Top of the world Chapter 2

I carefully opened Mike’s room and moved inside. Mike was sitting on his study chair. He put his index finger over his lips and indicated to me to remain silent and waved me to come over to his side. 

I shut the door lightly and moved closer to him. Fifteen minutes back, Mike had phoned me and told me that Suzy was about to take bath and I had my opportunity. She would be getting ready for Friday outing with her friends and before that she would take her bath. It was a much-awaited chance, and I didn’t have any reason to miss this opportunity.

“Hey Ted.” Mike whispered to me. “Suzy would be going to the bathroom any time.”

“Where are we gonna watch her from?” I inquired cautiously.

“Here.” Mike pointed towards a framed poster hanging on the wall beside his study table. He removed the poster from the wall. The Wongs had two bathrooms in their house; one attached to their mother’s bedroom, mainly used by her and the second one was adjacent to Mike’s room, shared by both Mike and Suzy. So, there was only a wooden wall, separating Mike’s room from the bathroom. The area behind the wall had a carefully drilled hole. 

“Try this.” He asked me. 

I moved near the hole and tried to peep. Mike had done an excellent job. From my position, I was clearly able to see most of the interior of the bathroom. The bathroom wasn’t very big. I could clearly see the toilet, the washbasin, the shower and a full sized mirror on the side wall. I could witness everything that Suzy would be doing at the other side of wall. The Wongs didn’t have a bathtub in their common bathroom. 

“You asshole,” I exclaimed with delight. “You never told me about it.” 

“Because it was not there,” He tried to explain. “I made this only yesterday. Earlier, I used to watch through that slit.” He pointed his finger at a tiny slit in the wall, almost in level with our knees.

I bent and tried to see through the slit. I could see mostly the lower portion of the bathing area. However, that was sufficient to observe the crotch of a person bathing there only. I tried to imagine Mike lying there and watching Suzy’s pussy from the slit and whacking his cock. Oh God! My cock was suddenly straining inside my briefs.

Naturally, the new hole was a located in a better position. I could simply sit on the chair and watch everything happening at the other side of the wall. But I had my doubts.

“The hole is passing through the wall. Won’t she be able to see it from the other side?"

“No.” He looked confident. “First of all I made it a tapered hole, like in a magic eye. So, the opening in the bathroom is very small, and unless someone really looks for a hole, it is very difficult to notice it and second thing, we’ll turn off the main lights so as to avoid any reflections being noticeable on the other side."

My friend was a born genius. 

“Where is aunt Michelle? I didn’t see her.”

“She is in the backyard, busy with her gardening. She would be busy for some time. Don’t worry about her.”

I nodded with satisfaction.

“Don’t make any noise,” Mike further explained to me. “I don’t think that Suzy would be able to hear our voices under the shower. But, be careful not to knock or hit the wall. She would notice immediately."

“As you say buddy.” I sighed. “I’ll do anything to get a look your sister's pussy.”

Mike moved to the door and turned off the light. He turned on a night lamp. The room was now dimly illuminated. Mike opened the door slightly and peeped outside. I remained near the hole.

We waited patiently. Every passing second felt like ages. I looked at the window; it was getting dark outside. Why the hell is she taking so much time. Suddenly, Mike moved from his place and shut the door without making any sound. 

“Someone is coming.” He whispered.

We heard footsteps approaching, and then the sound of opening of the bathroom door. I put my eye to the hole and tried to see the other side. I watched a female figure moving inside and locking the door behind her. Then she turned on the bathroom lamp. 

“Holy shit!” As soon as I saw the woman inside the bathroom, I hissed with excitement. “It’s not Suzy; it’s your mom.”

“What?” He was bewildered. I moved my head and let him peep through the hole. He looked inside and when he turned, he looked apologetic.

“I am sorry. I don’t know why mom has come.” He whispered close to my ear. “She spends most of her evenings in the garden. Don’t know why she left so early. I was expecting Suzy.”

“No worry buddy.” I tapped his shoulder lightly. “I hope you won't mind my peeping at your mother. She might have come only to take a pee.”

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I forced his head away from the hole and put my eye back onto it.

It seemed that Michelle Wong had left her gardening unfinished, and suddenly decided to attend the call of nature. She was washing her soil-covered hands at the washbasin. Her back was towards me. Her body was bending forward, highlighting the globes of her round plump ass cheeks and the crack between them. She certainly had a big ass. She was wearing a white housecoat, which was extending down to her calves. 

Finishing with her ablution, she turned off the tap and dried her hands with a towel hanging at the side of the washbasin. I watched her expectantly. She took hold of the hem of her housecoat and slowly lifted it along her thighs, exposing her white panties. I lustfully gazed at the plump mound. 

“Hey,” Mike was pinching my back. “Let me see also.” 

“Shut up, you asshole.” I whispered coarsely. “You had already seen my mom and it’s my turn now.” I immediately regretted my sharp tongue. Mike face was suddenly sad. “OK…OK… lemme see for some time, if something special happens, I’ll let you watch.”

Mike reluctantly withdrew. Again, I looked through the hole. Michelle’s fingers were now inside the elastic band of her panties, and she was lowering it along her thighs. I held my breath and watched fascinatingly as the white material moved slowly uncovering her heavenly pussy. I licked my dry lips, as the hairy mound was gradually uncovered before my eyes. 

