing at her dresser looking in the mirror, naked, he was almost knocked over with passion. The sight had lasted for only a split second, but now that he knew there was something to see he would go back and get an eyeful.
Trembling with lust, he crept back to the window. His mother was in the same spot. Billy's brain was exploding with excitement as he took in the view of his mother's gorgeous body.
She was standing in profile, so she couldn't see him in the mirror. Her big tits were sticking out proudly, and her ass was the most sensual thing Billy had ever seen.
As his eyes traveled up and down that fantastic body, his mother made exactly the right movements to show off her voluptuousness. She lifted her hands to her head, pulling her long, blonde hair into a ponytail, which she pinned up.
Her round, ample tits rose with her arms. Billy saw a sight he would never forget. Then she bent forward, causing those creamy globes to swing down and hang from her chest over the dresser.
When Billy saw those tits swing heavily and sway slightly, he heard a groaning sound in his throat. What would he give to be able to lift one of those knockers and weight it in his sweaty palm? At that moment of horny insanity he would have given his life.
Suddenly, his mother stood upright. Her tits leapt up, and she turned her back to the window and her peeping son. As she walked to her closet, her ass swayed from side to side, the cheeks quivering sexily. Billy's eyes strained to see into the deep, dark crevice that separated the cheeks of her ass as he dreamed of pressing his face into thsoe soft pillows of flesh. The inverted-heart shape of his mother's ass was the most beautiful thing Bill could imagine.
His mother opened her closet. As Billy was etching the view of her naked ass into his memory, the woman bent down to pick up something from the closet floor. Her cunt peeked out from under her ass as she bent o\er, giving her son a sight that made him quake with horniness. He peered at that furry treasure so intently his eyeballs ached.
From his position outside the window he couldn't see as much detail as he would have liked.
But he knew that his eyes were resting on a genuine, living, cunt-the thing that had dominated his consciousness for the past few years. His horny greed almost overcame his common sense as he felt an urge to climb through the window and run to that hairy prize. But he was glued to his vantage point.
His mother pulled a pair of slippers from the closet and stepped into them. Then she took a robe from a hook and threw it around her as she turned toward the window. Just before the robe closed, Billy got a view of her cunt. Although he had to duck out of sight as his mother faced the window, the image of the fuzzy triangle was burned into his brain.
Billy scurried back to the garage. He was afraid his mother had seen him as she turned around, but at the moment that thought was secondary to his raging arousal. His cock was fully stiff and beating with his pounding heart. He wouldn't have been surprised to hear his pants rip from the pressure of his swollen cock.
When he slid behind the wheel of his car, Billy was shaking. His arms were Hmp, and his hands trembled as he struggled to pull down his fly. When he freed his blood-engorged rod, there was a pearly drop of jism on the bead. He felt a tremendous pressure in his balls.
With a vivid picture of his mother's swinging tits and swaying ass burning in his mind, he grabbed his prick and pumped the loose skin up and down. In his advanced state of sexual excitement, it took only about a half-dozen strokes to start his cream shooting in high arcs over his lap.
Billy sat there for a while, covered with jism and breathing deep gulps of air, thinking about what he had seen. He had known what a naked woman looked like from the magazines he had hidden under his mattress. But the sight of a warm, living woman stirred him to the bone. He knew he would have to get his hands on a chick. He would have to feel a set of big tits oozing through his fingers. But most of all, he would have to stick his prick into title hot depths of a cunt.
When Ann dark turned away from her closet she gasped in fright at the blur she saw at her window. There must have been a prowler, she thought But in the middle of the afternoon? Pulling herself together, she rushed to the window and looked out just in time to see Billy disappear into the garage.
It was a shock to think that her son had been peeking in her window, but it seemed that that was what had happened. She thought about what he had seen and blushed in embarrassment. Ever since the boy had been a child, she had kept the sight of her body from him.
Ann was a widow. Ted, her husband, had been killed in an auto accident when Billy was an infant. Ann' and Billy led a good life together, though. Thanks to Ted's insurance and Ann's job as a secretary, there was enough money for a comfortable lifestyle.
But now Ann was worried about the boy. He was at the age where sex was becoming important to him. She knew that her son was shy and that he was bound to be horny. She had already found the stains on his bed sheets that indicated he frequently jerked off at night.
But that didn't explain Ann's worrying. If she would admit to herself that Billy's peeking had given her a twinge of excitement, she might have realized the cause of her worry. The truth was, ever since Billy began leaving those stains on his sheet, Ann felt a longing for the boy deep in her cunt.
