"Get away from the window, Mom," Alice Moore's son Luke said in exasperation. "I swear, you're always watching the goddamn neighbors. You're turnin' into a real voyeur."
"Hush, I just need to see what's up next door." The five-foot-two single mother stood tip-toe atop a battered footlocker in the corner of her son's second-story bedroom, straining for a glimpse of the front of Kathy Hanley's house. The Hanley place was set well back from the wooded street, surrounded by shrubbery hedges that in Alice's opinion were overdue for a good trimming. Luke's window had the best view of the yard, but Alice still had to shove her head and shoulders outside and crane her neck to see anything.
"So what's the big deal? Mrs. Hanley strutting around out front in her bikini again? Lemme take a look. I crack a boner every time I see her."
Alice ignored Luke's provocation. He was getting worse by the day. A lot of it was her fault. She let him get away with too much. Far too much.
"Fine, go on and gawk," Luke said. " I'm getting' a good show this way. Stretch a little more. It lifts your ass up and makes your legs look great. Nice."
"What a thing to say to your mother!" Alice looked at him in dismay. Here it was almost noon. on a sunny Saturday in late April, yet Luke was still in bed--two pillows tucked under his head, one muscular leg dangling off the narrow mattress, and the top sheet pulled casually across his crotch.
Alice had thought he was still asleep when she'd crept into his room for a quick peek out the window. Otherwise, she told herself, she wouldn't have come in dressed as she was, in nothing more than frayed cut-off jeans and a white sports bra that barely restrained her large breasts.
The heat of a deep blush flooded Alice's cheeks as her son's frank gaze roamed her body. It was starting again--the thing that she'd so resisted.
"If you must know, Kathy has two men moving in with her," she said with as much indignation as she could muster for Luke's benefit. Best to distract him with gossip. "There's an old SUV in the driveway, and two guys who can't be more than twenty are unloading luggage."
"So? That's her business. Lady's been divorced for a couple of years. Why should she be all alone?"
"Oh, you--you just love the idea that your next-door neighbor is a whore. Men!" Alice stepped off the footlocker, stepping carefully past her son's bed. She needed to get to her own bedroom and lock the door while she piled on as many clothes as she could stand to wear in the warmth of early Spring.
Luke knew as well as she did that there was no chance of Kathy Hanley ever being lonely. The woman was a slut. An extraordinary, gorgeous blonde slut with huge tits and sleek legs that opened easily for any man. Her sexual appetite was unslakable. Her adulterous antics had become so brazen that no one in town had been surprised when her disgusted husband had finally left her. Instead, everyone wondered why he'd hung in for as long as he did.
In the years since the split, Kathy had pulled out all the stops. She was extremely popular with the men around town -- those she worked with as well as those she found in the bars that she prowled most evenings. The other wives in this sleepy little suburb had become suspicious of where their husbands went and what they did on their "guys' nights out."
Alice was especially horrified at Kathy's rapid degeneration. That was partly because she inevitably witnessed too much of what went on next door, but mostly because Kathy had once been her closest friend. Nowadays they barely nodded at one another as they came and went each day. Alice told herself that it was because Kathy was far too busy chasing every available cock to pay attention to anything or anyone else. The truth was that Alice felt a responsibility to withdraw and somehow shield her son from the clutches of the thirty-eight-year-old whore next door.
"You can stop wringin' your hands," Luke said, interrupting his mother's ruminations. "That's gotta be Carter's Jeep out there."
"Car--her son?"
"Uh-huh. Him and Dave are coming home to visit for a few weeks. He texted me on the way in last night. We're gettin' together this afternoon."
"Hmm. Never thought I'd see the day." Kathy's sons had gone to live with her ex-husband when he and his second wife had moved out of town. They'd both refused to have anything to do with their mother since then.
"So you can stop daydreaming about catching Mrs. Hanley gettin' pounded by a couple of young dudes."
Warmth suffused Alice's body at Luke's licentious talk. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing," she said, edging toward the bedroom door. "And it won't work this time."
"Yeah?" Luke abruptly sat up straight. The sheet slid down to his waist. Something stirred visibly between his thighs. He'd been sleeping naked again, damn him. With the sharp reflexes of youth, he stretched one long arm across the narrow space between his bed and the far wall, snagging his mother's wrist before she could react and yanking her toward him.
"Luke!" she yelped. "For God's sake, not again!"
Luke just laughed and pulled his mother into bed, dropping her on her ass between the wall and his lean, athletic body. Alice screwed her eyes shut tight.
"C'mon, Mom, we haven't had a play date in over a week." Alice wriggled and kicked in a now-familiar struggle against her son's greater weight and tremendous physical strength.
"It's not
right.
I've told you that!" She wedged the heels of her small hands against his broad chest and pushed uselessly against him. Her pulse pounded in her ears, but not from fear. She knew too well that this would end the same way it had ended half a dozen times before, and the excitement of those memories made her tremble all over.
"Just a little quality time," Luke teased, running his thick fingers through his mother's red curls. His dark eyes grew serious as he brought her face up to his and slipped his tongue into her gasping mouth.
Only a week? Why did it feel like so much longer since she'd last succumbed to this humiliating temptation? It couldn't be that she longed for Luke's aggressive sexual attention. No, it couldn't be that. What they were doing was utterly wicked and shameful--and with each repetition, they edged closer to the commission of unforgivable acts.
"OH!" Alice's breath caught in her throat as her thigh brushed against something warm and hard. She froze, her eyes flying open to see her son's cock rearing up from the tangle of wiry curls at his crotch. It was stiff and throbbing. It always seemed to be like that, no matter the time of day or whether he was asleep or awake.
She ceased her struggles, simply staring open-mouthed at her son's hard-on. He chuckled and took her by the wrist again, more gently this time. Guiding her hand to his prick, he said, "Here you go, Mom. All yours."
She couldn't resist trailing her fingertips across his cock-knob. It leaped slightly at her touch. Luke's cock was the most beautiful she had ever seen. It was so long and gracefully curved, and as big around as her forearm. The shaft was crisscrossed by thick veins and capped by a big, wedge-shaped crimson head.
She cupped her fingers and slid her hand lightly along his cock. "You're s-so big," she breathed, as if she'd never seen her sexually-mature son's cock before. But of course she had, too many times.