Oh God! I grabbed my cock. Michelle's cunt was a beauty; soft pouty lips covered with raven-black hair. Her fur was denser than my mother’s, and it was evident that Michelle Wong had not trimmed her bush for quite some time. Her cunt slit was not visible through her thick fur. 

Michelle Wong let the panties fall to the floor, and while keeping the hem of her housecoat around her waist; she turned, lifted the lid of toilet and sat on it, her fat ass perfectly fitting to the circular seat. She watched between her legs, as she let go, her pee gushing out of her charming pussy. 

The jet struck the walls of the commode and pee splashed across it. I watched her cunt lips split open and the jet of streaming yellow fluid surging out of it. It suddenly revived my last journey to Little Thumb, the memory of mom standing over the rock and pissing over me. I lowered my shorts and underwear and pulled out my rampant cock. ‘I’d love to let her pee in my mouth,’ I thought lustily.

Mike’s mother was through with her peeing, and she stood up. She let the hem of her housecoat fall and flushed the toilet. She washed her hands at the washbasin and bent to take her panties from the floor. But she didn’t lift it. As if she had changed her mind, she stood back and started opening the buttons of her housecoat. 

My face was flushed with excitement. I turned to Mike. He was standing beside me, looking at me expectantly. I felt pity for him. Though, I was reluctant to leave my place, I thought Mike too deserved a peek. I moved my head away, but didn’t leave the chair.

“You can watch now,” I told him. “She is removing her clothes.”

Mike’s eyes were immediately glued to the hole. I let him watch and massaged my cock lightly while visualizing his mother’s delightful pussy. Mike’s reaction was prompt; he grabbed his cock right away and started rubbing it through the material of his shorts. Soon, his shorts and underwear were also lying at the floor and his fingers were playing with his cock. 

“Ok… Mike.” I was again eager to watch Michelle. “Now let me watch.” 

Mike moved away grudgingly. I didn’t have any time to think about his condition; my eyes were again glued to the hole. Mike didn’t wait for me to give him another chance. He lied on the ground and put his eyes through the lower slit in the wall. He was lying in a very awkward position. His neck stretched, and his face glued to the wall, his side resting on floor and his hand working furiously over his cock. Anyway, it was better this way; we both could enjoy his mother’s naked body, without worrying about getting disturbed.

Michelle was completely naked now. She didn’t have the large boobs as I had expected. They were small but fitting nicely to her small plump body. Slightly sagged, they were moving up and down with her breathing. Her black aureoles and pointed nipples were standing upright. She had a fleshy body, with a little bulge around her stomach. Still, for a woman in her late thirties, she looked pretty gorgeous to me.

She moved to the shower and turned it on. Sprinkles of water fell over her body, drenching her from head to toe. She took soap and started lathering her body. I looked at Mike, he too was looking at me, his face was flushed with excitement and he was smiling diffidently. I winked at him and brought my eyes back to the hole.

Michelle had stopped the shower, and she was now lathering her body. Her soap-clad hand was running over her body, coating it with a film of soap with every swipe. She applied the soap to her torso, to her armpits, to her back and to her swaying boobs. I watched as she squeezed her boobs alternately with her soap-covered hands. She paid special attention to her teats and rubbed them between her fingers. My hand was running like a steaming piston over my cock.

Finishing with her upper body, her hands slowly trailed down to her tummy and then to the mound of her cunt. Her fingers lathered the pubic hair over the mound, gently exposing her slit with her fingers. I watched fascinated as her soapy finger probed the inner side of her cunt, rubbing over her clitoris. She was gently massaging her cunt.

Michelle Wong continued playing with her clit. It was evident that she was enjoying it as her face was suddenly contorted with the pleasure. She was probably moaning also, but I could not hear it. I felt pity for Michelle Wong; I was sure that she hadn’t been in the company of a man since the death of her husband. 

To my utter disappointment, all of a sudden she removed her hand from her pussy, bent forward and started lathering her legs and ass. Finally, she applied soap to her face and kept the soap aside. Then, she started the shower again.

I watched as the water rinsed the soap off her body. She continued bathing, lightly rubbing her body to remove all the traces of soap. Mike’s eyes were also glued to the slit in the wall, and his hand was furiously whacking his cock. He was masturbating with varying speeds, sometimes he would pump his cock furiously and then he would change to a slow rhythm. I felt that he wanted to prolong his ejaculation till his mother was inside the bathroom. I too reduced my speed.

Michelle was finished with her bathing, as she stopped the shower, but she made no effort to get the towel. She moved away from the shower and stood in front of the full size mirror. She watched her dripping naked reflection in the mirror. She stood there for some time. 

Her left hand slowly moved to her breast and grabbed her boobs. She massaged her nipples softly, gently grabbing and releasing them. She closed her eyes, and let a moan of pleasure escape out of her mouth. I didn’t hear her moan, but the way she was behaving, the way her facial expressions were changing; it was evident that she was moaning. She let her head tilt back, still pinching and caressing her nipples. 

Her hand continued playing with her small boobs, alternately squeezing and releasing them and in between taking her teats between her fingers and rubbing them hard. Her right hand slowly trailed across her tummy and entered her pubic region. She rubbed the dense curly pubic hair that covered her pussy lips.

Her hand reached lower, and her fingers opened her fat pussy lips. Slowly, she ran her finger along the length of her slit. She then, parted her wet pussy lips and her middle finger probed her clit. Her body was trembling with the pleasure that her own fingers were administering to her soaked body. I could see her knees shaking, and I was certain that she was finding it difficult to remain in that position.