She had fond memories of his father's big cock and the marvelous way he used it. She suspected that her son had inherited those attributes.
Ann had planned to take a bath, but now there was something else she wanted to do, too. Her pussy had that empty, tickling feeling that could only be remedied by masturbation. No doubt, thinking about her son peeking in her window had something to do with her need. She ignored that possibility though. Rather, she thought about
Jim, the man she'd been going out with for the last few years.
Ann rushed into the bathroom. Standing before the mirror, she gazed at her face. She knew that she was still beautiful at thirty-four. Her features were pert and neat. She had a small, well-shaped mouth, straight, narrow nose, and deep-blue eyes that could look into a person's soul. Billy obviously got his good looks from her. >
Dropping her gaze, she opened her robe and watched her tits appear. As her nipples gathered into tight knots, she dropped the robe to the floor behind her. Her body began to sprout goosebumps as it always did when she was horny. When she bent over to turn on the water, her pussy stuck out behind her, opening slightly. Because her cunt was well juiced, the air in the bathroom felt cool on the exposed interior.
Although the bathroom began to steam up, Ann shivered in a fit of passion. She reached for her tits. Taking them into a tight caress, she moved those soft jugs around on her chest, then dropped them into place to feel them jostle and quiver. Her hands then moved over the rest of her body, smoothing down the goosebumps and filling her with increasing lust.
One hand slid down her belly, over her belly button, and into her pubic curls. The other moved around her waist and over a full, round asscheek.
She grabbed a handful of ass and her plump, hairy cunt. Hot juice was squeezed into her palm from the tender lips of that slot.
Ann tried to concentrate on her boy friend, Jim. But she found that Billy kept creeping into her horny thoughts. Without wondering why her son was on her mind, she pushed his image away and dragged Jim's back into focus. As she curled her middle finger into the folds of her wet pussy, she imagined it was Jim's finger, just as she imagined that the hand gripping her ass was his.
By the time her breath was speeding up with desperation, and currents of sexual joy were running through her, the tub was full. Ann turned off the water and stepped into the tub.
Lowering herself slowly into the hot water, she gasped as it touched, then surrounded, her crotch. When she was seated comfortably in the tub, the water was lapping her cunt like a liquid tongue, mingling with her juice.
She wrapped her hand around her cunt mound once again and inserted a finger. Jerking off under hot bath water was one of Ann's favorite pastimes. She was always able to have terrific orgasms as the water helped her fingers massage her sensitive pussy.
Sliding down in the tub, Ann immersed her tits so the water would float them. That felt as good as skillfull hands massaging them. Then she began moving her fingers in the familiar ritual of masturbation. While sliding two fingers up her tight channel, she brushed her thumb over the puckered flesh surrounding her clit. Going slowly and gently at first, she increased the massage as her excitement mounted.
For a while, she merely moved her fingers, but soon her whole arm moved, slapping the water with a soothing sound. She entered the realm of ecstasy. Her whole body rocked back and forth in the foaming water. Her free hand rose to one of her tits, grabbed it, and pushed it up toward her mouth which was open and waiting to meet her erect nipple. She lifted her head so she could reach the tit with her outstretched tongue. Then, lowering her head a little farther, she sucked the whole nipple into her mouth.
In that weird position, Ann felt her orgasm blooming in her belly. Her fingers worked harder and her mouth sucked more hungrily as the bubble of ecstasy within her grew to the point of. bursting. Water began leaping out of the tub and onto the floor as her body jerked and her legs kicked. The tit in her mouth muffled her moans,
"M-m-m-m-m-m-m," she hummed as she felt the bubble of her pleasure pop, releasing the rapture of her climax.
As usual when she jerked off in the tub, the pleasure raged for what seemed like hours. She kept her fingers reaching high up her cunt-tube, wiggling and squirming. Her thumb rubbed her stiff clit with a rapid rhythm.
When she finally stopped her wild gyrations, her body tingled with the effect of prolonged joy. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift, imagining that she was floating in a sez of hot jism.
She recovered her strength sufficiently to continue her bath, and thought again of her son. She had to face the fact that he had peeked in her window, and she wondered what else his horniness would lead him to. Would she have to be on guard for his prying eyes from then on?
Ann didn't know what would happen or how she would deal with it even though thinking about the situation was making her cunt juice up again. One thing she wouldn't do, though, was admit her longing for the boy-at least not yet.