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CHAPTER 8

	There was still the issue of Jackie to be resolved. When I got
home, I thought
about her and felt a little bit uptight about her. After all, how
could I tell her that I was
fucking her mother even though I knew that SHE was fucking her as
well? The issue took
care of itself the next night.
	Jackie called me to apologize for having not been there the
night before. I told her
I understood about the emergency. Then she asked me a question that
totally floored me.
“Did you have fun with mom last night?” I wasn’t sure what she meant.
Did she know
about us fucking or was she just asking if I had fun talking to her? I
played dumb.
“Michael, it’s okay. Mom told me all about it. You see, mom and I have
a very, uh, special
relationship.” She emphasized the word special. Of course I knew this,
but she didn’t
know I did. Then she told me that she and her mom shared everything
and would I like to
come over tonight. She laughed when she said, “We’d like to share you,
too!” Man, what
did I do to deserve this? Did I die and go to heaven or what? I told
her I’d be over as soon
as I finished dinner. 
	I didn’t eat much that night. I told my mom and dad that I was
going over to
Jackie’s and that I might be late. We had a big test coming up and she
needed a lot of
help. No problem. I went upstairs and took a shower and got ready for
what looked like
the hottest night of my young life. It was. It was.
	Jackie answered the door and immediately gave me a big hug
when I came in. She
smelled as good as her mom did the night before. Kay was nowhere to be
seen. “Where’s
your mom, Jackie?” I asked. Jackie laughed. “What’s the matter,
Michael? Can’t get
enough of my mom?” I smiled, turned red, shook my head as if to say
“no”. Then Kay
walked in from the bedroom. She had on a pair of jeans that looked
just perfect on her and
a red, short sleeved top which highlighted her small, but perky
breasts. She gave me a big
hugged and held me close as she kissed me hello. “Come on in, Michael.
We’ve been
waiting for you!” We all sat in the living room. We chatted for
awhile, mostly small talk.
Jackie sat right next to me. Kay sat across from us in the same chair
she started in the
night before. 
	Jackie was wearing jeans, too. In fact, they looked more like
sisters than mother
and daughter. Kay changed the subject first. “Michael,” she said with
a loving look in her
eyes. “You might think it strange, but Jackie and I have a very
special type of relationship.
We share EVERYTHING, Michael. I’m not quite sure you really understand
what I’m
saying, but we do. I told Jackie about us. We don’t keep secrets. I
also told her how
wonderful you were, too!” She smiled that big, broad smile. Jackie
smiled, too. I blushed.
Kay moved over to my free side as she went on. She ran her hand
through my hair. “We’d
like to share you, too, Michael. Would you mind that?” Was she out of
her mind, I
thought? Would I MIND? Would I mind fucking this mother and her
daughter? I don’t
think so. Kay made eye contact with Jackie and they each took one hand
and led me like a
lamb to slaughter to Kays bedroom.
	These two beauties proceeded to put on a show for me that I
would never forget.
Even now, some 30 years later, I remember it as if it had just
happened. Kay sat me down
on the bed and she and Jackie began to undress me. I put up no
argument. They got me
naked and as soon as my hot cock was exposed, I saw Jackie’s eyes
light up. She turned
to hermom and said, “You were right, mom. He IS big!” We all laughed
and that sort of
set the tone for the evening. “Now you just sit there and relax,
Michael” Kay ordered me.
Again, I put up no resistance. The two began to strip for me. Kay put
on some music and
they began to dance around in front of me. Kay slipped Jackie’s shirt
over her head,
exposing bare breasts. They were young, soft, big tits that begged to
be sucked. They’d
look at each other, then at me, and continue their sexual dance. Then
Jackie undid her
mom’s shirt. She, too, was bare breasted. In tandem, they wriggled
from their tight jeans.
No panties, either. One sleek, red cunt and one very hairy, black
cunt. My cock was rock
hard and I instinctively began to fondle myself as I watched with
total concentration. 
