A voyeur stepmom

Mrs. Duncan sure was sexy, Jeff thought.
The voluptuous redhead had answered the door wearing a frilly, semi-transparent nightie. Jeff had been able to see the stiff points of her big tits and the shadowed outline of her bushy cunt-mound though the sheer material. He’d had to hide his rising hard-on behind his toolbox.
Now he wondered if she was kinky, as well. Jeff was a journeyman carpenter and Jenny Duncan had hired him to install a pair of mirrors in her bedroom but it wasn’t as simple as that. The mirrors were made of one-way glass, reflective like any mirror on one side but transparent from the other side, so that a person could look through without being seen.
There were three bedrooms in a row in the Duncan house and she was having him place the spying mirrors in the master bedroom, which was in the middle, so that anyone Mrs. Duncan herself, presumably in that center room would be able to observe the bedrooms an either side.
That seemed kinky to Jeff.
At first he wondered if she might be a voyeur, planning to play the peeper on house guests. But after he got the mirrors in place, he could tell that the adjoining rooms must belong to her kids.
One was obviously a girl’s room, with pink wallpaper and rock posters and a teddy bear collection. And the other, equally evident, was the room of a teenaged boy, with model airplanes and athletic equipment.
Now, why would a woman want to play Peeping Tom on her own children? wondered Jeff, who was a relatively inexperienced young man and didn’t understand such things.
He was just setting the last screw into the frame when Mrs. Duncan came into the bedroom.
“Almost finished?” she asked. “Just a few more minutes,” Jeff muttered, slightly abashed to find his cock stiffening again, stimulated by being in a bedroom with a curvaceous, flame-haired divorcee. It seemed quite intimate.
“Well, don’t mind me,” she said. “I’m just going to get dressed.”
And, without the slightest hesitation, the red-haired beauty dropped her nightie and stood naked.
Jeff gulped.
Beads of seat popped out like drops of mercury on his forehead and he could feel a few drops of pre-cum, like mercury, too, dampen his forehead.
His cock was getting really excited now. His prick felt as hard as his screwdriver, and his balls were starting to pump like a blacksmith’s bellows.
He gave the screw a final turn and then turned, himself, to gape at her. Jenny was sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling a nylon stocking up her lush thigh to attach it to a sexy black gaiter belt.
She was a real redhead, all right. Her vee was a jungle of curls like a burning bush. Jeff was both embarrassed and fascinated. He couldn’t help but stare at those delectable tits, capped by rosy, swollen tips. Then, as she raised her knee to fasten the straps, he was rewarded by a glimpse of her cunt, all open and juicy.
“Ahhhh I’m done,” he croaked.
“Oh, good,” she said. She got up, wearing just the one stocking and moved toward him.
Her fat tit brushed against Jeff’s arm as she looked through the mirror.
“Oh, that’s perfect,” she said.
“Errr it’s none of my business, lady, but I was wondering why you wanted those mirrors?”
She gave him a disarming smile.
“Why, to spy on my kids,” she said. “Tommy is quite a young man and Belinda is a budding teenager, and I was interested to see if they’ve started masturbating yet.”
Jeff’s Adam’s apple ran up his throat like a gong ringing a carnival bell.
“You you want to stop them from practicing self-abuse, huh?” he croaked.
“Why, no, silly man,” she giggled. “Frigging off is natural and healthy.”
“Errrr then, why…” he stammered. “I want to watch them do it,” she said. “Holy shit!” Jeff gasped, staring at her. She held his gaze, smiling. Then her eyes dropped and she looked at his groin. The front of his denim work pants was bulging out as if he’d stuffed a hammer in his fly. She raised her eyebrows, looking both amused and interested.
“Do I turn you on, Jeff?” she whispered. Jeff hesitated. He was basically shy. But he figured that it was silly to be delicate with a woman who had just admitted that she wanted to spy on her frigging kids and who was standing there naked, to boot.
He started to reply. His lips moved but no sound came out but a hoarse croak. His vocal cords seemed to be as stiff as his prick.
