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Jeff watched in the mirror as she bent over her bureau and searched in her underwear drawer. He sighed as her ass cheeks and pussy were displayed for his inspection. Then she straightened a pair of panties, or rather, the female version of jockey shorts in her hand.
They were bright red, with a white elastic on top. Oh, it was one of the string bikinis. She looked so fucking fantastic, he thought, as she drew them up her legs and slid them tight around her crotch and ass.
She pulled on a matching halter top, then sat down on the rug. His breathing quickened: She was going to exercise!
He watched avidly as she began doing sit ups, then turned onto her stomach to do some pushups. She got up then and moved to the TV, turning on the VCR to some Aerobics junk. He was in seventh heaven as she began bouncing and moving to the music.
Then she moved a few feet over and disappeared from view. He cursed silently, hoping she'd move back. His view of her room wasn't as total as he'd like. Her bed blocked out fully half the room, and of course, he couldn't see what went on in her bed from this angle.
He glared at the mirror, thinking of some way to solve this problem. He'd long considered drilling a hole in the wall that separated their rooms, but couldn't figure how to conceal it.
His eyes flicked upward to the ceiling. Maybe if he drilled a small one through from the attic, she wouldn't notice it. Nobody ever looked up at the roof anyway. If it was clean and neat, maybe in a corner. He'd have to look into that.
He parked the car in his normal spot, waving to a couple of guys passing by. As quarterback, not to mention, a senior, he had certain privileges, one of which was to park his car in a reserved space every day.
He went in through the gym entrance, and made his way down to the locker room.
"Hey man." Mark grinned.
"Hi."
"How ya doin'?" John called.
"Okay."
"How you and that little sophomore do the other night?" he asked Mark. Mark grinned, and leered at him.
"Tasty little morsel, man. You got to get a piece of that."
"Yeah, well, I'm after Meghan Donnely."
"That the one with the humongous knockers?" He nodded.
"You shoulda stayed with Susan. How can you beat regular pussy every night?"
"I got bored with her."
"Fuck me. He got bored." John said in disgust.
"You fuck her." Jeff offered.
"Anytime man."
"Know who I'd like to do?" Phil Edumd asked, dumping his stuff on the floor and opening his locker.
"No Phil, who'd you like to do?" Mark taunted.
"That Kelly girl, the new cheerleader."
"Shit, she's a fuckin' frosh. She's probably about fourteen." Mark complained.
"She's got the best fuckin' body in school man." Phil replied.
"No way."
"Uh huh."
"Donna Zachary's got the best bod." John said.
"She's okay."
"Know who's got a great little bod?" Steve said, sidling up to them. Mark, and Phil looked up at him.
"Your sister man. Paige." he smirked at Jeff. The others diplomatically didn't comment on that. Jeff looked up in irritation. Hunter was always trying to get a rise out of him.
"Fuck you man."
"No really. She's a nine easily, maybe more."
All of them analyzed the words carefully. According to the unwritten, but well known code, a guy would always put down his sister, especially a little sister, but nobody else could. On the other hand, there were certain things that couldn't be said in praise of a sister, by anyone.
Hunter hadn't said anything that was really out of line. He hadn't used the kind of descriptions that could be taken as hostile, yet. Sisters, even if you considered them pains in the ass, as Jeff did Paige, had to be defended from crude language, or else the brother risked being branded a wimp.
"She's got great hair, and a cute little face." Hunter continued, using up the only real bodily descriptions that didn't demand physical retaliation.
"She's smart too."
"She's a dumb little bitch." Jeff scowled.
"And she's got these nice, firm, round little titties." Hunter leered. Jeff's face went flat and he moved toward Hunter.
"Whoa, whoa! All right you guys hold it!" Mark interposed himself between them.
"You looking to die Hunter?" Jeff glared.
"Hey, what'd I say?" he shrugged.
"Get the fuck out of here Hunter, before we make you eat your own jockstrap." John barked. Jeff was trying to get around Mark, who kept shoving him back like the blocker he was.
"Not in here man, get him later. You fight in here, Coach will have to suspend you for a game." Phil hissed. Hunter sauntered away, rounding the corner of the lockers.
"What's with that little asshole?" He flared.
"I don't know. He's Pissed off at something."
"He's gonna be pissed off with a broken jaw the next time he opens his lip to me."
Allyson slid the panties down her legs and then kicked them off. She stood before the mirror naked, evaluating her figure. Not bad, she thought. It hardly looked like the body of a woman with two teenage kids.
