Visiting Donna

I've always been over sexed, from the time I knew what sex was. I used to spy on the women around my house showering and changing, and that's where I developed my taste for mature bbws. My A*** Donna was my favorite, she was 40 when I was *5, and fat in all the right places. We were at my family's beach house the summer of my junior year and I was a walking hardon. We have a shower under the house, and fantastically my bedroom was right above it. I cut and pulled up a square of carpet and drilled a hole through the floor so I could see directly into the small enclosed booth. I had just about rubbed my cock raw over the course of 5 days, jacking off to my short, thick M*m and my equally endowed older si***r. One afternoon I had raced back to the house ahead of everyone as usual, locked my self in my room, and glued my eye to my peep hole. My M** stepped into view and my cock sprung to life as she peeled her bathing suit down over her big hanging tits. There were 12 of us staying there, and between all the commotion and being lost in the moment, I didn't hear the door I forgot to lock open. I heard it close though, and my heart jumped into my mouth as I looked up at my A*** Donna standing over me the two piece bathing suit she wore but probably shouldn't have. I jumped up and tried to cover my cock with my hands as I stammered an apology, but she just grinned and put her finger to her lips to shush me. She locked the door behind her and whispered to me to relax, that I wasn't in trouble. She turned the TV on and the volume up as I stood there in shock, naked, my hands still trying to cover my throbbing cock. She pointed at the bed and I slowly back up and sat on the edge. She got down on her hands and knees and put her eye to the hole in the floor, chuckling softly as she watched her si**** showering.