“You’d like to fuck me, wouldn’t you?” she purred.
Jeff felt faint. So much blood had rushed into his cock that he felt, lightheaded.
“Jeez I hope you ain’t a cock-teaser Mrs. Duncan,” he mumbled pitifully.
Jenny Duncan laughed.
“Oh, no,” she said. “I may be lots of things and all of them naughty but I’m no cock teaser.”
His prick boomed. The young carpenter had to throw his head and shoulders back to counterbalance the massive weight in his groin and in the process, he was thrusting his loins out toward the lewd redhead.
His pants stuck out like a denim tent.
“Why don’t you get more comfortable, Jeff?” she asked. “There doesn’t seem to be enough room in your pants for your lovely big hard-on.”
That hard-on, in fact, was threatening to rip its own way through the denim or maybe just burn a hole through, like a welder’s torch.
Jeff reached back for his belt and Jenny took a step back, her eyes riveted to his loins. They were green eyes, the color of jade, and now they were smoldering.
Mrs. Duncan was obviously a visual person. Take carpenter unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the waistband of his pants. He began to draw the zipper down slowly. Her eyes gleamed. The zipper rasped down and his fly opened in a wide vee, the flaps folding back.
He was wearing cotton briefs and the outline of his cock and balls was molded within them, stretching the material around the shape of his formidable prick. Where the wedge-shaped knob bulged out, the white cotton had turned sticky, a damp patch of pre-cum spreading out.
“Oooooh!” the wanton woman purred, studying the size of his cotton-clad cock.
Jeff hooked his fingers under the elastic band and drew his shorts out wide of his cock and balls, tugging them down under his balls so his whole rig was revealed.
Jeff was a journeyman, and his cock seemed suited to his professional big, blunt-headed hammer of a cock towering up long and thick from a set of swollen cumbags as if poised to drive a spike.
His piss-hole was parted and the tip of the purple slab was frothy with seepage. A fat vein seamed the underside of his shaft, like electric flex on a pipe. Jenny smiled, pleased by the size of his prick and delighted to know that he had become so hard just by looking at her.
She was a woman who loved to be admired, exhibitionism being the other side of the voyeur coin.
Jeff dropped his pants and briefs and stepped out of them, then removed his faded shirt. He was lean and wiry, the narrowness of his hips emphasizing the size of his cock.
He stepped toward her.
Jenny stepped back. Each time he moved closer to her, she retreated from him. But each backward step was bringing her nearer to the bed.
Jeff had lost his shyness now and he grinned wolfishly as he followed the jutting figurehead of his prick across the room. Jenny came to the side of the bed and sat down, perched on the edge.
He moved up and stood over her, shoving his haunches out and working his cock-muscles, making that formidable weapon pulse and jolt, level with her face.
The redhead licked her lips lasciviously.
“You wanna suck it, lady?” he croaked.
She gave him a quirky sort of smile. Reaching out to the bedside table, she picked up a mirror, holding it angled so that it reflected her lovely face. She obviously liked to see what she was doing when she misbehaved, as if playing the peeper on herself.
His cock-head was smoking hot as he thrust it toward her lust-contorted face. The seepage from his piss-hole had slathered the meat like whipped cream on a fat plum.
Her tongue pushed out, fluttering.
Watching herself in the mirror, she began to lick the head of his prick, tonguing up his precum and slobbering on the cock-meat.
“Ummmm,” she sighed, as the flavor of his tasty spunk registered on her tastebuds.
She held the mirror up close, staring at the reflection of her moist, pink tongue as she layed it against the purple slab of his cock-head.
She was panting and his prick was fiery hot. Her saliva steamed from his cock-meat and the glass got cloudy from her heavy breathing, fogging over.
Jeff thrust his cock out, trying to sink his knob into Jenny’s sensual lips. But she turned her face, taking it along her cheek and licking at the stalk. She seemed undecided about whether she should blow him. Her mouth was obviously hungry, but her cunt was seething, too.
He humped, driving his cock-shaft across her mouth and along her cheek. She nibbled at the stalk as if she were gently gnawing a meaty bone.
