#Incest #Teen #Voyeur
While getting high on the roof fourteen year old Stan sees something he shouldn’t…
Stan lay in his bed, staring at the skylight above him. The pale glow of the last of the evening sun painted a square pattern on his bedroom wall, casting shadows from the tree branches that danced above in the light breeze.
He had noticed the skylight’s presence since they moved into the house a year ago, but had never paid it much mind. He stood on his desk chair and considered the possibility of a new, secret escape. If he could fit through it, the roof would be the perfect spot to get high, away the prying eyes of his parents.
Stan pushed the skylight open with a grunt, grabbed the edge of the frame and hoisted himself up. The sun was just setting, and the grit of the rooftop bit into his palms as he climbed through the opening. The skylight led out to small flat area hidden from the ground by the house’s gables.
He took a moment to catch his breath, feeling a pleased with himself as he surveyed his newfound domain. He lay back against the slate tiled slope of roof and sparked up a joint, taking a deep drag. The sweet, pungent smoke filled his lungs and he let it out in a contented sigh. This was going to be his little sanctuary.
As he smoked, he couldn’t help but notice that the skylight across from him, the one that belonged to his parents’ room, was slightly ajar. Curiosity piqued, Stan leaned over the edge, peering through the small gap.
Katie, his mother, lay on her back, her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo of gold. The light from the setting sun cast a warm glow over her, highlighting the contours of her body. At 36, she had managed to maintain her youthful figure, a testament to her dedication to yoga and a healthy lifestyle. Her slim waist curved gently into her full hips, and her large breasts, still firm despite giving birth to two children, rose and fell with each breath she took. The sight of her was mesmerizing to Stan, his heart pounding in his chest as he held his breath.
Her hand slid under the pillow, and she pulled out a large, black dildo, the size of which made Stan’s eyes widen. The toy was sleek and shiny, but realistically shaped, complete with viens and a mushroom head. Stan felt a surge o arousal as he watched her spread her legs and position the tip of the dildo at her fat pussy lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she bit her bottom lip, her face contorting in concentration, as she pushed it inside herself.
Stan’s cock grew as hard as iron, straining against the fabric of his jeans. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and he had to fight the urge to start wanking as he watched his mother’s face contort in pleasure. He had never seen a woman naked before in eal life. His hand instinctively moved down to grip his throbbing member, stroking it lightly through his jeans.
Katie began to move the dildo in and out of her pussy with more purpose now, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She worked the length of it in and out of herself, her hand moving faster and faster as she worked it deeper. Her eyes remained closed, and she didn’t know she had an audience.
Stan, his curiosity now a raging inferno, leaned closer, his heart racing. He could hear the wet squelching sounds of his mother’s pussy as the toy slid in and out. His mum’s moans grew louder, echoing through the night air, and he felt his own breath quicken with excitement. The sight was so arousing, so taboo, that he could hardly believe he was getting to watch it unfold before his very eyes.
Katie flipped over onto all fours, presenting her peachy ass to the heavens, or more accurately, to the skylight above. Stan’s eyes widened even further as he took in the spectacle. Her cheeks parted slightly, revealing the tight, pink bud of her anus. The large dildo remained lodged in her pussy, sticking out like a lewd flagpole, glistening with her juices. With one hand, she gripped the base of the toy inside her, keeping it in place, while the other hand delved into the drawer beside her bed.
The sound of a bottle cap popping echoed through the quiet evening air, and she coated her fingers with the cool lubricant. She took a moment to breathe deeply, her chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath, the dildo in her pussy moving slightly with each exhale. Then, with a deliberate, practiced motion, she inserted a slender finger into her anus, teasing the tight ring of muscle before adding a second. She moaned softly, her voice a low, guttural sound that sent a shiver down Stan’s spine.
Her hand returned to the bedside drawer and pulled out another dildo, smaller this time but still pretty big. She held it up to the light, examining it with a wicked smile before coating it with a generous amount of lube. She spread her cheeks apart, giving Stan an even better view of the pink, puckered hole that was about to be invaded. He could see the tension in her body as she began to push the smaller toy into herself, her breath catching in her throat.
