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Subject: Incest story: "Johnnys Closet" part 2
Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 05:51:59 -0700
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Johnnys Closet
PART II
I couldnt believe it. After more than a year of lusting after my
mom
and two sisters, I finally had figured out a way to watch them at will.
My
walk-in closet, right next to the bathroom, provided a perfect view,
thanks to the quarter-inch hole I had put above the medicine cabinets
mirror.
In the first five minutes I already had watched older sister
Barbara
pee. True, I hadnt seen her jumbo tits yet, but hey, I was only 14. I
had
years of peeking ahead of me. Life, all of a sudden, seemed wonderful.
I
was, as my parents had told me the day they announced their divorce,
"The
man of the house now." And to me, that meant I was free to watch,
watch,
watch. My big sister, Barbara, almost 17. My little sister, Marie, 12
but
developing quickly. And, most of all, mom, 38 and the sexiest women Ive
ever seen.
Barbara wiped herself dry and dropped the used toilet paper into the
bowl. I shuddered, wondering what it would be like to have that damp
pile
of sheets to play with. What would I do? Would I smell it? Would I
inhale
the odor of Barbaras pee and her hole? Would I jerk off as I looked at
the yellow stained wad and then add my cum to it? I was hard again just
fantasizing. What a mind for being only 14!
I was tempted to jerk off again, but I had never cum more than
twice
in one day, and I knew mom took a shower every evening at 10. I wanted
to
save my next load for that, so I forced myself to think about something
else.
"Im done in here, in case you need the bathroom now," Barbara
shouted
as she passed my door."
I almost said, "I know," but managed to catch myself. "Thanks,
Barb." I
offered. "Im OK."
Since there were so many of us to share one bathroom, we always
announced when we were done in there, so anyone else who had to go
could
get in quickly. "I wont need them to tell me now," I said to myself,
smiling.
Mom and Marie got home from next door, where they had been planning
the
home sales party, and all they did was wash their hands. We had dinner
and
watched a little TV, and at 9 it was time for Marie to go to bed.
"Im going to take my shower in the morning, mom, if thats OK," she
announced. "Im pretty tired."
"No problem, love," mom said. "See you tomorrow."
Marie went upstairs to get into her pajamas and, I guess, to pee.
But I
already had seen Barbara pee, and I didnt want to climb the stairs just
to watch Marie do the same thing. I continued to watch sitcoms with
Barbara and mom, and then, at 9:30 it was time for my shower.
"Gnight," I said to the two older women in my life. "Im gonna wash
up
and then go to sleep. See ya tomorrow."
"Night, sweetie," mom said. "Night," Barbara said.
As I left the living room to climb the stairs, I saw looked back for
a
second to get one more glance at the two women whose tits I would be
seeing for the first time that night. For a second, I thought I caught
them smiling at each other, but I looked closer and figured it was my
imagination. I went upstairs, got my pajamas and hurried to the
bathroom
for that quick shower.
Once behind the locked door, I immediately looked up at the hole. It
was barely visible. "No," I thought to myself, "theyll never see it."
I took a quick shower, and about two minutes into it, I realized
something terrible. The damn glass shower door! I had looked through my
new closet hole at that door five or six times that evening, imagining
what a great angle I had into the shower. But shit! In less than three
minutes in the shower, the whole door had steamed up. It was impossible
to
see out, so it certainly would be impossible to look in. Damn! What
could
I do.
It was then that a miracle happened, or at least it seemed like a
miracle to a young kid. Two weeks before, I had been shopping at the
local
mall with mom, and we had been called over to a small, temporary booth
by
some guy selling something. You know those little kiosks that set up in
malls, where people who are out of work or something try to make ends
meet
by pushing one kind or crappy product or another. Well, this guy was
selling something to clean your eyeglasses with, a kind if slippery
salve
in a small jar. He offered to clean moms sunglasses for free and she
let
him.
He rubbed the stuff on her glasses, then wiped it off with a little
rag. Mom looked at the glasses. "Wow," she said to him. "You werent
kidding! This really is clean!"
"Its a very good product maam," he said. "The one tub is $7 and
lasts a year," he said. "But for $10 you can have two tubs, or one tub
and
a bottle of WindowCleer."
"Of what?" mom asked?
"WindowCleer," he said. "Its the same product, but in liquid form,"
he
said. "You wipe in on windows, mirrors, even the inside of your cars
windshield, and the glass is guaranteed not to steam up."
The miracle, I guess, is that conversation just popped into my
head,
word for word, at exactly the time I most needed it. Of course!
WindowCleer! Mom had gotten the $10 package, and I remember that she
put
the bottle under the bathroom sink.
I bolted out of the shower and opened the door to the cabinet below
the
sink. YES! It was there. I quickly read the instructions. "Place a
small
amount of product on a cotton cloth and rub gently on glass surface. Do
not rinse. Glass is guaranteed not to steam up. Perfect for bathrooms,
eyeglasses ..."
I didnt have to read another word. I got a washcloth and poured some
of the liquid on it. I then scrubbed down both sides of the shower
door,
put the bottle back, dried myself off and threw on my pajamas.
My dick was hard as a rock and still a little red from all the
rubbing
Id been doing. I really wanted to jerk off, but I knew it would pay to
wait.
I looked at the hole again, on my way out and smiled again. Oh, man.
I
was gonna see moms tits in less than an hour.
"Im done in the bathroom," I shouted down to the girls.
"Thanks, honey," mom shouted back. "See you later."
"No," I joked to myself. "Ill see YOU later!"
I went back in my room and made sure everything was set up. First,
of
course, I locked my door. I guess people who like to spy on others
usually
take real care to make sure no one can spy on them. Then, I moved the
clothes along the rod to one end of the closet and placed my chair just
under the hole. There was just enough room to stand there and fit my
head
under the closet shelf while peeking through the hole.
