Adult Image Library 2/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_2_Disc2.iso/stories/voyr_son.txt

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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 jewelery, 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
abbutted 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, redrilled 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 remodelling 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....

               *         *         *

... when I was awakened by Mom coming into my room.  She had just
come from her shower and had on a white terry-cloth robe and had her
hair wrapped up in a towel.  She sat on the edge of my bed and
started talking.

"I was taking my shower and, naturally, thinking about your little
escapade.  I wanted to ask you a few things.  First of all, what
ever possessed you to do this?"

I decided my best net was to play it straight with her, so I backed
up and told her the whole story, starting with my voyeurism, through
to the point where I drilled my hole.  She listened in silence, not
appearing shocked or disgusted at all.

After I stopped talking, she considered a minute, then said, "But
you still haven't answered my question.  Does voyeurism excite you?"

"Yes," I answered in a small voice.

"Does it get you off?"

"Um, yeah."

"Do you masturbate?"

"Uhhh..."

"Did watching me excite you?"

"Ummm...."

"Did you masturbate after watching me?"

"Errr...."

"Oh, come off it, Don, I walked in here and saw you.  There's
nothing wrong with what you're telling me.  They seem to be the
natural, healthy urges of a guy your age.  And I wanted to apologize
about calling you a degenerate yesterday."

"But, I spied on you and then jacked o-, er, masturbated."

"There's nothing wrong with the term 'jacked off', or the action for
that matter.  Everyone does it."

"But Dad told me last year that most guys don't.  He said that men
should be able to control those urges.  He doesn't jack, uh, off."

"Part of your Dad's problem is that he's too uptight.  That's really
why I was angry at you for taking such a stupid chance.  I'm also
angry at him now for filling your head with such nonsense.  Your Dad
is the exception; most people do masturbate.  Honestly, sometimes
I'm surprised I could interest your Dad in sex long enough to have
you."

"So you and Dad don't really, uh, too often."

"Not really at all.  Once in a blue moon."

"Then how do you...  I mean if you feel like...  uh, what if..."

"I masturbate, you dummy.  What do you think I've been saying here?
Now, how often do you masturbate?"

"Couple times every day."

"Really?" she sounded surprised.

"Is that bad?"  I asked worriedly.

"No, that's good.  I mean, it's not bad.  I'm just surprised you've
got that much energy.  Twice a day, huh?"

"Sometimes more."

"What's your record?"

"Six."

"SIX!  Wow, you aren't at all like your father.  Do you usually do
it at night?"

"Usually once first thing in the morning, then more at night."

"First thing in the morning, huh?  Then you probably can't wait 'til
I walk out of here, judging from the tent you've made of your
sheet."  I gasped and blushed, bunching up the covers over my lap.
Mom just laughed at my discomfiture and continued,  "I've got an idea
what your punishment should be," she said.  "Right here, right now,
I want you to jack off in front of me."

I had had an inkling that this had been where the conversation was
leading, but I had dismissed it as wishful thinking.  Now that it
had come to this, though, I wasn't exactly sure about it.  I really
felt uncomfortable about jacking off in front of anyone else,
particularly my Mom.  But hadn't fantasizing about her gotten me
into this mess?  And isn't this really what I'd hoped for all along?
Hell, yes! but to what extent was Mom willing to go?  Was she truly
trying to break me of this behavior by humiliating me?  Only one way
to find out.

"Uh, I don't know, Mom.  You know..."

"Come off it, buster,  you've been gawking at me for weeks now.  I
think turnabout is fair play.  Now get started."

Now or never, I thought,  "Well, okay," I said, "but I'm used to a
little visual stimulation first.  Would you mind opening your robe
for me?"

"Young man I'm shocked," she said in mock severity, "haven't you had
enough free peeks at me?"

"No way," I said earnestly.

"Very well," she said standing up.  She pulled a chair over next to
the bed.  "Sit on the edge of your bed, facing me," she ordered.

I complied, leaving my sheets in a bunch on the bed.  My cock
pointed up at an angle, straight and proud like a 7-inch missile
aimed right at her head.  For her part, Mom pulled the towel off of
her head and shook out her damp red locks.  Then she opened the robe
slowly, never taking her eyes off my face.  I avidly awaited the
closest look yet at her gorgeous body.  I gasped in admiration as
the robe came fully open, and she beamed proudly.  She then shrugged
the robe off her shoulders and sat naked in the chair.  Leaning back
with her legs slightly spread and her arms resting on the wooden
arms of the chair she said in a soft, sultry voice, "There's your
visual stimulation, Don, now get going."

