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Family Peepers by David Crane

Chapter 2

As soon as his mother had left the room, Jimmy took the magazine off

his lap and began to rub his throbbing cock and balls through his

jeans. He thought that he should go up to his bedroom and jerk off

behind a locked door, but his prick was so heavy that the thought of

lugging it, unemptied, up the stairs was distasteful. His iron-hard

prick was already jammed uncomfortably in his jeans and he figured it

would be downright painful to try to walk that way. His cock was

pushing the front of his jeans out like a tent and his balls were

swollen so massively that his legs were almost bowed around them.

He decided to jack off right there in the comfort of the easy chair.

There was the risk that his mother might return and catch him at it,

but that element of danger only added another dimension to the thrill.

Somehow, he didn't think that she would be surprised, or that she would

disapprove. It almost seemed as if she had deliberately flaunted her

voluptuous body and exposed her pussy. It was shocking to think that

his mom would do such a naughty thing, and exciting. He knew that she

was a horny woman because he had often heard her wailing and moaning in

the marital bed, and this wouldn't be the first time that Jimmy had

thought about his sexy mother while he pounded his prick to a frazzle.

He closed his eyes, summoning up a vision of her bushy, soaking pussy.

He rubbed his cock through his jeans add cupped his balls, squeezing

them gently. He was so hot that he could feel the thick jism slashing

around inside those swollen balls.

He drew the zipper of his fly down. His cock shot out of the opening

like a guided missile, standing high over his belly. Jimmy refastened

the waistband and his fly spread open in a wide wedge. He reached in

and hauled his balls out. He stared down at his prick, amazed by how

huge and hard it had become. Jimmy was fascinated by his own hard-on.

But not as fascinated as his mother.

Virginia had sneaked back to the living room door and carefully peered

around the corner, just in time to see her son haul his prick out. Her

green eyes flared and she had to stifle a moan of desire.

Virginia simply adored big pricks, and Jimmy's cock was a fucking

masterpiece! His balls looked huge jammed between his lean thighs and,

rising from his loins, the stalk of his cock was long and thick and

rock hard. Dark, pulsing veins writhed up the underside of his

cockshaft and spread out under his mushroom-shaped knob. That massive

slab of cockmeat was deep purple, glossy and shiny and throbbing. His

pisshole was parted and a few drops of frothy pre-cum had oozed out and

trickled down the cock-knob, like lashings of whipped cream on a plum.

Not touching himself yet, the horny teenager moved his ass and hips,

humping up from the chair and thrusting his prick up over his belly.

His cockshaft was so long that the knob was standing nearly as high as

his breastbone. A creamy ribbon of pre-cum slithered down the slope of

his purple slab and ran down his cockrod, tracing the pulsing vein.

His cockmeat was slimy with his cum seepage, and it was a mouth-

watering sight. Virginia began to drool as she stared at his hard-on.

She felt as if her eyeballs were going to melt from the fiery intensity

of her gaze.

Her cunt rippled and flowed and her clit flared. The woman felt as if

her loins were hollow, a void abhorred by her nature. Oh, how she would

have loved to have her son's gigantic cock thundering up her fuck-hole!

Wild, incestuous desires raced through her fevered mind and her fiery

body responded. Her nipples shot out like rockets ready to be launched

and a tide of pussy cream filled her slot. Her clit felt like it was

being pulled right out of her cunt as it swelled and expanded. Her

tongue slowly slid back and forth across her lower lip, flicking like

the tail of a hungry cat that was staring at a feast. She felt dizzy

with fuck-lust, not knowing which end of her voluptuous body was

hornier, her steaming cunt hole or her ravenous mouth. Those two holes

seemed interchangeable. Her tongue was tingling as much as her clit and

her mouth was drooling as heavily as her pussy was flowing. Even her

trim little asshole was rippling with longing for a load of cock.

Virginia reached down and cupped one open hand over her cunt slot,

holding herself as if she were trying to keep her creamy juices from

escaping, to contain her passion. She sank very slowly down to the

floor, kneeling over her hand. She began to fondle her explosive tit

tips with the other hand, pulling and rolling the taut nuggets.

She was afraid that Jimmy would hear the panting sound of her heavy

breathing and stifled moans. But Jimmy, panting heavily himself, was

blissfully unaware that he was under such keen observation.

He stretched out, his back arched deeply and his ass perched on the

edge of the chair, with his legs extended to the floor, slightly

parted. His neck was craned down as he stared at his vibrant cock. His

hard-on was so huge that Jimmy was almost intimidated by it. His heels

drummed on the floor and his ass squirmed on the seat.

