of his girlfriends. Oh, of course it wasn't possible, but what harm was there in thinking about it? How could she help it? With a boy like Clay around the house, how could she help thinking about fucking him?
You're a naughty girl, Barbara. Not a girl anymore, but a woman. With a grown son. With a handsome grown son.
They finally arrived home. She had a drink and a bath. They had an uneventful diner, then they watched a television show together. Early in the evening, she said she was turning in.
'Too busy today. I need to get into bed and relax,' she said.
'Go on, Mom. I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher.'
'You're a honey. Just a kiss, and I'm off to
bed.'
She went to her bedroom and closed the door. She tossed her robe away and walked naked into the bathroom. She posed in front of the mirror, turning right and left, studying her figure. Her body was holding out. Her tits and ass were still good. She was restless. She pulled at her nipples with her fingers. Then she squeezed out some lotion on her palms and rubbed it over her tits. She knew she was turning herself on. Playing with her tits always excited her. She was still horny.
A quick fuck was never enough for her. She'd fucked a boy at six o'clock, and now she was horny all over again. She'd have to masturbate in order to relax. She never had qualms about finger-fucking. She liked her body and she liked the pleasure it gave her. She hated people who disliked sex. They were dried-up like prunes. Sex was healthy. She decided that tonight she would use her vibrator. The big whammy. She never failed to get off with that machine.
She made herself ready for it. She brought the vibrator into the bathroom and cleaned the rubber head. Then she took the baby oil out of the medicine cabinet and brought it to the bed. Before long, she was on the bed with her knees up and the vibrator plugged in. She waited. Let
the anticipation build a bit. She toyed with her nipples. She spread her cuntlips apart to look at her clit. She opened her legs. She could see herself in the mirror opposite the bed. A woman with a dark hairy cunt. Attractive? She was still something to look at.
Now she oiled her cunt with the baby oil, squeezing the plastic bottle to get the oil between her cuntlips. She put the oil away and turned the vibrator on. She pushed the big round head against her cunt hole and groaned.
The head was too big to fit inside, but the top of it just grazed her clit when she held it this way. It was wonderful. Right on the button. Something pushing at the mouth of her cunt hole, and that lovely buzzing on her clit.
The first orgasm occurred quickly. She put the vibrator away to rest a moment. She picked up a magazine and started turning the pages. Then she put the magazine down. She was too restless. She glanced at her image in the mirror. What do you want, Barbara? What does anyone want?
She opened her legs. Her cunt showed as a dark trench in the mirror. She debated with herself about how many more orgasms she would have. She could come over and over again with the vibrator. She thought she looked
so wanton in the mirror. She was still a good-looking woman. But at the moment, she looked like a horny slut. Her legs wide open, her cunt exposed.
She picked up the vibrator again. She turned it on and pressed it against her open cunt. Oh, dear God, it was good! She came in a rush. She kept the head pushing against her pussy. She had two orgasms in a row, and she told herself she had to quit soon. She'd make a wreck out of herself with the damn vibrator. She turned it off and put it down on the bed beside her.
Then suddenly she heard a noise on the terrace. Or she thought she heard a noise. Was it Clay? He was never on the terrace at night. No, it couldn't be him. She noticed the shade was up an inch or two. She was amused.
Maybe Clay was peeping at her.
No, that was crazy. Clay wouldn't do that. Then she amused herself by imagining it. Suppose he was out there spying on her. He could see everything. She avoided looking at the window again. She looked at the mirror in front of her, instead. She imagined Clay was on the terrace. She turned a bit so that he might see her cunt better. The whole thing was stupid, because he certainly wasn't out there. Maybe the noise had been a bird or something. Sometimes
they had pigeons on the terrace.
She continued to pretend Clay was watching her. The idea of it turned her on. She would give him a show. She picked up the vibrator again and turned it on. She put the head of the vibrator directly on her clit. Bingo, there it wad She threw her head back as the climax hit her. She slid a hand down under her ass and found her asshole with a fingertip. The baby oil had gone everywhere. She had no trouble getting her finger in her ass. Then she used two fingers of the same hand in her cunt. She finger-fucked both holes at the same time while she had the vibrator on her clit. It was wild. She came two more times. Her cunt was flooded with juice.
She put the vibrator aside. She kept her fingers in her cunt and ass, and she used the other hand to spread her cunt juice over her nipples. Finally she came again, this time using her fingers, pinching her clit. tugging at it until she brought herself off.
She heard the noise again. Now she looked. She went stone cold. There was a face out there. Clay's face! Then it was gone. He'd seen everything.
She fell back on the bed. She looked at the window again, but there was nothing but darkness. Had she really seen him? She was certain
of it. It Was Clay. They were ten stories off the ground, and it couldn't be anyone else.
She picked up the vibrator again. Now she was really hot, thinking about Clay watching her. She turned the vibrator on and had a big one. Big and fast and hard.
She suddenly heard a crash in his room. He'd stumbled over something. Maybe after climbing in from the terrace. She was certain now he'd been out there all along, watching her. And how many nights before this? There wasn't anything he hadn't seen. She liked to masturbate with the lights on. She liked to watch herself in the mirror opposite the bed.
The little bastard! She was shocked that he'd been spying on her. Then the excitement of it hit her again.
After a while, she put her robe on. She left her room and walked down the hall to Clay's door. She hesitated a moment. She could forget it. She could pretend it hadn't happened.
No, she couldn't do that. She knocked on his door.
'Clay? I think there's something we have to talk about.'
CHAPTER FOUR
They sat facing each other in the living room. Barbara had called him out of his room to talk about his spying on her. She brought him to the living room. He'd already admitted the spying. She could feel the tension between them. She didn't want to be too harsh with him. She did love him. It was awful for him to Spy on ha, but what good would it do to start a war over it? She had to use some intelligence about this. They depended on each other for their happiness.
She had to be careful.
He seemed terribly upset that she'd discovered him. She tried not to appear angry.
'Honey, how long has it been going on?' she asked.
He looked sheepish. 'About a month.' 'Oh, God.'
'I'm sorry, Mom.'
'I promise I'll try to understand it.' 'I don't know if I understand it, myself.' She still felt the shock of it. It was one thing to tell herself she had to understand it, but she was still shocked by it. All those nights when he'd spied on her. The things she did on her bed. Her nakedness.
'Tell me why,' she said.
'I don't know why. I couldn't help it. I just wanted to, and I did it.'
