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The Light in Motherıs Window
by P. D. Michael
We were horny young guys just past the cusp of puberty. It was summer
holidays and we were allowed to stay out far past the falling of darkness.
It was the late forties and kids were safe in the streets, even in a
working class neighborhood like ours. Women on our street all stayed home
keeping house and raising their broods while their husbands worked
twelve-hour days to make a living.
The heat of July baked the houses during the day and kept the screened
windows wide open all night to attract the slightest breeze. Throughout
the hot months, the young wives wore shorts, modest halters and colorful
bandannas that kept the hair up off their necks. We were at an age where
we knew which halters held the nicest tits and which shorts were snug
enough to make us giddy. They were in the houses that we came back to each
night, prowling quietly out of sight near the lighted windows.
Occasionally, we would catch a glimpse of someone we admired getting into
the bath. Usually, it didnıt matter who we saw. The thrill was in spying
on someone naked, violating their privacy without them knowing. After,
weıd nearly bust a gut trying to suppress our laughter at being so bold
and outrageous.
By 10.30 the younger crowd was off the streets and the older guys hung
out beneath the street lights. They smoked and talked quietly while the
moths buzzed around the bare bulb. They were a lot tougher than us and we
treated them with great deference. Envious of their privileges, and
anxious to prove ourselves, we emulated everything about them.
One night, when the air was particularly muggy, I lay awake on top of
the 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 and
his 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 didnıt give
me the time of day. The window sill brought me a little closer to the
voices and I strained to hear what was being said. Since I wouldnıt be
welcome 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 exotic licking
between my toes. I crept to the corner of the house and peered down 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 someone stumbling
followed by the hiss of hushing as others cautioned for silence.
Terrified, I crouched near the stoop where my mother stood to hang out the
clothes. 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
told them where the window was. He had obviously been there before and I
was stunned to realize they were there to spy on my mother. Tom bragged
about how much he had seen of her, describing her body in graphic detail.
He knew her habits better than I did. When he began to tell them how heıd
watched her playing with herself I knew that I should rise and defend her
honor, but I didnıt. Instead, I listened to his description and got hard.
The moment they disappeared around the corner of the house I popped out
from under the stoop and went around the other way. There was a shed near
her bedroom window and a place where I could watch unseen. Tom and his
friends were already buried in the shadows near the window and had no idea
I was even there.
What surprised me was that the blind was wide open just as Tom had said
it would be. The light on the bedside table filled the room with light. My
mother was propped up with pillows reading a book and sipping from a glass
of soda. She was wearing lipstick and I could see that her cheeks were
lightly rouged. That struck me as strange because she hadnıt been wearing
makeup when I had said goodnight.
As if on cue, she suddenly marked her page and put her book down. She
took a long pull at her soft drink and got up off the bed. In spite of the
heat, she had changed out of her shorts and was wearing a dress. The
buttons down the back were hard to reach and her breasts pressed out
against the material as she reached back to undo them. From where she was
standing at the bottom of the bed, it was less than ten feet to where Tom
and his friends were watching. She faced the window squarely. The thin
straps of the summer dress slipped down her arms letting the bodice fall
away . There was no bra to delay her tits from tumbling into view. Not
overly large, but well shaped, they were crowned with brownish nipples
that swelled out like plump acorns. She gathered the skirt in her hands
and inched it up until it was above her waist. As if uncertain what to do
next, she strolled back and forth in front of the window affording an
unobstructed view of her prancing ass clad only in sexy underwear. The
pale skin above her stockings made the black silk panties seem even
darker. Garters stretched out of the leg holes and held the stockings up.
Wisps of cunt hair poked out of the same holes, in a preview of what was
to come. She sat down to take the dress off. Her legs angled off the end
of the bed and stretched toward the window. The edge of the mattress
propped up her behind. The panties stretched tight across her flat stomach
and her breasts jiggled like rounded scoops of jello. Her thighs rolled
apart and her panties molded tightly against her mound outlining every
detail in black silk. She was moist and the shiny fabric clung to every
contour. She ran her finger along the rift pushing the material inside
until the lips were clearly embossed in the underwear. Only then did she
inch them down, unveiling an unruly auburn thatch that grew copiously on
the swell of her mound. I had seen it before when she changed into a
bathing suit in the family car but that was only a glimpse. This time she
was purposely posed, happily displaying her treasure for all to see.
Around the opening, the hair was already drenched and lay flat. The lips
stood out prominently and glistened with her lubricant. The vulva appeared
slack and retreating, letting the inner lips pout like a blossom ready 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 forth with her
fingertip. Her hips pulsed to the rhythm of her finger.
I could have sworn that she was looking right at Tom and his friends as
she gazed out the window. She even smiled as she repeatedly touched the
tip of her finger to her tongue, sensuously transferring the moisture to
her clit. From where they watched every fold of moist pink flesh was
visible to them.
A noise from the street stopped her momentarily while she listened. It
was my father coming home. Quickly she stripped off the stockings and
garter belt and pushed them under the bed with the dress. She lay back on
the pillows and focused on her book. As an afterthought, she got up and
lowered the blind two thirds before returning to the bed.
