Chapter 3
When Ann arrived at home she found Billy and Karen in the living room sipping Cokes.
"Hi, Mom," Billy said.
"Hello, Ann," Karen said. "Is my father here?"
"No," Ann said. "I took a cab home. Your father and I had a little tiff, and I came home alone."
Now Ann was beginning to feel bad about what had happened. But she felt bad because of what would happen to Karen's and Billy's budding affair. She felt less bad about her and Jim. If he was such a hard-ass, she didn't want to continue going with him anyhow.
"Gee, I guess I'll take a bus home then," Karen said.
"That's not necessary," Ann said. "I'll drive you home."
But then the door bell rang. It was Jim.
"I've just come to pick up Karen," he said sternly when Ann answered the door.
Karen went to the door. But before leaving, she looked back at Billy and Ann with a worried expression. Then her father led her away without another word.
"Gee, Mom," Billy said. "I hope you and Jim make up."
"Well, I'm not sure I want to," Ann said. "But I'm afraid that our fight might interfere with you and Karen. And that would be too bad."
Ever since Ann had walked into the house there had been a feeling of embarrassment among the three of them. After all, the last time they had been together was in the garage when Ann stumbled onto Billy and Karen in their youthful play.
Now Billy was worried that the hand job he'd gotten from Karen had something to do with the trouble between Ann and Jim. He wanted to ask his mother what happened, but he didn't dare mention it.
But Ann could feel the curiosity that her son felt.
"I'm afraid this is all my fault," Ann said. "I told Jim what you kids were doing in the garage before."
It hadn't been easy for Ann to say that. But she was glad she had. Billy had a right to know. And Ann found that she was getting a strange thrill from talking about it.
"I should have known better," Ann continued. "Jim is awfully strict about these things."
Billy didn't say anything. He merely stared at his mother with a red face and open mouth.
"But you know I don't think like Jim does," Ann said to Billy. "I know it's difficult to be a teenager. And I don't think anything you do with girls is wrong."
As she spoke, Ann walked up to Billy and put a hand on his shoulder. By now, Ann was feeling a hot flash of excitement. She remembered again how Billy looked as he came in Karen's hand.
"I hope this doesn't come between you and Karen," Ann said. "But Jim told me he doesn't want you and Karen to see each other again."
Ann saw a look of pain and disappointment move across Billy's face. But he still didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry," Ann said again. "If there's anything I can do..."
"It's not your fault, Mom," Billy said gallantly.
"And even if Jim won't let you see Karen, she can come over any time she likes. I'm not going to let Jim tell me who my son can see."
Billy smiled slightly. But Ann could see that he wasn't happy. The boy told his mother not to worry about it. Then he went to his room.
Ann watched her son walk out of the room. She felt bad, but that wasn't all she felt. She could hardly believe it, but she was hotter and more excited than she'd been when Jim sank his tongue into her cunt.
Ann was confused. Why was she so passionate now when things were falling apart all around her?
She knew it had something to do with her son. After all, she would never get the picture of Billy's face in the grip of his orgasm out of her mind. And telling him about her fighting with Jim about his reaction to his daughter's behavior had excited her.
Ann was going to have to relieve her horniness in the same way she relieved it whenever Jim wasn't around. She went to her room holding her hand on the crotch of her slacks.
But when she passed Billy's bedroom door, she paused. There was something that held her there outside his door. It was as though she was held by a sort of magnetism.
Ann stood perfectly still and listened. She didn't know what she expected to hear. But she obeyed her instincts.
And she was rewarded. Coming from behind that closed door were the sounds of Billy's mattress. And there could be no doubt that the sounds were being generated by the boy's bouncing body as he jerked off.
Ann thought about her son's solitary habits. After all, she'd often found the evidence of his masturbation on his bed sheet. And she knew how horny teenage boys were.
But now that she knew that her son was exercising his prick at that moment, a wave of excitement passed through her.
Ann pressed her cunt more firmly with her fingers. That unmistakable feeling of kinky joy glowed there. She was dying to get into the privacy of her room where she could strip and massage her soaking twat. But something was still holding her to that spot.
Then Ann looked down and noticed light pouring through the keyhole. A spasm of excitement ran through her as she thought of the possibilities that tiny keyhole offered.