Her lips were streaked with gooey pre-spunk, her tongue running with creamy ribbons. She regarded her mouth in the mirror, her eyes glowing.
But then he she gave his cock-knob a last loving slurp and sank back along the bed, evidently deciding that her pussy took precedence of her mouth.
She drew her knees up and parted her shapely thighs, tilting her pelvis upward. Her cunt was wide open and soaking wet and her taut clit was standing out like a little pink stump in a swamp.
“Fuck me, Jeff,” she breathed.
He stood there for a moment, his sex-tackle looming over her loins like a crane. Then he knelt on the bed between her parted thighs. She bridged, hiking up to meet him, her trim ass lifting from the mattress.
Jeff grasped his prick by the hilt and guided the swollen knob into her fuck-slot. Tilting his wrist, he rubbed the fat slab around in her cunt and against her clit, making Jenny squeal and squirm.
Her pliable pussy-lips sucked on his meaty cock-head, pulling him deeper. The wedge-shaped knob sank in, vanishing in her swampy cunt. With his cock-knob buried, his long stalk stood out like a bolt between her cunt and his balls, spanning the gap between them.
“Give it to me shove it all in me,” she moaned.
He braced his knees and his lean ass tensed. He slammed in with a lurch, burying all of his thick prick into her with the first thrust.
“Ahhhhh!” she sighed.
Jeff held his cock buried ball-deep, grinding it around in her cunt, savoring the thrill of moving every inch of his hot, hard cock enveloped in wet, clinging cunt-sleeve and letting her wriggle on the full penetration.
Jenny began to move first. She pulled her pussy halfway up his prick, then pushed it back dawn to the root. Her wet tunnel of lust molding itself around the contours of his prick, clinging to every inch.
Jeff, gasping at the sensation, held himself rigid as she frigged her pussy on his prick. Her cunt-muscles were sucking on his cock, the inner rings closing and rippling from his hilt to his cock-head. It felt as if the wanton woman were jerking him off with her pussy.
Then Jeff began to hump, fucking into her. He shoveled his prick in as she shoved her cunt down and his bloated balls swung in and slapped against the curve of her lovely ass.
As he withdrew, Jenny twisted her hips around, winding her cunt-hole around on his iron-hard cock like a juicy nut on a meaty bolt. The twisting movement was driving him wild, adding torque to the in-and-out friction.
Jeff was not very experienced, but he knew damn well that this woman’s cunt was a magic box that he was never likely to sink his cock into such a skillful cunt again.
He held her under the firm cheeks of her ass, lifting her loins higher as he drove up her cunt. His steely prick hissed up her fuck-hole and as he drew back out, that soaking cunt-chute sucked hungrily on the retreating cock-rod. Her cunt-lips distended down his stalk so that he seemed to be pulling her pussy inside out.
“Hammer me, Jeff!” she gurgled.
The carpenter pounded in savagely. He was grimacing and gasping with the pleasure of her pussy. He wanted to make this lovely fuck last as long as he could, but he knew that her magic cunt was going to milk him off soon.
She clamped her voluptuous thighs around his flanks, hooking her knees and locking her heels behind his haunches. Her feet drummed on his ass, as if counting the cadence of his thrusts.
Then she threw her legs up, starting to pedal in the air behind his cock-screwing ass as if she were riding a vertical bicycle. Her feet arched out and her splendid thighs rippled with graceful sinew.
“Yeah yeah screw me, Jeff!” she wailed. Then, changing professions in her hast, she cried, “Plumb my pussy, fuck me to jelly!” Jeff was starting to vibrate and shudder all through his lean, lithe body. He humped faster, filling her fuck-box with his hard cock, drilling in to the very core of her smoldering fuck-tunnel.
His cumbags were ballooning, thudding heavily against her upthrust ass. They were so full now that she could hear his jizz sloshing around as they whacked against her on the plunging thrust of his prick.
Her cunt was starting to melt around his cock like a wax candle on a flaming wick.