	Kay reached her arms out to Jackie and they embraced, their
tits pressed hard
against each others. They kissed. It was a deep, loving kiss. I could
hear them softly
moaning as they held each other. “Let’s do him.” Kay whispered to
Jackie. They both
knelt down on either side of me and both of them began to lick my
balls and cock. They
took turns sucking me off and, in between sucking my cock, they would
kiss each other.
I’m sure I had died and went to heaven. It was like a game with the
two of them. The
winner would be the one who was sucking my cock when I came. They
drove me nuts as
each would suck for a minute or two and then release me as I was about
to cum. The
other would start to suck and I would be ready to cum and SHE would
stop. I was
moaning with utter pleasure. Kay won this round. As I came, Jackie
wrapped her lips
around my balls and sucked up the excess cum that her mother didn’t
get. I watched them
kiss and slip my cum between them. I couldn’t hold myself up any
longer and fell back on
the bed.
	They joined me, slipping up on either side of me. When I
regained my energy and
my cock grew hard again, we fucked. Boy did we fuck. It seemed as if
there was nothing
off limits to Kay and her sexy daughter. We tried all kinds of
positions and must have
fucked for hours. I hated to leave, but I had to, eventually, get
home. There would be lots
more nights spent with Kay and Jackie, though.

CHAPTER 9

	It might have been on the third or fourth time that the three
of us were together
when Kay finally pulled out that strap on dildo I first saw her fuck
her daughter with. Of
course, I acted surprised. Kay said she wanted to give me a treat. She
strapped on the pink
cock and I watched her and Jackie fuck. I jerked off watching them.
Kay looked over at
me after they were through and said to me, “Hmmm, my dear boy, perhaps
I should use
this on you!” I think she was waiting to see my reaction. I wasn’t
quite sure just how to
react, but there wasn’t anything in the world I wouldn’t do for that
woman, so I told her if
that’s what she wanted, I would do it. She was suprised, I think, that
I answered that way.
Looking back, I don’t think she was really serious about fucking me,
but when the offer
arouse, she was more than willing to try it. Jackie watched intently
as Kay set me down on
the bed on my hands and knees. She took some kind of lubricant and
rubbed it around my
asshole. Her fingers around my hole felt kind of erotic. She got down
on her hands and
knees behind me and slowly rubbed the end of the dildo around my hole,
trying ever so
slowly to slip it in. She kept asking me of I was okay. I nodded my
head. Finally, with a
short burst, the end of that dildo thrust into my virgin asshole. I
quivered as she slipped it
deeper inside. Slowly she began to fuck my asshole with her fake cock.
She was loving it,
moaning and breathing hard. Jackie positioned herself in front of me,
her black-haired cunt
at my face. I started to eat her as Kay fucked me harder. it hurt, but
I didn’t let her know.
She fucked me for a few minutes and pulled out the dildo. I felt
immediate relief and
collapsed on the bed. Kay lay over me, her head cuddled into my neck,
kissing me. “Are
you okay, baby?” she whispered in my ear. “Yeah, I think so.” The two
of them then lay
by either side of me and we all hugged and just lay there for awhile. 
	That was the only time we ever did that. I think Kay was smart
enough to realize
that I didn’t really like it. We had many, many wonderful nights
together. There was one
more episode with Kay and Jackie that I will relate to you and then I
must move on.

CHAPTER 10

	I was coming over Kay’s house 2 or 3 times a week. One time in
particular, I
arrive, expecting my two lovers. Kay answered the door and immediately
told be that
Jackie wasn’t home this night. I was surprised to see a man there,
however. His name was
Marty. he was about Kay’s age (early 40’s). He was about 6’ tall with
slicked back black
hair. They were in the livingroom talking when I got there. We were
introduced and I, of
course, didn’t figure that Marty knew anything about our threesome. I
figured he must
have thought I was Jackie’s boyfriend. We started to talk and he
seemed nice enough, but
I did notice that he seemed more interested in me than Kay. He was
always looking over
at me and smiling. Kay got up and excused herself from Marty. She
motioned me to
follow her, which I did.
	In the kitchen, I hugged my older lover and kissed her.
