Chapter 7

Susan and Nate read together every night after that. She brought my hot toddy every night before going to bed and I slipped my hand inside her skirt as soon as she sat down. Susan didn’t object. In fact, she shifted her weight and opened her legs to better accommodate me.

Things were going well with Nate. She told me how they were having quality time every night, just reading and being together, without the need to talk much but she was confident the danger of his succumbing to the enticements of the gangs was rapidly diminishing. Susan didn’t mention that she was sucking her son’s cock every night and it surprised me that she played shy with me.

“Are you providing much in the way of encouragement to keep him on this track?” I prodded, hoping that Susan would confide in me.

I would have loved to hear what had gone through her mind when Nate’s long cock first pushed into her mouth, and what she had thought after the initial pause when he held her head and began pumping it in an out.

“A little,” she admitted. “I found a peephole in his closet. Was it always there, or do you think he made it?”

“No, it was always there. I think my father made it.”

“Your father? Really? To watch you and your mother? You never said anything about that.”

“I think he made it when he was young, to watch his mother. Nate just found it, I guess.”

“It looks new.”

I offered no further explanation.

“Anyway, I’ve been taking my time undressing. It’s kind of exciting knowing somebody’s watching.”

I noted that Susan didn’t specifically identify Nate as her peeper.

“I strike all sorts of silly poses I wouldn’t normally adopt. It’s ridiculous, really. He probably isn’t even looking.”

“He’s looking.”

“How do you know?”

“I just know. Nate loves you, why wouldn’t he love looking at you?”

“I know that, but not in that way, I don’t think.”

I couldn’t figure out why Susan was playing this game, with me of all people.

“He loves you many ways, or at least, he would if you’d let him. Women don’t realize how much men like to look at them, especially when they don’t know they’re being watched. And your mother is a very special woman.”

“I’m just going to provide encouragement, on your advice, until he’s safe.”

“That’s good, Susan, but remember that a taste isn’t enough. It’s worse than if it hadn’t been offered in the first place.”

“Hmmm. I see what you mean. I’ll keep that in mind, Warren. You’re the expert,” she laughed.

My fingertips had been brushing Susan’s panties but now they pushed them aside and slid into her slick pussy which was already much wetter than usual. She shifted her weight forward and two fingers pushed all the way in.

“I’ve been thinking about wearing a revealing nightgown that will show a lot of my breasts,” she confided. “Do you think he’d enjoy that?”

I almost laughed out loud. Susan knew my background and still she didn’t want anyone to know what she was really doing with her son. She had sucked his cock for three nights in a row and she was pretending with me that she might wear a low-cut nightgown that would show off her breasts. It seemed utterly ridiculous but I played along.

“I think that’s an excellent idea but make sure you wear something that will show their shape and, best of all, let him see your nipples. He’ll love that.”

“You think so?” Susan was very excited and not just by the fingers exploring her cunt.

I knew that the thought of her body exciting her son was far more titillating than anything I could do to her. She may not have realized it but she was already beyond stopping. I had three fingers inside her. My pinky was sliding down to her pucker and my thumb brushed across her clit. Abruptly, she pulled back and my hand slid out to her knees.

“I better go,” she gasped. “He’s getting more impatient every night.”

Susan left and made sure that my door was closed. I got out of bed and turned out my light. I let ten minutes pass, knowing Susan was giving her son an excellent show. Then, Nate passed by my room. I listened for the click of Susan’s bedroom door, then hurried to Nate’s room, and the peephole.

He was already lying on the bed beside his mother, reading, or pretending to. She was lying on her back, propped up at about a forty degree angle, and looking at the tent in her son’s pyjamas. He must have arrived hard, probably because she had put on a pretty good show.

Susan was playing with her nightgown which was a two-part affair, a sleeveless undergarment and a flimsy jacket. Both were made of a delicate, see-through material that did little to disguise the charms they were meant to conceal. Susan had nice tits and if that wasn’t already obvious to her son it was when she pushed the outer garment to the sides leaving the inner one clinging to her full nipples and barely covering anything else. She did not look like a reluctant woman.

Nate seemed oblivious to the show his mother was putting on but his cock kept lurching against his pyjamas until it burst though the front access hole. Susan smiled but said nothing. I knew the waiting game was on, each wanting the other to make the first move. I had watched it now for three nights and it was always exciting even though not much happened. Nate had won every night but even though his mother leaned over to take him into her mouth, she still insisted on not moving, forcing him to make her mouth move over his cock. I guess she thought she was offering to satisfy his needs but not pushing herself upon him. It was all his doing.

Long after the ten to fifteen minutes it usually took for Susan to lean over her son’s cock, she was still lying back and fussing with her nightgown. The inner garment was still clinging to her nipples but Susan was continually lifting and nudging her breasts and arching her back to make her nipples protrude through the see-through nightgown. Twenty minutes, and then another two, three...

