0 comments/ 68854 views/ 1 favorites Voyeur By: Sereth My wife looked up from the book she was reading and smiled at me. "I think I'll go upstairs and have a bath" she said. I smiled back, hiding my disappointment. She'd been deep in some mystery novel all afternoon, and I'd been hoping for her company. Her baths never lasted less than an hour, and while I was never unhappy about the results of the baths, I hated the loneliness of the wait. She stretched once, the length of the couch, feline like, and gracefully stood. Still smiling, she kissed me lightly on the forehead and left the room. Resigned, I turned back to my computer. Over the sounds of my game I heard water running in the bathroom overhead, and the delicate sounds of her movement. Resolutely, I attempted to concentrate. I was at a crucial point. One false move now, and I could wreck all that I had achieved during the long, back breaking hours of the previous week. Pushing away the mental image of my wife slowly stripping the clothes from her smooth, creamy body, I immersed myself in the game. Time passed. I was almost finished, trapped at the crucial moment of potential triumph or doom when I faltered. My concentration shot, as well as my game, I stood and tried to place the distraction. Nothing had changed in the study. I opened the door and stepped out to the foot of the stairs. One breath and I was overwhelmed by a memory that trapped me with all my senses. My wife, naked on a bed of lush green grass, bathed in moonlight, legs spread invitingly. The scent of the flowers of the gardens surrounding us. The feeling of the warm summer breeze gently caressing my skin. The sweet lingering aftertaste of our kiss. Her voice, as clear from my memory as it would have been had she been speaking beside me. "Take me," she had said. My cock hardened suddenly and insistently, not subsiding even as the memory faded and I was left only with the scent of flowers. After that night, my wife had created a perfume of the flowers that had bloomed around us, and wore no other scent. And it was that perfume in her bathwater that traveled down the stairs to me on a cloud of steam, to ruin my concentration, destroy a week's worth of work, and leave me with a staggeringly hard erection that just wouldn't quit. "Well, my beloved," I thought grimly as I walked purposefully up the stairs, "Too bad you like your baths uninterrupted. I think this once you'll just have to make an exception." As I opened the door, steam billowed out, engulfing me. I walked into the fragrant mists, unable at first to see anything. The mists parted, and I caught a glimpse of her. She was lying back in the tub, slowly and sensuously rubbing shaving foam on to her left leg, raised high in the air, her delicate toes pointed. I stood transfixed, watching the razor part the smooth surface of foam, watching her soft, pale skin appear magically. She finished the leg, and stroked it slowly and admiringly. Then she slid down further into the water and raised her hips, her beautiful cunt breaking the surface of the water. She opened her legs, then slowly and methodically began to massage shaving foam across her pussy. While I had always enjoyed her cunt most clean shaven, I had long wanted more. She had never yet allowed me to watch her shave, taking a private joy in the act that I was not permitted to share. Now, for the first time in our years of marriage, I was seeing the razor expose the soft, creamy skin of her mound. I gasped and then stood stock still. If she noticed me, she would make me leave, I was sure. And the last thing I wanted to do was leave. Surprisingly, she did not notice me. Emboldened, I stepped forward a little to get a better view. She carefully watched the razor trail its smooth paths across her pussy, her face a study in concentration. I watched just as carefully as she spread apart the lips of her cunt and drew the razor lightly across the delicate inner skin of her outer lips. She moaned, and her body stiffened with a familiar tension. I shifted forward, afraid to breathe lest my breath escape in a gasp and alert her to my presence. Fascinated, I watched as she spread the cheeks of her ass and scraped the razor slowly from the top of her ass all the way to her clit. Her body was completely, utterly still except for the deliberate movement of her pale fragile hands. My eyes traveled upwards, across the gently rounded curve of her stomach, across her full, firm breasts. Her perfect pink nipples strained forward, full and hard. The urge to take her nipples into my mouth and lick them until the tension in her body had released was almost irresistible. Almost. Silently, regretfully, I sighed, and let my eyes wander up her long, graceful neck to her face. The tortured, aroused expression told me that she was seconds away from release. My eyes swept back down her body. I watched her slide the handle of the razor over her clit, my hands instinctively stroking my cock as she shuddered, tensed and relaxed. Lazily, she washed her pussy clean of the last of the foam and hair, and stood. I melted back into the mist, holding my breath as well as my cock. She stepped out of the bath and stretched, the curves of her body pulling taut. Wrapping herself in a thick white towel, she slipped through the door to our bedroom, pulling it half closed behind her. I moved behind the bathroom door, and cautiously looked through the gap. She had walked over to the mirror. She watched herself intently as she slowly lowered the towel down her body, gasping as her smooth white pussy was exposed. The towel dropped into a forgotten puddle at her feet. Without taking her eyes off her reflection, she reached into a nearby drawer and withdrew a small, glass