“Michael, honey, I want to
ask you something. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’d
really like to see it,
though.” What is it Kay?” I asked. “Well, Marty out there, he, uh, he
kind of likes boys, if
you know what I mean. He’s an old friend of mine. Would you be
interested in being with
him tonight?” I was literally shaken by her request. The only time I
had ever sone anything
with a guy was when my friend and I jerked each other off when we were
12. I tried to act
mature. “Is this what you want, Kay?” She nodded her head and licked
her lips. “I think
it’s so erotic.” “Will you be with us?” I asked her. “Of course,
darling. I want to watch!”
She made me laugh. I told I would try it....for her. That made her
very happy and we
walked back out hand in hand.
	“Come, Marty. Let’s go inside,” she motioned to him. The three
of us walked into
her bedroom. We all sat down on the bed. Mart took my hand and told me
to just relax, he
wouldn’t hurt me. I felt alot more comfortable having Kay in there
with us. “Why don’t
we all get undressed and comfortable,” Kay suggested. In a few moments
we were all
naked. I felt strange being naked with this man, but I was doing it
for Kay. I noticed that
his dick was kind of small. In fact, mine was bigger than his. I was
so fucking proud of
myself! Marty sat back down next to me. Kay sat in the chair, watching
us. He leaned over
and started to lick and suck my nipples. Actually, I was rather turned
on by it and I started
to relax. As he kissed my chest and body, I would keep looking over at
Kay and she
would be prodding me on. She started to play with herself, which
turned me on. I think
that’s why I got hard, not from Marty. 
	He slipped his hand down to my cock and started to rub me. He
worked his way
down my chest to my cock and soon he was sucking me off, holding my
balls in his hands
and gently caressing me. he gave me a great blowjob. I was really
quite amazed at how a
guy could suck my cock as good as a woman could. I came in his mouth
and he
swallowed it all. Kay was sitting there, writhing in the chair,
moaning and having her own
little orgasm. 
	I finished cumming and Marty lay back on the bed. His dick was
hard and he
motioned for me to get on top of him. Our balls were rubbing against
each others and he
grabbed my ass and pressed my body tight against his. He whispered to
me, “Suck my
cock.” I reluctantly slid down is hairy body and looked as his cock. I
looked over at Kay. I
couldn’t hear her, but her lips were saying, “Go ahead. Suck his
cock.” I began to slip the
head of his cock in my mouth. I kept telling myself that I was doing
this for Kay. I sucked
him off, but when he started to cum, I pulled off. I didn’t want his
cum in my mouth. He
grabbed his cock and finished the job, a big, warm mess of cum
spurting out from his
cock. He lay there, a big smile on his face. 
	I was definitely not into a gay thing then or now. I did it
for Kay. Some of it, I’ll
admit was a turn on, but mostly not. When marty got his strength back,
he wanted to fuck
me. I resisted, but the ever aware red-headed sex machine stepped in.
She came over to
the bed and lay down next to me. Marty was standing over me, his cock
hard and ready to
fuck my asshole. Kay whispered in my ear, “Fuck me while he fucks you.
Please!” The
wasy she asked me, how could I refuse her? Mart waited until my cock
was buried in her
red cunt. He slipped behind me, grabbing my ass and slowly ramming his
cock insode me.
It took a couple of minutes to build up the right rhythm, me fucking
Kya, Marty fucking
me. When we really got it going could, it was kind of a turn on. I
know Marty was happy!
After we finished the whole scene and Marty was gone, Kay told me how
much he liked
fucking young boys. She said he fucked lots of them and, if I was
interested, he paid the
boys to fuck and suck. I said I wasn’t interested. I’d rather fuck Kay
and Jackie. She
laughed heartily and thanked me for doing this for her.
	Like all good things, they eventually come to an end and
usually way too soon. My
first lovers, Kay and Jackie, were no exception to that rule. After
school had ended (about
3 months or so into our hot relationship), Jackie told me that they
were going away for
most of the summer. I was crushed. They wrote occassionally and I
wrote back, but I
could tell that they were probably having fun with some other
guy...and why not?