She turned sideways to see herself in profile. Her breasts stuck out straight and proud on her chest, not sagging at all. She stood straight, pushing her chest out and running her hand down her chest and over her flat belly.
No, not bad at all. Almost unconsciously, her hand strayed lower, sliding down across her abdomen, and into the thin line of pubic hair at her crotch. God, it had been so long since she'd had a man, she sighed.
It wasn't like she didn't have offers aplenty. She had come to fear her own weakness around men though, to fear the way she let them dominate her life completely. She hadn't accepted many dates in the last few years, afraid of being used, and thrown aside again, as she'd been several times since Max's death.
Her hand slid lower, sliding between her legs and under her pubic mound. She cupped the soft, pliable material, pressing her fingers upward, and experiencing the sudden warm burst of sexual heat that swept through her as she did.
That was part of it, she knew. When it came to sex, she was easily used. She gave in to whatever men wanted, just to experience that hot, glowing burst of sensations from between her legs. Some of the things she'd allowed them to do could still make her blush when she thought about them.
She'd allowed herself to be drawn into one relationship that had gotten heavily into bondage and masochism, not really enjoying much of that, but unwilling to fight against it.
You're just weak willed, she sighed. She went over to the bed and sat on the edge, then lay back, her legs apart.
Her hand slid down between her legs again, her fingers sliding up and down her slit, feeling the warmth there. She could sense her body responding, feel the fluttering in her belly as her passions ignited.
She found her clit, and began rubbing it with her finger. She pulled her hand upward, slid the digit into her mouth, wetting it with her saliva. She eased it back against her clit, sliding it back and forth across the little hard bud.
She groaned audibly as the fluttering in her lower belly turned into hard, hot churning violence. Her hips bucked upward in response.
Her other hand slid up and down her belly, then moved upward to her breasts, sliding around and around her right nipple before seizing it between wet fingers and rubbing it back and forth.
Her breathing quickened and she felt the wetness begin to leak out of her slit, moistening the fingers working over it. Her ass ground into the bed, and her legs splayed far apart as she straightened two fingers and slid them deep into her hole.
She whined, feeling the heat building higher and higher inside her. Her clit was buzzing and burning as she pumped the fingers in and out of her slit, rubbing her thumb back and forth across the clitty as she did.
She arched her back, shoving her fingers hard into her pussy, and digging her thumb against the clit. She seized as much of her breast meat as she could in her other hand and squeezed, feeling hot, electric tension multiply inside her as she did so, feeling her warm, soft flesh oozing out between and around her small fingers.
She added a third finger to her slit, stabbing them in and out quickly now as her passion mounted. Her thumb dug deeply into her flesh as it rasped across her clitty. She kneaded, and squeezed her breast meat, mashing the spongy material, driving her whole body into a frenzy of lust.
Then her back arched once more, her chest going higher, her legs spreading wider. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth opened in a soundless cry of exultation. She came furiously, her vision spinning, blurring, her body jerking, and shuddering beneath the onslaught of orgiastic sensations.
Then she collapsed flat on the bed, her hands still, three fingers still buried in her twat. Her mind slowly calmed down, as her body cooled. Her breathing slowed, returned to normal. Her fingers pulled loose of her slit, her hand and arms dropping flat on the bed, straight out to either side of her weary body.
Jeff continued to squeeze the last of his sperm out the little hole at the tip of his cock. His body was still shivering with excitement as he watched his Mom's now unmoving form on the bed.
It was the most... the absolute best... His body trembled again, and he squeezed his softening prong.
He was in her closet, pressed against a crack between the door and the frame, not three feet behind her. He hadn't intended to see this, though he'd dreamed about it. He was simply looking through her closet when he'd heard her come down the hall. He'd jumped in and closed the door to avoid getting caught and having to think up excuses.
He hadn't believed his luck when she'd stripped and started looking at herself in the mirror. When she'd started playing with herself, he'd thought he'd been dreaming. His prick had bloated out instantly, and he'd come against the wall twice now.
He'd never thought of his Mom as having sexual thoughts. That was stupid, he now realized. She was still young, why shouldn't he. He'd thought about her as a kind of chaste little innocent. Now he wondered what else she did without him knowing. Did she meet men in bars and go home with them for the evening?
No. He shook his head. That was stupid. She was here every evening and every night. If she was having affairs, it was in the daytime. He didn't think so though.
His stupid fantasies about her took on new light to him with the realization that she like, craved sex, just as he did. If she wasn't getting any, maybe... maybe...
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