Although she never had thought of it before, Ann found herself sinking to her knees. She put her eye to the keyhole.
Her heart sank when she realized that she didn't have a view of her son on his bed. But she did see that his window was opened and the shade was up.
But would she have the nerve to go outside and peek through the window. Someone might see her, including Billy. But she was beyond worrying about that. She was no longer in control of herself.
Ann rose on her trembling legs. Then she headed to the backyard and Billy's window.
Ann wondered why her son felt like jerking off after hearing the bad news about Karen and Jim. But she couldn't concern herself with that now. All she could think of was seeing her son jerking off.
As she approached Billy's window, Ann was in a state of extreme lust. She couldn't remember ever being so excited. She pretended to be examining the maces on the bush outside the window. But her eyes were already straining to see into the dim light of the window.
As Ann got closer, she began to be able to make out the interior of Billy's room. And before long, she could see her son lying on his bed.
Ann moved even closer. As her eyes adjusted, she could make out more of the scene.
Billy was lying on his back. In one hand he held a magazine. And in the other, Ann could see his stiff prick. His hand was moving steadily up and down the long prick he held.
Ann thought she felt the earth beneath her feet quaking but she knew it was only her lust.
She looked around quickly to see if any of the neighbors might be watching. When she was sure they weren't, she leaned into the bushes and unfastened her slacks.
With her eyes glued to her son's prick wrapped in his fist, Ann slipped her hand into her slacks. When she grabbed her cunt she let out a slight gasp. But it wasn't loud enough for Billy to hear. Besides, he was so busy he probably wouldn't have heard her if she screamed.
The more Ann gazed into the window, the more she was able to see. Now she could discern her son's balls lying in the valley between his legs. Ant the fat knob of his cock could be clearly seen above his pumping fist.
Ann gave her wet cunt a squeeze. She gasped with pleasure. Then she sent her slender middle finger up her twat. Leaning closer to the bushes to hide her masturbation from any prying eyes, she began stirring her honey pot with vigorous movements of her finger.
Ann couldn't remember seeing anything as exciting as her son jerking off. And she'd seen some pretty kinky things in her day.
She wanted to come at the same time as Billy's gism erupted. Judging by the boy's movements on the bed, that wouldn't be long. His hand was moving faster. Even his balls were hopping now.
Ann pressed her palm over the stiff little kernel of her clit as she moved her finger in and out of her juicy tunnel. She tried to time her finger-thrusts with the rhythm of Billy's fist. She couldn't help imagining that beautiful, young prick lunging into her cunt.
As her climax neared, Ann brought her free hand to her mouth and bit down on it. It wouldn't do to have her cries of lust sounding through the open window, not to mention the neighborhood. Billy's face was taking on that same expression. Ann had seen in the garage when Karen was jerking him off. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Except maybe for his big, powerful prick.
"Uhhhhh," Billy moaned as he arched his back.
Ann bit down harder on her hand. She was about to come too. And the sight in that window was going to make it an orgasm to remember.
The lilac bush rustled and shook as Ann gyrated among its branches. Keeping an eye on the thrilling sight of her son, she hit her climax. But she kept her finger working just as hard as ever until the boy began to slow his fist.
Ann saw a few glints of pearly light leap from the tip of his cock. And she wished she had her mouth poised over it so she could catch those precious bullets of gism.
"Oh, Billy, Billy," Ann whispered.
She'd never felt a stronger lust for any cock. As Billy finished knocking the gobs of gism from his prick, Ann had to restrain herself from climbing in the window if her own orgasm hadn't been waning she probably would have.
But now that her body was once again drained of passion, she let her finger slip from the juicy pit of her cunt. Then she backed out of the lilac bush as quietly as she could.
Ann hurried to the privacy of her own room. But her legs were so wobbly that she was afraid she wasn't going to make it.
When she was finally stretched out on her bed, she knew she had crossed some sort of boundary of perversion. She couldn't deny her attraction for her son. And now that Jim wasn't going to be providing her with fucking, could she resist the boy who lived in the same house?
Before long, Ann was hot enough to give her cunt another workout. This time she used a perfume bottle that was shaped very much like a hard cock. And as she slipped that bottle in and out of her pussy, she pretended that it was the prick that she had just seen her son jerking.