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I guess I should start by telling you something about my Mom.
From what I’ve been able to piece together, Mom’s always been kind of a free spirit. My aunt Jenny, who’s a few years older than my mom, told me that they’d [Her, my mom, and my uncle Ronni] had a “less than happy” c***dhood. “You’re lucky you weren’t raised by your grandfather…” I’d heard a thousand times growing up; from both my mom and my aunt.

I didn’t see my grandparents very often, but it was relatively easy to see what Aunt Jenny meant. My grandparents, well…my grandpa mostly…were very strict “God fearing people”. Church every Sunday… Grace before every meal…No talking back…No disrespect was tolerated. Any sign of disrespect was met pretty quickly with a slap to the mouth. Nothing that would knock you off your chair or send you to the hospital…but certainly enough to catch your attention or make a little k** cry. I was pretty young when I figured out why we only saw Grandma and Grandpa on every other Christmas and the occasional birthday. {My grandmother’s} I’d only been the recipient of such a slap two times that I can remember. The second one had resulted in all of us…My mom and dad and sister and me…getting in the car and coming home early.

“You’ll not treat MY c***dren the way you treated us!” my mother had assured him in a voice I’d never heard until that day. I remember grandma crying and asking my mom not to leave. I guess I was about eight then, my sister Annie was five. I don’t even remember what I’d said in the first place to get that ball rolling…but roll it did. My father just shut up, got our things together, and hurried us to the car. I guess he wasn’t quite prepared to try and get a rope around that tornado he’d married. Dad wasn’t very…Let’s say…confrontational. He opened the passenger door for Mom; for when she was done protecting her c***dren. {I’d seen lionesses on the discovery channel with four cubs that were less tenacious.} then Dad ran around the car and jumped into the driver’s seat. If I remember correctly, he even started the car and waited. I think he was preparing for a quick getaway

My dad’s kind of a nerdy guy…Brainy…sticks to the simplest path. He’s not known for doing too many stupid things. He seems to be the opposite of Mom; not that she does stupid things. It’s just my mom is the kind of person that will do things on a whim; try anything once. She’ll go off the path in a heartbeat. My dad is pretty…reserved. I often wondered what brought those two together. I remember a while back: Mom and Aunt Jenny were sitting around the pool and I heard my aunt ask my mom if she was “Allowed” to wear the bathing suit she had on. I was sitting on the steps in the pool when she’d asked. Mom had a really nice two piece on that didn’t hide one single curve she had and I’m sure more than a few women had paid good money to get the kind of cleavage that bathing suit was showing off. I waited, ear cocked in that direction, trying hard not to look like I was eavesdropping, for my mom’s response.

I was more than a little shocked.
“I don’t have to ask him shit!” She says kinda harshly. Then she leans into her sister a little more. “He can have a say in what I wear as soon as he learns how to fuck!” She tells her with quite a bit of attitude.
I’m sure had they looked over in my direction, it would have been quite easy to see that I’d heard what my mother had said. My jaw fell so quick that my bottom lip hit the coping of the pool. I couldn’t get the taste of chlorine and bare feet out of my mouth for the rest of the day.

My aunt laughed and then the laugh faded to something more sorrowful as she started at my mom. She no doubt saw the same bitterness that I saw from all the way over on the steps.
“It’s not any better?” She asked.
Mom shook her head slowly, “No. God knows I love him but he stumbles around the bedroom Jenny like a drunk, fat guy with one leg and a limp.”
That picture made me chuckle just a little bit, but it was enough to give away my position. I had to get up and seek a better vantage point if I hoped to hear the rest of THAT conversation. And I really wanted to hear the rest of it.

I made my way into the house as fast as I could, snuck into the garage and climbed up onto the workbench as quietly as I could. I shimmied the window up just enough so that I could listen. I couldn’t have been more than 15 feet from them and the window was partially veiled by a few tall junipers. Perfect. Mom went on to tell Aunt Jenny that on the few times he attempts to “make love” to her, that it’s “…less than satisfying…”. It was easy to see that she loved my dad and didn’t want to bash him but on the other hand, there seemed to be a great deal of disappointment, or maybe it was frustration, in her voice.

Mom looked around, surveyed the immediate area, I suppose making sure I wasn’t around. “Sometimes you just wanna FUCK.” She complained to her sister.
I nearly fell off the bench. I’d never considered my mother just wanting to……Fuck! A different light was shining on my mom.
“And it might be nice to do it in the car one time, or in the kitchen or on the median of I-43 for Christ’s sake. Just something that has nothing to do with the missionary position.” She went on. “Maybe I should try to get him in a closet where we can’t lay down. Maybe slip into the bathroom with him while the k**s are doing something and have a quickie…Anything!” She griped.

I couldn’t believe my ears.
“I guess it’s not like when you were a k**, huh?” Aunt Jenny pointed out. “Back then you seemed to have no problem finding someone to fuck.” she added.
Holy shit! Mom was a slut, I thought. The light had gotten a little brighter.
“Yeah well, I’m married now, with k**s….but I gotta tell you Jenny, I’ve been getting pretty, I don’t know...”
“Horny?”

Mom shook her head. “You know that I play with myself in the bathroom?”
Aunt Jenny smiled. “Well…no, I…I didn’t know that.” she stumbled through the words with a huge smile on her face. She seemed pretty happy about my mother’s confession.
“Yeah! And not just once-in-a-while when I take my shower either… I mean EVERY time I take a shower. I even , sneak in there in the middle of the day sometimes…I just get so horny. ”
Aunt Jenny looked like she was letting that sink in, “Have you thought about getting a… “Fuck Buddy”?

I couldn’t believe this was my aunt and my mother talking. God, I wished I could be a fly on the wall all the time when they hung out. {Instead of a clumsy k** with a hard-on on a work bench in the garage}

“I can’t do that.”
“Why?”

I was beginning to think my aunt had no scruples, and quite frankly, that was fine with me. My aunt was quite the looker too; blonde hair like my mom’s, except hers was a lot longer, down to her waist. They shared the same pouty full lips and pretty green eyes. Aunt Jenny was a little heavier, more meat on her, but she wasn’t fat by any means. And her boobs were quite a bit smaller than her sister’s. Actually, I think a better description would be…My mom’s tits are way bigger then her sisters. They’re bigger that anybody’s sister’s. I guess when God was giving out big smoldering boobs, it appeared that it was every other sibling that got the blessing.

