Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2023 12:23:06 +1100 From: L.T. Hardy Subject: 'Spying on Evan's Mum' Karen At 13 years old I was your typical adolescent teenage boy getting up to mischief, kicking the footy around, riding my bike. I lived in the suburbs, went to the local public school, and listened to Nirvana. Hormones raged through my constantly changing body. Girls were the perfect mystery, a new fantasy that made my mind tingle. I'd started masturbating six months earlier. I had a modest stash of naughty magazines under my bed and although I felt nervous and anxious about what I was doing, the thrill of exploring this new world was intoxicating. Video games were huge too. It was always fun getting through all the levels of a game. Saturday night sleep overs were big game nights. It was one such sleepover at Evan's house that changed everything. A night of sexual awakening, experimenting, exploring and pleasure. Evan was a good mate. We did heaps together. Bikes, footy, fishing. We were very similar young fellas with an appetite for adventure. Both skinny, smaller framed kids, medium height, good looking young teenage boys. The girls liked us, and we liked them. Evan was a little more confident than I was around the girls, but we talked about them all the time and we had even started "interacting" with them on 1 or 2 lucky occasions. He was a smooth talking, cool and charming kid with a rebellious streak. I on the other hand was a little more reserved, a little shy. When we were hanging out, Evan was generally calling the shots and I was happy to be the cool quiet kid that was up for whatever was going. Most weekends involved a sleepover at one of our houses and I was beginning to really favor sleep overs at Evans place. The reason being... I was crushing hard on his Mum, Karen. Ah Karen. Karen was thirty-eight and she was an absolute knock out! Dripping in sex. To a thirteen-year-old boy overdosing on hormones she was better than any pin up girl, any pop star. She was real, right in front of me and she talked to me, she knew my name. It was like having my own personal Sharon Stone in the flesh. It was the 90's and Karen's look could be described as a late 80's hang over mixed with early 90's power woman. She was still absolutely smashing the high waist, skintight, denim with slicked back frosted peroxide blonde hair. She had an hourglass figure with wide hips and a large backside that curved seductively. I would jokingly share these observations with Evan more and more. We had made a bit of fun out of it. Kinda stirring each other. Things like, asking him to set me up with his mum or asking if Karen will be home when an invitation was extended back to his place after school. Strangely, Evan knew his mum was hot. Guys at school ragged on him about it. It didn't seem to bother him. He'd laugh it off and respond by giving the perpetrator (usually me) a punch in the arm. All in fun. There was a part of me that did wonder if Evan had a sense of pride over his Mum's beauty. Even now, thinking back, he may have even found her attractive too. I gave him a bit of slack about it really. At thirteen, my hormones were all over the shop and I had even found myself checking out my own step mum from time to time. If he was checking out his mum or getting off on the situation in anyway, I got it. A Saturday night at Evan's house was now a regular occurrence for me. Pizza, video games and perving on Karen. One Saturday night, I was pumped for a big Donkey Kong marathon. Tonight was the night that we would finally clock it. At the dinner table, over a slice of Pizza Hut's finest Hawaiian, I learnt that Karen's new boyfriend, Jay was coming over later and that we needed to be in bed at a decent hour. "Before midnight" Karen said looking quite sternly at the two of us with a smile in the corner of her mouth and slightly raised eyebrows. Karen could sometimes be a little bit cold and hard, but I never ever heard her raise her voice. She generally let Evan do whatever he wanted so long as he didn't get into too much trouble. With me she was always a bit distant, never cruel, or harsh. Just never overly warm. Sometimes I felt like she knew I had a massive crush on her and so in hindsight she was probably just protecting me and making sure I knew that she was the adult, and I was the kid. It surprised me to learn that Karen's new boyfriend was only twenty-two. Twenty-two seemed super old to me, but also super young for Karen. Jay was only nine years older than me. `Maybe in a few footy seasons I'd be a chance' I thought to myself. As I negotiated my ham and pineapple, I got the impression that Karen was feeling slightly anxious and maybe even a little excited. She was certainly in a good mood, though perhaps a little agitated that Evan and I were around. After several levels passed and hundreds of barrels thrown in the world of Donkey Kong, a very abrupt "teeth and bed boys" came thundering down the hall, to the back of the house from the kitchen. Evan's bedroom was at the very back of the house. Karen's room was right at the front. A teenage boy's bedroom is a glorious thing, Evan's was no exception. Above his bed was a poster of Pamela Anderson in her all her Baywatch glory. Lego was still centre piece on the top of the bookshelf, footy