His left hand slid down, curled around and cupped his swollen balls. As

he fondled them, another glob of slimy cum squeezed from his piss hole,

lathering the tip of his cockhead with quicksilvery fluid.

His right hand moved down towards his groin, slowly and tentatively,

almost warily. He looked like a member of a bomb squad, cautiously

approaching that smoldering stick of dynamite to defuse it.

His fingers closed around his cock at the thick root. He held his

cockrod in his fist for a moment, squeezing and making the prick-knob

flare. Then he gave his long prick a slow push-pull. His fist slid up

towards the cockhead, then pushed back down towards his balls. As he

stroked up, his foreskin curled over the ledge of his cock crown, and

as he pumped back down that naked slab flared out like the head of a

hooded cobra ready to strike, a fangless cobra with non-lethal venom

bubbling out. At that first caress, his expression changed. His face

lost its wary look and brightened with the pleasure of his self-induced

sensations. He smiled. But then he stroked again and the smile faded

away as his features twisted into a mask of lust.

His mother's face was contorted with an equal desire. She knew that

Jimmy was so horny because she had let him glimpse her cunt, and that

knowledge enhanced her own passion. By making the boy so hot, she had

turned herself on to the limits. She was trembling and shuddering. Her

cunt was flooding into her palm as she cupped the slot.

Jimmy's cockshaft was slippery with the overflow from his piss hole and

his fist skimmed lightly up and down the cockrod, at first. Then he

tightened his grip and began to pound his prick with vigor and

concentration.

Virginia's eyes were glued to his cockhead. She was desperately eager

to see the boy's potent cum-load spurt out, to watch him reach the

creamy conclusion that, she knew, the sight of her own sexy body had

inspired.

Her clit went off like a detonator in her palm, setting off a creamy

explosion deep within her loins. Cunt juice poured from her cunt,

spilling into her hand. The flow was getting hotter and thicker as her

arousal juice changed to cum cream. She began to rub her pussy

energetically, still pulling on her nipples with the other hand as she

felt her cunt melt.

Her eyes closed for a moment as she reached the shuddering peak of

sensation. Her pussy rippled and the heavy flow lessened. But Virginia

was so hot today that a single coming on her own hand did little to

satisfy her. No sooner had the spasms of her first climax passed than

her cunt heated right back up again, ready for another orgasm.

And her mouth was hungrier than ever.

She drew her soaking hand from her crotch and held it under her chin,

palm upwards. Dipping her face down, she pushed her nimble tongue out

and began to lap up her own cum juice like a kitten at a saucer of

cream. She continued to stare at Jimmy from the tops of her eyes,

gazing through the web of her fluttering eyelashes.

Her own delicious cum nectar ignited her tastebuds. Instead of slaking

her hunger, that creamy snack was playing the appetizer, whetting her

voracious appetite. Lapping her pussy juice from her hand, she stared

at the head of her son's cock and longed for a mouthful of his

cockmeat, followed by the creamy dessert of his cum-load.

That longed-for load was about to arrive, obviously. Jimmy was panting

and groaning and shaking violently as his fist flew up and down on his

prick. His thick cockrod was bucking like a bronco, damned near

throwing his hand from the saddle. His cockshaft was so taut that it

was vibrating like a tuning fork. It felt as if he were stroking a

heated crowbar as if his fingers and palm were blistering.

Virginia was drawn to that sight as if mesmerized. The oversexed woman

didn't even realize that she was slowly crawling closer, that now she

was kneeling there in the doorway, in plain sight, and in a

compromising position, as well, squatting on one hand fondling her tits

with the other while she stared at her son.

"Ahhh" Jimmy moaned. His body bridged as he fucked up through his

flying fist. His slimy cockshaft was hissing through his hand.

The boy grunted, then gasped.

"Oooooh" his mother squealed, knowing he was coming and unable to

contain herself.

Suddenly a great geyser of cock spume shot out from the head of his

cock. The hot, thick jism flew straight up into the air. It hung there,

suspended for a moments like a creamy cloud floating over him. Then the

slimy cum fell back to splutter onto the youth's belly and thighs--as a

second wad spurted from his piss hole, as thick and abundant as the

first.

Groaning and grunting, Jimmy pounded away on his prick. Another

quicksilver dose squirted out each time his fist pumped down to the

root. His cock lurched and a load of cum rocketed up past his contorted

face. His fist slammed down and more jism hosed out.

Virginia was whimpering at the sight. She had never seen so much fuck-

juice spurt out of a single prick on one ejaculation. His balls seemed

bottomless, his vitality endless.

Moaning, Jimmy slumped back in the chair. The pumping actions of his

fist became erratic and the jism jets shot out with reduced force. The

cum was no longer shooting towards the ceiling, but was squirting out

in a looping trajectory, splashing around his feet.

