Private Eyes

All characters are purely fictional. All parties in the story are 18 years or older.

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"Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Mmmm Mmmm Ahhh!" I could hear her voice coming from my parents' bedroom.

Fuck! They're at it again!

I thought.

Over the last couple of weeks, those sounds had been carrying down the hall and into my room. It was driving me crazy. I was sinfully picturing my beautiful mother lying on her back. Her long black hair draped over the bedspread. I imagined my father between her legs admiring her marvelous c size breast. In my mind's eye I saw how they bounced to the tempo as he fucked the shit out of her.

I know. I must be sick to be thinking about my mother in such away. I'd tried to grasp why I had such filthy thoughts. But I didn't have a clue. The only certain thing was that I'd become sexually obsessed with her.

"Mmm... Ohhh. Ahhh!"

Ok, I can't take it anymore!

I slipped out of my bed. I tiptoed down the hallway and stood next to my parents' door to hear them.

The grunting and moaning sounds that came from their room had flooded my brain and made my cock to stiffen.

"Stop teasing me." I heard my mother express.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture what might take place behind this closed door. Envisioning my father between her widespread legs. Her hands clutching to his head as he flickered his tongue over her clit.

My hand slipped into my pajamas and took hold of my swollen tool while I rested my shoulder on the doorjamb.

"Please... OH! Please fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside me now!" She whined.

I now visualized Mother thrashing around on the bed. Begging for Dad to fulfill her sexual request, while I jerked feverishly up and down my shaft.

I was close to cumming. Hearing my mother squealing and begging to be fucked lit something primal from inside me. I whispered to myself, "I'll fuck you mom. I bet I can make you cum." I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth. But knew deep down I meant every word.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum. You're making me cum!" She wailed.

I lost all control and exploded under weakened knees. Grunting out in the hallway.

I braced myself against the wall as my dick pumped loads of cum inside my pajamas.

While I Huffed the room fell quiet and listened next to the door. I heard my father say in a low tone, "I'm sorry honey it won't get stiff."

Fuck, Dad is impotent,

Not wanting to get caught, I tiptoed back to my room to reflect on this revelation.

I lay on my bed and pondered what I had heard. This only added to my wicked rationalization.

How can I take his place in Mom's bed?

I thought, but nothing came to mind. At least nothing that would work.

Come the next morning a light rap on my door awakened me, followed by my mother asking if she could enter.

"Sure Mom." I said as I rolled over in my bed.

The door opened. And I drank in her figure as she sashayed into the room.

At forty-five, my mother was still a very attractive woman. Her five foot four inch height and slim waist just did something to me.

Mom approached my bed, and as she did, I could feel my dick hardening.

By the time she was standing next to the bed, I was fully erect. I admired how her dark blue jeans hugged her body so nicely. Then how her yellowish tight-knit shirt showed off her ample breast. My eyes glanced upward until they were looking into her beautiful baby blues and I said, "What's up Mom?"

"You tell me?" She huffed resting her hand palm down onto her bent waist.

Oh shit!

I thought and replied, "What do you mean?"

"Why you were outside my door last night?"

I swallowed hard as my brain scrambled to find some kind of excuse.

"Um... Um... Um..."

"Enough with the um's. I want to know right now."

"Well. You see. I..."

Shit! Think stupid. Think!

Mom crossed her arms and tapped her foot. I could see her face was turning red.

Hesitantly, I blurted out, "I'm sorry, Mom. It's just that. Well..."

"Well, what!"

"Well, I got curious when I heard you two. Since I've never done that before figured I might see what it looks like."

"I'm not buying it," She said. "Our door was closed."

"Yeah, I know. But I didn't know that until I was next to it. Before I could turn away I heard you moaning and stuff and I just couldn't leave."

"What do you mean you couldn't leave?"

My eyes fell to the floor as I mumbled, "It sounded so hot I jerked off."

"My God, Travis!"

I saw a look of astonishment plastered on her face and said, "I'm sorry mom."

Mom stayed frozen and didn't speak. I wasn't sure what her thoughts where. But figured they weren't good. Then she just turned and exited my room.

What the fuck?

A chill ran through me as I induced she must be going to tell dad what I had done. Unwillingly, I got dressed for the day and made my way into the kitchen.