Automatically I grabbed my cock and began a slow stroke.  My gaze
focused on her lush body.  First I examined her luscious tits.  The
nipples were a dusky red color, erected like the tip of my pinky
from the swollen areolas.  The breasts themselves were a creamy
white, laced beneath the skin with the barest hint of blue veins.
Starting below her collarbone, a spray of light, small freckles,
extended down into the deep valley between her boobs.  I thought
about laying my dick in that valley, and shivered in erotic ecstacy.
My pace increased.

I dropped my gaze to the gorgeous sight between her legs.  Auburn
curls played about her pubis, but were trimmed away from the lips.
The lips were pouty and slightly engorged.  They looked like the
petals of a rose about to unfold.  The inner lips peeked out a
little between them, enhancing the image, as did the faint trace of
moisture glistening like dew between them.  Her clit was large,
protruding boldly at the top.  As I focused on that mound of Venus,
Mom's hand crept into view, and she delicately ran one finger
between her pussy lips, drawing more moisture out.  Her finger
traced upward and bumped over her clit.  Her whole body shuddered.

Amazed I looked up at her face.  Mom's eyes were closed, her head
thrown back.  I looked back down and watched in amazement as her
finger repeated its delicate task, again, again, again.  Each time
it bumped her clit she shuddered.

Then her down-to-up motion became a normal up-and-down.  Her paced
quickened to meet mine.  I looked up again and she winked at me,
then dropped her gaze to my crotch.  She was matching her strokes
to mine.  I quickened my pace. So did she.  I slowed down to
leisurely strokes.  Mom did the same.  Wickedly, I rubbed my palm
over the knob of my cock repeatedly.  Her finger did the same to her
clit, but she couldn't stand it long.  She suddenly surged forward,
sitting up on the edge of the chair.  "No fair, you little tease,"
she whispered.  "Hurry up, let's cum together."

We were each on the edge of our seats, so to speak.  Our heads were
bent forward examining each other, almost touching.  Our knees were
splayed opposite each other.  Our quickly moving hands were no more
than 2 feet apart.  I raised my gaze a little, noticed that freckled
valley between her tits again.  Her tits swayed back and forth and
also bounced a little up and down from the motion.  I thought again
about fucking those tits and spraying cum all over the freckles, and
suddenly I felt my orgasm coming on.

"Oh Mom, I'm gonna cum!" I grunted, whipping my cock with a frenzy.

"Oh, oh, not yet," she whimpered, "I'm almost there."

But it was too late.  With a strangled cry I let loose.  The first
spray jetted forth and hit Mom, right on those freckles.  Mom gasped
in surprise and ecstacy.  I surged to my feet, still cumming, and
put my left hand on her shoulder for support.  I jacked more and
more cream onto my Mother's heaving torso.  Splatters landed on her
tits, her stomach, her thighs and her pussy.  As one hit her square
on those pussy lips, she gasped and emitted a thin, quavering wail
"I'mmmm Cuuuuuummmmmmmiiiiinnnnngggg!"

I continued stroking dribbles onto her as she squirmed through her
orgasm, panting and shaking.  Finally, physically and emotionally
drained, I flopped back onto the bed.  When I opened my eyes, Mom
was standing next to the bed, looking down with shining eyes.  "That
was incredible," she breathed.  Her eyes travelled the length of my
body, pausing to take in my detumescing rod.  "Hmmmm," she said
appreciatively, "you're much better hung than you're father."  Then
she seemed to notice my jism all over her body.  As we watched, one
gob of semen rolled down the swell of her breast to hang from her
nipple.  In the most erotic gesture I've ever seen, before or since,
she bent her head, lifted her breast, and my Mom licked my cum off
of her nipple.  "Mmmmm," she said again, "you taste better than he
does, too."

My cock reversed its field and began to stiffen again.  Mom noticed
and reached down, actually touching me for the first time in this
whole encounter.  I knew it wouldn't be the last.

"You're just about ready for more," she said appreciatively.

"Just about," I agreed.

"Let's see if we can't help it along," she said as she climbed on
the bed between my legs.  Then she lowered her mouth to my
stiffening rod and helped it along with a big, wet, leisurely lick
from root to tip.  "Records were made to be broken," she said.

"Huh?"  My mind missed something as she laid another tongue lashing
on me.

"Didn't you say your record was six cums in one day?"  SLURP!

"I, ah, ummmmmmm, yes!"

"Let's go for seven," she whispered, then dropped her whole warm
mouth over my rod.  Within minutes, number two was bathing her
tonsils.

Three, four, and five ended up in her pussy, ass and mouth again.

I never did get to tit-fuck her and drop my load between her tits
until number EIGHT.

That new record lasted about a week.

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