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Prologue
Cheryl Jenkins fidgeted anxiously while she waited for the traffic light to change. Once again she glanced over at the brown paper bag that rested upon the seat next to her. It had taken all the courage she could muster to enter the Adult Emporium that her tenant, Diane Brewster, owned and operated. Even though she was a marriage counselor and certainly possessed an open mind about all things sexual, Cheryl was nonetheless a bit reluctant to divulge any information about her, especially to a neighbor who lived jus the other side of the wall in their large duplex.
In the past four months she and Diane had become fast friends. Diane was prone to be very outspoken about her own needs and just about anything sexual.
"Yeah, that seems to be all she ever talks about," Cheryl mused silently.
Yesterday, the subject of masturbation had come up and Diane had finally admitted to infrequent and less-than-satisfying masturbatory experiences. Diane had insisted that she come into the store and peruses the wide assortment of "marital aids" and stimulating erotica. Cheryl had finally succumbed to the pressure.
Cheryl thought back on her visit. It had been an enlightening experience, even to one as well versed in the sexual proclivities of others. Cheryl had at first been shocked by the graphic displays throughout the store. Even more shocking was the steady stream of men who made their way to the back of the store to lock themselves in tiny booths.
"What are they doing back there?" Cheryl had inquired.
"They feed quarters into a machine and watch porn movies while they jack-off," Diane had replied nonchalantly.
"You're kidding! Can't they get arrested for that?"
"Not if they keep the doors closed and locked and don't allow anyone else in the booth with them."
Cheryl turned and gazed down the hall, her imagination filled her mind with what was transpiring behind the closed doors. She turned back to her friend who stood quietly smiling.
"Wouldn't you just love to have a little camera in each one of those booths so you could watch the guys at play?" Diane leered.
"I dunno....What could be so exciting about watching a guy masturbate?"
"You've never seen a guy stroke off before?" Diane asked incredulously. "Man, it is an INCREDIBLE turn-on, especially if he is looking at you."
Cheryl shook her head slowly.
"As you know I have never been with anyone except my late husband and he never masturbated, at least never in front of me."
"Oh my dear Cheryl, you simply don't know what you have been missing. I think I sometimes would rather watch a guy jerk-off than have him fuck me, especially if he is a moaner and a talker. Damn, just thinking about it is getting me all wet."
"DIANE! Please, not so loud," Cheryl hissed as she looked around the store to see if anyone had heard.
Diane laughed and reached under the counter for a paper bag that was stapled shut.
"I thought you might be uncomfortable in trying to choose something so I took the liberty of putting a few things together for you," Diane said as she passed the bag over the counter.
As Cheryl reached down to open it Diane grabbed her hand.
"Don't open it here. Wait till you get home. I am sure the items I put in there will bring you great pleasure but save yourself the embarrassment. You might be less inclined to take them home if you knew what was in there."
"What do I owe you?" Cheryl asked as she flushed deep red.
"Nothing right now. Just pay me for the things you wish to keep and return the rest," Diane smiled.
That had been thirty minutes ago and Cheryl hadn't opened the bag, though she was sorely tempted. As the light finally changed, she sighed and stomped on the accelerator.
Upon arriving home she dashed quickly into the house and deposited her purse and the bag on the kitchen table. Then she tore open the bag and gazed at the contents. Before she had the opportunity to examine them thoroughly she was suddenly overwhelmed by the urgent call of nature. As she dashed down the hall her son, Paul came in from the back yard.
"Hmmmm, what have we here?" he muttered as he peered into the bag.
His eyes flew open as he beheld the contents. "Holy Shit!"
Just then he heard the toilet flush down the hall so he beat a hasty retreat.
Figuring that his mother didn't want him to know about her purchases, he waited a few minutes before noisily opening the back porch door.
His mother was in the kitchen making coffee when he entered.
"Hi Mom. You're home late. Lot of traffic on the road this evening?"
He noticed a bright flush on his mother's cheeks as she turn to regard him.
"Yeah, accident on I-5," she said after a moment's hesitation.
Paul smiled inwardly as he grabbed and apple and went into the living room and turned on the TV.