bottle. She opened it, and removed a rubber tipped dropper. Holding it close to her breasts, she deliberately squeezed the rubber. A thin trail of soft, creamy fluid squirted over her hardening nipples. She moaned loudly and raised one shapely leg onto the set of drawers, spreading her cunt wide. Her expression was achingly familiar, the look of wanton lust that I see on her face whenever I come on her tits. The connection was too much. My cock shuddered and released. I leant back against the bathroom wall and tried to regain my breath. Once I had, I moved back to the gap. Prudence told me that now I had come, I should get the hell back to my computer before she caught me. Prudence was rapidly overcome by sight, smell and sounds of my wife's arousal. No way was I leaving. I was on for the whole ride. She massaged the fragrant cream into her breasts with hard, circular caresses. Her breathing faster, she gentled her hands and teased her nipples with the slightest of touches. Her cunt was spread, open and inviting, for both of us to watch in the mirror. The wet lips of her pussy quivered. My cock started to harden again in earnest. She picked up the bottle again as my hand gripped my cock and pulled. Using the dropper, she covered her body in trails of fragrant moisturiser. Both of us watched the mirror as she massaged the cream into every inch of her creamy, perfect skin. She lingered on her ass, massaging it firmly, spreading the cheeks wide. I closed my eyes. If I looked at her ass spread so invitingly, I would be unable to stop myself from marching in, bending her over, and plunging my cock completely into her. I squeezed my cock once, very hard, and opened my eyes. They widened instantly as I watched her remove a long ,thick black vibrator from the drawer. Switching it to low, she pushed the length of it against her pussy, the head of it against her swollen clit. Her foot arched against the dresser top, opening her lips wide. The sweet juices of her dripped against the smooth plastic. She leaned forward and braced herself against the mirror with one hand. Her ass spread teasingly as she bent forward. Her hair dripped over her face, but I could still see her hungry expression as her eyes focused on the reflection's open and excited cunt. She paused for a moment, savouring the sight and sensation of the vibrator against her clit. Then she slowly slid the vibrator down and touched the shivering tip to her inner lips. I pulled my cock harder, faster, as I watched her lips encase the tip. Her lips tightened the head of the vibrator, striving to draw it's entire length into her. She teased her lips for a long minute, her breathing heavy. I cupped my hand around the head of my cock, imagining that I teasing those wet eager lips. She held the vibrator still for an instant, then rammed its full length deep inside her pussy. We both cried out. She thrust the vibrator with long hard even strokes as I used both hands to pleasure my rampant erection. She began to moan loudly as I reached the edge. As I came I watched her legs buckle and cunt twitch with the strength of her own orgasm. She drew the dripping black vibrator slowly out of her smooth white cunt and lifted her leg down to the floor. Still staring at her reflection, she bought the vibrator to her lips and licked it clean. Then, as though the spell was broken, she matter of factly tossed the vibrator in the drawer and began to dress. I zipped up, and hurried silently back down the stairs to my computer. I loaded a new game and sat down to wait for her. I heard her footsteps on the stairs and composed myself. She came over and kissed me lightly on the forehead, looking, as she always did after a bath, composed, relaxed and refreshed. "New game?" she enquired, "Did you finish the last one?" "No," I replied. "I had a revelation and trashed it." "A revelation?" She smiled teasingly and settled herself on the couch. Picking up her book she commented, "I hope it was worth the game." I faced the monitor and smiled broadly. "Oh, yeah, it was worth it," I said softly as she resumed reading. Voyeur He stood there, frozen, stunned at the sight playing out before him. It had struck him as odd that today Tara had asked him to come to a different address than usual. He had very strict policies when it came to his tutoring. Always during the day, and always, always in a public place. This time, though, not only was sun about to set, but the address she had given him was a home. The only reason he had agreed to come was that when he heard Tara's mom had just left the country for a month, he felt an obligation to continue the lessons, even if that meant bending his own rules a little. The school year was quickly coming to an end, and with finals in a couple of weeks, he knew Tara needed a little extra help. It didn't help that he felt bad that her own mother was going to miss her High School Graduation. Now though, he didn't know whether to interrupt, keep watching, or walk away. Keep watching the devious side of himself shouted inside his head. Run the cautious side of him shouted, louder. But his legs wouldn't listen. His eyes stayed glued to the window in front of him. The window was huge, covering most of the front of the house. Thin white curtains fluttered around either edge, as if framing the moment inside. He had no idea who the other woman was with Tara, as her face was turned away. He could see though that she had a dark mane of hair and was young and firm, not to mention completely naked accept for a pair of red stilettos. She was sitting lengthwise on a couch, arms stretched out above as if in abandon, one creamy leg propped wide resting on the back cushion, her stiletto planted beside her hip. The other