“Ohooooh shoot in me, Jeff,” she babbled. “Slime in my cunt!”
Her loins danced frantically. As her fuck-box creamed, she yearned for his fuck-juice.
Jeff bored up her pussy, ramming in so hard he seemed to be trying to stuff his balls up her, as well. His hard tool was vibrant, throbbing and expanding as he surged toward the crest of his lust.
Jenny’s clit went off like a blasting cap, setting off an explosion deep in her cunt-core. Goo flooded into her fuck-hole lavishly. His prick slid through it like a torpedo launched in a swamp.
He threw his head back, his face contorted, the dark veins pulsating in his neck.
“Here it comes, lady!” he gasped.
“Yeah yeah!” Jenny panted eagerly. “Slime me, darling jizz my cunt!”
Jeff’s cumbags exploded as he pumped his prick up into her seething cunt-chute. His cock rod jolted as his cum rushed up through the hollow core.
Then his hot, thick spunk was spurting into Jenny’s pussy in steaming torrents.
She cried out in ecstasy and her pussy creamed again on his shooting cock-stalk. Jeff’s cock hosed her as he plunged in, then shot out a jism jet on the recoil. The foaming slime swirled up her cunt-sleeve and then his cock shoved in behind it, plowing through his own goo, a creamy wave of cum breaking around his cock-knob.
He pumped in faster, squirting off on every stroke and the curvaceous redhead kept on creaming, her clit and cunt going off on each spurt.
At last his nuts were emptied. He kept on slamming in for a few moments, his strokes becoming jerky and erratic, his cock starting to soften.
Spent, he stopped humping and knelt over her, panting like a dog. Jenny kept on fucking her pussy up and down his stalk, working off the last spasms of her cumming on his stationary cock-meat, draining off the last of her cunt-cum.
She smiled up at him, dreamily.
“What a nice fuck,” she said.
Jeff grinned and slowly drew his cock out of her fuck-box. The cock-knob stuck in her cunt for a moment, then came popping out like a cork from a bottle.
Her cunt-slot stayed open in a wide oval, retaining the shape of his cock.
That gaping cunt-grotto was foaming with their combined cum, her whole groin lathered. Thick trickles seeped down and soaked into the crack of her ass.
Jeff’s cock had gone semi-soft but it was still large and impressive, twitching with the promise of renewed vigor as it swayed before his loins.
He figured that a promiscuous woman like this redhead would want to fuck again.
But Jenny had other things to do.
Jenny leaned down and sucked the carpenter’s cock into her mouth, milking and nursing and swallowing the succulent blend of cunt-cum and jizz from the delicious cock-meat. His cock began to swell and stiffen again.
He expected a blow-job now.
But after she had sucked all the cream off his prick, Jenny drew ha lips off him.
“You’ll have to leave now,” she said.
Jeff groaned.
But he was in no position to argue. He got dressed slowly, hoping she might change her mind and leaving his cock out until the last moment.
But although she was smiling affectionately at him, it was obvious that her mind was elsewhere.
She walked him to the door, still naked except for her garter belt and the one stocking.
“Errrr any time you need any more carpentry done, Mrs. Duncan…” he stammered.
She smiled and kissed him and dismissed him.
It had been a pleasant fucking.
But now Jenny Duncan was waiting to try out her new mirrors when her kids got home from school.
Johnny had baseball practice after school and Belinda arrived home first. That suited Jenny.
She wanted to be able to concentrate on one mirror at a time.
Belinda looked a great deal like her mother, slimmer but nubile and bouncy. Her hair was a shade lighter, but her eyes were the same jade green, her mouth the same wide, sensual slash.
Jenny was as eager to see her little girl through the looking glass as she was her son.
At first, Belinda showed no signs of going up to her room. Her mom waited for a while but then, wanting to see if the girl might perform for her secret attentions before Tommy got home and forced her to divide her concentration, she casually mentioned that she had had a new mirror installed in Belinda’s bedroom not, of course, informing the girl that it was a one-way mirror and that the other side of the glass was in her own bedroom.
Belinda went upstairs to check it out.
