Barbara, deep into her erotic reverie, began to twist back and forth while her finger moved in and out of her cunt. She was making soft sounds, moaning and whimpering. Her cunt was very wet, gripping at her finger. Her breathing started to come in hot gasps as she built her excitement by touching and stroking her slender body.
Bobby was holding his breath, afraid to make a sound, afraid to be caught by his mother. His cock was harder than ever, throbbing inside his pants. He pressed his palm against it and almost came. Jerking his hand away, he braced himself against the door, his eyes glassy as he watched his mother finger fucking herself.
Barbara began to pant heavily, driving her finger in and out of her cunt faster. She bounced her ass up and down, twisting and grinding. Jerking her finger from her pussy, she began patting it with her palm. Moist slapping sounds came to Bobby's ears. Barbara rammed a finger into her twat, thrusting deeply a few times, only to start slapping gently again. As her ass danced about in churning pleasure, she clawed one of her tits out of her dress.
Bobby almost choked with pleasure. He saw the creamy shape of her tit, the swollen nipple, light brown in color. He watched his mother pinch her nipple, then twist at it, pull it, stretching it. All the time she alternated patting her cunt and fucking it with a stiff finger.
Barbara lifted her ass high from the bed, twisting it in a tight circle. She was sobbing now, soft sobs of increasing ecstasy. She drew her knees back toward her tits, running her hand underneath, caressing the revealed roundness of one cheek. Bobby stared at his mother's crotch, seeing not only her hairy, glistening-cunt, but the tight pucker of her asshole. His cock was so big so hard he could hardly stand it.
"Oh! Oh!" Barbara moaned. "Ohhhh! Ahhhh… ooooo!"
Bobby watched his mother rubbing at the tight hole between the cheeks of her ass, then up to her pussy. Barbara plunged two stiff fingers into her cunt, fucked herself frantically; then rubbed at her asshole again. To Bobby it seemed as if his mother couldn't make up her mind where to touch.
Barbara's fingers moved from her asshole to her cunt, alternately. Her uplifted ass was twisting, twirling, and she made hot sobbing sounds. He wasn't sure whether she was in pain or what. He had never seen anything like this in his young life before. All Bobby knew was it excited him, made his cock hard.
He had no idea girls played with themselves like boys. Watching his mother was more exciting than playing with his cock – or even peeking at Cindy when she pissed.
The groans and grunts his mother was making were loud now, and her body was shaking. She was running two fingers in and out of her cunt in a manner that looked painful to Bobby. Her ass lifted higher yet, and Barbara began to make squealing sounds, hissing and gasping. She had the fingers of her other hand around her exposed tit, squeezing it hard, making her long nipple bulge up.
Suddenly, Barbara rammed her fingers deep, holding them there, her ass not moving.
Then she seemed to have a seizure of some kind. Every inch of her body shivered, then trembled. Finally, her body was shaking violently. She made a scream, a soft scream. Her cunt clutched at her buried fingers; the spasms of ecstasy making her mind whirl. Bobby saw his mother's cunt squeezing the fingers like a milking fist. He didn't know what was happening, but someplace in his young mind, he knew that his mother was experiencing the greatest of all pleasures. He knew she was coming.
He was fascinated, he felt frozen to the floor. His eyes were enormous as he watched; his cock very close to gushing in his pants. The feeling was the same as when he jacked off, only better.
As she came, Barbara screamed softly. "Yes, yes! Ohhh, yes!" Her ass gave a final shiver, then lowered to the bed. She left her fingers inside her cunt a while longer. Then, with her eyes still closed, she removed them. Bobby almost made a cry as he saw his mother bring her wet fingers up and her long tongue lick at the wetness. Then Barbara plunged her fingers into her mouth, darting them in and out. She sucked the cunt juices from them, sighing as she lowered her legs, her knees still parted wide.
"Ohhh!" Barbara moaned as she pulled her fingers from her mouth.
She started to sit up, her eyes finally opening. Bobby didn't notice; he was gazing with fascinated pleasure at his mother's hairy cunt.
"Bobby!" Barbara gasped, clamping her knees tight and jerking her dress down.
Bobby yelped, turned, and ran fast.
CHAPTER TWO
After her initial shock wore off, Barbara didn't feel ashamed of what she had done nor of her son watching her. She wondered how long he had been watching. He certainly had been in the doorway long enough to watch her come.
She moved to the dresser, taking a brush and running it through her hair. Her dark eyes were sparkling and her body felt good. She didn't even wonder why she felt guiltless. She felt no shame whatsoever. If her son had watched her finger fuck, there wasn't anything she could do about it. He had seen her, and that was all there was to it.
She grinned at her reflection. She had seen the bulge of his cock, outlined by his pants. Her son had gotten a hard-on watching her. The fact that Bobby had become excited and his cock had turned hard told her she had not shocked him much. His cock would not have been hard if he had not enjoyed watching.
She found her son in the living room, sitting in the lounge chair, leaning back in it. He was staring at the television, but his eyes didn't seem to be seeing anything. She glanced at the front of his pants and saw his cock was still very hard, outlined inside the pants. Her tongue moved across her bottom lip, and she walked past him and into the kitchen.
Bobby watched his mother's back as she went toward the kitchen, his eyes on the swell of her ass cheeks. Although her ass was covered by her dress, he saw it as he had in her room – naked, lifted up, the cheeks spread, the crinkle of her ass, her hairy cunt. He gripped his cock through his pants, squeezing it hard.
As his mother came back into the living room, he jerked his hand away, but Barbara had seen it. She sat on the couch across from him, her eyes on him. Bobby squirmed beneath his mother's steady gaze. He made an attempt to conceal his outlined hard-on but there wasn't anything he could do about it.
Barbara wondered about her son. She knew he could become excited seeing her, knew his cock would get hard. She wondered if he played with his cock, if he could squirt creamy come juice, if he had hair on his balls, if he wanted to fuck, a girl; fuck Cindy, perhaps.
Barbara was not shy. Barbara didn't mince words. She was blunt and straightforward. But she had never been that way with Bobby.
"Does Cindy pee all the time near the fence?" she asked, startling Bobby. For a moment Bobby didn't answer.
Barbara was pleased to see that her son didn't blush nor seem uncomfortable. He nodded.
"How often?"
"Enough."
"Have you ever peeked at her?"
Again Bobby waited a moment before answering. Then he nodded, still not showing embarrassment. Barbara smiled.
"You know what I think, Bobby? I think Cindy does it because she wants you to peek."
"Aw, Mother," Bobby said. "I don't think so. She told me not to peek."
"Then she wants you to," Barbara said. "That's how girls are."
Bobby didn't reply. He tried to watch the television, but all he saw was his mother's naked ass, churning about the bed, her finger stuffed into her cunt, the sounds she made.
Seeing that her son wasn't embarrassed by this talk, Barbara said: "Do you enjoy watching Cindy pee, Bobby?"