cards were scattered all over the carpet and a TV with several video game consoles was positioned in the corner at the end of the queen size waterbed inherited from Karen a few months earlier. A teenage boy's dream room. Karen came in and started organizing my bedding on the floor next to Evan's bed. She'd just had a shower and had changed into a robe. An incredibly short silk robe that barely contained her ample bottom. As she was rolling out my mattress and sleeping bag, she bent over in front of me. I froze. Her robe slipped upwards presenting her thighs, plump and thick and smooth. They sat perfectly below the fold of her ass cheeks. The two large, round cheeks curved dangerously close, astutely lifting the hem of her robe higher the further she bent down. Before I had even realized what had just happened, Karen had turned around, put her hand on my head and with a cheeky, knowing smile, said "goodnight, Lee". I jumped under the covers as quickly as I could with the hope of hiding the massive bulge that had formed in my briefs. There is no hiding an erection in briefs. Karen was being polite. She knew that I had seen her and thinking back now, she was chuffed that she could still create such a reaction from a young impressionable boy. Or maybe it was that she was impressed, though I'll never know for sure. At thirteen I was becoming quite fond of my penis. It seemed very large to me, and I felt a quiet confidence every time I looked at myself in the mirror. Evan came bounding in from the bathroom and jumped into bed with a wobble and a splash, as he mounted the waterbed and pulled the covers up. Karen turned the lights out. `Goodnight, Boys' she said closing the door with a curious smile and a knowing look. Now it is just a given that with any sleepover involving teenagers, there is a standard 30 minutes of talking shit before eyes close and wet dreams begin. Evan and I were no different, though our topics of discussion were evolving. Footy cards had been replaced with who had been drunk before and video games were being replaced by the subject of how far we'd gone with a girl before. Our thirty minutes started not unlike any other sleepover at Evan's house, though it quickly changed when silence fell on the room for a moment before Evan remarked "You've got a big dick man". My initial reaction was one of embarrassment. I did not embarrass well. After I had processed what Evan had just said I awkwardly laughed it off and gave Evan a whack with my pillow. There wasn't much I could do now. Karen had seen my erection under my briefs and Evan had too. After half an hour chatting, we heard "go to sleep boys" from the other end of the house. Another voice was there too. Jay had just arrived. We finally settled and silence fell on the room. The conversation then went to the exact topic I wanted to discuss the most, Karen. With her new boyfriend making himself at home at the other end of the house we started talking about the two of them. Karen's boyfriends were frequent and short lived. She seemed happily unattached to most of the guys that I had met. Evan seemed to like this new guy but was in acceptance that he'd probably be replaced in due course. My teenage mind was swelling with thoughts of Karen, using up all these young guys for her own pleasure. The more we spoke about Karen, the more the lump in my throat grew and the front of my briefs grew, and I became really antsy and fidgety in my sleeping bag. I found my hands resting over my penis and the sensation of the cotton rubbing against my skin felt incredible. I would even occasionally tease the head of my penis and slowly pull the skin back and forth as we discussed Karen and the young men that she was clearly using for her own sexual gratification. It suddenly dawned on me that this is what being horny feels like. A sense that you would do anything to get some relief. The room also felt different, an energy in the air was now definitely present. Was Evan horny too? I couldn't work it out, but I could tell that the blood was pumping through both of us. I was on a massive sexual high. With my hand resting on my penis and my mind floating away I heard a strange noise coming from the other end of the house. A light thudding sound and the faintest hint of a woman moaning. I assumed it was the TV. Then Evan whispered, "Ssh, can you hear that"? I heard the question, but my brain was in a fog. The blood must have made its way directly towards my penis as I instantly felt a throbbing pulse moving from my stomach down to my groin. Evan slipped back his covers and made his way to the door. In the faint light of the room, I caught a glimpse of a bulge in the front of his briefs. For some reason I was impressed, and the sight of his bulge made me feel excited. As he stood in the doorway, his skinny adolescent body looked ready for anything. His shoulders were almost starting to broaden and the v line from his slim little stomach down to his groin was already prominent. His thighs were skinny, and his buttocks were small and tight. Ever so gently, Evan turned the handle and slowly pulled it open. A streak of pale blue light crept into the room. With a hand over his now very visible bulge, Evan looked at me with a wicked smile and said, "Come on". `Where are you going'? I heard myself ask. `Come