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"voyeur_2cu" <voyeur_2cu@nospam.yahoo.com> wrote in message
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> Do not read this story unless your 18. This is purely fiction, and has no
> representation of anybody living or dead. It just comes from my perverted
> mind.
>
>
>
>
> San Diego
>
> by
> Voyeur_2cu
>
>
> I grew up in a small house in San Diego. I am the middle son of three
> boys.
> My brother is just 14 months older than I am, and my younger brother is 3
> years
> younger. We have the typical family; Dad was in the Navy, an officer.
> Mom
> took some college courses, but otherwise stayed at home. That was the
> norm in
> the late 50's before moms were forced into the work force by the economy.
> I
> know it sounds like a story, but we had to walk to the high school, 2
> miles,
> everyday, rain or shine. It wasn't bad though being in San Diego, the
> weather
> never got to hot. It wasn't like it is today, school buses. Of course my
> youngest brother Bob's school was closer, but he still had to walk.
>
> Mom use to take us to the base movie all the time, it was only a dime. We
> went
> nearly every night. We would come home from school, Mom from college. We
> would do our homework, and then go get some taco's from this Mexican stand
> on
> the way to the movie. Mom was a romantic, and she loved all the romance
> movies. Us boys always thought it boring, but we loved our Mom. Dad was
> rather abusive and we were glad when he was out to sea. This story takes
> place
> during his absence.
>
> We went to the local Episcopal Church, which was great. We belonged to
> the
> youth group, and for us teenagers gave us a chance to slow dance with
> girls.
> We loved it and Bobby Vinton got lots of play. We use to have parties at
> our
> house, and Mom would take pictures of us to send to Dad. Sometimes she
> would
> take pictures of us kissing girls so that he would know we weren't gay.
> She
> also took pictures of us in one of her wigs too, how stupid could that
> look?
> Three boys in a wig, the pictures were to go to Dad, talking about mixed
> messages.
>
> One Friday night, we had all of the Youth Group over. Mom had another
> Navy
> Officers wife over too. They sat in the kitchen chatting and sipping on
> wine;
> both husbands were on the same ship and away. In the mean time we were
> dancing, eating snacks, chasing girls, making out, etc. We were mostly on
> the
> back porch, which could not be seen from the kitchen. Leaving us to do
> practically anything the girls would let us do, which was nothing more
> than a
> little kiss here and there. Bill my brother pretty much had a steady
> girlfriend Cindy, She did not attend our church and she was one year ahead
> in
> our high school. I remember her best because one day she wore a sheer top
> where you could see her bra. Needless to say, she had this 14 yr old
> boy's
> attention that day. She came to all the parties too.
>
> Having a three-room house let each of us take a turn having a bedroom to
> ourselves. This year it was my turn, and I had Indy posters up and
> articles
> about racing pinned to my corkboard. My bed was on the wall where if the
> door
> was open, while lying in bed I could look down the hall into my mothers'
> room.
> Her nightstand was in my view, and just the edge of the bed I could see,
> but it
> was the side of the bed my mom slept on, so many a night I would be laying
> there watching her get into bed in her pajamas. They were typical pajamas
> made
> out of nylon, so when the lamp on her nightstand was on, and she was
> standing
> between that lamp, and me. I could see the outline of her body through
> the
> material. She was a short Greek woman, about 5'2". She wasn't
> particularly
> beautiful, but her body was in nice shape and her breasts wee a full
> B-Cup. I
> am a voyeur, and I loved the sleeping and viewing arrangements. Many a
> night I
> would be pulling on my pud watching her turn down the covers and seeing
> the
> outlines of those gorgeous melons as she leaned over pulling down the
> covers.
> It sure beat jacking off to the National Geographic pictures.
