Chapter 2
Ron heard his mother come into the house and go into the bathroom, then he heard her leave with Polly, the babysitter. Now he was alone in the house and it felt good. His mother would be home in a few minutes, he knew, and he would hear her getting ready for bed. It always made Ron horny to listen to his mother opening and closing drawers, and going into the bathroom.
He knew, from his explorations, where she kept all her clothes, and when he listened to her undress, he could picture her taking off her clothes and putting on that long, silky nightgown that he had tried on himself a few times. Sometimes he would grab his cock under the covers, and slowly pump it until he shot his huge load into his palm, all the while imagining that he was holding her magnificent tits and poking his prick into her furry muff.
As he lay there waiting for her to come back, his prick grew hard and long. Suddenly, his mind raced to think of something before she got back.
He jumped out of bed, and with his stiff prick bobbing in front of him, he went into the hallway. His mother's room was across the hall from his, next to the bathroom. If he left his door slightly opened, he could see her go from her room to the bathroom.
Ron experimented with peeping through the gap of his slightly-ajar door. He could see into the bathroom a bit, but she always closed the door. Then he realized that there was the roof of the porch outside both his mother's room and the bathroom. He could climb out onto that roof, and be able to peek into his mother's room and the bathroom too. His heart pounded as he realized that he had a chance to do something really exciting.
He went into the bathroom and opened the window. His mother would be home any second, so he would have to work fast. He put on his jeans and a jersey. His prick-head bulged like it was about to burst.
He hopped into bed in his clothes, and waited for his Mom to come back. He didn't have to wait long. He heard her drive up, come into the house and up the stairs. His mother opened his door and looked in. Then the door closed and it was time for action.
He went to the door of his room and listened. He heard the familiar sounds of his mother in her room. He opened the door and slipped out. He tip-toed into the bathroom. He climbed out the window carefully. Every move he made, made some noise, and he was worried that he would be found out. When he was on the roof of the porch, he peered into his mother's bedroom. It took a second or two to focus his eyes, but when he did, he found that he had a perfect view, and there was his mother, bending over an opened drawer. She still had her clothes on. He looked at his mother's face, and realized for the first time how beautiful she was. Her long blonde hair looked like spun gold. She looked like a movie star.
Jan pulled a folded garment from the drawer and held it up. It was a white, sheer nightgown. She laid it on her bed and reached for the top buttons of her blouse.
Ron held his breath. Jan began unbuttoning and her tits came into view. He saw the smooth valley between her tits. When the blouse was unbuttoned, she pulled it out of her slacks and off her shoulders. Her tits were suddenly in plain view, and Ron couldn't believe that he was actually seeing them.
He stared at the twin globes as they stood out toward him. They were very firm-looking. The nipples were soft and huge. Ron imagined how those tits would feel if he could press his face to them. He knew that his mother went out with guys once in a while, and he suspected that she let them play with her tits, but it seemed too good to be true that anyone actually got to play with those prizes.
Jan unfastened her belt. She pulled down her pants. When she stood up, she was dressed only in her bikini panties, and Ron stared at the dark triangle that could be seen through the thin material of her undies.
Jan turned her back on her son and walked to the closest. As she hung her pants up, Ron feasted his eyes on her ass. The crack could also be seen through the garment, and Ron was gasping with passion. His prick was throbbing painfully in his jeans as he clutched the window sill. His mother turned towards him again and picked up the blouse that she had laid on the bed. Her tits moved with a weighty sway, and Ron's tongue hung out with hunger for those luscious boobs.
After Jan hung up her blouse, she took her robe from the closet and put it on. She was going to the bathroom, Ron knew, and he was at that other window before she even got there. He saw her come through the door and close it behind her.
Jan took off her robe and displayed her body to her son again. There was a full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, and Ron had a double view of her. As she put on her shower cap, and took a few bottles out of the medicine chest and -lined them up on the rim of the tub, she gave her son some interesting shot of her body. When she bent over to turn on the water in the tub, Ron could see her hairy cunt. The sight almost knocked the wind out of him.
While the water was still flowing, Jan stepped into the tub. When she sat down, Ron lost his view of her cunt. He was very disappointed, but he could still see her tits, and that was pretty spectacular. Jan leaned back in the tub.
Her knees appeared over the rim of the tub. Her thighs were spread and she seemed to be looking down at her pussy. Ron saw his mother's hands near her cunt. He was going wild out there.
It seemed to Ron that the expression on his mom's face was showing too much pleasure to be accounted for by bathing. But what could ... The thought hit him like a hammer, and he couldn't believe it. But then he saw her right arm begin to move in a rhythmic, back and forth motion. She was jerking off right in front of him!
Ron pulled down his fly and fished his cock out. He could hardly breathe. Who would have thought that this woman spent her nights doing exactly the thing that he did so often in his bed while dreaming of the cute girls with big tits in the neighborhood? And who would have thought that he would ever get a chance to watcher her at it?
