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Subject: The Light In Mother's Window Part 2 Reposted on request
The Light in Motherıs Window
by P. D. Michael
Part 2
My Dad was a street car driver and worked all different shifts. His
schedule was often upside down where he slept all day and worked all
night. The one he hated most was 6 p.m. to 2 am. It meant that he left for
work about 4.30 and got back home after 3.
Heıd been tense about being away in the evening ever since he caught
Tommy Dory peeping at my mother through the bedroom window that night.
Truth be known, he had every reason to be concerned. The whole street
would see him leave the house with his lunch pail and know he was gone
then until the wee hours. It was almost a conspiratorial wink that would
pass through the neighborhood as he made his way down to the bus.
By the time the streetlights came on most of the real little kids were
in bed. Dinner was long since cleared away and the adults relaxed on their
porches with a cold drink. The work days were hard and people would begin
to yawn almost as soon as the heavy robe of darkness settled in. Husbands
dozed while their wives packed the next dayıs lunches and set the table
for the morning meal.
The routine hardly changed from house to house. Around nine-thirty,
lights clicked on in bathrooms and bedrooms as the wives prepared for bed.
Weary from the predictability of endless chores, the women looked forward
to the pampering embrace of a warm bath and a couple of hours without kids
under foot. That was the time when weıd make our way through the darkened
yards watching for careless blinds and unsuspecting displays. Sometimes,
even when a window was dark, weıd crouch beneath the sill listening to
people we knew having sex. For days after weıd mimic the sounds of their
passion remembering every grunt and four-letter word like it was the
soundtrack from a favorite movie.
It was after one such night of breathless watching that I cut back
through the maple woodlot heading toward home. I was alone on the path
behind our house and paused to look across the grass toward the lighted
window. My motherıs bedroom appeared to be empty and there was no one in
the yard. From around the corner of the house I could see the feeble beam
of a flashlight and I could hear my mother calling softly for our dog.
There was no time to cross the lawn and slip in through the open screen so
I stepped further back into the bush where I was sure I wouldnıt be seen.
She was wearing her robe and slippers and holding the light out in front
of her to maximize its faint coverage.
I crouched down as she crossed the lawn and watched her stand near the
entrance to the woods. She called the dogıs name. From somewhere close by
I thought I heard a whine in response. She heard it too and stepped a
little ways along the path trying to pierce the inky blackness with her
frail light. Again the whine and she moved further in until I could no
longer make out her shape in the dark. The sound of her voice, never very
loud, disappeared in the hiss of the wind on the trees.
From nowhere, heavy footsteps suddenly pounded along the ribbon of
packed earth. Voices were momentarily raised in excitement, then hushed to
frantic whispers during what sounded like a fierce struggle. Just as
quickly, the noises receded deeper into the bush. Only the sound of feet
swishing through the grass and leaves gave away the direction they were
going. I followed, straining my eyes to catch a glimpse of anything that
moved in the moonless woods.
The paths were familiar friends that I criss crossed every day. Yet the
fear of being discovered by those I was following slowed my pace and kept
me at a safe distance. From the direction they took, I was sure they were
heading to an old pumphouse that belonged to the golf course. Nobody much
used it anymore except us kids who took it over from time to time as a
clubhouse.
They were already inside by the time I crept up to the window. My
mother was standing in the middle of the dirt floor with a flour sack over
her head. Light from a coal oil lantern sent a flickering wash over the
faces of the three men who surrounded her. One had his back to me and was
spreading a gray woolen blanket over the peeling paint of the old table.
Two other men that I didnıt know held onto my motherıs arms. When she
began to speak They all listened.
I know itıs you Tommy,ı she said in a clear voice. I know itıs you so
just let me go and Iıll say nothing about this.ı
The third figure turned toward the light and I could see that it was
Ray Dory, Tommyıs dad.
