Pat walked toward the bed where the nightgown was laying. Bob knew he had only a few more seconds of cunt-sight, and he sped up his brain to record the sight in high speed. He stared as hard as he could at the lower point of the triangle in an effort to see the crack that he knew was hiding in there. It seemed that he could see the mouth beneath the hair, but it was impossible to be sure. The whole object seemed to be out of focus. The stray hairs that stuck out here and there from the main shape made the pussy seem like a fuzzy dream rather than a real thing.

Pat lifted the gown and held it over her head. Bob crammed the picture of her into his memory and she pulled the nightgown down over her body. He stayed there at his observation post to see what else might happen, then he realized that she would be going to the bathroom as his memory of the sounds of her usual routine came to his consciousness.

Bob scrambled back to his room as quickly and quietly as he could. Just before he closed his door he heard his mother open hers. He heard her walk past his room and go into the bathroom. He was dizzy and out of breath from the sights he'd witnessed and his body was covered with sweat. If he was ever more excited he couldn't remember when. His cock was still in his hand and he knew he was going to shoot like he never had. It was a great feeling to experience a sexual thrill about twice as powerful as any he'd ever felt before, but at the same time he was aware of a tremendous horniness. Now that he's seen the coveted treasures and was only jerking off, he was in a rage.

His hand went through the motions of whacking off, but in his mind he was acting out a different scene. He saw himself in his mother's room. She was as naked as she was a few minutes ago, and he grabbed her, threw her on the bed and shoved his cock up her cunt. As he tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his prick in her cunt, bullets of hot gism shot across the room.