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At Mothers Window Againhttps://up0.xhcdn.com/000/080/893/231_1000.jpgWe were horny young guys just past the cusp of puberty. It was summerholidays and we were allowed to stay out far past the falling of darkness.It was the late forties and k**s were safe in the streets, even in aworking class neighborhood like ours. Women on our street all stayed home keeping house and raising theirbroods while their husbands worked twelve-hour days to make a living. Theheat of July baked the houses during the day and kept the screened windowswide open all night to attract the slightest breeze.Throughout the hot months, the young wives wore shorts, modest haltersand colorful bandannas that kept the hair up off their necks. We were atan age where we knew which halters held the nicest tits and which shortswere snug enough to make us giddy. They were in the houses that we cameback to each night, prowling quietly out of sight near the lightedwindows. Occasionally, we would catch a glimpse of someone we admiredgetting into the bath. Usually, it didn¹t matter who we saw. The thrillwas in spying on someone naked, violating their privacy without themknowing. After, we¹d nearly bust a gut trying to suppress our laughter atbeing so bold and outrageous.By 10.30 the younger crowd was off the streets and the older guys hungout beneath the street lights. They smoked and talked quietly while themoths buzzed around the bare bulb. They were a lot tougher than us and wetreated them with great deference. Envious of their privileges, andanxious to prove ourselves, we emulated everything about them. One night, when the air was particularly muggy, I lay awake on top ofthe oppressive blankets and listened to the sounds of the summer night.From far down on the road I could hear the muted voices of Tom Dory andhis friends swapping lies and trading laughs as they did most every night.I wanted badly to be old enough to join them but I knew they didn¹t giveme the time of day. The window sill brought me a little closer to thevoices and I strained to hear what was being said. Since I wouldn¹t bewelcome in the group, eavesdropping seemed to offer the next best thing.The screen was loose and the urge to sneak up on them proved overwhelming.Beneath my bare feet the dew soaked lawn felt foreign and exoticlicking between my toes. I crept to the corner of the house and peereddown onto the street below. The rendezvous was empty and the voices gone.Then, from the back of our garage, there was a muffled sound like someonestumbling followed by the hiss of hushing as others cautioned for silence.Terrified, I crouched near the stoop where my mother stood to hang out theclothes. Four shadowy figures made their way over to near where I was hidden.Tom Dory was the only one I recognized. The others listened as he toldthem where the window was. He had obviously been there before and I wasstunned to realize they were there to spy on my mother. Tom bragged abouthow much he had seen of her, describing her body in graphic detail. Heknew her habits better than I did. When he began to tell them how he¹d watched her playing with herself I knew that I should rise anddefend her honor, but I didn¹t. Instead, I listened to his descriptionand got hard. The moment Ankara escort they disappeared around the corner of the house I popped outfrom under the stoop and went around the other way. There was a shed nearher bedroom window and a place where I could watch unseen. Tom and his friends werealready buried in the shadows near the window and had no idea I was eventhere. What surprised me was that the blind was wide open just as Tom had saidit would be. The light on the bedside table filled the room with light. Mymother was propped up with pillows reading a book and sipping from a glassof soda. She was wearing lipstick and I could see that her cheeks werelightly rouged. That struck me as strange because she hadn¹t been wearingmakeup when I had said goodnight. As if on cue, she suddenly marked her page and put her book down. Shetook a long pull at her soft drink and got up off the bed. In spite of theheat, she had changed out of her shorts and was wearing a dress. The buttons down the back were hard to reach and her breasts pressedout against the material as she reached back to undo them. From where shewas standing at the bottom of the bed, it was less than ten feet to whereTom and his friends were watching. She faced the window squarely.The thin straps of the summer dress slipped down her arms letting thebodice fall away . There was no bra to delay her tits from tumbling intoview. Not overly large, but well shaped, they were crowned with brownishnipples that swelled out like plump acorns. She gathered the skirt in her hands and inched it up until it was aboveher waist. As if uncertain what to do next, she strolled back and forth infront of the window affording an unobstructed view of her prancing assclad only in sexy underwear. The pale skin above her stockings made theblack silk panties seem even darker. Garters stretched out of the legholes and held the stockings up. Wisps of cunt hair poked out of the sameholes, in a preview of what was to come.She sat down to take the dress off. Her legs angled off the end of thebed and stretched toward the window. The edge of the mattress propped upher behind. The panties stretched tight across her flat stomach and herbreasts jiggled like rounded scoops of jello. Her thighs rolled apart andher panties molded tightly against her mound outlining every detail inblack silk. She was moist and the shiny fabric clung to every contour. Sheran her finger along the rift pushing the material inside until the lipswere clearly embossed in the underwear. Only then did she inch them downunveiling an unruly auburn thatch that grew copiously on the swell of hermound. I had seen it before when she changed into a bathing suit in thefamily car but that was only a glimpse. This time she was purposelyposed, happily displaying her treasure for all to see.Around the opening, the hair was already drenched and lay flat. Thelips stood out prominently and glistened with her lubricant. The vulvaappeared slack and retreating, letting the inner lips pout like a blossomready to burst. Her fingers brushed along the petals urging them to part.She found her clit floating in a sea of juice and moved it back and forthwith her fingertip. Her hips pulsed Ankara escort bayan to the rhythm of her finger. I couldhave sworn that she was looking right at Tom and his friends