Anyway: Mom told Aunt Jenny that she was afraid to start some kind of an affair with anyone.
“Suppose Jerry found out? Secret phone calls, getting dressed up to go to ‘The grocery store’. Suppose someone saw me? I couldn’t do it to him. I mean…I love him. He’s pretty great everywhere else.” Mom told her.”
“Well would you do it if it were anonymous?”
“What do ya mean… ‘Anonymous’?”
“Like a glory-hole…” Aunt Jenny suggested with a huge smile.

“A what?”
“Oh little sister, you’ve certainly been a sheltered c***d, haven’t you?” Aunt Jenny smiled.
“Well evidently I’m not the whore my older sister is.” Mom told her returning the grin.
“You don’t know the half of it.” She remarked. “Come-on, time to surf the Web.” she told my mother. I watched as they got up and went into the house giggling like a bunch of school girls.
Listening to my mother and my aunt talking like that had gotten me pretty excited. It also made me notice, I mean REALLY notice, how really hot my mother was. She’s about 5’7” or so, pretty slim, 110 lbs if I had to take a guess. Maybe she just looked skinny because her tits were so big. I don’t know. All I DID know was that she was pretty hot. I remember thinking my dad must be crazy for not playing with those luscious titties at least twice a day.

From that day on I kept an eye on my mom. Every time I saw her go into the bathroom, I eased up and put my ear to the door. I wasn’t sure what I expected to hear but I tried to listen anyways. One morning I had my ear to the door and I could hear what I thought was groaning. I tried to peek through the cracks around the door but I couldn’t see shit. I even dropped down to the floor and tried to look under the door. The only thing I got for my efforts was a rug burn on the side of my face. She was louder now. I could plainly hear her moans and it was driving me crazy that I couldn’t actually see what she was doing. Well…I KNEW what she was doing, but I wanted to see her DOING IT. Frustrated, and maybe even a little pissed-off, I ended up going up to my room to jerk off. I found that when I jerked-off thinking about what Mom might be doing in that bathroom, I would cum like a horse.

For the next few weeks, following my mom to the bathroom and then running upstairs to jerk-off became a ritual, but I had to be super careful. I was always on high alert watching out for my dad or my little sister. It would do no good getting caught with my ear up to the bathroom door when my mother was in there “Going to the bathroom” or “Taking a shower”. I mean, how can you explain something like that?

What…”I’m waiting my turn and fell asleep against the door.”
“I thought I heard Mom yelling for help.”
Maybe I could just stand there by the door with a roll of toilet-paper…”…just in case Mom runs out…”

I had to keep a watchful eye on the narrow hallway while I kept an ear to the door. There were a few times that someone came around the corner heading towards the basement door or the bathroom while I was being a pervert, but if I was paying attention, I could just back away from the door a few steps and act like I had to pee. I’d face the bathroom door, shift around on my feet a little and act surprised when someone came up behind me.
It was risky, for-sure, but it was well worth it. Listening to my mother masturbate behind that door had become an obsession.

I began to think of different ways that I could spy on my mother during her special sessions. Naturally, drilling a peep-hole some place was my first thought. The way the house was laid out, this was the only bathroom in the house. Two walls of the bathroom faced outside, one towards the back yard and the other to the side of the house. The wall paralleling the side of the house was out of the question. There were no bushes or fences to conceal me. I didn’t need one of the neighbors calling up my mom to tell her that her son was doing strange shit on the side of the house. Plus, anyone could just walk around the corner and there I was, out in the open with my eye pressed against the aluminum siding. The other outside wall faced the backyard, the pool. Better for sure. At least there was a fence to provide some privacy. The other wall was towards the garage. That was more feasible. Still pretty risky, but more feasible.

I got my chance one afternoon when my parents took my sister to the mall for some shopping.
I surveyed the work area. There were a few shelves on the wall but I thought I could drill a hole right at the side of the middle shelf, about the size of a dime, and maybe just let something hang off the shelf a little to cover it.
I got the drill, put a bit in and was ready to go…until I realized I had no idea where this hole would come out on the other side. I dropped the drill and headed to the bathroom.

Shit! The best I could figure, the hole would come out on the tiled wall in the shower, about three feet down from the ceiling. That would never do. There’s no way my mom wouldn’t notice THAT. Plan B.
I went outside and took a look at the window. It looked promising. If I could find something to stand on, I’d have no problem seeing in. There was a little cover from some tall bushes but trying this in the daytime would be pretty daring. I decided that I’d have to settle for the night shift; it’d be safer that way. Besides, Mom took a shower every night…If I was lucky, she’d be horny most of the time. This was good. I figured that when it was dark out and the light was on in the bathroom, she’d never be able to see me unless she came right up to the window and cupped her hands. I’d be able to look right in.

There was my plan. I wasted no time finding something to stand on. In the garage, there was a relatively small cooler. I made sure no one was around and brought it out to the bathroom window to make sure it would get me up high enough to see in. It did. I stood on it and it brought me high enough up to lay my chin on the window sill. That was all I needed. I tucked the cooler behind one of the bushes and went up to my room. I couldn’t wait. My dick was already hard just thinking about it.

I locked my door, jumped out of my pants and flopped down on the bed. I didn’t need any magazines for this one. When I grabbed my dick, I wasn’t sure it was mine. It was thicker, harder then it’s ever been; a tool, a cock to be reckoned with.
I pictured mom getting undressed to take a shower, slipping her jeans off, then her cotton panties. She stood there, my hot mother, and tweaked her nipples, gently pulling on them, rolling them between her thumb and index finger. I imagine her cupping her hands under each fleshy mound, tilting her head down and pushing her lovely tits up to her mouth. I don’t know if my mother could actually suck her whole nipple into her mouth…but in my imagination, she had no trouble. She sucked them and bit them softly, twirling her tongue around each one in turn…then kissed them softly. I heard the same soft moans I’d heard at the bathroom door.

My hand was moving like a machine on my dick. If I could harness that power and use it for the good of mankind…I would think about that later. Her head falls back, as her fingers separate the lovely folds of her pussy. In my daydream, the light glistens off the wetness of her pussy. Each tiny droplet sparkles with her excitement. She moans as her fingers find their place inside her and she begins to fuck herself in earnest.

When she stares at me through the window, puts a foot up on the side of the tub and spreads her legs wide for me to see…I’m mere strokes away from cumming. The tip of my dick is swollen and beat read; pre-cum dripping, splashing onto my stomach as I jerked it furiously. I want to see my mom cum, match the picture with the sounds I’ve heard from the other side of the bathroom door but I run out of time.