on, follow me' Evan said. I pulled my sleeping bag back and stood up. Evan slyly glanced over my crotch, his eyes rested there for only a moment, but he didn't say anything. He checked the hallway, and we made our way towards the Kitchen. A woman's moaning voice, low and faint, floated down the hallway from the far end of the house. As we moved closer, I could tell it was coming from Karen's room. It was Karen's voice. I had never heard anything like it. The moans weren't loud or intense, they weren't moans of someone in pain. They were light, soft, faint like bursts of breath. They were sounds of pleasure escaping her body. As we moved through the kitchen the moonlight sneaking in through the windows made everything a little clearer. Every step was carefully planned and executed in silence. Evan's briefs were pulled straight across the back of his ass cheeks and were rising slightly up into the crack of his bottom. A large, long trunk-like shape bulged between his legs, pointing frontwards. The briefs were the only thing containing the monster. My briefs too were only just containing my package. My embarrassment now waning as the thrill of the moment took over. Beyond the kitchen lay the lounge room and to the right of the hallway was Karen's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and a flickering low light was peeking its way through as Evan put his hand out behind himself, signaling me to stop. I clumsily stumbled straight into him. His hand and forearm collected my penis as the rest of my body followed. Before I knew it, we were skin to skin and my front was pressing straight into Evan's backside. I could feel his cheeks against my bulging briefs as my penis met his bottom. We looked at each other and smiled, trying not to laugh. I covered my mouth with my hand to ensure nothing came out. We collected ourselves. Karens moans became clearer as we inched towards the door. I could hear bed sheets rustling. The sound of an irregular thudding against the wall echoed out into the darkness of the hallway. A distinct slapping sound cracked through the frantic energy in the air. Evan lay down on the carpet and crept his way to the door frame. He poked his head in between the gap where the door was ajar. He ever so slightly pushed the door a fraction further and repositioned himself. He lay there for about a minute before slowly making his way back along the carpet. He stood up and looked at me with a huge smile on his face. "Ok" he whispered, "just do exactly what I just did. Creep along until you get close enough to poke your head in". I took a deep breath and got down on the carpet. I crawled along as silently and as slowly as I could. The anticipation was immense. I peered around the open doorway to see an extraordinary scene. Karen was sitting on top of her young lover; her back was arched with one hand resting on his chest, the other stretched out behind her clenching a fistful of bed sheets. She was grinding back and forth on Jay's massive penis that appeared to be impaling her. I could see her buttocks compress and spread and part with each grinding motion. Little dimples and imperfections would appear as Karen rolled herself forward then back over the man's middle. Her hips and bottom mesmerized me. Her legs lay either side of his muscular, athletic body. Jays large, strong hands firmly gripped Karen's waist, pulling and clenching Karen closer to him. Karen's bottom was large compared to the young man's thighs. Both of her cheeks spilled over the tops of his muscular legs as she slowed her pace. She was now leaning forward over him, and she kissed him softly and gently. Her heavy breathing slowed as she collected herself. Her hips and bottom maintained a slow steady rolling rhythm as the lovers looked into each other's eyes, lost in lust and complete desire. Karen kissed him again and smiled devilishly, lifting herself up to reposition her legs. Her feet were now planted on the mattress with her legs squatting over Jays body revealing the young man's massive erect penis. He grabbed her waist and began thrusting himself up inside her with an absolute onslaught of force and power. Heavy pounding from underneath sent electricity flying through the room. I hadn't noticed but Evan now lay next to me, peering over my head through the gap in the doorway. The raw power and strength coming from the young man was almost violent. As Karen hovered over the man's manic thrusting penis, she hunched forward with her neck arched back and her arms holding his shoulders. As Jay unleashed relentless upwards movements into Karens accepting body, she reached behind her, gripping Jays thighs. She was held there in mid flight with every breath pounded out of her body. Breathing was now a struggle for her. Jay was taking oxygen directly out of her lungs. Karen could do nothing except hold on and accept the abuse. The slapping between their thighs was echoing out into the lounge room and Karen's Moans, when found, were now alarming. Every sound that came out of her body was a pleading, begging cry for more. For more of him. For him to go deeper inside her. For harder, faster thrusts. For her pleasure. For it to never stop. I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the signal to retreat before it was too late. Evan crawled backwards. I slowly