CHAPTER ONE
Paul had never thought about his mother's sexuality. Even though she wasn't his real mother, he still regarded her as such. After his birth mother had died in childbirth his father has raised him until he was twelve when he married Cheryl. The disparity in their ages had raised many an eyebrow but Jack had little to do with what other people thought.
Paul regarded his mother as she sat down on the sofa across from him. Paul allowed his eyes to gaze appreciatively at the lithe yet curvaceous brunette who was settling in comfortably with her long legs tucked beneath her. There was only sixteen years difference in their ages and at thirty-four, his mother was still a knockout and certainly didn't look her age. Having never had children her body was still trim and form and she didn't even have to work to keep it that way. Her dark brown eyes had a depth that was almost hypnotic.
"Why are you staring at me, Paul?" Cheryl asked softly.
"I'm sorry, its just that it only now occurred to me just how beautiful you are and how much like Jackie Kennedy you look," was his quick response.
"Awww, Paul, you flatter me," Cheryl blushed.
"No, it's true! Compared to all those air-head girls in school you are a gorgeous!"
"You are just being silly. Now pay attention to the show," Cheryl said with a giggle.
Turning his attention back to the television, Paul began to think about the bag of goodies he had seen. As he did he felt his cock stir in his trousers and he formulated a plan.
"I simply gotta see that!" he thought to himself.
Later that evening, as his Mom was taking a shower, he eased himself into her bedroom and made some adjustments to her blinds. He carefully bent one of the louvers so that even if she closed them tightly he would still be able to see into her room from outside if he was right against the window. Satisfied with his efforts he stepped out into the hallway.
"Mom, I'm going out for a few hours," he shouted as he heard the water turn off in the shower.
"OK, Son, just don't stay out too late," Cheryl replied.
After parking his car down the road, Paul made his way back to the lone building that was his home. "Living up here in the mountains with the nearest neighbor over five miles away does have its advantages," he laughed aloud.
Quietly he approached the rear of his house. The cool night air allowed sound to carry so he was very careful where he placed his feet so as not to make any sound that would give him away.
He stooped down and peered into the space provided by his earlier machinations. Much to his delight he was afforded an excellent view of his mother's bedroom.
She was standing by the dresser, brushing her long, dark tresses. Clad only in a long T-shirt, she was a vision of beauty to his eyes. She picked up the paper bag from the top of the dresser and turned toward the bed where she dumped the contents on the crisp, white sheets.
Spread out before her was a variety of items. Paul could discern several magazines, a bottle of lube, a small, white, plastic vibrator and a dildo that was about eight inches in length. Shaped like a cock it also had a smaller protrusion at the base. Attached by a thin wire was a plastic box that obviously held batteries.
Cheryl picked up the white vibrator and examined it. After turning it over in her hand a few times she finally twisted the base and jumped when the device started humming, nearly dropping it on the floor. She held it in her hand and regarded it thoughtfully for a moment. Then she turned it off and picked up the bigger one.
Paul watched as she played with the controls, making the artificial cock rotate and vibrate in her hand. Then she turned it off and placed it on the bed next to the other one. Now she picked up the magazines.
Paul could see they represented a cross section of tastes. He noted each one in turn as Cheryl thumbed through the glossy pages.
One was a swinger's magazine, devoted to advertisements of singles and couples looking for playmates with color photographs. The next was a girl-girl, followed by couples and groups at play and then one devoted to men and women masturbating. There were also a couple of small anthology books, Penthouse Forum and another he couldn't make out the title on.
Cheryl climbed up on the bed and fluffed the pillows against the headboard. Sitting back comfortably she picked up the Penthouse Forum and began to thumb through the pages. As she started to read her right hand moved slowly over the cotton T-shirt, frequently brushing against her nipples.
As she continued to read Paul could see signs of arousal. His mother's nipples were visibly distended and she was rocking her legs back and forth. Slowly her hand moved down to pull the T-shirt up. Her fingertips traced lazy circles across her abdomen as they gradually moved lower to finally settle on the puffy crotch of her panties. Her middle finger found its way to the top of her now moist slit. Paul nearly gasped aloud when her saw her hips jerk when she touched her magic button.