	We started up again at the end of the summer, but that, too,
stopped shortly
thereafter. Kay announced that the two of them were moving to another
city. I was very
depressed for quite some time as you might imagine. One just doesn’t
start up a
relationship like we had every day...or even, as I found out, every
lifetime. While I was
sleeping with Kay and Jackie, my nightly forays first fell to weekly,
then not at all. I even
stopped fantasizing about my mom’s friend, Margaret. Once I got over
the inital grief of
them leaving, things soon returned to normal. I had just turned 16. I
was still a genuine
peeping Tom. 


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CHAPTER 11

	I soon got back into my regular stops and an occasional new
one. This time it was
Kate. Kate and her husband were, as far as I could tell, the oldest
couple in the
neighborhood. They had two grown children who lived in a nother state.
I figured Kate to
be in her early to mid fifties. She was tiny, maybe 5’0. There really
wasn’t anything out of
the ordinary about my peeping in her window, at least not until about
30 years later. I
caught her through her bathroom window and got a pretty good peek at
her tits a few
times. I didn’t catch up with her again until she was 79. 
	Kate was one of those people who, no matter how old they were,
always thought
of themselves as young. I liked that about her. When she lived in our
neighborhood, she
was always friendly to me and I liked her even beofre I got a chance
to see her tits through
her window. Time passes and eventually, I went off to college, Kate’s
husband passed
away and she moved off to another town, not that far away. I never
thought about her in
the intervening years other than an occasional word or two about her
from my mother
saying that she had seen Kate and she asked how I was. I never really
paid it any mind.
	As I got older, I found myself more and more interested in
older women. Of
course, my early affair with Kay had probably set the tone for my
interest and I had had
one or two relationships with older women in the ensuing years. Kate,
however, was a
MUCH older woman. About 40 years older. One day, my mother mentione
that Kate had
asked about me and told her that if I was ever in the neighborhood, to
stop by and say
hello. I decided to take her up on her offer. I didn’t expect
anything, after all, I had no idea
what she looked like. I knew that she was still pretty active, because
my mother had told
me so. A few days later, I had some free time and called her up one
morning.
	She sounded as ebullient as ever and I told her that I would
be around her
neighborhood and would it be allright to stop by and say hello. “By
all means, Michael! I’d
love to see you.” it was about 10 am when I reached her apartment. She
answered the
door in a nightgown and a huge smile. The nightgown was nothing sexy,
nor was it
seethrough. Just a nightgown. She invited me in. We hugged and she
invited me into the
kitchen for some coffee. She was still the tiny little woman I had
known, only 40 years
older. She was 78, but she still acted young and she wasn’t that bad
looking. Sure, her
skin had folds and was not the soft, smooth skin of a young woman, but
it was a turn on
to me.
	We talked about old times and what we had done in the past 25
or so years. I told
her she was still a good looking woman. she blushed a little and told
me to stop lying. I
didn’t make any outright advances towards her, but I could tell from
our conversation that
she still had a sex drive and I did think that she was still horny for
some good, hard sex.
An hour or so passed, nothing happened and I was going to leave
without having scored. I
could live with that, since I had come with no expectations. As we
headed for the door, I
knew that this might be my only chance to bed her and that I should at
least make a try.
she was cool enough to deal with it if it didn’t work out. I turned
back to her and said,
“You know, Kate, i think you are very sexy.” “Oh, stop it, Michael!”
She thought I was
joking. I put my hands on her shoulders, looked her in the eye and
said, “No, Kate, I mean
it. I’m, uh, I’m very attracted to you.” She was a bit stunned. “You’d
better leave before I
lose control here.” I reached over and kissed her on the lips. She
pulled away. “Now you
stop that! I can’t take this.” She was definitely losing control the
way I wanted her to.
“OK, OK,” I answered, turning back towards the door. I really was
going to leave, but I
just couldn’t. She opened the door, trying to get me to leave. I took
one step, turned back
around, shut the door, took her in my arms and placed my lips hard
upon hers. she resisted
for just the slightest moment and then she relented and kissed me
back. I picked her up in
my arms, still kissing her, and began to carry her into the bedroom.