This is it. The lecture of lectures.

But as I sat down for breakfast, nothing was said.

To say it perplexed me was an understatement. Did they talk or did she keep it to herself? I just didn't have a clue.

Afterwards Mom was quieter towards me. She only acknowledged me when needed. It stayed like that over the next following weeks. Along with no more lovemaking sounds coming from their room.

She must've told him.

I ponder. But guessed this was better than being scolded for jerking off to them.

However, I found out I was way off base. For the following night when I got out of bed to take a leak. I noticed their door was slightly cracked. Not by much. About only an inch. It caused me to stop and ponder.

With my eyes fixated on the door, I found myself in another dilemma. Should I just ignore this revelation like a good son or give in to my wicked notions of what I might see?

I couldn't help it. Being able to see inside the room had gotten the better of me. I heard soft moans coming from inside as I moved closer to take a peek.

Easing my head next to the crack. My right eye centered over it and noticed the room was darker than the hallway. But after my eye adjusted, I could make out my mother lying on her back with her eyes closed. Her hand was vigorously moving under the covers. Tucked between her legs.

Fuck, she's masturbating!

I stood there mesmerized by the magnificent sight before me.

Her light whimpers filled my ears with wicked thoughts. I couldn't deny the sexy urge that built. Rubbing my hand over my stiff wood.

"Mmm. Mmm. Ohh..." She so softly expressed as her legs quivered under the sheets.

My hand encompassed my cock, and I tried to match her masturbating tempo.

Faster and faster we both went. This was the most thrilling thing that I'd ever experienced in my life, and it was bringing me to climax in recorded time.

I felt my legs weaken. My sperm raced up my swollen shaft. Enjoying the pleasure, I close my eyes and softly grunt.

When my eyes opened they were greeted with my Mother's looking back at me. I was horrified and stopped stroking.

Fuck, I'm so dead.

However, that notion quickly left my mind. My mother never stopped playing with herself. With our eyes glued to each other, I heard her let out a long low moan. That put me at ease. Slowly stroking myself once more. Building my rhythm back up to hers.

"Mmm. Mmm. Mmm." Mom's moans got louder, and her legs spread wider under the covers.

I grunted louder as my cum reach my bubblehead.

Then it hit. The first wave of bliss. I had to rest a hand on the doorjamb. I would blow any second, as would Mom. Her body was stiffening. She was huffing with both her hands rubbing wildly over her pussy.

"FFFFucckkkk!!" I groaned as my cum shot outward. Hitting the wall and floor in the hallway. While mom's body thrashed under the sheets.

It was incredible. I never came so hard, and I didn't think it would ever stop. I could hear my mother making all kinds of sounds. Sounds I never heard before. But relished in their tone as we came down from our sexual high.

With my breath racing, I tried to wipe the cum off the wall with my hand. Then Made my way back to my bedroom.

As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen the next day. Would she be upset with me for intruding on her privacy? Would she confront me about jerking off in the hallway once again? I didn't know. But felt whatever would happen was worth it.

However, nothing happened. In fact, she only smiled when she said, "Good morning, honey."

"Morning Mom." I responded. Shocked by her pleasantness.

I sure would not question why. But felt what we did had affected her. I know it affected me. So much so that after school when I saw mom cleaning the living room I blurted out, "Hey, Mom, you want me to give you a hand?"

Mom turned around and smiled. "You're offering to help?"

"Yeah. I am."

"Well, that's a surprise. If you're serious about it, you could take the clothes out of the drier and fold them for me."

"Oh ok, Mom. I'm on it." But as I removed the clothes and put them in a basket, it hit me. I didn't have the knowledge to fold half this shit.

I sat on the sofa while Mom cleaned nearby. A light chuckle filled the air as I attempted to fold the stuff.

"Here, let me show you," She said and sat next to me. Mom folded the clothes, and I pretended to be paying attention. But in reality, I was sneaking glances down her white button-down shirt every time she bent over to pick up an item.

I could feel my dick hardening. My mind went to a wicked place when I noticed she was braless. Glaring at her chest, I caught a glimpse of her large light pink areolas.

"So Travis, have you got a girlfriend?" Her words shook me out of my lustful state.

"Huh?" I said.