Jenny waited for a minute, then tiptoed on up and went into her own room. She looked through the spy glass, feeling deliciously naughty about peeping on her daughter and fervently hoping there would be something interesting on which she could do that peeping.
And there was.
Belinda stood right in front of the full-length mirror, smiling, obviously pleased by it. Jenny stood just as close on the other side. She was already breathing hard in hopeful anticipation, panting against the glass.
Then Belinda began to undress. Admiring herself in the mirror, the nubile teenager stripped her school clothing off and stood naked. Her tits were plump and firm and the tips were rosy peaks, so delectable looking that they made her morn’s mouth water.
Her cunt-mound was a golden vee spreading out of her groin, delightfully rounded on her slender belly. Jenny licked her lips, salivating like a Pavlovian dog.
Jenny wasn’t a lesbian, obviously. But that didn’t mean that she wasn’t a cunt lapper and the sight of her daughter’s cunt made her whimper. She knew it was wrong to have such feelings about her own little girl but that only made it more exciting.
Naked now, Belinda posed before the glass.
She cupped her tits in her hands, lifting the mounds and deepening the smooth cleavage. Her thumbs rubbed against the peaky pink tips.
Jenny’s lips worked just as if she were nursing on one of those taut nipples. She had gotten dressed after Jeff had gone, but now, staring through the mirror, she began to take her clothing off again. She enjoyed playing the peeper more when she was naked, herself, all of her body available to the caress of her hands.
Belinda turned and, looking back over her shoulder, admired the reflection of her trim, heart-shaped ass. She rubbed her flanks, shooting her hips out provocatively, grinning in enjoyment. She knew that she was sexy and that all the boys at school were hot for her. And it turned the teenager on to imagine all the horny young men who must have beaten their meat over fantasies about her. Then she bent over as if she were going to touch her toes. Her tits swung saucily under her, like ripe fruit ready to be plucked from the vine.
Her feet were widespread on the floor, her thighs apart. Her cunt-cream was streaming down her crotch.
The girl gazed at her cunt-gash in the mirror. And her mother gazed at that delectable looking cunt through the mirror!
Belinda cupped her hands on the firm cheeks of her ass and drew them apart, opening the cleft and revealing the tiny puckered bud of her shit-hole.
She slid one hand down and ran the tips of her fingers lightly along her unfurled cunt-lips, then strummed them against her stiff clit.
Jenny moaned. Her own seething clit began to throb, as if in sympathetic vibration. She wasn’t touching herself yet, but her pussy was turning juicy, tuned to that teenaged pussy she was so hungrily gazing at.
Belinda’s smile was dissolving, her pretty face becoming a mask of passion. She was obviously no novice at self-caress. She nudged a fingertip into her asshole, wriggling it about as she pumped her haunches. She finger-fucked slowly up into her cunt-hole with one hand as she gently probed into her shit-chute with the other.
Then she turned and faced the looking glass again, moving right up close to it. Her stiff titties brushed against the flat surface. She squirmed and panted. She fondled her tits and pulled at the tips. Then she lifted the firm mounds in her hands and tilted her face down.
Belinda began to lick her own nipples.
Her mother’s tongue was lashing about. The one-way mirror had been a wonderful idea, she knew but the lascivious woman was wishing there were no pane of glass between her lips and her daughter’s tit-tips.
Belinda tongued her nipples and slurped at her cleavage for a few moments. Then she straightened up and shoved her loins out, pressing her belly right up against the mirror as if making love to her reflection.
Jenny moaned, lances of lust flashing through her seething loins. The sight was making her so fucking hot that she thought her eyeballs might melt.
She sank down onto her knees, bringing her face on a level with her daughter’s crotch. Belinda was wiping her cunt up against the mirror. Cunt juice smeared the glass and pearly ribbons ran down the insides of her slender, shapely thighs. Her open cunt-slot was foaming.
Jenny shaved her tongue out and began to lap the looking glass, as if she were licking her little girl’s gooey cunt-gash. Only the thin mirror separated her hungry, drooling tongue from Belinda’s delectable-looking cunt.