followed him along the carpeted hallway and slowly lifted myself up. Evan was smiling and gesturing back towards the kitchen. He turned and started to creep down the hallway. I began to follow. My head was spinning with everything I had just witnessed. Karen's heavy moaning and the crack of her thighs slapping against his, filled the air behind me. The blood was pumping through me like a steam train about to derail on a bend. We made it to the kitchen. Fully aware of my now completely erect penis leading the way out in front of me like a blind man's cane, swaying from side to side with every tip toe. Evan was just in front struggling with the same issue. As we made it back into Evan's bedroom, we both looked at each other. Shock was covering both of our faces. Adrenalin was racing through both of our bodies. He put his hands on his knees and was breathing heavily. I did the same. It felt like we had just run a marathon. Hunched over and sucking in the air he looked over and a cheeky smile was all over his face. It was a while before either of us spoke. Laying in our beds, staring at the ceiling was about all we could manage. My erection throbbed under my sleeping bag. I held my penis firmly in my trembling hands. I was certain Evan was doing the same. `Man, did you see the size of his dick' Evan eventually blurted out. `It was massive' I replied. `I can't believe we just watched your mum having sex' I stated. `She was loving his dick huh' Evan said agreeably. `Man, I'm so horny now' Evan continued. `I think my balls are going to explode.' `Me too man' I said with nervous excitement. My mind turned all the imagery over and over again in a swirling sweaty mess of sexual awakening. I couldn't help thinking about my clumsy stumble into Evan's back when his hand brushed up against my erection. I thought about Karens glorious backside compounding and compressing against her lovers' thighs. I thought about Jay's massive, thick, ridged penis and Karen's juices flowing and glistening along the shaft. I imagined Evan touching my penis. I thought about pulling Evans briefs down and touching his penis. I wondered what his penis looked like under those briefs. `Man, I wish someone would come into my bed and sit on my dick' Evan said with a flirtatious yet frustrated desperation. I heard the sentence float through the room. The actual words lingered on his lips suggestively. Allowing them to settle softly. My mind foggy with raging hormones and lust pondered it carefully. Was Evan inviting me into his bed? Did he want to fool around with me. Was he thinking about me in the same way I was thinking about him? I couldn't tell exactly but it felt like he was. I felt like he wanted something to happen between us as badly as I did. Our thirteen-year-old brains and bodies were desperately seeking touch. Intimate, discreet sensual touch. `Same here man' I replied, gripping my penis firmly and hoping that the invitation was certain. I looked up to Evan's bed. He was looking down towards me. He pulled the covers back to reveal an empty space next to him on the waterbed. His marine aqua sheets looked so inviting. I could see a glimpse of Evans chest and his briefs as he held the covers up with one hand, his other stretched out across the bed towards me suggestively. Our eyes locked onto each other with primal, raw anticipation. My penis throbbed with excitement. Butterflies engulfed my stomach. My heart raced. It felt like it was pumping out of my chest. I took the covers off, sat up and walked over to Evans bed. I slid in next to him and he covered my body before running his hand down my chest, over my stomach and settling gently over my now fully erect pulsating penis. I lay there gulping, unsure about what to do or where to put my hands. `Man, you have a big dick. I saw you harden up when my mum came in earlier making the beds. Evan said trying to lighten the mood. `Yours looks pretty big too' I replied swallowing the lump in my throat. `You can touch it if you want" Evan said. With my right hand I felt my way under the covers towards Evans' body. I could feel his stomach tighten as my fingers nervously made their way down towards the elastic of his briefs. I hesitated then continued, my hand gliding over a large, thick, hard, warm mound bursting to break free of the tight cotton briefs. My fingers began lightly exploring. The hardness of Evans penis felt almost like wood. His crutch was warm, and electricity shot through my body with every tingling touch and gliding stroke along Evans penis. Simultaneously Evan was running his fingers over my crotch and my stomach muscles clenched with an uncontrollable tightening. Evans' fingers found the elastic of my briefs and his hand slipped inside wrapping themselves around the shaft. I followed Evans lead and did the same. We both lay there looking up at the ceiling exploring the contours of each other's hard teenage cocks. After a minute or so Evan started pulling my briefs downwards. Then he whispered, `take them off'. I let go of Evan's penis and began shuffling my briefs down over my knees and kicked them onto the floor. Evan was doing the same. He threw his briefs on the floor then lifted the covers slightly. He was looking down towards my penis. I looked downwards towards his too. We were almost touching. Evan's penis