	“I didn’t think you would give up so easily,” she sighed as I
lay her small, old body
on the bed. “I’m going to make love to you Kate.” I lay down beside
her and began to
touch her old, luecious body with my fingers. Once we got started,
Kate was just as sexual
as a 20 year old. She was so hungry for sex! It was incredible. I
lifted her nightie and
began to play with her pussy. She spread her legs wide as my fingers
magically touched
her pussy and clit. There was no elasticity in her cunt lips, but
other than that, her pussy
was just as wonderful as any other I had been in. I lifted her nightie
over her head and saw
her wonderful old tits. They weren’t that saggy because they were
never very big. I
wsucked her titties and she rubbed my head as I did. 
	My precum served to lubricate her as I slipped my hungry cock
into her starving
pussy. She was a great fuck and my hunger for older women increased
even more. I
thought of her as almost a grandmother. it was very erotic fucking my
grandmother. She
loved every minute of the experience, as did I. She was a great
kisser, too. I came twice
inside her. We lay there, spent, for about an hour. She told me how
long it had been since
she had been fucked. She told me that she and her friends often talked
about sex, but
never could find anyone to fuck them. I thought to myself, “Hmm, maybe
I can start a
business here.” I asked her to talk to her friend and see if she were
interested in meeting
me. She told me she didn’t have to ask, she would be. 
	I fucked Kate a few times, and I fucked her friend a couple of
times as well. That
was about 8 or 9 years ago and ever since, I’ve seriously thought
about getting a job in a
retirement home to find some action there. So far, I haven’t done it,
but I’m still planning
to.

CHAPTER 12

	So, back to being 16, horny and a master peeping Tom.
Truthfully, I was getting
more and more bored with peeping through windows. I was getting more
and more sex
(with girls my own age, unfortunately!) and I had seen just about
everyone there was to be
seen. Sure, I still loved to stop at Mrs. W’s house and see those
perfect tits. I gave up
trying to peep in on Margaret. I had tried so many times to no avail.
I had to be contented
with the bra, panties and pantyhose I had taken from her. I would
still masturbate once in
awhile with them. I still had other favorites who I would visit on
occasion, but all in all, I
was losing my need to spy on people. 
	I had been out one evening, visiting some “old friends”. I
walked home, maybe a
passing thought about Kay going through my head. I saw my house ahead
and noticed that
my parent’s bedroom window was lit up. Amazingly, in all my travels, I
had never once
tried to peep in on my own mother. She was good looking and had a nice
body, but
somehow, I had never thoguth about it for some reason. I quietly crept
up to the window.
My dad was out of town, so I knew it had to be her in there. It was
9:30 and mom usually
went to bed after 10. They had blinds on their windows and the slats
were well apart. An
easy target for a master peeper like me. I looked in. Mom was sitting
in bed, still dressed,
reading a book. I waited several minutes. She would , every once in
awhile, put her hand
between her legs and rub her pussy a little bit as she read. This was
getting interesting, I
thought, so I stuck around a bit longer.
	A few minutes later, Mom put the book aside, got up and began
to undress. It felt
strange watching my own mother undress, but I was turned on by it. she
took off her
blouse, flipped it over on the chair then she undid her skirt. It fell
silently to the floor and
she stood there in a bra and panties. She had a good figure. She
reached her hands behind
her to undo the clasp of her bra and it, too, fell to the floor. I
could see her left tit, since
she was sort of sideways to me. I liked her nipples. brown and erect
they were and they
looked very suckable. By this time, I was a pretty good judge of tits.
I had seen more than
most guys see in a lifetime. Moms ranked right up there. She slid down
her panties and
when she turned more towards me, I got a real shock. Her pussy was
shaved! It was bare.
Just two, pinkish-red cunt lips. It was very hot!