I may have screamed when I came…I’m not totally sure, but a long thick rope of cum shot over my shoulder and splashed the headboard. Another hit me right in the face, my forehead and ricocheted into my hair. The next blast slapped my chin and splashed up onto my lips; the smell thick in my nostrils. I watched wide-eyed, as I milked the rest of my incredible load out onto my stomach and over my knuckles. It formed a puddle at the base of my cock; matting my pubic hair and tickled my balls as it ran down onto the bed.
Holy shit! It was awesome. I laid there for quite a few minutes shaking my head; couldn’t believe it. This i****t thing was intense. My dick was getting hard again just thinking about the possibility of spying on my mother; putting a scene to the sounds I’ve heard behind the door.

Mom usually took her shower at night around 9:00, sometimes 10:00. That was good for me, it was dark, and on a moonless night, behind the foliage and under the eve of the roof…the bathroom window was barely noticeable. Of course that changed when the light in the bathroom came on. I would have to make sure I stayed off to the side. And the fact that my father was a night-owl made it that much more risky. There were a lot of nights {Weather providing} when dad liked to sit at the table near the pool with his lap-top and work. At least I think it was work. After hearing Mom and her sister…I was pretty sure he wasn’t looking at porn. I couldn’t tell you how long he stays out there each night; I’m usually in bed before he comes in.

At 8:30, I made sure I was in the living-room watching TV so that I could keep an eye on the bathroom. Sure enough, I noticed Mom heading to the bathroom for a shower around 9:15. For the first time I noticed what Mom brings into the bathroom with her. I made a mental note. Her bath robe was hanging over one arm and tucked firmly under that arm and held in place with her other hand, was a rolled up towel. It seemed odd to me…There were towels in the linen closet in the bathroom. I figured maybe it was a favorite towel or something and didn’t give in another thought.

As soon as Mom shut the door I was up and out the back door.
“Fuck!” Dad was sitting at the patio table, face buried in his lap top. I was really wound up. I was already adjusting the boner in my pants. I had pins and needles I was so hyped. I can’t describe my disappointment. For hours all I could think about was my mom in the bathroom doing…Stuff. For a second, I considered trying to sneak to window and try to make myself invisible on my box so that I could see what goes on in there. He was immersed in that lap top, but I chickened out. I wasn’t gunna blow it before I even got a glimpse through that window during “Shower Time”. It would be different {Horrible…but different} if I got caught out there after I’d put some time in on my box, as-it-were. But to get caught before I’d even had the chance to SEE what goes on when Mom’s in there by herself…Well…That’d be horrible. Even if all I got to see was her getting in and out of the shower before I got caught…it would be worth it. That was a scary thought, but that’s how bad I wanted to see my mother.

I reluctantly turned around and went back into the living room and flopped down on the couch. If I was lucky, maybe the old-man would finish up whatever he was doing and come inside. I noticed I’d mustered-up a little contempt for my dad as I sat there unable to focus on whatever was on the television…waiting. I wasn’t just mad at him because he was ruining my plan and inadvertently robbing me of my fantasy {and a super intense jerk-off session} but because he wasn’t…I don’t know…making Mom happy, I guess. From hearing her talking to Aunt Jenny, sex was pretty important to her. Hell…I sure know it WAS to ME!

As bad luck would have it, Mom came walking out of the bathroom before Dad came in from the backyard. I cocked my head as I watched her walk from the bathroom to the stairs. She had her robe on; silk, I think. It came to mid thigh. What leg I saw was smooth and shapely. She walked like…like a young girl; with a spring in her step, not a care in the world. I figured that whatever she does in the bathroom puts her in a pretty good mood. It was funny, what Mom did in that bathroom put me in a pretty good mood too. I hadn’t given any thought to staring until Mom stopped abruptly. She looked at me for a second. “What?” she asks with a tiny smile on her face.

I wondered if she would still have smiled if she knew why I was staring at her and what I’d been thinking about. Not likely. I jerked my head back on my shoulders, surprised that I’d been noticed...Caught.
“What?” I repeated rather witlessly.
“I asked you first.”
“Nothing.” More wit. I wasn’t much in the clinch.
The smile broadened on her lips. Her hair was wet, wrapped in a towel, she had no makeup on, the small robe was tied loosely around her slim waist; allowing her cleavage and the meaty side of one boob to be seen…and I saw. She was really quite hot. The perfect MILF. Her smile seemed sweeter, brighter than I’d ever noticed before.

Then I noticed something a little odd. She had a towel “Rolled up” and tucked under her arm again. Not that it’s odd to bring a towel to and from the bathroom, it was just the way she carried it. I could see a rolled up towel INTO the bathroom, but the towel coming out should be…I don’t know…NOT rolled up. It didn’t look natural. Her one hand held tight to it, pushing it into her armpit. It looked like to me she was…protecting it. My first thought was, “What’s in that towel?” Mom went on her way and I was left with daydreams and hard-ons. Off I went to my room to play with both.

The next day, Saturday, I kept an eye on Mom and it looked like it might pay off. It was just after 1:00 in the afternoon, Dad was taking my sister to soccer practice. Mom walked past me hopefully on her way to the bathroom. She stopped at the kitchen. “What are you up to today?” she asked from the kitchen threshold.
“Nothin, just hanging out.”
“Not going anywhere?”
“Nope.”
“No friends to hang out with?”

I knew what she was doing, or at least I thought I did. She wanted to get in the bathroom and she would have preferred if I wasn’t home. I figured I’d help her out a bit. It would be in my best interest too if she thought I wasn’t home. I flipped the TV off.
“Actually, I was gunna hop on my bike and head over to Jeff’s…” I told as I got off the couch. “…See if he maybe he wanted to ride out to Greenbrier and hang at the skate-park for a while.”
Mom was all over it… “Well that’s a good idea. I hate to see you just sitting around the house. You should be out in the sun, getting some exercise…chasing girls.” She tells me.

I could feel that my dick was already starting to stir. The more she tried to push me along, the more sure I was that she was heading for the bathroom for one of her sessions. I was fighting off a boner and if Mom didn’t let me cut this conversation short so I could get out back and “commence to hopping on my bike”…we were gunna have a problem. A big problem. A problem with pre-cum dripping out of it.

“Um, Sweetie…” She says.
I didn’t want to…but I stopped…right there in front of her.
“What about that?” she asked as she nodded down the hallway towards the bathroom. I almost shit myself. I have no idea what I looked like but I’m thinking of that little k** with his hand in the cookie jar. Did she know I was going out back to spy on her? I shook that ridiculous thought right out of my head. There was just no way she knew.
“Your skateboard.” She says.
I looked down the hallway and sure enough, there was my skateboard leaning against the wall by the garage door.

I put my best “I’m an idiot” look on my face, which slipped on just like it belonged. It felt way better then that guilty “Holy Shit” look I was more than happy to get rid of.
I hurried over and grabbed my skateboard. I figured it’d be best if I just head right out through the garage, considering the growing ailment between my legs. I had a hand on the doorknob when Mom called out,
“No kiss goodbye?”