What else would I need? Ahh ... a flashlight, because Id be working
in
the dark, so no one would see light coming through my end of the hole.
And, yes, a box of tissues for, well, you know ... I didnt want to get
cum all over the closet wall.
I placed the tissue box on the closet shelf and then got into bed. I
wanted to do a quick run-through, so nothing could go wrong.
Lets see ... mom walks past my room in her bathrobe and into the
bathroom. I turn on the flashlight, leap out of bed and climb on the
chair. I turn out the flashlight and place it on the closet shelf, grab
three or four tissues in my left hand and place my left eye up to the
hole.
Right hand on cock, left hand full of tissues. Clear view of the
shower. Perfect. I retraced my steps and waited.
I gently squeezed my hard-on, waiting for mom. First, I rubbed it up
and down slowly. Then I pinched it in the middle. Then I tickled the
head.
Then I rubbed the shaft against my stomach. "Cmon, mom," I said softly.
"Let me watch you take a shower."
I couldnt possibly know how much better my first show would be than
simply watching her get washed.
After what seemed like an hour -- but according to the clock was
only
about 20 minutes -- I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I heard two
doors close. Guess mom and Barbara had come up at the same time. A few
minutes later I heard more steps, this time coming down the hall and
walking toward the bathroom. I turned on the flashlight and, knees
literally shaking, went to the closet and got up on the chair.
I would see a tiny spot of light in the closet, telling me someone
was
in the bathroom.
"Here goes," I said to myself. "Presenting ... moms tits!"
I put the tissues in my left hand, grabbed my blood-filled cock in
my
right and placed my eye to the hole. Oh, my god. It wasnt mom. I mean,
it
wasnt JUST mom. This was unbelievable. This was incredible. There was
mom, yes, starting to undress for her shower. But with her and already
totally naked was Barbara!
Mom was sitting on the toilet, peeing. She still had on her bra but
nothing else. Barbara was standing in front of her, only inches away.
And
Barbara was reaching down and playing with her own pussy. She was
standing
in front of our mom and playing with herself! What was happening?
Moms eyes were glued to Barbaras hands. Barb started pumping her
rear
end back and forth in a regular motion. She started to moan, but mom
quickly put her finger up to make a shhhh sound.
Barbara nodded but continued to touch herself. Then, mom stood up,
reached behind her and started unhooking her bra.
My cock was throbbing and was dripping with precum, but I was too
shocked to jerk it. I just watched and tried to control my breathing so
no
one could hear me.
Moms bra dropped to the floor. Oh, god, what fabulous tits! They were
bigger than I had dreamed, although the numbers associated with bra
sizes
meant nothing to me. I had often looked at moms bras in the hamper and
on
the drying line in the basement, but I didnt know what 40DD had meant
--
until now, that is!
And her nipples. They were dark and large -- covering almost a third
of
the front of each tit. And the points were long and like a pencil
eraser.
In spite of my shock, I managed to start a slow knack and forward
motion
with my right hand.
Barbaras tits were also gorgeous. Her bras had said 36C, and now I
knew what that meant too. Her nipples were smaller and lighter colored
but
more pointy than moms. But while both women had different bodies, both
really were getting me hot.
I started to look down toward their pussies, now, but before I
could
focus there Barbara started to reach out toward mom. She grabbed both
of
moms nipples and started to pinch them gently. And mom started doing
the
same to Barbara.
I couldnt believe this. Mom and Barbara playing with each others
bodies. That must have been why they were smiling earlier when I had
mentioned my shower. Why, they must have been doing this forever ...
playing with each other when I was done with my shower. And the only
reason I learned about it at all was because of the hole. My wonderful
closet hole.
Their hands now shifted downward, to their hairy mounds. Moms was
short and trimmed, almost like she shaved it into the shape of a beard.
Barbaras was long, big and wild, hairs sticking out at all angles.
Mom rubbed Barbara. Barbara rubbed mom. And then they sidled over to
the shower and turned it on.
A minute later they both were inside, a mass of hands and wetness
and
soap and rubbing and touching. Fingers going in and out of holes. Even
though I had a beautifully clear view through the chemical-treated
window,
it was hard to keep track of all the moving.
Mom bent over and Barbara spread moms butt cheeks and found her
asshole. Barb stuck in her index finger and moved in and out as mom
wiggled her ass.
Then mom did the same to Barb.
The went for each others tits again, this time squeezing and
sucking.
Then mom got down on her knees and started kissing Barbs mound.
The changed positions, with Barb doing the tonguing this time. It
went
on for 10 minutes. I looked down and noticed that I had already shot a
load onto the closet wall. Shit! I had come and didnt even notice! I
wiped up the dribbling stain with the tissues and went back to the
hole.
My two little sex kittens were out of the shower now, drying each other
off and smiling as if it was THEY who had just cum, not me. Shit, they
probably did cum in there but I never saw the actual moment.
They each put bathrobes on, smiled again at each other and walked
out
into the hall like nothing had happened. I heard both of their bedroom
doors close and got back into my bed.
I was still breathing hard. Holy shit, Mom and Barbara make each
other
cum. And probably every night. And I would be watching, secretly.
My cock was hard again. Would I be able to go for three in one day?
I
fell asleep trying and woke up once in the middle of the night in a
cold,
wet puddle.
My alarm went off at 6 in the morning and in the background I could
hear the shower handles being turned. It was Marie, I guessed, getting
ready for her morning shower. What surprise would I see when I peeked
now,
I wondered? Whod be in there with her, fuckin Elvis Presley? I joked.
I ran to the chair and looked through the hole.
All I could say was, JESUS H. CHRIST!"
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