>
> At the party, we all were dancing. I danced with a few girls, but only a
> few
> because I was shy. I was a little rounder than my brother also, so I
> didn't
> get the chance to dance with as many or go as far as he did. About
> 10:00pm,
> the party started breaking up. Mom and her friend started cleaning up and
> the
> parents of the teens came to the door to retrieve their children. Cindy
> stayed
> behind to help cleanup. After all the other guests had left, Mom and her
> friend Cookie came into the room where we were all gathered. We had moved
> the
> record player in the living room and Bill and Cindy would play a record
> and
> then would dance slow, extending the night before she had to leave. By
> the end
> of the evening no fast songs ever got played. I was just sitting there
> when
> Cookie asked me to dance. She was a lot skinner and taller than Mom, and
> she
> wore too much perfume, and she smoked. I turned her down but Mom insisted
> I
> get up and dance with her. I tried to do the daylight between us thing
> but she
> was persistent on holding me close.
>
> So while Cindy and Bill danced, I had to endure with Cookie. She would
> crush
> her breasts in my chest, which wasn't bad, but when she talked I could not
> stand the cigarette smell.
>
> As soon as the song was over I went to my room trying to escape the
> evening,
> but a few minutes later I was called back out to dance with her another
> time.
> When I returned mom had finished cleaning up and was sitting on the couch.
> Cookie wanted to dance again, and so I did reluctantly. She had one of
> those
> June Clever dresses on, you know the ones where it was all one piece and
> it
> highlighted the waist with a belt. She had earrings and stockings on, and
> always dressed to the hilt, only if she would stop smoking. Mom on the
> other
> hand always wore a sweater and skirt with the usual hose. You know the
> ones
> with the seam up the back. She always looked good, but she never wore
> much
> jewelry.
>
> After we danced, Cookie gave me peck on the cheek and told me thanks. She
> whispered in my ear, "why don't you ask your mom to dance?"
>
> "I can't, she is my mom." I said in a normal voice.
>
> Mom overheard this and asked what we were talking about.
>
> "Mrs. White wants me to dance with you."
>
> "Well I am your mom, but I like to dance also."
>
> "How about Bill, can't he dance with you?"
>
> "I will dance with him after this dance, come here son."
>
> I hesitated and she had another sip of wine before she made me dance with
> her.
> We had a bit more daylight than with Cookie, but she was shorter, smiled
> better, and was better dancer, slower. Cookie got them more wine and then
> asked Bill to dance. Cindy sat down; I thought she was glued to Bill. So
> Cookie and Bill, Mom and I danced this 1 ½ minute song that seemed an
> eternity.
> I eventually started loosening up as the song neared the end. Mom didn't
> let
> me sit down as the next 45 dropped onto the spindle. When the song
> started she
> pulled herself closer and made me move. I moved my hands off her hip and
> around to the small of her back. Her breasts were now touching me. I
> might
> get to like this I thought.
>
> The song ended and Cindy got up and grabbed Bill again leaving Cookie
> standing
> there. Mom handed me to her. The next song started and I let Cookie move
> closer. My hand was on her back, but as she was a little taller than Mom
> It
> really was on the top of her butt. I could feel something bumpy under her
> dress and I only found out later it was the place where the two ends of
> her
> garter belt are connected, the hook. My mind started thinking that I was
> with
> a real, flesh and blood woman. Bill was with a girl. I decided I was
> going to
> see if Cookie would let me grab a feel or something without getting
> smacked. I
> mean what did I have to lose, I really didn't want to dance with her. My
> hand
> dropped a bit more, clearly on her ass, and I could feel the seam of that
> belt.
> My palms began to sweat, but so far no resistance. We continued to dance
> and
> when I had her back toward my Mom, I saw Mom looking at my hand, but to my
> surprise she didn't say a thing.
>
> When the song ended I did not let Cookie go. I continued dancing till the
> next
> record started. I saw Mom have another sip of wine while watching my
> hands.
> Every step in the dance, I tried to inch my hand even further down. I
> really
> think I had it squarely on the underside of her butt when she grabbed my
> arm
> and pulled it up some. Cindy and Bill were hardly moving and was so
> engrossed
> in each other we could have been naked and they would have never noticed.
> We
> danced more, my hand being persistent, inch-by-inch. "Behave" she
> whispered. I
> continued until the song stopped.