Because of this new light I now saw my mother in, because she had somehow become my major reason for masturbation…the thought of kissing her good-bye both pleased me and scared me at the same time. A chance to get that close to her…to her face, her lips…excited me and that’s what scared me. My dick was already on its way to solid form, it needed no more encouragement. If my dick could talk, I’m sure at this stage his voice would be thick and deep; a heavy bass for sure. Rather than risk being…caught…with a Mom induced boner, I choose the easy, safe way out. I brought my hand to my lips, made a loud, humming, ‘mmmmmmah’ into my fingers and sent my kiss on its way to my pretty mother with a wave of my hand.
“Love ya.” I told her honestly, and made my get-a-way.

I ran through the garage, around the house, skateboard in hand, through the gate and quietly up to the bathroom window behind the tall bushes. I leaned my board against the house and retrieved my box from under one of the Junipers. I placed it under the window, seeded it into the dirt…and carefully stepped up onto it. I peeked in from the side of the window frame. The blinds were closed most of the way but I could still see. I made a mental note to go in there and open them before tonight. As it was, I think they helped hide me better in daylight the way they were now anyway.

Mom had wasted no time. In the same amount of time it had taken me to sprint around the house, {I moved like k** trying to catch up with the ice cream man} she had taken her pants off and perched her pretty ass on the toilet seat. I would have preferred to watch her get undressed, but I guess peepers can’t be choosers.

I had a profile view. Again, I would have preferred a head-on shot, to be looking right between her legs, to be able to see the pinkness. I wanted to see the wetness of it, watch her fingers sliding in and out, but the tip of my dick rubbing against the aluminum-siding told me that this view would be just fine.

Mom had her legs spread wide, one knee touching the vanity and the other resting against the toilet-paper holder. She still had her panties on…Light blue with tiny yellow flowers around every edge. They looked like they could be my sisters. I’m not sure why, but I found that incredible sexy.
Her hand was tucked into them, making small slow circles as I watched. The sight was unbelievable.
I watched as the circles became faster and the crotch of her undies rose and fell with more conviction as every second that passed seemed to pull her deeper into the trawls of passion. Each second was doing the same to me.

I could hear the quite moans and groans that escaped her as her head fell back against the extra roll of paper in the little, red, knitted house that covered it. I’d unsnapped my jeans and, I too, had slipped my hand down into my underwear; mine perhaps a little more unexpected than my mother. I held tight to the windowsill with one hand and onto my dick, just as tight, with the other.
In a relatively short time, Mom had worked herself into quite a state. I wasn’t doing bad myself. I had to stop playing with myself and squeeze my dick really hard to keep from cumming. This was just so much better than I’d imagined. Mom was swaying her pretty ass around on the toilet seat like that was the only relief she could get from a bad case of poison ivy.

She grabbed the front edge of the vanity with her free hand, her knuckles were white as she tightened her grip and began to hump her other hand. The extra roll of toilet-paper hit the floor, along with the air freshener and the box of Kleenex. The back of Mom’s head bumped lightly off the wall in time with her thrusts until her body stiffened, her legs slammed shut on her hand, and she froze. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream, a mixture of ultimate pleasure with a shade of disbelief. She stared up wide-eyed at the ceiling. The only movement, her breasts heaving up…up…up as she tried to get air and keep it; an endless string of short, tiny gulps…in…in…in…in, no air leaving. I found myself the same way. I was frozen as I watched, unable to even blink, my mouth hanging open just as wide, my chin resting on the windowsill.

As I slowly became aware of the dick in my hand, I also became aware that a car was pulling into the garage.
I pulled back from the window with a wild jerk, the box shifted under my feet and I fell back into the holly that a moment ago hid me. It now cradled me like a baby... A baby with his jeans unbuttoned and his hand in his shorts holding onto his incredibly hard dick for life.
“Fuck!” I groaned rather loudly as a few of the weaker branches gave way to my weight letting me settle into the bush a little further. I could only hope my mother was too involved with her own goings-on to hear the dilemma I’d gotten myself into and my rather loud comment on the matter.

I rolled out of the bushes as fast as I could, trying to button my jeans and kick the box under the juniper all at the same time. I prayed that my father would just go through the garage and into the house and not straight to the back patio table with his lap-top. I guess God looks at perverts a bit spitefully. I froze when I heard the gate open. I laid perfectly still, my cheek in the dirt, as I watched my dad’s shoes go by from under the bushes. My pants were at least buttoned, {I could have thanked God for at least THAT, but I doubted He had anything to do with it.}
I laid there for almost an hour and a half, at my estimate, before my father got up and went in the house. It was just as well, all better to legitimize my “Hanging out with Jeff” story. I walked in through the garage, skateboard in hand, {In front of my boner actually} The hour and a half that I laid in that flowerbed should have been spent trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with me…what I was doing…but instead was spent
flowerbed-dreaming about my mom. I came in through the garage. I said my quick -Hello’s- and -How ya doin’s- [So much blood had gone to my dick that I was having trouble forming words.] as I made my way to my room to take care of this albatross between my legs. I swear to God, a box of puppies and ferrets mixed would be less trouble than my dick was turning out to be. A big box.

I thought that maybe I should rethink this whole Mom thing before I got caught. There would be no explaining something like that. There would only be wrath and support groups…and, of course, therapy. I knew that if I got caught, things would change forever. But first things first…….I had to take care of this boner before it popped. I’m sure there’d be no explaining that either.

This went on for more than a week before everything changed. I’d seen Mom pleasuring herself five other times after my near-death experience that first time. {I had given the whole Mom thing more thought as I said I would. I decided that it was the coolest fuckin’ thing in the whole fuckin’ world! And the way it made me cum, jerking off right there at the window on my box or when I got back to my room, was….Awesome. And as it was, based on those few things…it took only .025 seconds to come to a decision. I wanted to watch.}

I’d taken to pulling my dick out right there at the window the last couple of times I spied on my mother. I figured getting caught spying on my mother through the bathroom window while she masturbates was about the worst thing that could possibly happen, so what’s it matter if I have my dick in my hand when I’m caught? It’s kinda like a burglar with a gun…A preacher with a bible…a baseball player with a bat…..It’s kind of…Expected, ya know?