was bent at the knee, heel on the floor. Tara, still in her school uniform –he swallowed, trying to gather some saliva in his suddenly dry mouth- was on her knees in front of the other woman, her face at a side profile. Her short plaid skirt barely covered her ass, giving him peeps of a small wisps skin beneath it as she wiggled her hips in time with her tongue as it flickered, then hardened, fucking the pussy in front of her. He dropped his briefcase, barely hearing it as it hit the ground. He watched, unbelieving, as his unnamed fantasy unraveled before him. His cock had grown hard in the second his eyes had registered he was seeing. He unconsciously reached down to adjust himself, taking a little longer than necessary. The woman was writhing, her back arched off the couch, giving him a perfect view of her dusky, hard nipples jutting out of a pair of firm tits. One of Tara's hands skimmed the skin of the woman, from knee to thigh, then up to a tit. She cupped a tit with her palm, then squeezed, making the woman shutter. She ran the palm of her hand over the nipple, barely touching, then suddenly pinched it, rolling it between her fingers. He could hear the woman moan in pleasure, even from where he was standing. The sound made him come back to himself, aware he was just standing there like a stalker, staring in through the window at something that should have been done in private. It was than that he noticed the windows were open, making him wonder if they knew he was there, watching. Somehow, the thought excited him more than he thought it would. Or should. The woman was panting now, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Tara let go of a nipple, only to slide her fingers down to her glistening pussy she had her mouth on. The other hand went to the same place, this time holding open the woman's lips, giving him a clear view of smooth pussy. Tara licked each lip, working her way up to her clit. Her other two fingers slid inside the woman's pussy easily, and she pumped them in and out as she sucked on the woman's clit. The woman was so wet he could hear the suction through the window as Tara finger fucked her, fast and deep. The woman brought her arms down and played with her tits, squeezing and plucking at her nipples as Tara continued to eat her pussy. Suddenly the woman screamed, her back arching off the couch, her legs shaking with the power of her orgasm. He almost blew in that moment himself, just by watching. Without thought, his hand went to his cock, feeling the hardness through his slacks. It was already weeping, his pre-cum soaking through the material of his pants to make a wet spot right below his belt. He had a hard time caring, when all he wanted to do was go in there and... Tara stood up, blocking his view of the other woman. Not that it mattered. The sight of Tara in her white button up top, short plaid skirt, white socks and high heeled black Mary Jane shoes always made him feel like he could spew with just a touch of her hands. He had controlled himself all year by telling himself not only was she a student, but also jail-bate. He didn't know how many times he had dreamed about fucking her- in every way imaginable- with his mouth, from behind, his cock between her tits...God, those tits. He remembered clearly their last tutoring session, how she had shown up without a bra, her top unbuttoned enough that when she turned to the side, he got a full view of how perfectly plump her tits are, and how her puckered nipples strained against the fabric. It was at that tutoring lesson, to his chagrin, that she had informed him she was now 18. For the last week, every time he saw her he got a raging hard on. It made him feel like he was a dirty old man, wanting to fuck a teenager. At the moment though, the fact that she was 18 was a relief, and made him feel less like a lecher and more like a man in heat. He couldn't hold back a groan of his own when Tara turned toward him, revealing the fact that, once again, she wore no bra. This time, though, her blouse was unbuttoned all the way, showing not only her perfect tits, but the skin of her flat stomach. Her head turned to the woman on the couch, but her fingers were working at a zipper at her hip. He held his breath, his grip on his cock tightening. The woman on the couch sat up and reached out, and, cupping Tara's hip, pulled her towards the couch. Tara stopped worrying the zipper, and stepped closer, her legs spread wide. The woman's hands started at the backs of Tara's knees and wandered their way up the backs of her legs till they grabbed her ass, lifting her skirt in the process. Now, he could see that her ass was just as perfect as her tits, just as he had imagined. Tara took off her top, throwing it to the side to land where it may. The woman wasted no time leaning forward and taking a nipple into her mouth. As she sucked, Tara moaned, arching toward her. Tara put a foot on the couch beside the woman, spreading herself open to whatever awaited her. She tipped her head back as one of her hands disappeared beneath her skirt. By the way her arm was moving, he could tell she was finger fucking herself, as the woman in front of her played with her tits. "Oh my God!" He said before he could stop himself. Before he could do anything else, like run...or at least duck out of the way, Tara's head turned towards the window. The other woman peeked around her, and he got his first clear view of the woman Tara had been fucking. It was her best friend, Clary. Had he known they were that close, his fantasies would have been a little different... He could tell the second Tara saw him with her unfocused gaze. Lust sparked, and her fingers resumed their work under her skirt. She smiled at