“Jesus!”

Nate flung his magazine to the side and lurched over, straddling his mother’s torso. He spread the inner nightgown apart baring Susan’s breasts and pushed them together with his own hands. He released them long enough to lean over so he could capture his cock between her globes and started sliding it between her tits.

After a dozen or so strokes Nate stopped and rose up on his knees to push his pyjamas down but failed in his haste. Susan took on the job as he drooled saliva between her breasts. As soon as his shorts were down she lifted her breasts into position and folded them around his cock when he slid it forward. Nate grabbed her head and tilted her face forward so the tip of his cock pressed against her lips. On the third stroke it pierced through and within a dozen strokes Nate abandoned his mother’s tits and pushed his cock deeper into her face.

I watched, fascinated by the slow strokes of Nate’s long cock in and out of his mother’s mouth. He also seemed captivated by his member’s plunging disappearance into and emergence from his mother’s face. His strokes were so slow I could see Susan’s lower lip bend inwards and then drag outward. Sometimes, Nate pulled out so far that her lips almost closed, the helmet emerging from her mouth and sliding down to the point of the tip, until their eyes sparkled together and he pushed back in. They were playing!

After a while, Nate shifted forward, lifting himself up onto his right foot so he could angle his cock downward to gain deeper access. He proceeded very carefully at this point and, for the first time, Susan’s hand rose to rest upon her son’s forearm. Single strokes of very short duration and extent followed until Susan’s hand dropped away. Nate lowered his body and his cock disappeared into his mother’s mouth until his balls rested on her chin. His hand dropped to her throat and stayed there as he pulled his cock all the way out.

The tip came completely clear of Susan’s mouth, dripping thick saliva back into the source, and then dropped majestically into the abyss. Nate’s hand pulled away from her throat and he leaned to the side so he could see it swell as his cock filled it. Again, his balls spread out on his mother’s chin and this time he stayed plugged in a few seconds longer. When he pulled out, Susan coughed and a longer stream of saliva dripped off the tip of his cock before he reinserted it into her mouth.

Susan only had to lift her hand twice in the next ten minutes as she deep-throated her son. Each time, he reinserted himself more gently but in general his strokes became more frequent and stayed inside her mouth longer. At last, he arched his back and tossed his head back, crying out as he came, unloading a torrent of cum in his mother’s mouth and, when he finally pulled his cock out, a blast and then another and another on her face.

Nate stumbled away then, toward me, and passed out of my line of sight to the bathroom to the right. I was sure he was going to get a warm, wet facecloth to clean his mother’s face. Susan had turned her head toward me, presumably to watch for her son’s return. But Nate didn’t come back for a long time and in the interim I realized Susan wasn’t looking at the bathroom but was looking directly at the barometer, at me, or rather, where I was behind the peephole.

I sucked in my breath. Could she see me? Of course not. She was simply looking along the line of sight that was comfortable for the way her head was lying. That her gaze fell upon the peephole’s location was purely coincidental because it couldn’t be seen from more than a few inches away. Still it was uncanny.

Recovering from the initial shock I reassessed that conclusion. Both Grandma and Mom had looked the same way as if they were aware of being watched. It was just a coincidence because anyone lying on the bed looking this way would follow that line of sight.

And then Susan smiled, her eyes sparkling amid the cum drying on her face, and blew me a kiss! I pulled my head back in shock and Susan laughed. Nate reappeared, completely naked, and returned to the bed.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Susan replied.

Nate stripped the covers away from his mother’s body.

“Could you please bring me a warm facecloth?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Nate disappeared again and, as if to assure me that I wasn’t mistaken, Susan fixed her gaze upon the peephole and smiled again. I knew then that Susan had interpreted my stories correctly, realizing before I did myself that both Grandma and Mom knew they were being watched as they fucked their sons. I was blown away.

She blew another silent kiss and turned to smile at her son. “Thank you,” she said, accepting the cloth.

While Susan wiped her face, Nate grasped lifted her feet, pushed them toward her to bend her knees, and spread them apart. It was a utilitarian act but his mother offered no resistance. Nate waited patiently until she finished wiping her face and tossed the cloth to the side. She looked her son in the eye and then lowered her gaze to his cock which was poised between her open legs. Nate wasn’t asking and she wasn’t denying but they stayed in that position for some time with his semi-hard cock dangling above but not touching her creaming pussy.

As I watched, a strange phenomenon began to unfold. A bluish light flickered around Nate’s cock and as I squinted to improve the acuity of my vision, my viewpoint abruptly changed perspective. Nate’s cock now appeared as if I was looking at it from Susan’s vantage point. The blue light swirled around his cock and congealed into an aura that amplified its girth. I blinked and took a second look but the aura and the out-of-body perspective remained. Through Susan’s eyes Nate’s cock was thicker and appeared almost magical. I sensed its power and magnetic attraction and opened my, or rather Susan’s, legs open wider as the thrill of expectation coursed through my veins.