>
> Mom told me not to sit down it was her turn. The next record dropped and
> I
> snuggled up to Mom. Her breasts were now a little flatter on my chest as
> we
> danced. I decided to see if my Mom had a garter belt on and so I let my
> hand
> drop. I could feel the zipper on her skirt before I felt the garter belt.
> I
> was starting to enjoy this, dancing with two women. I know my cock liked
> it.
> Cookie sat there and watched. I pulled Mom a little closer and she
> stepped
> back a few inches. I thought I had blown any chance of feeling any more,
> but
> she stepped out of her shoes and now was in stocking feet. She moved
> right up
> to where she was before. No daylight left and only my erection and a few
> clothes between us.
>
> I looked over at Bill and Cindy, they were kissing and I saw Bill's hand
> trying
> to get under her blouse in the back. Cindy was trying to stay passionate
> without him going to far, especially in front of our mother. She stopped
> him
> for the time being. Cookie watched intently as I danced with Mom, she
> would
> sip her wine and then look at my hand on my mother's ass. When the next
> song
> came she was up in a flash, she took her shoes off, and raced over to have
> her
> turn. She was getting a bit tipsy from the wine and nearly knocked me
> over. I
> steadied myself and put both arms around her like a bear hug. She did not
> resist and I even think she pushed on one of my arms so that my hand would
> be
> on her butt where she had moved it from before. Well nonetheless, that is
> where ended up. During the song my other arm was searching the small of
> her
> back. I had never felt a woman's bra before, just the backs of some
> teenage
> girls when I could. Cookie was giving me the opportunity to study it. I
> used
> my fingers to learn about the hook and eyes holding it together. I felt
> the
> elasticity of it. I felt the adjustment buckles that held it in place.
> But
> every time we turned I was careful not to show much interest in front of
> my mom.
>
> Mom had another glass of wine and told Bill to behave himself. I looked
> over
> and Cindy's blouse was coming out of her skirt. Bill stopped but
> continued to
> dance. When the song ended I had to pee. I went into the bathroom and
> managed, but it is hard to pee through an erection. When I came back, it
> was
> still hard and I think everyone looking noticed. Mom started the songs
> over
> again and sipped on her wine glass once again. Bill had turned one of the
> lights off so it wasn't so bright. I put my arms around Mom to dance.
> She put
> both her arms around my neck and drew me closer. My hand slid down her
> back to
> feel her ass and then it returned to the small of her back. I felt the
> seam of
> her garter belt in the process. As I did with Cookie, I started moving my
> hand
> on her back and found her bra. She kissed my neck. I saw Cookie watching
> as
> she refilled her glass and drank it all. My hand started to go around the
> side
> and under my Mom's arm following the outline of her bra. When it got
> under her
> arm I felt her squeeze my hand with her arm, she kissed my neck again and
> said
> "no" very softly. For the rest of the song I felt every square inch of
> her
> back.
>
> After the song, Cindy announced she had to go. Mom offered to drive her
> home
> but she said she would rather walk since she lives about 2 blocks over and
> 3
> blocks up. I wanted her to walk too. The more time I had Bill out of the
> house the more I was going to learn.
> We said our goodbyes and I knew Bill wasn't taking her straight home, not
> with
> that 59 Biscayne in the driveway with bench seats, and as hot as they had
> made
> each other.
>
> Cookie said "I get the next song."
>
> "Well OK, but I get the one after that"
>
> "We can take turns from know on, two songs apiece, and I do not want any
> arguments" I replied. "Also can we turn another light off?"
>
> Both agreed. Cookie gripped my wrist like an eagle catching a fish. We
> danced
> in front of the couch where Mom was sitting sipping yet another glass of
> wine.
> Cookie had her legs firmly between mine with her dress pushing against my
> leg,
> I could feel her mound on my thigh. Her chest was next to mine and
> without any
> hesitation she took one of my hands and put it right on her thigh, covered
> by
> her dress, and moved it up over the clasp on the ribbons that held her
> stockings. I was getting a leson I wasn't ever going to forget.