He reached over and took the sack off my motherıs head. Itıs not Tom
this time Evelyn. You caused enough shit for him over peaking in your
window. You might as well see that itıs not the boy that youıre dealing
with tonight.ı
My mother appeared frightened as she looked at the three men. Her face
looked like wax in the orange glow of the lanternıs light. Her arms were
folded across her chest as if she was cold, but the night was warm and the
air muggy and close.
I see that you still donıt pull your blinds Mickey,ı Ray grinned using
the nickname my father always called her. You still like to put on a show
for the neighbors.ı
She said nothing and pulled the robe tighter around herself.
Do you know what the boys call a woman who flaunts herself, Mickey?
... Cockteaser.ı he answered himself. If youıre gonna tease cocks and
make them hard, we think you should have to do your bit to put things
right.ı
While he was talking, his hand found one of the ties on my motherıs
robe and he tugged it hard. She gripped the garment tighter to her body
and he shrugged amiably.
Have it your way Mick. One way or another itıs coming off and youıre
going to get the fucking of your life. But donıt worry. Youıll be back
home in bed before your old manıs home from work.ı
The other two took a stronger grip on her arms, holding them out away
from her body while Ray undid the ties. The robe fell open and her legs,
bare to mid thigh, flashed into view below her nightie. She struggled
valiantly but they pulled the house coat from her arms and dropped it on
the table.
The brief nightdress hid little of the promise that it was supposed to
cover. It draped revealingly between her breasts and clung like veneer to
her belly. Flimsy as it was, the sense of her near nudity was heightened
rather than hidden by the skimpy shift.
One of the men gathered a handful of the thin cloth at the small of her
back, pulling garment tight across her skin. The dark aureoles of her
nipples showed through clearly and the shadowy nest between her legs stood
out in full relief against the scanty covering.
Please donıt.ı she whimpered
Why? What are you hiding?ı Ray snickered, Have you got the curse?²
His hand inched the hem of her nightie up a few inches until the patch
of auburn hair just peaked from beneath its edge.
I donıt see no rag,ı he announced with a facetious smile.
My mother tried to twist away as he continued to raise the nightdress
higher on her stomach. She tried to clamp her knees together when his hand
descended to her thighs.
Please donıt Ray,ı she pleaded.
Donıt what Mickey? Donıt look? Everybody knows you like the boys to look.ı
Please.ı
Well why donıt you just show us yourself then?ı
She looked frightened. Faced with a situation where she wasnıt in
control, panic tugged mercilessly at her composure. The three men seemed
to smell her fear and gain confidence from it. Ray Dory kept wheedling and
needling her, coaxing her to strip for them under the threat of them
ripping her nightie off anyway if she didnıt. She struggled determinedly
shaking her head and weeping her refusal until he stepped toward her and
reached out.
All right! All right!!ı she sobbed, shrinking back away from him. I
will. I will. Just let go of me first. You can look. Iıll let you look.
But you canıt touch me,ı she bargained desperately.
They let go of her hands and she backed further into the cabin until
the table was behind her and she could go no farther. Her hands were
trembling as she slipped the nightie off her shoulders. The bodice
stretched out as she pulled it down over her breasts and let it lodge on
her hips. Dark, pink nipples, as hard as plum pits, stood out from her
quivering breasts. Her hands cupped the fullness, holding them up as if
for inspection. She watched the men appreciatively eyeing her while she,
teasingly, rolled her ample breasts in her palms. She was well aware of
the appeal her tits held for them. For a moment, she felt
Get up on the table,ı Ray told her and she wriggled her ass onto the
edge. The nightie, balled up on her hips, caught as she slid back dragging
itself down onto her thighs. She laid back raising her legs to slide it
the rest of the way off. Naked, she now looked to the three men as if
sheıd kept her part of the bargain.
Put your legs apart and show us what youıve got,ı Ray instructed.
Reluctantly her thighs opened a few inches until Ray barked wide
apart! I want to see every cunt hair!ı She spread them then and watched
the flushed faces of the three men as they looked between her legs.
Squeeze your tits and play with your pussy,ı he snapped and my mother did
as he asked.
What would hubby say if he could see you now?ı Ray smirked. Open up
and show us the pink inside,ı he directed.