I had run into the bathroom earlier that night and opened the blinds a little more for my viewing pleasure; hoping Mom wouldn’t notice. Friday night, about 9:45, I was standing in the shadows behind the spruce on my box with a hard-on that threatened to knock me off the box each time it collide with the aluminum siding.
When the light switched on, I flattened against the side of the house like an escaped convict avoiding the spot light that would surely send him away forever. I stayed like that for a few minutes waiting to see if she’d notice the blinds and come to the window to close them. A few minutes seemed like forever as I stood frozen on my milk box; my heartbeat thundering in my ears, rapid fire.

I slowly moved my head into position. I had a much better view with the blinds open more. Mom was just taking off her blouse. She’d turned the shower on, either to make anyone coming to the bathroom door think she was showering or to muffle any moans and groans of pleasure that might escape her pretty mouth. She’d taken the rolled up towel {It had become the norm in her evening sessions} and placed it on the vanity.
I watched as Mom undressed. It was slow and painstaking but certainly no striptease. I watched as she reached back with both hands and unhooked her bra. She tossed it in the corner with an uncaring sweep of her arm. I was no more than six or seven feet away. I could see the small freckles that dotted her shoulders and made a s**ttered path to the V between those luscious tits. A few even speckled a fading path along the fleshy mounds on their way to each taut nipple. Her areolas were rather large, circling each nipple the ways a smooth sandy beach circles a solitary island. They looked soft; the lightest brown, the color of coffee after you’ve stirred in too much creamer. Her nipples were meaty, plump, the size of marbles, soft pink, the color, and shape of an eraser on the end of an unused pencil…but the size of marbles.

Oddly…she looked kind of sad. A look that seemed out of place considering what I figured she was about to do. I thought for a second that maybe she’s just gunna…take a shower. I watched as she unbuttoned her shorts and began to slip them down over her curvy hips. She swayed her hips and thighs slowly side to side as she inched those shorts down more and more. The dance was sexy, erotic and alluring; the perfect marriage of innocence and desire. Just the act of getting undressed had become as much a turn on as the raw passion I’d witnessed each time I’d seen her touch herself through this window. I got to see the encore as she removed her panties the same way.
She stood naked in front of the vanity, her left side to me. The roundness of her ass cheeks and the profile of her b**sts seemed to fill the window frame. My eyes flickered back and forth between the two. It was like looking at two works of art hanging side by side on a wall in the art shop. Trying hard to decide which was more appealing: which one you liked more. I like THIS on that one…but THAT on this one.
My eye bounced right to her hand as she picked up the towel off the vanity and began to unroll it. In its protective center lay a long, brown, rubber penis. I’m guessing rubber because of the way it flopped side to side when she picked it up and examined it.

She seemed to study it as it lay in her hands; her gaze shifting from the dildo to the reflection in the mirror and back again. I was dying out there on that box. I wanted to jerk the window open, stick my head in through the blinds and tell her, “For fucks sake woman!!! Get to it!!! I’m gunna die from a goddamn dick aneurysm out
here.”
But even as I anticipated the upcoming extravaganza…I could see there was something wrong. She didn’t seem to have that urgency she’d had before her other sessions. Even though she was naked, a vision of sexuality, I began to feel a kind of concern.

I watched as she rubber her thumb slowly over the head of that fake cock appearing to be deep in thought. As she brought her eyes to the mirror, she looked troubled. She didn’t look like a horny woman, about to pleasure herself. She looked more like she might cry. She licked her lips as she stared at herself in the mirror. She rubbed them together and puckered them a few times as if she meant to kiss her reflection. She ran her fingers through her beautiful blonde hair and then shook it out vigorously only to run her fingers though it again.


It looked to me like she might have been checking herself out. But not in a vain, conceded way. It looked more to me like she wasn’t very happy with the way she looked, like maybe she wished she was better looking. Maybe she thought she wasn’t good enough for Dad and that was the reason he wasn’t so…creative…in the bedroom. If that WAS what she was thinking…the poor woman had lost her mind. She was undeniably hot. I’m willing to bet a whole bunch of the pretty girls in Mom’s high-school didn’t like my mother one little bit. I bet they were jealous and, in my opinion, they had good reason to be. I think Mom still carried a lot of that youthful beauty, and she carried it very well too. Better than very well!

To be honest, I can’t really define the look on her pretty face…Guilt…Sorrow…Perhaps even loneliness. Maybe she was feeling a bit guilty for having to lock herself in the bathroom to “Get some relief”. This whole sex thing with my dad {Maybe…This whole NO sex thing with my dad…would be a better way to put it} seemed to be really taking a toll on her. Maybe she was contemplating her sister’s advice and wondering what it would be to take on a lover or even where the nearest gloryhole was. I don’t know.


Just when I started feeling bad for what I was doing, Mom slid one hand to her breasts and brought that rubber cock to her mouth with the other. She massaged her tit and pinched and pulled at the nipple as she watched herself slowly rub the tip of that fake dick over her lips. We both watched as she parted her full lips and let the tip of her dildo slip past. Her tongue greeted her long brown friend with a ballet of pirouettes and tiny nibbles.

I was in danger of cumming before I even got my dick out of my pants. It was near impossible to keep vigil behind me and watch this sensual torment in front of me at the same time. I would have to rely on my ears for any warnings.
Mom’s hand moved to the other breast as we watched her kiss and trace her lips over all sides of that lucky rubber cock.

A minute later, Mom has one hand between her legs and she’s giving “Lucky Dick” a slow blowjob in the mirror.
I’m doing all I can do to stay perched on that box and keep from cheering her on through the window. I watched as she held “Bubba” by the very end with her fingers and coated its entire length with the spit from her mouth.

I almost banged my head on the glass when she stopped. “No! No!!!” I screamed in my head so hard my ears popped. I watched as she picked up her towel and turned towards the bathroom door, dildo in hand. I wondered where the hell she thought she was going like that. The thought confused me. I stared mindlessly while she closed the distance. I’m shaking my head…Fast, nervous shakes…begging shakes Please no! Don’t stop!

I gasped, a hard gasp for air that almost sucked my mouth to the glass like a plunger when Mom threw the towel on the tile floor and lowered the sweet cheeks of her ass onto it; her back against the bathroom door, her legs spread wide facing the window, the dick to her mouth again putting on the finishing touches. I spied; my hard dick free of my pants…but held captive by my immoral thoughts and my tight grip. A shiver ran through me each time the head of my overheated dick touched the cold, smooth siding. I found the feeling oddly exhilarating and made attempt to move further from the house.