>
> Whispering, "Can I feel you too?"
>
> "Sure"
>
> I kissed her neck and felt her hand slide down my back. There was a quick
> squeeze on my butt and as we turned in front of mother she moved it up to
> my
> belt. I was feeling her ass, and had my hand trying to inch up her skirt.
> She
> stopped me and kissed me very quickly on the lips. The second song was
> much
> the same, and I was looking forward to my next dance partner.
>
> "I have had a little of wine tonight so if I get sleepy and lean on you,
> will
> you mind?"
>
> "Absolutely not, I enjoy your dancing"
>
> "Good I enjoy your dancing too. I hope we have a long song. I need to
> relax."
>
> Mom put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips, and then down my
> neck and
> rested her head on my shoulder. My hands went down her back and I felt
> the
> zipper and button on her skirt. My hand gently pulled the back of her
> sweater
> out of her skirt and I felt bare skin for the first time. I immediately
> started exploring her back, over her bra strap to her shoulders.
>
> "That's Nice"
>
> I continued till I felt braver, I pulled her even closer to me and I know
> she
> could feel my erection. I undid the button on her skirt to loosen it up,
> and
> pulled down the zipper just an inch.
>
> "What are you doing?"
>
> "I am giving you some room to breath."
>
> "Well that's good, but definitely no further young man"
>
> As I turned her back to Cookie, Cookie saw what I had done. Cookie took
> another
> drink. I then put my hand just under the waistband of my Moms skirt and
> felt
> the nylon panties that I had seen in the hamper so often. I moved my hand
> up
> her back and felt her bra and then traced the path back down to her skirt.
> My
> hand went under her slip, garter belt, and her panties and massaged the
> small
> of her back. She kissed my neck and held me closer. On the next song, as
> I
> was massaging her back I felt her throw her shoulders back and my fingers
> found
> themselves under her bra. I felt the clasp and decided I would try to
> remove
> it. "No, you're my son." I stopped and. I traced every inch of her back
> lightly with my fingers and when I got under her arm going for her tit I
> felt
> more resistance. "You shouldn't be doing that, besides the song is almost
> over."
>
> Cookie restacked the records and moved in on Mom. Before Mom sat down she
> straightened her sweater but left it outside of her skirt, which was held
> up by
> only the belt. I returned my focus, and Cookie proceeded to hungrily kiss
> me.
> Her tongue darted in my mouth as my hands worked on lifting her dress in
> the
> back. Even with Mom watching, I pulled her hemline up to her waist so I
> could
> feel her panties. She responded, with a more passionate kiss and my hands
> went
> under her slip, she unlocked her hands from around my neck to push the
> waistband of her slip down over her hips so it dropped to the floor. She
> stepped out of it not missing a dance step and kicked it to the side as
> she
> embraced my neck. I moved my hands down and felt the cheeks of her ass.
> I
> grabbed and pulled them trying to do the impossible of getting her closer.
> My
> cock was raging. The song ended and she broke her death grip while we
> waited
> for the next one to start. When it did she placed one of her hands on
> mine and
> guided it to her breast. For the first time in my life I was feeling up
> this
> woman or any woman. I squeezed and massaged that tit like it was the last
> one
> I would ever touch. With my other hand I found the zipper on her dress
> near
> the waistband and knew what my plan would be next. The next record
> dropped.
>
> Mom kicked Cookie's slip out of the way and proceeded to me. I
> immediately met
> her kiss with mine and my arms went around and underneath her sweater. I
> found
> the back of her brassiere and with both hands undid it. She smiled.
> "You're a
> natural, but I can't and you shouldn't"
>
> "Why"
>
> "Because you're my son and I brought you up better than that. Besides if
> you
> want to do that I can tell Cookie is more than ready. She sure has drunk
> enough." Cookie took a big gulp of wine.
>
> "I don't want her Mom, I want you"
>
> "Thank you for flattering me but we can't, can we just dance and hold each
> other?"