Her arm was moving faster, and now her body was moving too. Ron would have given anything if he could have looked into the tub and watched her finger-fuck.
His fist wrapped around his prick and immediately sent a shudder of passion through him. He'd jerked off thousands of times, but this was going to be different. He had heard from older guys that chicks could come just like a guy, and now Ron was going to find out. He knew that when he jerked off, the pleasure would mount until he was in ecstasy and the gism spurted from his prick. If someone were watching him, they wouldn't have any trouble recognizing the moment of climax, even if they couldn't see his cock.
He watched for signs that his mother was coming. He slipped the loose skin over his cock, back and forth as usual, but this time he went slowly so he could come at the same moment as his mother. He was so excited that he was well on his way to the point of shooting a lot sooner than normally, and he had to let go of his twitching prick to prevent himself from coming while his mom was still on her way.
It wasn't easy to stop pumping while he was in such a state of aggravated lust, and he could feel the gism boiling inside his balls like a pressure cooker. He knew that when he grabbed his dong again he could make it overflow with one or two good jerks and it would be a great orgasm. But he was going to wait for his mother.
Jan was showing signs of coming now. Her arm was pumping like it did when she washed the windows, and her face was radiant with pleasure and her features were distorted. He could hear water splashing around in the tub and her knees were shaking.
Ron gripped the windowsill to keep his hands off his prick which was now bucking convulsively. A glistening drop of cream stood at the end of it as he continued to deny himself release.
Ron trembled with stopped-up ecstasy and his body tensed, but he refused to touch his cock even though he was afraid he might come anyhow, and that it would be a bad orgasm.
He stared with amazement as his mother. Her arm was moving even faster. If only he could be rubbing her cunt, he thought. A sound came to Ron's ears, and at first he didn't know what it was. It sounded like someone was in agony and he was afraid that he was going to get caught out there if his mother heard it too. Then he realized that it was her.
Somehow, the fact that she was making that sound was the most exciting thing about the whole wild experience. He wished he could feel what she must have been feeling at that moment.
Ron saw his mother turn into a wild bitch in heat. She was having an orgasm that he could only dream about. He grabbed his cock and pumped it.
His brain seemed to explode, but he forced himself to keep his eyes open so he wouldn't miss a second of the spectacular display in the bathtub. Jan was rubbing her cunt and shaking in a fit of passion, and the boy was equally crazed. His sperm flew from his prick and hit the side of the house with a splat.
Both of them were hitting the heights of lust, but Ron had the advantage of an unforgettable visual turn-on. As his mother came to a stop in the tub, he eased up on his stroking. His cock stayed hard though as he watched her pick up a bar of soap and lather her tits.
Jan stood up with a body covered with suds. She turned on the shower and rinsed off. Her son was pumping his prick again as the lather ran down her skin, revealing her body to him again. His gism merely drooled the second time, but considering that it had only been a few minutes since his most powerful climax it still felt pretty good.
Jan put her robe on and went into the bedroom. Then he watched until she changed into her nightgown and got into bed.
When the light finally went out, Ron sighed and thought about what he had seen. It had been the greatest thing that had ever happened to him, no doubt about that, but he needed more. After all, he couldn't spend every evening of his life out there on the roof.
His prick ached from being stretched and flogged so violently, and it was still stiff with the memory of the sights he'd witnessed. Even though he'd only been an observer and was still a virgin, his mind had been expanded and enlightened on the subject of female anatomy and self-abuse.
It was a beautiful night, and Ron could see several lighted windows from where he sat. He surveyed them to see if anyone could be seen undressing or cavorting without clothes on. Every window seemed to be blocked by a shade, and he could only imagine what was going on in his neighbors' homes.
He wondered if there might be some lonely chick who was as horny as he. It seemed that there must be a girl somewhere who would welcome him into her bed; but who and where was she? Out there in the dark, Ron felt as if he would never fuck a girl.
Suddenly, he wanted to go down to where his mother's car was parked. Ron held on to the edge of the roof, then he dropped to the ground and landed on his ass. He got up and went over to the Jag.
As he walked around the sleek machine, he thought that it looked a little like a prick, and he imagined it speeding up a pussy. His cock was hard, and suddenly he wanted to whack off again. He opened his pants, pulled them down and slid into the car. The leather seat felt great on his bare ass, and he thought of his mother's ass resting on that seat.
His prick hurt slightly when he wrapped his hand around it, but he began sliding the loose skin up and down anyhow. With the image of his mother sitting in that tub jerking off, it wasn't hard for him to work himself up into a frenzy. His balls were resting on the soft, brown leather, and with every stroke of his hand they lifted and bounced.
With his thoughts full of pictures of his naked mother, Ron felt his passion overflow again. When he came down from that last orgasm, his hand was wet with thick cream. He was surprised that he had spilled as much of the stuff after all the shooting he'd done that evening.
He sat in the car with his cock in his hand for a long time. When he finally climbed out, he was stiff and very tired. It had been a long, hard night and his bed would feel so good.