The lips of Mom’s pussy we puffy, swollen with desire. I stared at it like a hungry c***d stares at a birthday cake through the bakery store window. And just like the tiny icing roses that surround the cake, Mom’s pussy lips surrounded the pinkness of her pussy. Her wetness was obvious in the well lit bathroom but what really caught my eye, what really made my hand clamp down on my hard dick was the fact that it was bald, hairless...Smooth…
as the cheeks of her ass and the soft plumpness of her titties. She shaves it!?!. My head slowly cocked to one side with awe and wonder. My mom shaves her pussy, I thought, thrilled by this simple thing. It was kinda funny, I saw her sitting on the floor naked, beautiful, with that big dildo in her hands, ready to fuck herself silly and it was the fact that she shaved her pussy, that that seemed to captivate me. It was that, that made her so…so…sexual. I remember thinking how lucky my father was, and how stupid he was. So stupid…that my mother had to do this; secretly pleasure herself on the bathroom floor.

I just couldn’t figure my father out, but I would ponder all that later on in the night. I had no time for sleuthing and mystery solving at that point. After all, you really didn’t care where the sweet peach was grown or how it made its way to your kitchen…You only cared what it tasted like when you finally got it in your hand. And Mom’s pussy looked like if you bit into it, the juices would squirt from the corners of your mouth and run down your chin.

One hand entered my frame of concentration and came to rest on the smoothness that was at one time covered with pubic hair. No doubt as soft as the wavy blonde hair that covered her shoulders. Two slim fingers rotated around the tiny hood that covered her clit for a few seconds before they spread apart, taking the lips of her moist coochie with them. The head of her friend came into view and slowly nuzzled its way into the pretty pink entrance to her pussy. It lingered as if it was their first introduction. They greeted each other, small talk let to play and then she welcomed the slippery thing inside.

I watched as Mom began to slowly fuck herself with that rubber cock while she tickled and strummed at her clit. What started as a quiet get-together, soon turned into a heated romp. Mom’s eyes were closed, her head moved side to side against the door as she nibbled on her bottom lip, and the towel that cushioned her lovely ass, now began to polish the tile floor beneath her. I couldn’t hear her. I didn’t have the luxury of being on the other side of that door, but the way she moved her mouth, her lips formed the words I couldn’t hear….She was as deep into her fantasy as that dick was inside of her. And both her lips and that dildo moved with the same urgency.

That’s when it happened:
As she bit her bottom lip and rolled her head, her eyes opened and she looked right at me. Our eyes met. I jerked my head away from the window. I felt the hardness of my dick run away like c***dren from a spankin. I froze; one hand against the house, the other filled with “Just got adda the pool” dick. I had stopped breathing and my mind was racing. Overflowing with excuses, reasons, repercussions. They all bunched together in my brain and came out as…Holy Shit! (At least I didn’t fall off the box)

“She didn’t see me.” I heard myself whispering franticly. “She couldn’t…It’s pitch black out here…and the light…it’s so bright in there. I don’t know how much time passed; a few seconds, a minute, ten? Nothing happened. The window didn’t fly open…No body yanked me off the box and pull me though the bushes. Nothing. My eyes shifted back and forth, back and forth as I waited for the world, as I know it, to come crashing down. When that didn’t happen, I calmed somewhat, and slowly peeked around the trim of the window frame, like a little k** peeking in his dark closet late at night expecting to find the goddamned boogie man…except I still had my soft dick in hand. (I guess at the moment I figured he was all I might had left of the old world and I wasn’t quite ready to give him up)

To my surprise…and unexpected delight…Mom was still on the bathroom floor, her coochie full of rubber dick and her hand slowly massaging her clit and rubbing the smoothness of where hair once grew. I jerked my head back from the window, closed my eyes and sighed a great sigh of relief. She didn’t see me…Couldn’t see me. I took another deep breath, and slowly brought my eye back to the edge of the window.

She was in fact where I’d left her, but she seemed as though she’d lost some of her enthusiasm. She still pleasured herself, but she moved the brown dick between her legs, slower, in and out, in and out, pushing it deep inside every-so-often and making a rolling motion…first one way and then the other. A more casual fuck had replaced the fever I’d witnessed just a few minutes ago; a fever that was ready to brake.

Her ass no longer pushed the towel around the floor. It had turned into more of a slow sway of her hips and a gentle thrust upward each time she buried that fake cock inside her pussy. But most noticeably, the thing that captured and held my attention were her eyes. They were open with a glassy stare. Not only open, but seemingly locked on the window I hid behind. Now I’m no Sherlock Holmes or nothin’, but I figured that the fact that I was STILL standing on this box and she was STILL sitting on the floor with that dildo between her legs, was a fine indicator that she’d never seem me. And the few times I’d peeked around the corner had gone un-noticed as well.

I got bolder. My dick was once more breathing the fresh air of Virginia and the firmness had found its way home. With my hand firmly around my cock, I leaned further in front of the window. Still, Mom worked her pussy…and stared at the window. “Penny for your thoughts” I thought amused at my own wit.
With the freedom and courage that invisibility brings, I gave my dick a little shake and started to move my hand to match my mother’s rhythm. Watching my mother do this was far better than anything I’d ever imagined. Way hotter than any porn I’d ever seen. Between trying not to fall off that goddamn box and trying hard not to cum…my hands were full.

Mom picked up the speed as I also did, her eyes, seeming, never left the window and my eyes never leaving her. All of her. From her wide open legs to the blonde hair that lie over her shoulders, tickling the outside roundness of each tittie. She began to suck on her bottom lip again and her pelvis found the same song that my hand and her toy seemed to share. Her eyes appeared to stare through me. Soon her pelvis led the way. The towel was now just a crumpled rag shoved against the bottom of the door. One foot had found a firm hold on the edge of one of the vanity doors. The other foot still looking along the edge of the tub for leverage, sliding along the smooth, rounded corner of the tub again and again. Her head tilted back as much as the door would allow, but not enough to keep her from staring…At me. Her approaching orgasm forced her to plant her wandering foot on the small drop rug in front of the tub.

This newfound anonymity had a peculiar effect on me. As if watching my mother…replacing imagination with reality, wasn’t thrilling enough, the idea that she was looking at me, knowing I was there, I was watching, it was ME…made me literally shake inside. It somehow made me part of it; part of the thing she was doing on the bathroom floor while the water ran in the shower fooling everyone but me and her. It made me feel like…….like we were in the same room…together… doing………what we were doing. My hand tightened around my dick until I could feel the hard/spongy cartilage in the center and my hand created a rhythm of its own. At some point I was aware of the light rapid-fire tapping of my knuckles on the siding, but gave it none of my attention. A small plane falling into the pool behind me wouldn’t have warranted more than a quick glance from me at that point.