My viewpoint suddenly reverted to the peephole just as Nate’s cock slid into his mother’s cunt. Her head arched back and her face screwed up in exquisite joy, matching a similar expression on her son’s face. The first entry, the first slide through his mother’s palpitating walls, the first traverse of her sinewy, slippery, clasping sheath.

When his balls slapped onto Susan’s ass Nate froze and I knew that he was, as I had been so many years ago, loathe to draw his cock out of that blissful, maternal cavern, the most welcoming scabbard in which his cock would ever reside. But then the overpowering urge to replay that blissful entry pulled Nate’s hips back for the second plunge into the most exquisite cunt on the planet, his mother’s.

Soon, Nate was rising and falling regularly, each time pulling his cock almost all the way out and then plunging it all the way back in. I was surprised to see the blue aura still attached to his cock, bathing the room in an eerie light even though the lights were still on.

As the lovers coupled, slowly gaining momentum, other coloured lights began darting around the room. They zoomed about, one pair swirling about each other while a third was repeatedly rebuffed. A fourth hovered above, appearing aloof and elegant, then circled around the heads of the lovers to form a pink halo. As they neared orgasm the pink light flickered and spun faster. When their arched necks signaled the first throes of orgasm, it tore away from its orbit and bolted straight for me. I stepped back, instinctively blocking the peephole with my hand but the light poured through my fingers and streamed past my face and curled down my body.

I looked down and was shocked to see a green glow adhering to my cock which had been hard and in my hand from the moment Nate had straddled his mother. Like the blue light that had swirled around Nate’s appendage, the green glow made my cock appear thicker than it really was, turning it into a more virile weapon I had ever knowingly possessed.

The pink light slithered around my body and my cock crystallized into the hardest boner ever. All my nerves tingled intensely and the first orgasm I had experienced in years surged through my balls and bubbled up my shaft. That’s when my heart seized. One hand clutched my breast and the other held fast on my cock.

“Mom!” I cried.

And died.

I winked in and out of consciousness. At least, that’s how I interpreted what was happening. I don’t know how much time had passed for I didn’t have much of a handle on my new existence, such as it was. In those early times I was only ‘conscious’ when Susan and Nate were having sex which was fairly often but I had the sense that a lot of time had passed before I was able to conjugate for the first time.

Nate was crouching over his mother’s bent back haunches, squatting on his feet and feeding his cock, still wrapped in that mysterious blue light, into her pussy. The strange dark cloud hung back in the corner but the other coloured lights had already started their dance, a slow mixture that would climb in intensity until it would be hard to separate the distinct colours. I later learned to recognize the loner as my grandfather and the dancing couple as my father and grandmother. The enigmatic pink fluorescence I knew from my first ‘awakening’ was, of course, Mom.

I approached but she withdrew, though not too far. I chased and almost caught her, pursued and melded briefly, but she escaped again. Faster and faster I zipped, curled around, caught her and was given the slip, then captured her again, slithering alongside, joining, rubbing and flowing, whirling around, zooming into a circle, united, above the lovers coupling beneath us. Watching them, remembering the years of bliss we shared for so many years, feeling happy for them but sad that they wouldn’t know how much better it coud be, as we had been experiencing for—how long?—time had no meaning anymore.

Join them?

It was like my own thought but I knew the suggested was Mom’s.

How?

Mom closed the gap between us and we filtered down upon the loving couple. Mom ‘informed’ me we were going to impart the tiniest bit of our glory to heighten their pleasure.

I was looking down, crouched over a more mature Susan lying with legs spread beneath me. My hips moved and I closed my ‘eyes’ as my cock penetrated her, the joy of slithering through her sheath nearly bursting me apart. I hadn’t felt such ‘physical’ joy since the last time I had coupled with my mother, the only woman I had ever had. I jerked my eyes open and realized I was looking through Nate’s eyes. The woman beneath me acquired a pink glow and though it was Susan’s face I knew it was Mom urging her pussy up to envelop my thrusting cock. Her head tilted back and she laughed, a throaty gurgle that turned into an abandoned moan. It had been so long, so very, very long.

The bodies we commandeered served our purpose without ever knowing of their use. Their actions occurred partly of their own volition and partly by our ‘suggestion’. In fact, they were borrowed more than used, and were appreciated beyond ordinary comprehension. I also knew that the colourful couple swirling about us had once enjoyed Mom and I in the same way and had allowed us to unknowingly share their incorporeal coupling.

We blended hues, strained to the point of dissipation before snapping back, time and time again and then, finally, shredded apart, individual flickers fluttering to the far corners of the room and beyond. When it seemed that the intensity of our orgasm had actually destroyed us, eliminating our immortal souls, we began drawing together, slowly congealing back to our distinct, personal colours.