him, a sexy come-hither smile. Clary smiled too, only more lecherous, as if she had known all along he had been out there, watching, as she came. Her gaze lowered, and his followed, to see his cock straining against the tent in his slacks. His hands were working his cock, jacking himself off through the fabric. Instead of being embarrassed, he looked back at them, boldly stroking his cock, as if daring them to say anything. Clary raised a brow, as if in challenge, then rose from the couch in all her naked glory. Unashamed, she walked towards the door, her stilettos marking her progress through the living room. Tara stayed where she was, still looking at him, fingering herself. Clary opened the door wide, not caring who saw. He studied her, found that even though she was pretty with her long dark hair, brown eyes and athletic body, she didn't make him feel the way Tara did. There was something about her... Clary stepped aside, waving an arm towards the interior. Without hesitation, he stepped inside, mesmerized by the sight of Tara, acting so dirty but looking so innocent in her skirt. As he approached her breathing hitched, and her pumping fingers slowed. He could feel Clary behind him, but he only had eyes for Tara. He moved across the room without being aware, and then he was there, in front of her. She removed her foot from the couch and stood before him, unashamed. Her tits looked firm and lush, her areolas bright pink, and more than a hand full. Her hands hung at her sides, as if waiting for him to make the first move. "Do you like what you see?" Tara said, a small smile still on her lips. "You are perfect." He replied, sweat beading on his forehead. Being this close to her and not touching her was torture, but he resisted, the gentleman his mother had raised rearing its ugly head. "Aren't you going to touch me, Mr. Jones?" She said, her own hands running over her stomach up to her tits. "Do you know how long I have wanted you to touch me, Leon? Since the first day I saw you. Why do you think I go to your class with no underwear, and very slowly crossed and uncrossed my legs? I wanted to show you what you are missing." She stepped toward him, waiting for his reaction. He had to admit, he struggled with the moment. A big part of him kept reminding himself that he could lose his job, and it was just plain wrong to take advantage. The other part of him was fascinated by the sight before him, and the heat of Clary behind him, naked. Without his permission, his hands reached out, and finally, finally touched Tara's tits. She breathed in deeply, and her eyes slid to half-mast. His fingers moved over her of their own accord, feeling her tits, her stomach, her hips. He looked into her eyes, loosing himself in the deep blue depths. His lips came down and he devoured her with his mouth, kissing her with all his pent up lust from the last year. He nipped at her lips, his tongue sweeping across their lushness, demanding to be let in. Her mouth opened and he slid in. Once inside he fucked her mouth the way he wanted to fuck her pussy. Tara wasted no time reaching for his zipper. In seconds his pants were around his ankles, which he quickly kicked to the side with his shoes. His rock hard cock sprung free, and he groaned into her mouth at the freedom. Clary's hands slid over his ass and up his back, bunching his shirt around his shoulders. Impatient to feel flesh on flesh, he released his hold on Tara's tits, broke their kiss, and grabbed his shirt with both hands. He pulled at it until he could hear thread popping, then the buttons hitting the floor. He felt Clary move behind him, helping him rid himself of his ruined shirt. He reached a hand behind him to grab her ass and pulled her closer until she was flush against him, his other hand brushing the backs of Tara's thighs, then under her skirt to feel her bare ass. Tara leaned in until she too was pressed against his front. The feel of Tara's lush tits pushed against his chest, and Clary's smaller, firm tits against his back made his cock jerk, brushing against Tara's stomach. She made a sound in the back of her throat and, arching her back, pressed herself against his cock. Clary's hands resumed their exploration, stroking his shoulders around to his chest, down his arms, coming to a stop at his hands. She covered his hands for a moment as they squeezed Tara's cheeks, then Clary pulled away, only to come around behind Tara. Clary grabbed Tara's tits and lifted them, as if in offering. He didn't hesitate to lower his head and flick first one pale pink nipple, then the other with his tongue. Taking one into his mouth, he sucked, then moved to the other. Clary was kissing Tara's neck, massaging her tits as he played. Tara turned her head and kissed Clary, her hips pumping against his cock. Clary released Tara's tits, ran her hands down her stomach, to her hips, over his arms, then the tops of her thighs. A hand disappeared under the front of Tara's skirt, and Tara took a small step back, giving Clary access to her pussy. Leon groaned as Tara took hold of his cock, stroking it, squeezing and releasing until he was breathless and close to coming. Clary was rubbing herself against the back of Tara, her pussy pressing against the fabric covering Tara's ass and his hand. Tara released her hold on his cock to pull her skirt up around her hips, giving him a clear view of Clary's fingers playing with Tara's pussy. The move also removed the cloth that was between his hands and Clary's pussy, so he could feel just how wet and warm she was. He moved his hand so that instead of cupping Tara's ass, he was stroking Clary's clit as she rubbed herself against his fingers. Her other hand came around, cupping his balls, then