	Instead of hading to the bathroom, as I thought she would, she
went back to the
bed, picked back up the book and started reading again. Her knees were
drawn up and her
pussy was spread. She started to play with herself as she read. I was
getting hotter and
hotter. God, I was watching my mother masturbate. She began grinding
back and forth,
eventually putting the book doen and paying full atention to her
masturbating. her fingers
slipped inside her cunt, wriggled around in there. Her other hand was
busy fondling her
tits and playing with her nipples. Her mouth was moving, moaning. She
thrust her ass
forward as she started to cum. She looked very satisfied. So did I. It
was then, that very
moment, that I first began to really fantasize about having sex with
my own mother. 

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CHAPTER 12

	So, back to being 16, horny and a master peeping Tom.
Truthfully, I was getting
more and more bored with peeping through windows. I was getting more
and more sex
(with girls my own age, unfortunately!) and I had seen just about
everyone there was to be
seen. Sure, I still loved to stop at Mrs. W’s house and see those
perfect tits. I gave up
trying to peep in on Margaret. I had tried so many times to no avail.
I had to be contented
with the bra, panties and pantyhose I had taken from her. I would
still masturbate once in
awhile with them. I still had other favorites who I would visit on
occasion, but all in all, I
was losing my need to spy on people. 
	I had been out one evening, visiting some “old friends”. I
walked home, maybe a
passing thought about Kay going through my head. I saw my house ahead
and noticed that
my parent’s bedroom window was lit up. Amazingly, in all my travels, I
had never once
tried to peep in on my own mother. She was good looking and had a nice
body, but
somehow, I had never thoguth about it for some reason. I quietly crept
up to the window.
My dad was out of town, so I knew it had to be her in there. It was
9:30 and mom usually
went to bed after 10. They had blinds on their windows and the slats
were well apart. An
easy target for a master peeper like me. I looked in. Mom was sitting
in bed, still dressed,
reading a book. I waited several minutes. She would , every once in
awhile, put her hand
between her legs and rub her pussy a little bit as she read. This was
getting interesting, I
thought, so I stuck around a bit longer.
	A few minutes later, Mom put the book aside, got up and began
to undress. It felt
strange watching my own mother undress, but I was turned on by it. she
took off her
blouse, flipped it over on the chair then she undid her skirt. It fell
silently to the floor and
she stood there in a bra and panties. She had a good figure. She
reached her hands behind
her to undo the clasp of her bra and it, too, fell to the floor. I
could see her left tit, since
she was sort of sideways to me. I liked her nipples. brown and erect
they were and they
looked very suckable. By this time, I was a pretty good judge of tits.
I had seen more than
most guys see in a lifetime. Moms ranked right up there. She slid down
her panties and
when she turned more towards me, I got a real shock. Her pussy was
shaved! It was bare.
Just two, pinkish-red cunt lips. It was very hot!
	Instead of hading to the bathroom, as I thought she would, she
went back to the
bed, picked back up the book and started reading again. Her knees were
drawn up and her
pussy was spread. She started to play with herself as she read. I was
getting hotter and
hotter. God, I was watching my mother masturbate. She began grinding
back and forth,
eventually putting the book doen and paying full atention to her
masturbating. her fingers
slipped inside her cunt, wriggled around in there. Her other hand was
busy fondling her
tits and playing with her nipples. Her mouth was moving, moaning. She
thrust her ass
forward as she started to cum. She looked very satisfied. So did I. It
was then, that very
moment, that I first began to really fantasize about having sex with
my own mother. 

CHAPTER 13
	I purposely said little about my parents up till now. I wanted
to save it for last. My
dad was, wel for lack of a better word, kind of wimpy and very
straight. It was my mother
who was the boss and she was definitely cooler than my father. Dad was
a hard working
guy who took care of his family, but he was kind of boring. It was mom
who had the sense
of humore. It was mom who always wanted to do different things. As far
as sex was
concerned, I didn’t know a whole lot about their sex life, but I
figured that it was she who
instigated sex most of the time.
	After I saw her masturbate, I decided that my mother was more
open minded
about sex than my father was. I began to focus my sexual attention on
her. I suppose
because of my relationship with Kay and her daughter, I thought that
incest was okay.