>
> With that we danced and held each other, bra undone, her boobs were more
> relaxed. I tried everything I could thing of to touch them but she stopped
> me.
> After the dance she left the room and headed for her bedroom fastening her
> brassiere while she walked.
>
> With Mom gone Cookie moved forward and placed her hand on my cock. "Before
> the
> night is over I want that" she grabbed my hands and placed them on both of
> her
> breasts as she undid the buttons of her dress. Cookie undid all the
> buttons of
> my shirt and soon was grasping at my pants. She pulled my belt out of my
> trousers and then kissed my nipples. Cookie opened her dress so I could
> feel
> and see her breast bound by her bra. I took advantage of the opportunity
> and
> felt them more. Cookie suggested we go to the couch and when we returned
> she
> drank another glass of wine. I kissed her and had my hand up her dress
> until
> Mom walked in and asked if she come back later. I said "no" much to
> Cookie's
> dismay. Mom was my first priority.
>
> Cookie had another glass of wine as Mom and I prepared for our next dance.
>
> I took that as a good sign that she came back and the night was not over
> between us. I immediately put my hands behind her and under her sweater
> and
> felt her tighten up. "Stop." We danced and held each other and I gently
> kissed
> her neck. After our second song we looked over to the couch to find
> Cookie
> asleep. "Looks like she has drank to much, let's move her to your room."
> With
> that said we picked her up and walked her to my room. We both laid her on
> my
> bed. When we returned to the living room we sat a minute. I looked at
> Mom and
> she said she really had a nice time but she should be going to bed. I
> asked
> her not too. I wanted to dance one more set of records. She agreed.
>
> We got up and started dancing; I held her close and still put my hand
> under her
> sweater. She tensed but said nothing. We danced the first song then
> kissed
> each other on the lips gently. I felt her snuggle up to my chest and we
> started moving again. I tried to unsnap her bra, she responded. "If you
> insist, but that is it." I slowly unfastened the bra and the ends feel
> free.
> We danced slowly and she kissed me again. This time she lingered longer.
> I
> kissed her neck and caressed her back.
>
> "Mom, why don't you take your bra off and be more comfortable?"
>
> "That would be nice, but I think you just want to see my breasts."
>
> "You can keep your sweater on."
>
> She went to her bedroom, and in a minute returned in the same sweater.
> Her
> breasts looked more natural now and I felt my cock twitch again. She held
> me
> close and I could feel the stiffness of her nipples through the material.
> My
> hands found themselves on her back again and I was reassured the bra was a
> thing of the past. We danced. "Can you massage my back again like
> before?"
>
> With that incentive I held her close and moved my hand to the small of her
> back. Once again my hands went under her skirt from the waistband. "That
> feels so nice"
>
> I took this opportunity to unzip her skirt even further. I continued my
> massage. As we danced I felt her remove one of her arms from around my
> neck
> and she unfastened her belt. I worked my hands further down. "Easy." she
> said.
>
> I massaged her upper back and then her lower, each time going another ¼
> inch or
> so. Once the song was over we stopped and her skirt fell to the floor.
> She
> looked down but was so somber she did not try to put it back on. "That
> should
> help" I thought. The music returned.
>
> My Mom was dancing with me in her ½ slip and sweater. I continually
> rubbed her
> back and let my hand go further down to her buttocks. Each time she
> seemed to
> move closer, and didn't mind it at all. I kissed her and told her how
> sexy she
> was. "I am not sexy, I am your mother."
>
> "You look very sexy to me."
>
> We danced and kissed. She looked up at me and as we kissed, my hands
> pushed
> the slip past her hips and on to the floor. She did not seem to notice,
> or did
> not care. I could not believe my luck. We resumed dancing and my hands
> caressed her ass through her panties. We danced two more songs before the
> record stack ran out. I broke my embrace and went to the player and I saw
> her
> try to gather her clothes. "Mom where you going?"
>
> ."I need to cover up, besides we danced the stack like I promised you."