A dildo in each hand, Katie worked them in and out of her ass and pussy alternately, creating a rhythm that was as mesmerizing as it was shocking. Stan watched in awe as she switched between the two, one sliding into her tight anus as the other retreated from her sopping wet pussy.
Her movements grew more frantic, her hips bucking in the air, the bed frame creaking in protest. Stan couldn’t resist any longer. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his stiff, teenage cock, glistening with pre-cum. He had never felt so aroused in his life, and the urge to wank was overpowering.
As he began to stroke himself, he watched as his mum’s hand reached back, playing with the base of the dildo in her pussy, her fingers moving in a circular motion. She was moaning louder now, the sound echoing through the room and into the night. Stan’s own hand moved faster on his cock, matching the tempo of the toys inside her. The sight of his mother’s ass in the air was too much to handle; he was on the edge of his own climax, his teenage hormones raging out of control.
Suddenly, Katie’s body tensed, and she let out a loud, guttural cry as she reached her peak. Her orgasm shook her, her whole body convulsing as she slammed the dildos into herself one last time. Her pussy spasmed around the thick shaft, juices spilling out around it as she came hard. The sound was like nothing Stan had ever heard before, a raw, primal expression of pleasure that seemed to fill the very air around him.
As Katie’s climax subsided, Stan couldn’t hold back any longer. With a gasp, he shot his load, thick ropes of cum arcing onto the roof, the last spurt falling through the open skylight and landing on the bedspread below. He watched in horror as his cum landed on his mum’s sheets, a few drops even landing on her upturned backside.
Panic set in, and he scrambled back from the skylight, his heart hammering in his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
As the peak of her orgasm subsided Katie felt something wet land on her bum. Startled, she pulled out both dildos with a wet pop and turned to see what had just hit her. The rapid removal making her asshole sting a little. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the sticky mess on the bedspread. She looked up to the skylight in confusion, but the only thing she saw was the dark sky above. She couldn’t imagine what had just happened. It didn’t look like rain. Maybe a bird? She wiped it of her bum and cautious sniffed it, it smelt like… cum.
Her mind raced as she realized the implications. Someone had been watching her, someone had cum on her. She felt violated, her private moment of pleasure now tainted by the intrusion. But who? The only person who had access to the roof was… Stan. Her heart sank as the reality of the situation hit her.
But the more she thought about it, the more a strange sense of arousal began to bubble up inside her. The thought of her own son watching her, getting off on her, was so wrong, so dirty… and yet it sent a thrill through her body. Her pussy was still quivering from her recent orgasm, and she found herself growing wetter at the thought of Stan’s eyes on her, his cock in his hand.
Katie picked up the black dildo again. This time, she couldn’t help but imagine it was her son’s cock instead, his youthful vigor pounding into her, filling her up. She had always had a thing for younger guys, but she had never thought to act on it with her own child.
The next morning, Stan crept downstairs for breakfast, his mind racing with thoughts of the night before. He had barely slept, his mind filled with images of his mother’s body and the fear that she had figured out what landed on her ass.
His mum was in the kitchen, dressed in a sheer, white nightie that left little to the imagination. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, standing erect like tiny pebbles, She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before darting away. Stan felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks, and he was sure she could see right through him.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Katie said, her voice a little too cheerful for this early in the morning. She turned back to the cooker, flipping a pancake with a practiced flick of her wrist. Stan took a seat at the kitchen counter, trying his best to act casual. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew. That she had seen him up there, watching her.
But she just hummed a tune as she worked, her movements graceful and fluid. She bent down to grab the syrup from the bottom shelf, and the nightie rode up, giving Stan a glimpse of her full, round bottom. Was that on purpose? He felt his cock stir, and he quickly shifted in his seat to hide his growing erection.
As she turned back to him, Katie’s eyes locked onto Stan’s crotch for a fraction of a second, and a knowing smile played on her lips. She had noticed. She had to have noticed. But she said nothing, continuing to serve up breakfast as if nothing was amiss.
Her actions grew more deliberate, more sensual. The way she swayed her hips as she moved around the kitchen, the way she leaned over the counter, giving him a clear view down her top. It was all so subtle, so calculated, that Stan couldn’t help but feel his cock swelling in his pajamas. Was she doing it on purpose? The thought made him even more aroused, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked, her voice concerned. “You look a little flushed.” She reaches over to feel his forehead, her hand lingering just a second longer than necessary.