Mom giggled, "I said have you got a girlfriend?"

"Um... No. I don't. At least not yet."

"My God, honey, why not? You're not shy, are you?"

"Kind of, I guess. It's just. Well, I kind of have this thing for an older woman."

Mom froze and then said, "Does this older woman have a name?"

"Yea but I'd like to keep it to myself."

Mom started folding the clothes once more than she replied, "I won't pry then. But try to date some girls your age before trying to sweet talk an older woman."

"Okay, I'll try but they can't hold a candle to her."

Mom smirked and said, "Sounds like you got the hots for this woman."

I don't know why but I felt compelled to put my hand on her knee and replied, "I do Mom. I do."

Mom once again stopped folding the clothes and looked at me and said, "Okay, I showed you how to do this enough now. I'll let you finish the rest." With that, she stood up and walked out of the room.

Shit, I think I just fucked up.

I finished folding the clothes and set them back in the basket. Then found Mom standing by the stove cooking and said, "I finished Mom, you need help with anything else?"

"No." She replied, never raising her head. "I can handle the rest."

It was obvious my actions earlier had a negative affected, so I tried to see if I could change it and replied, "You sure, Mom. I don't mind."

"Thanks, but I'm good honey. Supper will be ready shortly."

I walked away a little depressed. Mom even seemed a little distracted at the dinner table and I tried to think of a way I could fix what I fucked up. But nothing came to mind. I had to realize it would take some time to get back on her good side again.

So time is what I gave her and little by little I felt I was winning her back. She even went as far as letting me help her more around the house. Which to be truthful I kind of enjoyed it. Especially the time she let me dry the dishes as she washed them.

It was on one of those occasions when we were doing the dishes mom said, "So Travis. How is getting a girlfriend going?"

I knew I better play it cool and not pull a stupid stunt like before and lied, "Oh. Okay, I guess."

"What do you mean by okay?"

I pushed the lie further and said, "I asked two girls, but they didn't seem interested in me."

"Hard to believe that Travis. I mean, you're a handsome man."

Man? She called me a man!

This was the first time my mother had ever referred to me as a man and it got my hope up.

I thought hard before speaking. Realizing this was a very critical moment and said, "Thanks, Mom. But I'm not sure the other girls think l am. Most of the guys my age are way more experienced in... Well, you know and I think the girls know it. So they don't want to waste their time with me."

"Hogwash! That's foolish to say!" Mom fired back. "They'd be lucky to have such a sweet and caring person as yourself. If they can't see that, then they weren't worth your time. And as for having experienced. I wouldn't worry about that. To tell you the truth, I bet most girls would find it kind of hot to know they were the first to teach you."

My dick hardened when she said that.

Did my mother admit she thinks it's hot for me to be inexperienced?

I fought the urge to push her on the issue and said, "I wish I knew a little more than I do, I guess. I mean, I hear my friends always talking about how great it is and everything."

Mom paused. Holding the washed glass in her hand replied, "I'm sure the right girl will come along and make it worth your wait."

"Thanks, Mom," I said as she handed the glass over to dry.

"For what?"

"For taking the time to listen to me. You do not understand how happy it makes me feel knowing we can talk like this."

Mom smiled and kissed my forehead and said, "I am too."

I couldn't help but hug her. Not a quick nice to meet you hug but a true deep embracing I fucking love you hug.

I felt surprised when mom hugged me back with the same enthusiasm. Like lovers we stood embraced as I relished her breast smashing into my chest. So hard I could feel her heart beating.

Mom inched away, and I looked into her eyes and softly said, "I love you, mom."

Mom smiled again before saying those words back to me.

The air felt distinct as we stood looking at each other. I wanted to pull her close and kiss her passionately but fought the urge to do so. No fucking way did I want to fuck this up again? So with what strength I had, I started to walk away.

That moment we shared stayed with me for the rest of the day and into the night. And as I laid awake on my bed, I contemplated how I could tell her how she made me feel. Frustrated with myself, I got out of bed to go take a piss.

I paused for a second as I reached my parents' closed door and thought back to how mom never had said anything. That had to mean something. I didn't know what it was. Proceeding to the bathroom, I took my leak. Once finished I washed my hands and was making my way back to my room when I noticed her door was once again cracked open. Only this time it wasn't just a small little crack but almost open a foot wide. Slowly, I approached and glanced inside.