was long and thick with an incredibly large foreskin and mushroom head. The foreskin, stretched and scrunched over the tip where I could see a clear, glistening sticky liquid seeping out. Evan lent on his elbow and elevated his body rolling himself on top of me. Our chests pressed firmly together. I felt Evans penis next to mine. Evan reached downwards and adjusted himself to be alongside my penis in between our stomach's. `You, ok?' Evan asked. `Yeah' I whispered back. `I'm not too heavy?' he asked thoughtfully. `No, it's fine.' Evan nestled his head next to mine on the pillow, just above my shoulder. His hands lay at our side, landing softly on my hips. Evan began a slow wriggling motion on top of me. I felt his penis rubbing against mine. I felt his firm thick shaft sliding up and down my stomach. My penis felt slippery as the clear, glistening sticky goo began lubricating the skin. I could feel my foreskin retracting and rolling forward with the friction. Evan's penis slipped and slid alongside my shaft as we both fell into a slow, sensual grinding rhythm. My hands involuntarily lifted; my fingers skimmed his hips before caressing the surface of his bottom. My palms landed gently on his bare skin. I felt my knuckles tighten and fingers dig in deeply, pulling him closer. Evan's backside was so small and firm and tight. I could feel the muscles of his tight little ass clenching as our slow swirling grinding motion began to build. Evans' body felt so warm and light and firm and slim. Feeling his penis compressed against mine sent butterflies fluttering through me. The atmosphere was electric. It was all leading somewhere, though neither of us knew where. The gyrating, grinding movements between us were becoming more rapid. My hands gripped Evan's tight bottom, pulling him downwards towards me. My stomach muscles began to lock as I felt an incredible sensation building somewhere below my stomach and penis. I felt an incredible jolt of excitement. A brimming feeling that I'd never felt before. It felt like I was on the edge of a volcano, about to erupt. Then like a pulsating machine gun I felt the shaft of my penis convulsing. A warm, thick, sticky goo began releasing all over our stomachs. I felt the oxygen knocked out of my lungs and all the muscles in my body locked hard. Evan stopped mid eruption. I could feel my penis pulsating heavily between us, spewing the sticky textured goo. `Dude is that cum?' Evan asked lifting himself off my chest and looking down between us. `Shit, I'm sorry man. I'm not sure what it is. `It's cum. You just blew your load.' `I'm sorry man, I'm not sure what happened'. `Don't be sorry man, it's cool.' Evan reached down. I looked down toward my penis too. I could see creamy cum all over our stomach's. `Shit I want to cum now, maybe you could wank me off?' Evan asked hopefully. `Ok' I said a little unsure of what to do. Evan rolled back over on to his back next to me. With my left hand I gripped his penis. It was so hard. I began pulling down and up. I could feel a large central ridge along the shaft from his balls to the tip where the foreskin is pinned to the urethra. His penis looked so big, in comparison to his slightly framed adolescent body. I began with slow firm pumps. `How's that,' I asked eagerly. "Yeah, that's feels good, keep going.' Evan looked up to the ceiling, his head pressed firmly back into the pillow. `Keep going, keep going Evan said with enthusiastic guidance. I was pumping Evans penis firmly now and as my wrist railed Evan's length, I sensed something building in him. My anticipation was brimming with excitement as Evan started sucking in short sharp breaths. His stomach muscles tightened in a familiar way. His penis began pulsating in my hand as a spurt of warm, sticky goo splattered his stomach. Cum spurted out of the tip of his penis like a fountain. Large dollops of cum landed on the bed sheets and pillows. Evan moaned slightly with the release, as oxygen returned to his airways. His moan reminded me of Karen. The next morning, Evan and I sat at the Kitchen bench on the two high stools as Karen gleefully floated around the kitchen whipping up pancakes for our breakfast. She was in a very good mood. Jay had left early, presumably happily satisfied. Karen was wearing the tiny, short silk robe again. This time she seemed slightly disheveled. Her hair was lazily tied back with a few strands bedraggled down the side of her face. The robe was loosely tied at the front, her breasts almost falling out. Her cleavage dangled before me as she dropped three pancakes onto each of our plates. She turned and placed the frypan in the sink. Her thighs looked exquisite. Evan and I just stared at her. Her beauty, intoxicating. I watched her bottom bounce from side to side under the silk robe, the thin material creeping up into the crack of her bottom. `So did you boys have a good sleep?' she asked leaning over the counter with her breasts dangling dangerously in front of us. `Yep' we both said simultaneously with an air of guilt. We both looked at each other and smiled. Karen looked at us both curiously. `Mum, can Lee stay over next weekend?' Evan asked with desperate enthusiasm. Karen looked into my eyes and with a devilishly naughty smile she said, `Of course, you're welcome to sleep over any time, Lee'.