Belinda began to work on her cunt with both hands. Bunching her fingers together in a cock shaped bundle, she finger-fucked in and out of her cunt-hole with one hand while the other hand rubbed her swollen clit.
Jt was driving her mother crazy. Jenny dipped a hand into her own smoldering cunt, rubbing herself. Then she brought that hand up to her mouth and licked her own seepage from her fingers and palm, pretending that it was her daughter’s cunt-juice – that the creamy stuff was seeping right through the mirror.
And it seemed that mother and daughter shared the same inclinations. Belinda brought her hand up to her face, her fingers all drenched from her fuck-box. She licked at them, then pushed them into the oval collar of her lips and sucked as if she had a mouthful of cock a cock that had just come dripping out of a juicy cunt.
Belinda watched herself in the mirror.
And on the opposite side of that glass, her mother was emulating the girl’s actions, as if she were a reflection, herself but in three dimensions.
Belinda’s ass and hips jerked in a fucking motion. She was rising toward a crest, moving spasmodically. Her fingers sank into her cunt sleeve soaking with saliva, then pushed into her mouth gooey with cunt-juice.
Her cunt was like a smoldering fuse, ready to ignite her explosive cumming. Her mother sucked her own fingers and wished they were her daughter’s stiff cunt. The woman’s nimble tongue was steaming, ha mouth drooling, her fevered imagination running amok.
Belinda inserted two stiff fingers into her cunt-slot and swirled them around as she worked on her cunt with her other hand. She was opening her cunt-gash wide. Her mother could look right up inside the girl’s fuck-tunnel, where the darker inner lips were streaked with cream.
Belinda shuddered. The waves of bliss were rushing across her slim belly and shooting like electric current up her trembling thighs. Her cunt rippled. The waves came faster and higher, each racing after the one before and starting to merge into one tidal crest.
Her mouth opened, lips moist and slack, as her green eyes narrowed to lustful slits. She moaned. The flow from her pussy was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as her cunt-juice turned to girl cum.
It would be getting tastier and more fragrant, as well, her mother knew if only the glass were not between them, yielding her a perfect view but depriving her of the aroma of pussy perfume and the tantalizing flavor of the sweet goo. Her tongue darted against the mirror.
Belinda jerked her creaming cunt against the looking glass, mopping the surface. Cunt-cum smeared the glass. Jenny pressed her flattened tongue against the opposite side of the glass, slurping hungrily. She was panting and slobbering. In her heated frenzy she almost imagined that she could taste her little-girl’s goo through the mirror, as if the surface were leaking and the juice was soaking through.
Her head turned from side to side and her nostrils flared as she inhaled, wanting to detect the scent of a cumming cunt. The mirror was a boon to her eyes but it was proving a hindrance to her tongue.
Belinda’s thighs rippled as she slid up and down, wiping her pussy on the glass. She held her cunt-lips open wide as she rubbed het loins up and down. She slowed down, then jerked as another spasm hit her.
Then, finished creaming, she stepped back. Her lovely face was radiant with the pleasure of cumming. Overflowing juice ran down her thighs and the mirror was slathered with a milky film of cunt-spunk.
Belinda sank down onto her knees.
She pushed her face out and, to her mother’s delight, began to tongue her own cunt-cum up from the surface of the smeared looking glass.
Mother and daughter were both kneeling in the exact same position on either side of the wall, both lapping away at the glass on each side. They seemed to be a reflection of one another, locked in a fevered French kiss.
But Jenny was licking only the glass.
And her sexy teenaged daughter was lapping up her own pussy-nectar from the other side of the mirror!
Watching her daughter so avidly tasting her own cream, Jenny was going crazy with lust. She thought that her tongue was so hot it might melt the mirror.
Belinda obviously relished the taste of cunt goo, just as her mother did and it was certainly giving the woman plenty of lustful ideas.
Belinda licked the looking glass clean, then got up and moved away. Her mother stayed where she was, hoping the girl might frig off again.
Then she heard her son come home.