After all, if a mother and daughter could fuck each other and,
apparently, be happy, why
couldn’t a son and his mother fuck. Specifically, why couldn’t I fuck
my mother? I
wondered how she would feel about it. It didn’t happen over night.
	Let me say one thing about this, for those of you who consider
incest disgusting. I
was, and have always been extremely open-minded about sex. As my
previous writing
reveals, there is little I wouldn’t try. To me, the only sexual
activity which I personally find
disgusting is sex with children. I don’t mean 15 year olds. I mean 5,6
7 or so. To take a
child’s innocence like that is, to me, disgusting. I don’t want to
preach, but this is just the
way I feel. As for incest, I think it’s okay if the child is old
enough to consider his or her
options and not be forced into anything. I wanted to fuck my mother
and that was the way
I felt. There was nothing that would change my mind.
	My father was a salesman who spent much time on the road. He
made good money
and we lacked for nothing as I was growing up. Nothing except having
sex with my
mother. I’m sure, if he ever knew how I felt about mom, he would have
a heart attack and
die right there on the spot. Maybe that wouldn’t have been such a bad
thing. I would have
been alone with her and had a better chance of fucking her. I WAS
sick, wasn’t I????
	Dad didn’t die, though, and my sexual feelings for my mother
were increasing as I
got older. I pulled the same theft that I did with her friend
Margaret. I stole her
underwear. I got a soiled pair from her laundry basket. They had a
terrific scent of her
pussy on them. I fanatsized that she had masturbated in them and that
her pussy juice was
all over them. I’d lay up in my room, wearing mom’s panites and
jerking off. I jerked off
in them so many times, they soon became ragged and smeeled more form
my cum than
from her pussy.
	I continued to spy in her window. I’d go in there during the
day and try and set up
the blinds so that I could get the best view of her at night. Most of
the time she never
touched them and I was rewarded with many enjoyable moments watching
my mother
either undress or, better yet, masturbate. She would masturbate alot,
especially when dad
was away, but she even did it when he was home. She had didlo not much
unlike the one
Kay had, only no straps. She’d stick it in her cunt, thrust it in and
out, and then she’d put
it in her mouth and lick off her own pussy. How I never screamed into
her window,
“Mom, why not suck MY cock instead of that phoney dick!” I’ll never
know.
	She wasn’t stupid, and I think I started giving myself away by
always leering at her
and trying to get a look at her tits when she’d bend over. Mom was a
very sexy woman.
She had that indescribable sexuality which a woman either has or has
not. She had it, and
she liked to show it off. I saw how other men looked at her when we’d
go out. I think dad
was oblivious to it. I often wondered if she’d had an affairon my
father. I had no evidence
of it, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had.
	Anyway, I said that she was becoming aware of my newfound
interest in her. She
said niothing in the beginning, but instead of drawing back, she would
show herself off
more. I found that she was “allowing” me to see her more and more in
just a bra and
panties. I really think she was teasing me....and enjoying it. It was
driving me nuts. I began
to wonder, “What would happen if I made a pass at her? Would she be so
turned off that
she’d hate me forever?” I was afraid, at first, to do or say anything
for fear that her
reaction would be negative.
	My sexual attraction to mom was continuing as I got older.
Somehow, I managed
to reach 17 without being able to fuck my mother. I was a senior in
high school and the
following year, I was planning to go away to college. Far away. I
continued to peep
through her window, almost exclusively. every once in awhile, I would
go to another
house, but my mind was on mom and only mom. She continued to tease me
with her
various states of undress. This seemed to get worse when my dad would
be out of town. I
couldn’t take it much longer. I decided that I would tease HER a
little bit and see what
happened. I’d walk around in my underwear often. She’d look at me, a
smile across her
face. We were actually playing games with each other. I think that
both of us were afraid
to say or do anything more than just tease. There was a line that
needed to be crossed, but
crossing that line involved a great deal. Many things would change as
a result and I think
we both realized the importance of crossing...or not crossing that
line.