You knew Tom and his friends had been looking in your window most
nights, didnıt you?ı he asked. You were just teasing the young fellas
werenıt you Mickey?ı
She didnıt offer an answer but they didnıt need one. One on each side
of the table they pinned her against the blanket. Ray grabbed her behind
the knees and dragged her down until her ass was at the tableıs edge and
her legs thrashed wildly off the end. He stood between her open thighs and
undid his faded Leviıs while she begged and threatened him. Rather than
being intimidated, the three men seemed to enjoy her resistance.
This is for Tommy and all the shit your prick teasing caused for him.
Weıre all going to fuck you in every place a cock will fit. Before this
night is through youıll admit that you teased the boys and caused their
trouble. If you donıt youıll be late for your hubby coming home and weıll
make sure he knows weıve all had you.ı
He pushed into her, snickering amid her plaintive pleas for him to
stop. Her head began to swing from side to side while her lips mouthed
No! ... no!ı. She was powerless to prevent what was happening.With his
two large hands holding her firmly by the hips she writhed like a pinned
butterfly. But not to escape. To grind her cunt against him.
There was no need to hold her arms any longer and the other men
squeezed her tits and teased her nipples while she squirmed in delight.
If there was any doubt about her enjoying what she was doing it
disappeared with the first gasp of her orgasm. Her hands clawed at Rayıs
hips pulling him deeper while she humped against him. For the first time I
heard her voice shrill with passion imploring Fuck me ... fuck me oh Ray
Iım coming... itıs soo good! sooo good!ı
Ray was, himself, close and her wild behavior was enough to push him
over the top. He clasped her in tight and pounded his prick deep inside of
her. His large shoulders shook like he had the palsy and he grunted with
each spasm that roared from his balls. For a moment he stood slumped over
her while he regained his strength and then he moved to the side for the
next man to take his place.
My mother took the strangerıs prick in her hands and pumped it up and
down to get him ready. There were no pleas to stop this time and she
guided his stiff prick into her sweet spot. Ray stood beside her and
rubbed his wet dick against her cheek. Smell that Mickey?ı he grinned.
Like the smell of your cunt? His large hand turned her head towards him
and he pressed his member against her lips. Open up now, and taste your
cunt on me. Youıll have to lick it all off clean so Muriel canıt smell
it.ı
She opened her lips and sucked him in . He stood with one foot on the
floor with his other knee thrown across her chest to straddle her face.
His cock had not fully recovered but it was hard enough to fill her mouth.
Youıre a little cocksucker too, are you Mickey?ı he grinned as he watched
her pretty lips pull on his prick.
Between her legs the other man had found his pleasure. Her ass was
never still and he quickly neared his climax. Sheıd folded her legs up to
let him in deep and he felt the hard mouth of her cervix on every stroke.
Her hand had found its way between her legs and she rhythmically rubbed
her clitoris sending waves of sensation through her striving belly. She
was going to come again and both of her lovers could feel the explosive
tension building within her. Ray was on the verge himself as he watched
her pink tongue wriggling on his prick. I thought of how he and Muriel had
watched her masturbate. Iıd heard his wife admit that sheıd like to be
pleasured by Mickeyıs tongue. Ray watched as that same tongue teased all
around the swollen head of his cock. Images of its probing bringing
pleasure to his wife strobed through my thoughts. I watched him press
deep, reaching for the back of her throat until spasms of exquisite
pleasure milked his nuts. Muted by the flesh of his cock filling her
mouth, a high pitched wail announced my motherıs orgasm. Her hips rose off
the table offering the auburn treasure between her legs like a sacrifice
to the god of lust. Back arched and belly writhing, she recorded her
second powerful orgasm. The man between her legs bit down on his lip and
ejaculated deep inside of her.