He seemed quite pleased to find her naked. She was affectionate and
cooperative when he touched her. They made love on top of the covers and
we watched and listened to her writhe on his cock and pant like she
couldnıt get her breath. She came twice in rapid succession, throwing her
cunt against him and begging him to fuck herı.
When he laid his head on the pillow she straddled him facing his feet
and looking toward the window. Knees splayed wide, she nestled her pussy
onto his waiting mouth. She had a feline quality about her as she
contentedly rocked her genitals against his dancing tongue. There was a
look of ecstasy on her face and she smiled and winked knowingly at the
window. We couldnıt hear what he said but she smiled again and lowered her
head 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. His balls looked like kiwi fruit in the palm of
her graceful hand. She licked them unhurriedly, wantonly grinding her
pelvis in a prelude to yet another orgasm. Her tongue criss crossed the
plum shaped head of his cock making it twitch in anticipation. With
ovalled lips she captured it, hollowing her cheeks and drawing hard,
stroking the shaft with tantalizing fingers. Each time her head dipped,
she took more of him into her mouth until her lips brushed his pubic hair
on every downward plunge. I was amazed at how much cock should could
actually take in her mouth. His hands had left her thighs and now framed
the sides of her face. With powerful strokes he arched up to meet the
descending slide of her ravenous mouth. Every muscle in his body tensed. A
deep groan announced his climax. Her indented cheeks puffed outwards and
she dutifully swallowed his come. He was exhausted, but she wasnıt ready
to quit. She held his tortured cock in her hands and watched it shrink
like a demon conquered. Her ass still moved over his face demanding to be
licked. The tip of her tongue plucked the last drop of semen from its tiny
opening and spread it sensuously 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 resist
a few snickering jokes about peeping Tomı. But, aside from Tommyıs
disgrace, the main message in the neighborhood was that my mother didnıt
pull her blinds.
Curfew came earlier for the rest of the summer, and even the older guys
didnıt congregate beneath the streetlight any more. Still, the loose
screen on my bedroom window got a workout almost every night. I prowled
the neighborhood shadows with my friends until the last light was
extinguished.
Whereas before there had been only the occasional titillating sight,
now there were a few more blinds carelessly agape. We found a favorite on
a neighboring street and watched almost nightly as she entertained men in
her bedroom. Her husband was a cop and worked nights walking a beat
downtown.
Our house was the last one at the end the road, up on a bit of a hill
and backing on to a maple wood lot. Coming home from our nightly
excursions, we always approached by one of the many paths through the
trees. My motherıs blinds were always open and quite often there would be
someone there watching.
One muggy night we were already there behind the shed when two shadowy
figures crept along the side of the house. They nestled back against the
bushes close to where we were hidden. In the dim reflected light from the
window we could clearly see that it was Ray and Muriel, Tommyıs mother and
dad.
Inside the house, my mother was trying on clothes. She wore no
underwear and wriggling into the garments let her move her tits and ass in
a very provocative way. Ray and Muriel stood nestled together like spoons
with him wrapping her in his arms from behind. She wore the shorts and
halter that was de riguer for such sultry nights and Ray wasted no time in
baring her trembling tits. She was bigger there than my mom and I heard
her whisper that fact to her husband. Rayıs hand was already in the front
of her shorts and she had to undo the button to keep it from popping. Her
own hand had found the stiff cylinder in Rayıs pants and they frigged each
other while watching my mother sway naked in front of her mirror. They
were close enough to us that we could smell Murielıs musk as Ray pulled
down her shorts. We were enthralled to hear the lubricious click of his
fingers as they slid in and out of her.
The scene through the window had moved to the bed and my motherıs
fingers stroked sensuously between her legs. Murielıs panties lay on the
grass and Ray had replaced his fingers with the real thing. Muriel talked
dirtier as she got more excited. She marveled at the thick hair on my
motherıs cunt and we grinned to hear her say the word so clearly. The
notion of sucking my motherıs pussy was whispered to her by Ray and she
almost swooned at the thought. On the bed my mother was coming again and
her belly convulsed with self adulating pleasure. It was too much for Ray
and Muriel and they came right along with her. Behind the shed we held our
breath and squeezed our pricks, terrified that discovery, after what we
had seen, would be calamitous.
That night, was enough to cause weak eyes, warts and hairy palms, if
ever it was going to happen. Our imaginations filled in the blanks and let
us conjure thoughts of Murielıs mouth licking between my motherıs legs.
Weıd heard her say sheıd do it, wanted it, even craved it. Each time we
saw her in church dressed in Sunday best and ovalling her lips to sing, we
thought of her rounded ass pumping against Ray. The image of her getting
frigged and fucked, lusting for the taste of another womanıs cunt, gave
substance to our pubescent fantasies.
My mother never did learn to pull the blinds, but then I never thought
she would. Her greatest joy was being watched from the darkness and not
knowing who was hidden out there.
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