>
> "Lets do another one ok?"
>
> "I do not know, we should go to bed"
>
> "Cookie is in my bed mom, I will have to sleep on the couch. For my
> troubles
> you can dance another stack right?"
>
> She did not say a word as the first record dropped and I took her in my
> arms
> again. On the second song I got brave.
>
> "Mom, can I see you?"
>
> "You see me, you are dancing with me."
>
> "Can I step back and see you? I want to see what a woman looks like in a
> garter belt, a REAL woman."
>
> "It isn't right to look at your Mom that way."
>
> "Please Mom, I really want to see."
>
> "Ok, but just this once."
>
> She stepped back and gave me a clear view. I admired her and told her how
> wonderful she looked. She said she hadn't heard that in a long time.
>
> "You look like one of those Playboy Bunny's."
>
> "I am to old."
>
> "No Mom, you do, I never saw one with a sweater on and hose, but I bet
> they
> would look just like you if they did."
>
> "Do you think? In those magazines aren't they topless?"
>
> "Yes," I said emphatically "and your as pretty as they are."
>
> "Well this once, if you would like to see me I will remove my sweater, but
> this
> is between us and as far as it goes."
>
> "May I?"
>
> And with that I stepped forward and raised her arms and lifted her
> sweater.
> "You are bad, my boy." It fell to the floor.
>
> I stepped back again and admired the most beautiful woman I had ever seen,
> my
> Mom.
>
> A song came on and I moved forward and took her to dance. She agreed and
> pushed her chest against mine. I kissed her. I reached up and touched
> her
> breast. "Oooooooh" she murmured, I massaged it and even kissed it. It
> was
> larger than cookies, and fit my hand perfectly. "Just this once." There
> she
> was in a garter belt and panties, with sheer nylons.
> I was in heaven. We pretended to dance as I played with her breasts,
> kissing
> and sucking as much as I could. I could feel the perk nipples between my
> fingers or between my lips, like I had felt many years ago.
>
> When the stack ended she walked over to the record player and started the
> stack
> again.
>
> She came to me and my arms went around her waist and my hands went under
> her
> panties directly on her butt cheeks and I felt the smooth flesh. She
> didn't
> put up any resistance when I asked her to remove her panties.
>
> "Would you like to see me nude, is that what this is all about?" She
> undid the
> hose and lowered her panties to the floor to reveal a well-trimmed mound
> of
> pleasure. Then refastened her hose to the garter belt ribbons.
>
> I took in the view.
>
> On the second song she kissed me and my hands explored her as we danced.
> When
> I went to feel her pussy she stopped me and then the song ended. She
> stepped
> back and left the room. I knew the night was over.
>
> I was surprised when Mom returned a few minutes later. Her cute little
> nipples
> where excited and she came to me "Your over dressed son." With that cue I
> removed my shoes, and dropped my pants.
>
> My boy erection was more visible through my underwear and especially that
> wet
> spot on the front. She told me that if she was going to be dancing almost
> naked that I should be too. I stepped back and removed what remaining
> clothes
> I had on. When she went to remove her garter and hose, I stopped her.
> "Please
> leave them on, you look so sexy in them."
>
> We kissed again and she had to adjust herself so that my erection rested
> next
> to her stomach and did not poke out. As we continued, I kissed her and
> felt
> her hand slip from my shoulder and touch my cock.
>
> "Just this once", she said. She slowly stroked it. Kissing me, and
> letting me
> feel her breasts, I soon lost control and within a short time my cock sent
> semen all over both of us. Mom continued to stroke my cock till it became
> soft
> again. "You better go wash up son." She kissed me goodnight, and went
> into
> her room and closed the door.
>
> That night was never mentioned, and I never got to repeat what had
> happened
> with my mom. It is one of the highlights of my life to this day. I have
> a
> fetish for older women in garter belts now, even if they are 70, just
> because
> of that night.
>
> I decided not to sleep on the couch and returned to my room where early in
> the
> morning, Cookie taught me the facts of life. But that is another story.
>
>
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