He was very immature anyway and it got so that all we did was fuck and never did anything else together. It was probably all for the best because we didn't have all that much in common except for screwing.
Not that I didn't like the screwing, I did! But you know how it is when you are young and horny, all you want to do is fuck and we certainly did do a lot of that.
By the time summer came I was out of boyfriends!
I used to let Bill fuck my pussy then because I liked him a lot but the problem was that with Alice and me both screwing him he was plumb wore out all the time. I knew about her but she didn't know that I was fucking him too.
What Bill didn't know because I never told him was that I was also screwing his dad when he was out with the truck making service calls and his dad would flip the little sign over and then we would go into the back room and fuck. There wasn't a bed or anything so I would just pull my panties down and put my arms on one of the work benches and Mr. Johnson would stick his cock in from behind and we'd fuck like that.
Come to think of it, we never did screw face to face! He was a great one for sliding his cock up and down my ass while I bent over the bench wiggling all over then his cock would slide down a little bit and usually slip right in all the way up to the hair on his stomach.
It usually only took a few minutes if I sucked his cock for him first and I would be hot and so would he and he would just slip his cock in and we'd be fucking like crazy for a few minutes and he would start shooting my pussy full of cum. He didn't ever last all that long but he made up for it in the amount of cum he pumped into me. He was a real fountain!
I mean when I sucked his cock for him and he started to cum in my mouth I would just relax my lips and feel him spurt great big spurts time after time. Even when he was done cumming his cock would drip out these little strings of cum that was almost clear as water!
I was walking around the shop all the time with sopping wet panties! It was either my cum that made them wet before I got fucked or their cum leaking out after. It got so that I didn't know what dry panties even felt like!
One of the things then, and now of course that always turned me on was the thought of watching someone else fuck.
I still watched though in the closet when my mom would get fucked and rub my pussy. One time I came home and found them on the couch naked and her sucking this guy off right in our living room I just sat down in a chair in the living room about five feet away and watched them.
I didn't play with my pussy in front of him but as soon as he'd cum in her mouth and he got dressed and left my mother and I had another big fight. I told her that I didn't like to come home and find her sucking some man's cock in my living room and she said that it was her living room and she would suck and fuck whoever she wanted to and when I decided that I didn't like it either I didn't have to watch or else I could move on out!
Well, I got so mad that I just blurted out that if I wanted to watch her fuck someone I didn't have to stay in the living room I could go and look in my closet!
It didn't take long for her to march into my room and look and find the holes. Anyway, my mother started laughing then until she had tears in her eyes.
"Honey, you little vixen. You've been watching me right along haven't you?"
"Yes."
"Well I hope you learned something! I have always loved watching someone make love and now I find that my daughter has inherited my voyeur's love too."
Well, before the night was over we talked for hours and shared all kinds of things. She told me about how I really hadn't been helping around the house and keeping my room clean and that I was now a woman and I had a mature woman's responsibilities and I should act more grown up.
It was one of the greatest nights of my life and I think I was closer to my mother that night than ever before. She asked me if I were a virgin and I told her. She didn't pry at all but she did treat me like an adult about it and said that sex was one of the healthiest and best forms of play and love combined and that even if love wasn't there that the sex was great!
She started laughing about the tiny holes that I had made with the icepick so long ago and said that I would ruin my eyes using them.
"What did you want me to do, put in a picture window?" I giggled at her.
"Hmmm, not a bad idea. Tomorrow morning we see about that!"
Well, the next morning we had breakfast and then my mother and I looked at the closet and then went out to the Art Supply on Fifth and got two picture frames with glass and then stopped at the hardware store and told the man that we wanted to cut a hole in the plaster for a passthrough in the kitchen. We didn't tell him it was really a window to watch people fucking. He sold us a knife and some spackling stuff and we bought us some screws and hinges and other hardware too.
It didn't take us long to get home and get the stuff we bought into the bedroom.
We took the clothes out of both closets and put them on the bed and then cut a hole right through the closet wall just a little smaller than the pictures we'd bought. We screwed the hinges on the frames to the wall after filling up the crack with the spackling stuff.
When we were done there was a picture frame on the back wall of each closet! But no picture.
Each picture frame was hinged and there was a black piece of cardboard inside the wall. If you looked at the frame and the glass it looked like a mirror but when either frame was swung out on the hinge you could see clearly through the other glass into the other bedroom from either side.
It looked perfect!
We couldn't wait to try it out.
"Honey, if I bring a man home tonight would you watch us and then tell me tomorrow what you saw that you liked?"
"Sure. That makes me excited to think about it. Why don't you just invite Uncle Mark over for the night? I'd like that."
My mother laughed. "OK Honey, I'll call him. I suppose you would like to join us?"
"Mother! He's my uncle!" I was indignant.
"Not really Honey. Your father and uncle Mark are step brothers. You see, your grandfather was married twice and his first wife was married before and had Mark. You see there is actually no relationship between the two of you, or between me and him either. I used to go with Mark before I met and married your father."
"I never knew that."
"That is why I am telling you know. In case you should ever get a case of hot pants you know now that he's not really your real uncle."
"Maybe someday, but not tonight. Tonight I just want to watch and then tell you tomorrow what I liked that I saw."
Well, we laughed a lot and had a good time and my mother told me that since we were now such good friends that I should start calling her Cindy like her friends did, and not mother anymore.
It is hard to change thinking about a name, but from then on I always did call my mother Cindy.
13
Well I had to go to work and I drove the car over there thinking about all the looking I was going to do that night and when I got to the shop my panties were already soaking just from thinking. Isn't it amazing how excited you can get just thinking about sex? I mean like right now, here I am typing this and here you are reading this and I bet we are both excited, right? And it sure feels good doesn't it!!
I worked until nine that night and then hurried home. The house lights were all on so they were both still up and I knew mom was waiting for me to get home before she started. While I was driving home I was thinking about Mark and now I didn't think about him as my uncle anymore but just as a good friend. It took a different way of thinking but at the same time I was getting horny and hot thinking about how someday I was going to fuck him.
Anyway, I was also thinking about teasing him now that I knew that he wasn't really my uncle so when I came in and said hello to them I asked mom if I could talk to her for a minute. We went to my room and I told her that if they would just wait for a few minutes that I wanted to come out in my nightie and say goodnight to them and that I wanted to see if Mark would look at me like a woman instead of a child.