Mom, with her free hand planted to one side, fingers spread wide on the tile floor, arched up, pushing with both legs, her ass lifted higher as she drove Lucky Dick in to the hilt and held it there with the palm of her hand. Her mouth dropped open wide and then quickly slammed shut. Her once full lips now forming a single tight line under her nose, her face flushed….Had I been on the other side of the door I would have no doubt heard the urgent moans and grunts I’d heard before, perhaps a low growling. But Mom’s eyes……her eyes…they never broke their gaze, never strayed from the window…from me it felt like. I stared back at my mother as we both came.

It was many long seconds, minutes maybe, it could have been forever if I’d had presence of mind to look for a shooting star to wish upon, before Mom allowed her shapely ass to slowly come to rest on the tile floor again. Her legs lay limp, open, and useless on the floor. “Big Brown” slid out on the wave of slippery juices that now poured from my mother’s soaked coochie and plopped on the floor and slid to rest against one thigh. The hand that once held it now gently teased her puffy wet pussy lips, slowly, and very gently. She looked exhausted and was no doubt tender. Her eyes finally closed. Except for those three fingers on her pussy…nothing moved. Had it not been for those few slippery fingers caressing Mom’s glistening lips, I might have called 911 and then made my way through the window.

When all was said and done, I’d painted the side of the house with cum and Mom finally found her way in the shower. I was sitting on the couch already waiting for my next chance when she strolled out of the bathroom, rolled up towel tucked under her arm. She seemed in a hurry to get up those steps.

The next day, Mom didn’t take her midday “Brake”. She DID however, take her nightly shower, but Dad farting around in the back yard ‘til all hours of the night made it impossible for me to do my thing. I had to settle for jerking off in my room before I went to bed. The next day my stupid sister was home all day hanging around, so when I saw Mom head into the bathroom around 1:00, I was shit-outa-luck. I didn’t dare risk being found outside the bathroom window or getting caught with my ear to the door and a bulge in my pants. It wasn’t worth getting caught and ruining the nights ahead that I might get to watch my mother.

It was like that for a long few days. There was always someone around that made it too risky to indulge myself in my new hobby. A few nights later though…I got another chance. My sister was in bed and me and my dad were in the living room watching a baseball game. The Yankees were playing and it was only the top of the third when Mom tried to slip in under the radar. I saw her out of the corner of my eyes as she scurried through the living room with her robe d****d over her arm and her rolled up towel tucked securely away.


I slipped out and made my way to my perch outside the bathroom window. It went almost exactly as it had a couple of nights before, except this time, from the time I first eyed her through the blinds, she kept glancing towards the window…every few minutes, it seemed; enough so that it made me nervous and I stayed back from the sill and just peeked around the window jam with one eye. I felt relatively safe, after all, if she could see me, well…she wouldn’t be doing it.

It seemed like it moved along a lot slower this time, I was treated to another amazing show. There seemed to be a lot more foreplay this time. She spent a great deal of time on her tits; rubbing them, pushing them together, and making large round circles with them as she squeezed and d**g her long fingernails over them ever-so-lightly. She spit on her fingertips and wet her nipples; long shiny runners of spit connecting her fingers to her open mouth and then to the hard nipples that I wanted to touch so badly. They looked incredibly hard from the moment she sat on the floor against the door but now…now they looked even longer and darker. I thought of those little marshmallows you put in your hot chocolate which turned into a vivid picture in my head of covering each swollen nipple in Hershey’s chocolate syrup, the excess slowly making its way down the bottom of each white globe in a thick, sluggish river, onto her flat stomach to puddle in her sexy innie. Chocolate covered Mom, I thought. I could say the thought made my dick hard, but fact is, my dick was hard before I jumped my perverted ass up on that little cooler outside the window.

After a while, I felt comfortable enough to venture out from around the window frame. When I did, mom glanced at the window and held her gaze. I felt a moment of uneasiness but as soon as she locked eyes to the window, her pace picked up, so I didn’t give it another thought before I began to stroke my dick.

I wasn’t disappointed. As before, her climax was hard and exhausting. In her thralls, it appeared her head bounced off the door a few times and her foot had pushed against the cabinet door of the vanity with enough force to strip the screws and knock the flimsy door off its hinges. She spasmed and jerked all around the small bathroom floor trying to get all of that rubber cock inside her. None of this slowed my mother down. She thrashed and flayed around on the floor, finally settling in an exhausted heap, her eyes closed, her pretty tits heaving like one of those old rigs trying to pump oil from the ground. And until that moment of exhaustion…her eyes never left the window.

This time, I came so hard I did fall off my perch. My legs just gave out. My last spurt of cum sprayed the leaves of the Holly bush as I came to rest on my back in the mulch. I couldn’t help but shake my head at the craziness, but there was no time to waste on the moment. Between the noise that my mother must have made in the bathroom and the cry of “Oh my God!” that I think I bellowed on my way down, I figured someone was gunna get caught and I didn’t want it to be me. I scurried up, secured my dick, (A dick that was as hard now as it was when I’d first pulled it out) shoved the little cooler under the bushes and ran out to the pool.

I was in no condition to head into the house just yet. Besides the hard-on that I feared would never go away, I was just to wound up too see anyone. I sat at the tiny table by the pool and checked myself as best I could; looking for dirt, leaves, mulch, cum on my clothes. Anything that might suggest that I’d been anywhere near the bathroom window. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back on the chair. I took deep slow breaths and enjoyed the light, cool breeze that swept over my sweaty face. I thought about what I was doing, the risks I was taking and decided with a small measure of reluctance (A tiny measure and a bit of concern as well, because I knew without a doubt that what I was doing was wrong, very wrong, and I knew it was just a matter of time before someone caught me )… that I couldn’t wait for the next time.

I went to sleep that night, jerking off again, visions of my lustful mother, being the last things in my head before I drifted off.

As luck would have it, the next day I was in the pool floating around on the raft {On my stomach} day dreaming, when Mom came walking out of the house talking on the phone. As I floated over closer to where she was sitting, I could tell she was talking to Aunt Jenny again. She was talking quietly and sneaking a peek in my direction every so often.

(I’d say that my dick started to move around just thinking about what they might be talking about, but the truth was…that birddog had been out hunting all morning and was ready to pull the birds right out of the goddamn trees by now)

I thought my presence in the pool might chase my mother in the house for more privacy so I decided to give my mother her “space” so that she could talk freely. I paddled over to the steps, slid off the raft and headed up the steps out of the pool. (It would seem that I had achieved the first three stages of a good hard-on: Reason, anticipation, and good blood flow) I held my little air filled raft between me and my mother until I reached the sliding glass doors that led into the kitchen. The hundred and forty times I glanced over at her, she was sitting there, holding the phone to her ear, watching me leave. I assumed waiting for me to get out of ear shot so she could talk to her sister, or maybe I just looked like I was up to something. I figure both.