squeezing his shaft. Clary let out a breathless laugh, breaking her kiss and the moment. "I think we should move this to the bedroom. Don't you, Mr. Jones?" God, yes, he thought, his hunger for Tara, for this moment, outweighing whatever hesitation he may have had. They all moved as one, and as Leon brought up the rear, he watched the backs of the two sexy women in front of him. He paused at the entryway of the room, barely registering the plain brown and cream room. His eyes were glued to the bed, where Clary and Tara had already tumbled in a tangle of flesh. Clary made the first move, grabbing hold of Tara's hair, pulling her closer for a kiss. Tara kissed her back with enthusiasm, but her eyes were on him. The invitation was clear, one he couldn't pass up. Leon felt his cock jerking in beat with his heart, desperate for the feel of a mouth, a pussy, or even a hand. In a daze, he approached the bed, all thoughts but the sight and moment before him had fled somewhere between the front door and the bedroom door. Tara broke their kiss and sat up, reaching out a hand in invitation. He took the last few steps to the bed eagerly, his breath leaving his lungs in a woosh at the feel of her hands on his cock. She took hold of his shaft firmly, pumping and squeezing until he was light headed. Then she bent down, and Oh God her mouth was on his cock, her lush lips wrapping around the engorged head, sucking and licking until he felt his knees almost give. Clary, who had just been watching the show with a smile on her face, moved behind Tara, hands on her hips, guiding her to swing her legs around until she was lying sideways on the bed. Clary wasted no time removing Tara's skirt, then spreading her legs. Clary used two fingers to spread Tara's lips, exposing her swollen clit and glistening pussy. Without hesitation, her mouth was on Tara's clit, flicking her tongue, then sucking until Tara groaned and bucked. Leon licked his lips, almost drooling for the chance to taste her. Instead, he cupped Clary's ass, his fingers searching for the hot, wet pussy he knew was between those cheeks. He circled her clit with a finger, then plunged it into her opening, over and over again until she too was groaning and wiggling her ass in the air. Knowing he was about to come, but not ready for the moment to be over, Leon pulled his cock out of Tara's mouth and knelt beside the bed. She looked at him, her eyes out of focus, her lips swollen and pouting. Clary stopped her assault on Tara's pussy, and moved to the middle of the bed, making room for him. He took in the sight of the girls, naked but for their heels, sprawled out on the bed in abandon, their legs spread, their chests heaving. He tried to take a mental snapshot as Clary started playing with Tara's tit with one hand, and played with her clit with the other. He wasted no more time, just crawled over Tara so that he was between the two. Clary watched in silence, taking herself closer to orgasm. What he wanted though, was Tara. She spread her legs even wider in invitation, and Leon moaned, licked his lips again, and did what he wanted to do since the first time he saw her. He licked his way up her thighs, to the crease between her legs and pussy, nipping lightly. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of her, and he could wait no longer. He fucked her pussy with his mouth until she grabbed his head, holding him there. He hummed against her clit and looked up. Clary had climbed on top of Tara, facing Leon, and Tara was eating Clary's pussy as Clary played with Tara's tits. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He renewed his efforts, his finger now joining his tongue. Tara started to tense, close to orgasm. He stopped suddenly, licking her pussy lightly, and she tried to pull his head closer in demand. He was having none of it. He chuckled, even when she tugged on his hair, her impatience clear. He was done playing. He wanted to fuck her. Now. He licked his way up her stomach, stopping only to nip at a nipple, then moved up, twining his tongue with hers, tasting Clary for the first time. Clary moaned and grabbed the headboard behind her, holding herself up. His cock was now rubbing Tara's pussy, her wetness making it a smooth slide. He entered her in one stroke until he was balls deep. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, then wiggled her hips in impatience when he hesitated, reveling in the feel of her pussy walls squeezing his shaft. "Fuck me." She moaned into Clary's pussy as she grabbed his ass and arched her hips. "Fuck me" she demanded again, pumping her hips. At her command, his body moved, pounding her into the mattress. "Ahhh-" She moaned, meeting him thrust for thrust. Clary was starting to quiver, making noises in the back of her throat. Tara and Leon renewed their efforts, Tara's tongue fucking Clary's pussy, while Leon sucked on her clit. Her body moved with theirs, as if it were a beautifully orchestrated dance, until Clary let out a scream and clamped her thighs around Tara's cheeks. Clary, breathing heavy and still shaking, removed herself to the side of the bed, her eyes never leaving the fucking couple in front of her. In one swift move, Leon withdrew, and, grasping her hips, flipped Tara onto her hands and knees. He spanked her ass cheek as he sank into her pussy, fucking her from behind. She laughed, a guttural, sexy laugh, and looked at him behind her, through the veil of her hair. He pumped harder, sinking so deep she inhaled a breath and threw back her head. He let his hands wander, from her hips to her tits, up to her hair. Grabbing a fistful, Leon pulled playfully, then a little harder, using his grasp to pull her back as he surged forward. The sound of