Still recovering they rolled her onto her stomach and the third man
repositioned her at the tableıs edge. Holding her by the hips he lifted
her belly off the table so that her buttocks were raised. She went rigid
as the realization of his intent became clear. Pressure from his cock
against the crinkled whorl of her bum made her panic but three pair of
hands held her firmly in place. She squealed as his frenum slipped in past
her sphincter. He pulled her to a kneeling position on the old table. She
wanted to straighten up but they held her head-down and buttocks raised
high while he slipped inexorably deeper into her anal passage. This was
clearly not her favorite form of sex and she whimpered pathetically as he
began to slide to and fro. His tempo increased as the tightness eased.
Breath hissed from her each time he slammed forward and she mewled her
dismay on every draw back. The other man was at her face now trying to get
his cock into her mouth but she was too preoccupied with what was
happening to her bum to accommodate him.
Her tormentors took extra pleasure from the fact that she didnıt like
it, mimicking her moans and sighs and taunting her with crude comments.
Did your stupid husband not know about your back door?ı Ray teased.
Maybe we could tell him how much you like it.
She made a mistake then by blurting out No. Please. Donıt tell anyone
about this.ı The deep concern in her voice gave them a clear insight to
her vulnerability. They realised she would do anything to ensure they
would say nothing.
Well you havenıt given us any reason not to let him find out, Mickey,ı
Ray began. You know how men are. They talk about women theyıve fucked.
One tells another and pretty soon it gets back to the womanıs husband and
thereıs hell to pay. His pride is at stake.ı
You canıt tell anyone,ı she moaned as the pounding from behind
increased in tempo.
Ray had his hand between her legs trying to capture her clit between
his fingers. The man behind began to come.
Youıve got such a pretty ass Mick. Your old man doesnıt know what heıs
missing. What do you think heıd say if he could see you bare assed and
butt fucked.
You might have pups after this Mickey,ı Ray snickered.
Her knees were weak and she trembled when they finally let her down
from the table. She reached for her robe and nightie but they werenıt
ready to let her get dressed.
Weıll walk you home Mickey,ı Ray chuckled, We wouldnıt want anything
to happen to you on the way.ı
I flattened myself among the tall weeds and watched as they passed.
They made her carry the lantern, letting its pale light illuminate her
nakedness as she walked through the bush ahead of them. She picked her way
carefully in her bare feet, holding the lamp high in one hand while her
free hand stretched up on the other side for balance.
Near the edge of the woods she found one of her slippers and stooped to
pick it up, exposing the whole her shapely ass to the men behind her.
Need a little touch up Mickey?ı the tall one asked, running his hand up
between her legs. My mother flinched from his caress. He pulled her in
close and felt her again until Ray cautioned him to Save a little for the
next time.ı
She pulled away without a word and the three men watched her bare ass
scurry across our lawn.
The bathroom door was closed when I slipped back into the house. From
the sound of water pounding heavily into the tub I knew she was freshening
up for my fatherıs return. I laid awake for a long time replaying what I
had seen. Flashes of guilt for not going to her aid battled waves of lust
that turned my cock to rock. My balls ached for release. Inevitably, I
could not stay my hand.
Even though I was fearful that they may have hurt her, the memory of
her orgasm overpowered any such concern. The frenetic movements of her
thrusting hips and the wails of pleasure that escaped her lips burned like
fresh coals in my memory.
There were no sounds from the bathroom and I began to get worried.
Thoughts of her being distraught, even suicidal, over what had taken place
troubled me.
The cold wet dew on the grass shocked my bare feet as I lowered myself
to the lawn once more. The bathroom window was high and I had to stand on
a saw horse to look in. She wasnıt moving and her eyes were closed. Her
expression was trance like. The hot water she loved to bathe in gave her
skin a pink flush. Her creamy legs stretched out toward the taps where her
heels rested on the edges of the tub. Out of the water like glistening
peaks her pink-tipped breasts rose and fell in a measured rhythm. Hovering
just above the surface was the almost imperceptible roundness of her
belly. At its base, the mass of auburn curls lay limp against her mound,
saturated by the steamy bath. And just between the prominent lips, her
middle finger wobbled back and forth over the tiny seat of her pleasure.
-30-
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