The final spurt of cum shot out. Jimmy kept on stroking, milking the

last drops out in a trickle. They slid down his cock and onto his

balls. He grimaced and shook his head as if stunned by his massive

unloading. His head tilted and he looked down at his prick. Cum was no

longer shooting out, but that mighty prick was still standing rampant

in his hand and his emptied balls were already starting to fill up

again. Jimmy grinned, satisfied. He had gotten so turned on by his

mother's exhibition that there was no way he was going to be satiated

by draining his balls a single time.

His belly and thighs were all lathered with cum, shimmering as the

stuff congealed on his flesh. His cock and balls were drenched, as

well. He shook his prick, as if testing it for tension. At the first

shake, his cockrod snapped like a whip. Then it tightened into a rock-

hard rod again.

Jimmy pulled his hand up and squeezed his cockshaft, just under the

knob, coaxing a glob of cum out. Then he began to pump up and down

again, starting a second frigging without ever removing his fist from

his cockmeat.

His eyes closed. He was thinking about his mother again. Then he opened

his eyes, and he was looking at his mother!

#Family Peepers by David Crane #Chapter 2

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let’s talk about tropes

here’s a little (little?!) post on tropes, as promised!

some tropes i hate and why i hate them

love triangles: this one’s pretty simple and obvious. love triangles are unrealistic and toxic. they romanticize emotional cheating, and they cause nasty ship wars in fandoms, especially when two of the points in the triangle are women. often, the “losing” point of the triangle is a one-dimensional throwaway character who either gets killed off or accepts their fate and steps back for the “winner” to take over. this dynamic can get especially problematic when the “loser” is a woc and the “winner” is white, when the “loser” is an lgbtq+ character, and/or when the “loser” has no purpose other than to create drama for two other fleshed out characters. the character often ends up being hated for bad writing and “getting in the way” of the endgame ship. yikes. the only valid resolution to love triangles, imo, is a polyamorous relationship!!!

girl hate: it’s rare to see nice friendships and romances between women, and often this trope is used to drive an unnecessary wedge between two female characters who would have otherwise been great friends. i don’t mind when two women/girls are in conflict with one another for an interesting reason, but i absolutely hate when the conflict is based on something stereotypical and boring. the “girl hate” conflict is always based on something misogynistic, unrealistic, and/or stupid--like a man, looks, sexual practices, or a contrived competition. this is especially gross when the men in the story act as the voices of reason in the conflict, patronizing the women and teaching them how to be nice and use logic.

“strong female characters”: many writers mistake “strong” characters for characters who employ violence, sassiness, and masculine attributes to get what they want. I’m so over it. all I want is nuanced representation of women that doesn’t reduce them to a love interest or a sex object who looks down on other women. strength comes in many forms, and everyone defines it and identifies with it differently.

miscommunication: this has to be one of the laziest forms of prolonging drama, when two characters are fighting because of something that could easily be solved if they were locked in a room together for five minutes.

incest/incest-adjacent romances: this should go without saying, but we’re for some god-awful reason going through a period where incestuous relationships/fake-outs (ie, you’re in love with him? too bad he’s your brother. oh wait, it’s revealed that he’s not!/you two are blood related but you either never met or you went through a period of separation, so that means you can fall in love) are heavily romanticized or used to create extra drama, and it’s just unnecessary and not cute. i think authors use this to add some sort of edge or uniqueness to their writing, but it’s just so toxic and a complete turn-off for me.

aesthetic oppression: (term inspired by and similar to “aesthetic conflict,” thanks kat) when an author throws in some sort of oppression that is experienced by people in real life, but they either don’t address the oppression thoroughly or they only use it to add some sort of edge to their story and further a character’s romance, death, redemption arc, etc. for example, the homophobia in GOT season 6, which reduced loras to a walking stereotype of a gay man before he was subjugated by the church sept and blown up, and the patriarchy in ACOTAR that only exists to show how feminist rhysand is.

boys/men fighting, having tantrums, or expressing themselves through violence: it’s fine for male characters to fight every once in a while, but i just hate that this seems to be exclusively employed with male characters and it is used as a solution or reaction to problems when realistically, men are much more nuanced. men cry. they might be alone or in front of others. they might cry into their pillow or on a friend’s shoulder. fictional men add violence and anger to their sadness because the authors don’t want to emasculate them, but that’s a stupid goal and crying doesn’t affect someone’s gender. smashing your belongings when you are upset is unhealthy and potentially dangerous, and so is physically fighting others over trivial or patriarchal issues (ie a woman) when conversation could be/is probably much more compelling and effective. it’s important to show men that anger isn’t always the first emotion to feel under duress and that they don’t have to express their feelings by punching walls or throwing their belongings across the room. (also?! practically? YOU’RE RUINING YOUR OWN FUCKING STUFF AND/OR YOUR ROOMMATE/FRIEND/PARTNER’S STUFF, YOU ASSHOLE.)