Holy Fuck!

My mouth dropped. My eyes met Mom's as she lay on her back with her legs spread wide on top of the covers and was once again masturbating. Only this time there was more light flowing into the room and I could see something different in her face. Something I never saw before and then it hit me. It was lust.

My cock hardened immediately as I watched my mother toying with her pussy. Wasting no time, I released my swollen wood from its hiding place. Mom's eyes shifted downward as I took hold and stroked it long and hard.

"Mmm. Mmm." I heard filling the night air. Which I in return softy grunted back at her.

Once again we masturbated together only this time, it was even more exciting. I was seeing my mother's hot naked body while she was exposing her trimmed pussy to me.

I wanted this to go further. Further, then I would have ever thought. Sinful or not. I knew I wanted to fuck her.

Oh... Oh... OH!! Mom moaned, and I replied with grunts.

I could tell we both were close and without thinking gave out a brief whisper, "You're so fucking hot, Mom."

"Mmm... Ohhh. OH FUCK!" Mom squealed as her body lifted off the bed. She was cumming, I was watching my mother cum right before my eyes and it caused me to explode.

"Fuck!!" I groaned as my cum went flying everywhere. I couldn't stop and groaned with every spurt.

Then I notice my dad moving around. He then rolled over.

"Holy shit!" I whispered to myself as I made a mad dash towards my room.

With my heart pounding in my chest, I lay on top of my bedspread and listened in the distance. I could hear someone walking outside in the hallway. Then heard the bathroom door open and close and sighed in relief.

At morning when I went down for breakfast. Like before, nothing about the naughty things came up. In fact, when Mom saw me enter the room, she gave me an enormous smile before telling me to take a seat. Then as I announced I would be late for school, she quickly kissed me before I headed out. Not just any kiss, but a kiss right on the lips. Surprised, I acted as if she had done this many times before. Even though it was first of hopefully more to come.

I spent the rest of the day in the school lost in thought. I couldn't wait to get home to see what might happen in that brief window I had alone with Mom.

I raced home when the bell rang and searched the house for my mother. But the only thing I found was a note on the table saying she had to run out to the store and would be home later. She also said there was some food already prepared in the refrigerator.

Fuck...

I thought as I looked inside the fridge and saw two plates of spaghetti and meatballs. Dad came home and also read the note before we heated the plates in the microwave and ate together. We didn't talk much, but that was nothing unusual, we never talked much at all.

It wasn't until around eight that night that Mom came home. After putting the groceries and other shopping bags away, she plopped on the right side of the sofa next to me.

"What are you watching?" I heard her ask. Dad didn't answer from his La-Z-Boy. I guess it engrossed him, so I said, "Nothing special, just a cop show."

Mom replied with a simple, "Oh" as she tossed her shoes off and nestled her bare feet to the right side of her ass. I couldn't help but notice how Mom's short black skirt had ridden higher up her thigh when she bent her legs to the side. Along with how her white thin shirt had the three top buttons undone. With her body twisted from sitting like that I could explore much of her ample cleavage.

Unfortunately, that wasn't all. My gawking hadn't gone unnoticed, and I noticed my mother looking back at me.

Busted!

Surprisingly, she only smiled at me. I turned my attention back to the television, making it look like I was interested in what was playing.

However, I caught mom fidgeting around some and tried to steal a glance out of the corner of my eye.

Mom was rubbing her thigh with one hand while her other was playing with the top of her shirt. Teasing the crease where the material met the next button. Gingerly, she traced her hand up and down her thigh. Right where the material met bare skin. Lifting the material higher up her leg in the process.

I swallowed hard as my pecker rose. Intensely watching as her finger fumbled with her shirt. Then it happened. The fourth button had come undone. When it did, Mom moved the material strategically away from her chest. Just enough for me to see her bare breast.

Fuck, she's not wearing a bra!

My hand brushed over my hard dick as it strained under my jeans.

I couldn't believe Mom was doing this with my father being so close. But she was, and when she finished. Tilted herself even more to the left. I watched as her hand in a swift motion lifted the skirt even higher. Giving me an unobstructed view of her bare pussy.