flesh slapping filled the room, punctuating the moans and gasps coming from them all. Clary crawled toward them, then lay her head on the bed between Tara's arms and knees. She laughed, a husky, turned on laugh and said, "God this is beautiful!" From her vantage point, she could see Tara's pussy being filled by Leon's cock, her bare lips stretched to the fullest, and the bounce and sway of her tits as he fucked her, hard. Tara screamed as Clary found her clit with her fingers. While he couldn't see what she was doing, Leon could feel Clary rubbing circles around Tara's hood, plucking and flicking until with each stroke, she made a strangled sound in the back of her throat. Leon stifled a shout himself as Clary ran her fingernails of her other hand over his balls as they pulled up tightly into his body. Just when he thought he couldn't hold back anymore, she grabbed hold of them, pulling slightly until with a rush of pleasure, he came. Voyeur Tara, on the verge herself, sobbed in frustration as Clary continued to tease her clit, then, releasing Leon's balls, played with a nipple. As Leon pumped the last of his come into Tara, Clary pinched and pulled her clit and nipple simultaneously, finally taking Tara over the edge. Leon groaned as her pussy squeezed around his cock, prolonging his own orgasm. Clary moved out of the way just as they both collapsed, their hearts racing and gasping for breath. "My, my, Mr. Jones. You sure know how to show a girl a good time..." Tara said grinning wickedly. Clara hummed in agreement, then leaned in for a kiss. Tara kissed her back, and, with a contented sigh, sat up. Leon, now that his brain wasn't clouded by lust, he felt a ripple of uncertainty. Would they regret it? Turn him in? "Soooo..." Clary said, looking at Tara "Same time next week?" They said together. They must have sensed his hesitation because they both grinned and threw their arms around each other. "Come on, Mr. Jones. We need some serious tutoring if we are going to graduate." Clary said, her face somewhat serious. "Besides, we are all adults here..." Leon's mind was spinning. Trying to separate his lust from the honest urge to help. Tara stood, proud in her nakedness. "We promise to make it worth your while, Mr. Jones. Even better? We will actually do some studying before we play..." They looked at each other and giggled, as if sharing an inside joke. He grinned, his mind full of possibilities for their next tutoring session, then confirmed, "Yeah, same time next week." Voyeur Night began to fall around the neighborhood and soon the horizon was nothing more than a pale glow of the last fading rays of the sun. The houses were blanketed with the slightly heavy air of a warm early-summer night. Rick Kramer was alone in his house. He lived in the two-story split-level home with his wife and kids. They were all out for a few hours and he was left, happily, by himself. Within a few minutes he was in front of his computer looking at porn. He was a fit 45, his brown hair only barely starting to be flecked with the occasional grey. He had broad shoulders. His face was chiseled with full lips and a distinct jawline. He sat, watching and stroking his cock, teasing it to life. Lately he'd been watching a lot of teen porn. It was his next-door neighbor's fault. Or rather, it was she who first stirred his desire for younger women and nubile teens. The girl's developed chest caught his gaze and he watched with aroused admiration at the transformation of a woman's hips from a young body. It was all the more taboo because his daughter was the same age and one of the girl's best friends. He couldn't help it though, he wanted her. She'd been the object of many of his fantasies. His mind drifted from the raunchy sex on the computer in front of him to his own fantasies of Erika, the literal girl next door. He closed his eyes and thought of her, lounging by the pool in her family's back yard and wearing a small bikini from the summer before, which now only just covered her barely 18 year old curves. In his mind's eye he saw her thick breasts stretching the material tight over pert nipples and her light brown hair, streaked blond by the rays of the summer sun, falling over her shoulders. He gripped his cock harder, jerking faster as he imagined her looking up at him from her towel, her eyelashes blinking lazily in front of deep blue eyes. Moans coming from his computer's speakers brought him back from his fantasy at least long enough to be reminded of his surroundings. He stood up and walked to the window, enjoying the feel of his weighty manhood. He looked out briefly, his naked body glowing in the dim light of his room. At first he only caught a glimpse. He wasn't even sure about that much, so he did a double-take. In all the years that her bedroom window had faced his, he had never been lucky enough to see her through their windows. He didn't look a lot. But he did glance. Especially when he was alone. Tonight, though, he saw her. She was changing, having just come in from a jog. Her thick but tight breasts were contained in a tight black sports bra. She wore form-fitting running shorts that showed off her tight thighs and calves. A yellow stripe adorned each leg, running straight down to her matching running shoes. Her calves were immaculate. Instinctively his hand tightened around his member, stroking slowly but deliberately. Her ass, because of the near-darkness of dusk and the lighting in her bedroom, was perfectly viewable in great detail. The tight shorts left very little to the imagination. Her window was open and he could hear her music as she danced around the room, changing her clothes. Pre-cum started to leak from the head of his cock which was by this time