sexy immortals: immortality can be used in clever and entertaining ways, but i feel like a lot of the immortals i’ve been seeing lately run in the same vein as the twilight vampires, which is to say: unearthly beautiful (aka conventionally attractive), overly sexy (aka stalking a love interest for the sake of “attraction”), apparently 16-25 years old (aka accessible to grown women who read/write ya).

uninvolved parents or non-existent guardian figures: sometimes young characters don’t have parents and that’s fine; some of my favorite books are about characters with one parent or no parents. but i still feel like we’re coming out of a period where it was very popular to kill off the parents (especially moms) at the beginning or before the story starts. i really want to see more exploration of characters with parents, or at least see the characters without parents make significant relationships with adults or react appropriately to the loss of their parents.

one-off character deaths: when a character enters one chapter or episode of a book/show just to immediately die for cheap emotional manipulation. this character is also sooooo often a marginalized person, and it’s super predictable and tired. try harder, author/screenwriter!

some tropes i love and why i love them

special snowflake/chosen one: I can’t explain it. I know it’s so cliche and one of the most hated ones out there, but I love when this trope is done right. I’m not a big fan of the chosen ones who have a special destiny, especially if the mc is a white boy, because that’s been done a million times before. but I’m a sucker for that one character who comes upon an unexpected special ability/object/creature or connection to a force of good/evil/nature and has to contend with that. They’ve been Chosen and they’re completely unprepared, and it’s gonna change their life trajectory and relationships and maybe even political climate.

woobies!!!: I feel like this trope is so underrated and it’s one of my favorites of all time. I absolutely love rooting for that one character who’s too good for any of the shit they’ve been through and Deserves Better^TM, but they manage to survive and grow against all odds.

found family: i love that authors are expanding the concept of family and unconventional narratives about love. the found family trope is so charming and relatable to many readers, and it’s great to see seemingly contrary characters come together to find a loving home together that isn’t necessarily romantic.

soft characters: it’s rare (though increasingly less rare, fortunately) to find soft boys, aka male characters who are compassionate, funny, kind, pensive, and/or quiet instead of brash, loud, violent, and angry. i know so many boys and men who fall all along the spectrum of masculinity, and it would be great to see more characters who represent that, especially because male characters are typically forced to express their masculinity in one way. i also absolutely love seeing women being equally as soft and kind--with the exception of ASOIAF!sansa, i feel like this kind of character has been cast aside for the sassy, rebellious, empowered^TM female character who isn’t like other girls and wields a bunch of weapons. i’d really like to see more female characters whose strengths come from empathy, intelligence, and emotion.

unique relationships within a friend group/ensemble: this one is marginally related to my love of found families. not only do i really like tight, strong friend groups, but i also like when each of the friends within that group has a different and compelling dynamic (hostile, romantic, friendly, tragic, whatever may have you) that can carry a scene or an arc. unique relationships between all the characters in an ensemble adds so much dimensionality to a story.

complex guardian figures: this mostly applies to ya, but i think it can also be said for many adult books and tv shows. adult characters often get flattened or sidelined for romance or action plots when in reality almost everyone has parent/guardian relationships, and these relationships are the source of so much complexity. that complexity may mean love, found family, anger, patronization, manipulation, and more, and all these things will be expressed differently based on the characters in question. for example, look at the difference between eleven and hopper from stranger things and harry and dumbledore from harry potter. hopper and dumbledore are so different and each of them carry darkness and baggage that comes out on the kids for better and worse. bonus points if the guardian is a woman, because these types of relationships between girls and women are relatively rare to the ones between boys and men.

anti-heroes/anti-villains: i think this is another one that goes without explaining. we’re all the hero of our own story, after all. if an author can successfully convince me to root for a character who i know is wrong but believes they’re in the right, or for a character who does the wrong things for the right reasons, there’s a good chance that i think very highly of that author.

stoic, bitter, angry characters: if there’s one character in the ensemble who has any of these traits, there’s a good chance they’ll be my favorite, especially if that character is a woman. usually this character’s journey is about what makes them vulnerable and how they become close with the most unlikely companions or form a special relationship with a foil character. it makes the audience feel like we’re being let in on a secret, specifically about that character.

and that’s about it! my inbox is always open to talk more in depth about any of these and more, so let me know. thanks so much for 700, you all are great :D

#maxine talks tropes

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