“Your temperature seems fine. Do you want me to heat it up, sweetie? Like I did last night?” Katie said, tilting her head slightly, her gaze flicking down to his crotch.
Stan’s eyes widened, realizing she had seen his cum on the bedspread. He gulped down the lump in his throat. “Mum, I… I…,” he stuttered, his voice cracking with pubescent angst.
Katie stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to hide on the roof. I understand, teenage boys have needs,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement. Her touch was surprisingly comforting, and for a moment, Stan felt a weight lift from his chest.
Her hand slid down his arm, and she took a seat next to him on the stool, her legs open and her nightie riding up even higher. He couldn’t believe she knew, and even more so that she wasn’t scolding him. Instead, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “Mummy’s here to help,” she whispered, her voice thick with a seductive undertone that sent a shiver down his spine.
Her hand reached into his pajamas, and Stan’s heart skipped a beat. He watched in stunned silence as she wrapped her fingers around his hard cock, gently tugging it out into the open. She took it into her hand, stroking it with a firm but gentle touch. Her thumb rubbed circles around the head, smearing his precum around the tip.
“Mum,” he protested weakly, but she shushed him with a finger to his lips. “Shh, let mummy take care of it,” she murmured, her hand moving up and down his shaft. Despite the guilt and shock, Stan couldn’t help but respond to the sensation. His body was betraying him, his cock growing even harder in his mother’s grasp. He glanced around the kitchen, expecting to see his dad walk in any moment.
Katie noticed his nervousness and whispered reassuringly, “Don’t worry, your father’s out. It’s just us.” With that, she dropped to her knees before him, her eyes never leaving his. He watched, half-horrified and half-fascinated as she leaned in closer. He felt the warmth of her breath on his cock before she took him into her mouth, her plump, red lips wrapping around him.
Stan couldn’t believe it as his mum took him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her cheeks hollowing out with each eager suck. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body. Her hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as she sucked him off.
He looked down at her, his mother’s blonde hair falling around her face like a curtain as she bobbed up and down on his length. Her eyes were closed, lost in the moment, and the sight was so erotic, so wrong, but oh so right that he couldn’t help but moan. She took him deeper, her throat tightening around his shaft as she swallowed him whole, her hand still working his balls in a steady rhythm.
But Katie wasn’t content with just giving him pleasure; she wanted more for herself too. Her free hand slid up her thigh, under the sheer fabric of her nightie, and found her own pussy. Stan watched, transfixed, as she began to rub herself in time with her sucks. Her fingertips glided over her clit, and she gasped, the sound muffled by his cock. He could feel the vibrations of her pleasure resonating through his shaft, making him even harder.
Stan’s hand found its way into his mum’s hair, gently guiding her head as she continued to blow him. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but he didn’t want it to stop. Her mouth was like a warm, wet heaven, and he felt his orgasm building.
Katie looked up at him, her blue eyes meeting his with a mix of love and lust. She teased the tip and head of his cock with her tongue, tracing the slit before swirling around the sensitive ridge. Then she took him in deep again, her throat muscles massaging the head as she reached out with her wet tongue to tickle his balls. Stan’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he gripped her hair tighter, pushing her down slightly as he thrust into her mouth.
The tension built up in his balls, and with a guttural moan, he exploded, filling her mouth with ropes of thick, hot cum. She pulled back and the next few spurts hit her on the cheek, her hand moving fast on her own clit as she watched her son’s face contort with pleasure. Katie felt her own orgasm wash over her, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clenching around her fingers.
She sat back up on the chair next to him, wiping the cum off her cheek with the back of her hand, she brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted him, her eyes never leaving his. Stan was frozen, his cock still pulsing, watching as his mum did something so unbelievably dirty. She licked her fingers clean with a sultry smile, savoring the taste of his cum.
“Now go get ready for school, sweetie,” Katie said, her voice a little hoarse from the exertion. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean up here.” Stan nodded, unable to form words, and practically ran to the bathroom. He couldn’t believe what had just happened and wondered what his mum might do next.
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#Incest #Teen #Voyeur