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Date: Sun, 18 May 2008 13:36:23 +0000
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VOYEUR SON
Even as an adolescent I was a pervert. I spent half my life trying
to peek into neighborhood windows and the other half jacking off.
The summer I turned 15, I snuck out my window almost every night.
I was drawn to other lighted windows like a moth to a flame.
After a while I developed a routine. There were several women who
always undressed around the same time every night. There was one
set that usually went to bed between 10 and 11. I would check them
out, return to my house and jack off in my old tree fort, then prowl
around again between 12 and 1 when the younger girls had curfews.
It was a great scam, but it got boring after awhile. It was also
pretty wearing to worry about getting caught.
Then one night my parents were out at a party. I didn't know when
they'd be home, so I had to stay in. But as soon as they arrived
and checked in on my supposedly sleeping self, I flew to the window
and out into the night.
I didn't get far, though, because as I crossed the back yard, I
noticed my parents' light still on. "What the hell!" I thought.
I was soon rewarded. Their shade was pulled down, but left a 2-inch
gap at the bottom. Through this gap I could see my Mom at her
dressing table. Dad was nowhere in sight, but the door to their
adjoining bathroom was closed. She was taking off her jewelry, and
was clad only in a bra and panties. Instant hard-on.
I don't know why I hadn't noticed before, but my Mom had an awesome
body. At 36, her waist was slim, her thighs were taut and shapely,
and her tits were huge. As I watched with unrestrained glee, she
stood up and crossed to the closet, unhooking her bra on the way.
She took it off, tossed it on a chair and reached for her nightgown.
As she turned back toward the bed, she pulled the nightgown over her
head and those magnificent mams disappeared from view. It had only
lasted 30 seconds, but I was hooked.
After that I took every opportunity I could to spy on my Mom.
Usually, however, that blind was pulled all the way down. Finally
I snuck in one day, took it down, and re-rolled it so that it would
always leave a gap. But still my peep shows were limited to 30
seconds of titty. I began to hunger to see more.
Finally, after hours and hours of thought and sneaky reconnoitering,
I decided to actually drill a peephole into their bathroom, which
abutted my closet. So one afternoon, with Dad at work and Mom away
shopping, I stood on a folding chair in my closet and drilled a
quarter-inch hole high up into their bathroom. My target was a
raised light fixture up on the wall. My first effort, though, ran
into the metal back of the medicine cabinet right next to the
fixture. I ran around to their room and checked it out. The small
dimple I had made was above the top shelf, virtually unnoticeable
and only 3 inches away from my original target. Measuring
carefully, I returned to my room, re-drilled the hole and finally
broke through.
Once again I returned to the bathroom. I carefully cleaned up the
plaster dust and checked out the hole. It was only visible from the
glassed-in shower, and then only when the light didn't glare in your
eyes, and even then you had to be looking for it.
That very afternoon, my work and planning were rewarded. Mom
returned home, stuck her head in to say "Hi" and minutes later I
heard the water start.
I jumped on the folding chair and leaned toward the hole. Sure
enough, Mom was just stepping into the shower. I almost fell off
the chair - finally I was seeing her completely nude and it was
awesome! Her bush was red, like her hair. The water cascaded off
her proudly jutting breasts. And when she soaped herself - wow!
From then on, I never went out at night. I just hung around, hoping
to see my Mom. Usually, she showered in the morning. This fit in
perfectly with my early-morning boner, which I jacked off as I
watched her.
Then one afternoon, Mom was getting ready to go out that evening.
I enjoyed the matinee, then when she left the shower, I retreated
to my bed to jack off.
A few minutes later I heard Mom's blow dryer shut off. I didn't
think anything of it until the door to my room suddenly flew open.
It was my worst (best?) nightmare -- Mom caught me with my dick in
my hand.
"All right mister," she snapped, "pull up those pants. You've got
some explaining to do."
I jumped off my bed and stuffed my dick back into my shorts.
"I was heating up my curling iron and drying my hair when the fuse
blew. Imagine my surprise to see a pinhole of light up on the wall.
Let's see," she continued heading for the closet, "if I've got it
figured right, the other side of that hole should be...Ah HAH!"
She had found the folding chair and, as my heart sank, she climbed
it and put her eye to my peep-hole.
"Well, well," she said "Front row center for Mom starring in 'Shower
Time.' Well," she added, coming back into my room, "what have you
got to say for yourself?"
"Uh, umm, I, ah, was, uh, curious," I stammered.
"My ass!" she shot back, "you're an oversexed little degenerate."
"Yes, I am," I admitted.
She seemed to be taken aback by such an admission. I guess she
expected me to fight back and deny. "Well, I don't know what I'm
going to do with you," she continued, "But while I think it over,
run downstairs and get the spackle. You're damn lucky your Dad
didn't find this. I'll talk to you about this later." And she
left.
As I got the spackle form the basement, I realized that I was pretty
lucky. She didn't really blow her stack and, best of all, she
apparently wasn't going to tell Dad.
That evening as they were leaving for the party, Mom winked at me
and said in a conspiratorial whisper, "No remodeling while we're
gone, okay?"
"Okay," I grinned and whispered back.
That night I went right to bed and slept through to the next
morning....
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