as she gazedout the window. She even smiled as she repeatedly touched the tip of herfinger to her tongue, sensuously transferring the moisture to her clit.From where they watched every fold of moist pink flesh was visible tothem.A noise from the street stopped her momentarily while she listened. Itwas my father coming home. Quickly she stripped off the stockings andgarter belt and pushed them under the bed with the dress. She lay back onthe pillows and focused on her book. As an afterthought, she got up and lowered the blind two thirds beforereturning to the bed. He seemed quite pleased to find her naked. She was affectionate andcooperative when he touched her. They made love on top of the covers andwe watched and listened to her writhe on his cock and pant like she couldn¹t get her breath. She cametwice in rapid succession, throwing her cunt against him and begging himto fuck her¹. When he laid his head on the pillow she straddled him facing his feetand looking toward the window. Knees splayed wide, she nestled her pussyonto his waiting mouth. She had a feline quality about her as shecontentedly rocked her genitals against his dancing tongue. There was alook of ecstasy on her face and she smiled and winked knowingly at thewindow. We couldn¹t hear what he said but she smiled again and lowered herhead to attend his neglected prick. It was like a gourmet feast the way she bathed it with her tongue,nibbling hungrily at the head and slurping noisily along the stalk. Hisballs looked like kiwi fruit in the palm of her graceful hand. She lickedthem unhurriedly, wantonly grinding her pelvis in a prelude to yet anotherorgasm. Her tongue criss crossed the plum shaped head of his cock makingit twitch in anticipation. With ovalled lips she captured it, hollowingher cheeks and drawing hard, stroking the shaft with tantalizing fingers.Each time her head dipped, she took more of him into her mouth until herlips brushed his pubic hair on every downward plunge. I was amazed at howmuch cock should could actually take in her mouth. His hands had left herthighs and now framed the sides of her face. With powerful strokes hearched up to meet the descending slide of her ravenous mouth. Every musclein his body tensed. A deep groan announced his climax. Her indented cheekspuffed outwards and she dutifully swallowed his come. He was exhausted, but she wasn¹t ready to quit. She held his torturedcock in her hands and watched it shrink like a demon conquered. Her assstill moved over his face demanding to be licked. The tip of her tongueplucked the last drop of semen from its tiny opening and spread itsensuously on her smiling lips. She was coming again almost instantly.A few nights later, my Dad caught Tommy Dory peeking in her window.There was hell to pay and the whole street knew about it. Few could resista few snickering jokes about Œpeeping Tom¹. But, aside from Tommy¹sdisgrace, the main message in the neighborhood was that my mother didn¹tpull her blinds. Curfew came earlier for the rest of the summer, Escort Ankara and even the older guysdidn¹t congRayate beneath the streetlight any more. The loose screen on mybedroom window got a workout almost every night. I prowled theneighborhood shadows with my friends until the last light was extinguished. Whereas before there had been only theoccasional titillatingsight, now there were a few more blinds carelessly agape. We found afavourite on a neighboring street and watched almost nightly as sheentertained men in her bedroom. Her husband was a cop and worked nightswalking a beat downtown. Our house was the last one at the end the road, up on a bit of a hilland backing on to a maple wood lot. Coming home from our nightlyexcursions, we always approached by one of the many paths through thetrees. My mother¹s blinds were always open and quite often there would besomeone there watching. One muggy night we were already there behind theshed when two shadowy figures crept along the side of the house. Theynestled back against the bushes close to where we were hidden. In the dimreflected light from the window we could clearly see that it was Ray andMuriel, Tommy¹s mother and dad. Inside the house, my mother was trying onclothes. She wore no underwear and wriggling into the garments let hermove her tits and ass in a very provocative way. Ray and Muriel stoodnestled together like spoons with him wrapping her in his arms frombehind. She wore the shorts and halter that was de riguer for such sultrynights and Ray wasted no time in baring her trembling tits. She was biggerthere than my mom and I heard her whisper that fact to her husband. Ray¹s hand was already in the front of her shorts and she hadto undo the button to keep it from popping. Her own hand had found thestiff cylinder in Ray¹s pants and they frigged each other while watchingmy mother sway naked in front of her mirror. They were close enough to usthat we could smell Muriel¹s musk as Ray pulled down her shorts. We wereenthralled to hear the lubricious click of his fingers as they slid in andout of her. The scene through the window had moved to the bed and my mother¹sfingers stroked sensuously between her legs. Muriel¹s panties lay on thegrass and Ray had replaced his fingers with the real thing. Muriel talkeddirtier as she got more excited. She marveled at the thick hair on mymother¹s cunt and we grinned to hear her say the word so clearly. Thenotion of sucking my mother¹s pussy was whispered to her by Ray and shealmost swooned at the thought. On the bed my mother was coming again andher belly convulsed with self adulating pleasure. It was too much for Rayand Muriel and they came right along with her.Behind the shed we held our breath and squeezed our pricks, terrifiedthat discovery after what we had seen would be calamitous. That night, wasenough to cause weak eyes, warts and hairy palms, if ever it was going tohappen. Our imaginations filled in the blanks and let us conjure thoughtsof Muriel¹s mouth licking between my mother¹s legs. We¹d heard her sayshe¹d do it, wanted it, even craved it. Each time we saw her in church dressed in Sunday best and ovalling herlips to sing, we thought of her rounded ass pumping against Ray. The imageof her getting frigged and fucked, lusting for the taste of anotherwoman¹s cunt, gave substance to our pubescent fantasies. My mother neverdid learn to pull the blinds, but then I never thought she would. Hergreatest joy was being watched from the darkness and not knowing who washidden out there.

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