Once in the house, I made my way to the garage and up onto the workbench. The window was already open enough from the last time I’d perched my ass up here to eavesdrop. Mom WAS waiting for me to leave… What I heard took away both my breath, and my ability to hold onto a rational thought.

“I do it every night” I heard her tell my aunt. “I don’t know, that was the first time I noticed.”
Noticed what? I wondered. I swallowed hard. I watched and listened, all but shoving my head through the small cap in the window, as my mother went on. I would’ve loved to pick up one of the other phones, I badly wanted to hear Aunt Jenny’s side of the conversation, but Mom was on her cell phone.
“I’m almost positive.” She tells her sister.
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t know.”
“Could be, I guess.”
“But suppose it isn’t.” She said with a wonder in her voice; like little girl talking to her best-friend about the boy she has a crush on.
“Bobby told me that Tommy said he liked me.”
“Suppose he’s lying?”
“…But suppose he isn’t.”

Come on Mom…Give me something, I begged under my breath.
“I’m telling you Jenny…”
I watched Mom glance around the yard before continuing. She lowered her voice a little bit more. I strained to hear. “It…really turned me on.” She says; sounding a bit surprised at her own words…or the fact that she was actually telling her sister about it, or maybe she was just surprised at her own reaction to the whole thing. Hard to say.

“I know, right…”
“Never…”
“I just kept doing it…”
“I did to!”
“Swear to god.”
“I never knew” I hear her tell her sister as she shrugged her shoulders, shook her head and looked up towards the blue sky. Now I have my temple pressed so hard against the window frame that I’m rubbing the paint off, and my chin…my chin and jaw are beginning to hurt trying to push the wooden sill out of the way so I can get closer, hear better.

And then my dick went soft, my chin gave up trying to move the sill and slapped the wooden bench below instead. “FUCK.” I whispered rather loudly. I ducked down out of side incase I’d been loud enough for her to hear me. I froze there below the window, wondering what kind of facility they’d be sending me to; wondering if they would allow me visitors and if so…would anybody even come to see me.

“How do you know Jenny?” Mom asked her sister. “Have you ever had anybody watching you do it?”


“She saw you!!!” A harsh voice in my head screamed. If I had to put a picture with the voice, I’d say a grey-haired judge, narrow eyed and staring at me in disgust over the rim of his glasses, slamming down his gavel and motioning for the bailiff to take me into custody.
She had seen me at the window last night. Dear god…….But no way, I though……

I was a mess up there on the workbench crouching, trying not to be seen. It was hard to get a thought straight before another one popped in my head to take its place. If she’d seen me…why, why in god’s name, did she just keep going? Why didn’t she do something…Why was I still running free? There was no way. I had to listen. I had to make sense of it. Surely I was misinterpreting something.

I wasn’t sure what I’d missed in my frenzied search for wits and answers, but the next thing I heard was Mom telling Aunt Jenny that she didn’t know, “It was just too dark.” She’d said.

If I was getting this right, Mom HAD seen me…But she didn’t know it was ME.
That thought made my heart forget to beat until my lungs gave a little nudge in protest.
I gasped and the firmness that had been abruptly chased from my dick just a few moments ago, was welcomed back with open arms.

“I had no idea something like that would make me feel all….all...” Mom lowered her voice so much I couldn’t hear and I wasn’t close enough to attempt to read her lips.
“I’ve never felt anything like it.” She went on to say with a little more volume and a little more wonder in her tone.
“I know…”
“Have you?”
I don’t know what my aunt’s response to that was, but I heard my mom jokingly say, “Well that’s because you’re a whore.”
“Sure…”
“Uh-huh”
“Yep”

Then Mom told Aunt Jenny not to mention this to anyone.
“No, I’m not saying anything to him.” She says
“Shit, for all I know…He is the one at the window and if I say anything…Well…It might ruin it.”
I assumed she thought “Him” was my father. I prayed.

(I have to admit, later that night, the thought that Mom might know it was me at the window, and she was still willing to pleasured herself while I watched…Well…When I could finally get out of my bed and stand, I had to take a shower to wash the cum off.)

And then I heard all I needed to hear,
“I wanna do it again." She tells her sister.
"I don't know...I just do...I really liked it."
“Yeah. I'm not gunna do or say anything to anybody…Well you’re different…I can tell you."
“I don’t know, I guess I’ll see if he comes back tonight.” She tells my aunt.
“I know..."
"Yeah."

“I will. Love you too.”

I was so deep in thought that I sat up there on the work bench long after my mother had hung up and gone in the house. She knew someone was watching her, yet she was willing to do it anyway. Wow! I was beginning to see that there was yet another side of my mom I never thought existed. I doubted my father even knew this side of Mom. I kinda wondered what he would do if he knew; if it would turn him on or freak him out. Kinda like a little boy telling his Priest that he thinks he might be gay…It could go either way.
Only the guy at the window knew, I thought.

Well, in the next weeks, I managed to watch my mother a few more times as she pleasured us both with her escapades in the bathroom. Obsession just didn’t describe it. I fell asleep each night with my dick in my hand and woke each morning with a hard-on. I dressed accordingly. I even started to put two pair of underwear on to better pin down my overactive best buddy. I let the first pair slip down a little and let the tip of my hard dick stick out past the waistband. The second pair, I pulled up to hide the tip. I had to pay close attention when I was around my mother. I’d often found myself staring…daydreaming. A lot of times I felt like I was nine, sitting in the garage with an old Playboy I’d found in a box under the workbench and I’d gotten my first look at some titties.

Each time I watched her was just like the first; just as new and exciting, just as hot. The level of lust (and in my case, obsession) grew with each episode. Now when I spied, I stood on my cooler, almost out in the open, my head fully framed by the window frame as if I was a welcomed guest at the neighborhood peep-show, staring at the exotic dancer as she stared back from behind the tinted glass.

I hoped to make it appear (To Mom) that it might actually be my father at the window spying on her. Everyone was already well aware that he spent a great deal of time in the backyard at night on his lap-top anyways. He’d be the most likely suspect. I thought that might not only put my mother a bit more at ease but also keep the heat off me. It took a while for me to realize that if she thought it was him, she might bring it all up one night in a hopeful attempt to pull a confession from him and maybe even bring him out of his sexual cocoon, so-to-speak. If she did that, there was no doubt that he would be out here in the bushes waiting for the perp the very next night. I really didn’t want to come running out and duck behind the bushes, dick in hand, reaching for the cooler, only to find my father there waiting for me putting his non- confrontational days behind him.

As it turned ou