And even on her honeymoon, Jessica had left the shades lifted in the bridal suite.

If it thrilled the lustful woman to know or even imagine that a stranger might be watching her getting laid, it thrilled her a whole lot more to think that her own handsome young son had been spying on her.

Trembling at the very thought, Jessica sank slowly down to her knees, bringing her face level with the gap in the wall. She imagined this would be how Jeff positioned himself when he played the peeper.

She stared into her own bedroom. The view was comprehensive. If the boy had been gazing through that gap in the laths and plaster that morning, he would have been able to see all the juicy details while they fucked.

Jessica wished that she had known about that spy hole before. Not that she would have done anything about it, except to make sure that the boy had the best possible angle of her naked body and fucking with even more enthusiasm than she normally showed, which was always plenty.

Jessica certainly planned to put on quite a performance the next time she and Dan balled while Jeff happened to be in his room.

And then she made another fascinating find. The wall, starting at the gap and extending down to the floor, was plastered with a filmy coating. Jessica leaned down and pressed her nose to the boards, sniffing. Then she whimpered with joy.

She recognized the fragrance of congealed cum. Jeff had been beating his meat as he spied on his parents. And from the amount of spunk clinging to the panels, the boy must have shot his wad countless times.

Her mind reeled dizzily as her fevered imagination summoned up the image of her teenaged son, staring at her, his fist hammering on his hard cock and his handsome face all contorted by lust. Her wet, pink tongue slid out automatically. She ran her lapper up the slime soaked wall, licking her son's jizz from the wooden panels.