iron-hard and in need of release. He was oblivious to all else but the college girl across the way. His window was open as well but his porn was turned down low enough that even he could barely hear it. As the night darkened his room became nearly black it seemed. The girl, Erika, first slid her pants down, revealing boy shorts which in turn she slid, nearly stripper-like down over her hips. She let go and the white underwear dropped softly to the floor. He was stroking so hard and fast, so surprised at his luck that he hadn't noticed his wife had returned. The girls were away for the weekend. Lacey, his wife, he had expected to be out for at least a few hours. Certainly it hadn't been that long. Lacey had come in the front door and noticed that even though the car was there, the house was dark with no television on. Rather than calling out, his wife had walked down the hall where she saw the flickering of the computer screen. She watched the video and smirked, darkly and pleasantly surprised that her husband, Rick, was so filthy. Lacey was a little younger than Rick, her mid-thirties. She was in shape as well. She had a leaner body, firm breasts, but smaller that their neighbor Erika. Her hair was long, straight, and jet black. She was tan and a short 5'4. One of the things she loved is that Rick could toss her around during sex at will. Instead of being jealous when she saw him looking out the window she suddenly was turned on. She watched him in the dark room, silhouetted by the pale glow of moonlight coming through their bedroom window. Lacey had wondered if Rick had stolen glances at their neighbor. She knew that she had. College, a little over a decade ago, was a time of sexual exploration for her. She had bisexual experiences. The hot college girl next door reminded her of some of her escapades sometimes as she lazily watched the girl mow the lawn or walk to her car. Rick was stroking hard and making the sounds of a man on the line. Lacey softly walked up behind her husband. He jumped, startled, when she reached around and from behind and gently slid his hand off his cock as she rested the other slender hand on his left buttock. With her right she swirled his pre-cum around the head of his organ and whispered. "It's okay baby...this is hot," she paused and started to watch the girl as well. "Let me finish you," she said as she led him sideways so he could still turn his head to watch Erika in her room. Lacey lowered to her knees and started to kiss Rick's cock on the head and then smear the pre-cum around her lips, using his cock like a tube of gloss. He glanced down at his wife, eyes dark and glazed. His mind now started to wander down more twisted and deviant paths and he hoped Erika would look and somehow see what he and his wife were doing. With slow but determined desire Erika slid her tongue down the shaft of Rick's engorged cock and engulfed nearly its entirety with her soft mouth. He gasped and immediately curled his fingers in her hair, grasping fistfuls as she started to bob up and down, letting the head pop from her mouth occasionally. She looked up to watch his face. Erika smirked at what she saw. Rick had started watching his wife and his instincts came back. It had been a long time since she had blown him, though. Something was different about the sheer nastiness of it. He watched as she took him and he pulled her down onto his cock deeply, but not all the way. Then she saw the glance Rick made out the window to the side. She felt his cock swell even larger in her mouth. It surprised her and she nearly choked but she took it, holding his ass tightly with her fingertips. Lacey continued to watch her husband lewdly gaze out the window at the tight, curvy girl across the way. He groaned loudly and looked down at his wife, unaware of the way she stared at him. "It's okay Rick, baby," she said with a smoldering gaze. "It's hot. Maybe we can get her to play sometime, too," she winked. He gasped, not ever even allowing himself to fantasize about such a thing before. He felt dizzy with lust and the onset of an intense orgasm. He glanced again at Erika, who was now completely naked and walking across her room to the shower, holding her white towel next to her perfect skin. When she disappeared he looked down, lost in visions of Erika and the incredible sensation of the head Lacey was giving him. She jerked, tugging his member so that the head touched her lips. "It's okay," she winked, goading him. "Give me that hot fucking load you bastard." Her tone was more like begging than demanding. She whined. "Don't let her steal it," she whined. "Give it to meeeee..." She kissed the swollen head and stroked the shaft more firmly, faster, twisting her hand around him. He looked down into her eyes as she spoke and then took him back inside. Fuck he needed release. "Oh...unnnghhh," he started to grunt and growl. "I'm cumming...oh fuck I'm cumming!" His voice was raised and after he finished his words, his voice trailed off, from a dominant growl to a sated near-sigh. Lacey was dripping wet from the nastiness of the situation and the way she furiously fingered her own cunt. Somehow it was hot to see her husband this aroused. She had been having fantasies of her own, of a different nature. She didn't know it, but this would be the start of a long and winding path. Still in the moment, though, as soon as his gushing climax began her mouth was around him, sucking, licking, laving his shaft and head, trying to keep every drop, every rope, every drool-filled ribbon of his salty load until her mouth could hold no more. Looking up into Rick's eyes she appeared submissive but gratified. He barely saw the creamy flash of white as she teasingly opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out, and then swallowed, pushing the only stream she missed up her chin to her lip where she licked it off with an expert tongue. She flashed another twisted grin. "Mmmmm... good, baby." Across the yard, not too far away, Erika heard the gasps of Rick's orgasm from her room and saw the upper half of his body through her bedroom window. She couldn't tell if he was masturbating or being given a blow job. Either way she deduced that he'd been watching her. "Oh," she thought to herself. "He's THAT kind of kinky. Well maybe I'll give him a show soon that he'll never forget." Normally she would cover herself, out of instinct, on her way to her private bathroom. This time she simply carried her towel at her side, allowing anyone who might want a glimpse to get a very good look at the luscious curves of an eighteen year old that was ripe and ready to be adventurous. Voyeur The sky to the east was just showing the first sign of sunrise with the promise of another fine day as I pulled up outside the club. A few people were leaving, mostly couples on their way home, some looking around in the vain hope that they could find a taxi. I fiddled with the dial on the radio looking for a station with some decent music, but all I could find was a three note female pop singer lamenting about lost love, so I turned off the radio and sat casually drumming my fingers on the steering wheel and waited for them to appear. I watched them as they came out, looking around for the car, blinking under the bright lights, their eyes still accustomed to the dim light inside. After about a minute they saw the car and crossed the street towards me. I walked around the car to open the door, watching her as she walked towards me, her stiletto heels clicking like billiard balls on the road. She was wearing a low cut cream see through chiffon blouse that buttoned down the front with a cream bra beneath, and a tight black miniskirt that showed plenty of her bare tanned legs. Her blonde curls, just short of her shoulders bounced as she walked, showing her elegant neck. She wasn't drunk, but she obviously had been drinking, for she stumbled slightly, instinctively clutching the arm of her friend, who curled his arm around her waist steadying her, causing her skirt to ride up slightly, exposing more of her shapely thighs, giving me a glimpse of what I would see so much more of later. Her companion got into the car first, he looked stylish in a beige linen suit, the top button of his shirt undone and his tie loosened, seemingly unaffected by what must have been a night of music, drinking and dancing, if the reputation of the club was to be believed. He looked middle eastern, with dark brooding eyes, quite a few years older than her but quite handsome nonetheless. He had that air of self confidence that comes with a man accustomed to wealth, the top of the line brand new Mercedes, being a good indication of his wealth. I was somewhat curious about this couple, at first I thought why is this man who is obviously accustomed and comfortable with wealth with a woman who makes her living as a barmaid? He certainly isn't typical of the clientele who frequent her place of employment, but the more I gave thought to it she has a way of carrying herself and dressing that gives her an air of elegance and class that a man like this would be comfortable with, and perhaps be prepared to pay handsomely for? I caught a whiff of her alluring perfume as she climbed into the car, she smiled at me as her breast brushed my arm as I held open the door. She sat on the edge of the seat and removed her shoes with a sigh of relief saying "dancing is great fun but my feet have had enough" and with that she swiveled her lovely backside in and I closed the door We exchanged a few pleasantries as we drove away but nothing very much. He didn't say much and after a while we lapsed into silence and I turned off the radio and focused on my driving, casually pondering what I would do in the day ahead. I knew her casually. She worked in a pub I frequented sometimes. She was friendly and outgoing and always came over and chatted with me. We had a couple of things in common, we both had family living in Australia and she had a son who was in the royal navy as I once was. I liked to look at her, there was always something sexy about her, the subtle muscle definition on her bare biceps, a see through top, a tight jumper, stiletto heels, her flat tummy, unusual in a woman who had had three children. Having said that I had the impression that she dressed that way just for the clients in the pub who were mostly men, for as I have already said she had elegance and class above her station. Although I found her very attractive I had never asked her out. Once when leaving the pub late one night I saw her get into a car and embrace the driver in a way that certainly wasn't sisterly, and I had assumed that she was in a relationship with him, but the man she was with now certainly wasn't him. They had been chatting one night and she mentioned that she had a date the following night, she was going to an all night club with a friend and the person who usually drove them home was busy and couldn't make it. It was sometimes difficult to get a taxi in the early hours of the morning and would I mind driving them? I knew I wasn't doing anything the next evening so straight away I accepted and was there waiting for them in her friend's Mercedes. After about ten minutes I heard a clunk as one of them undid their seat belt. I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw their silhouettes framed by the headlights of a distant car. They were turned towards each other and were slowly and sensuously kissing, her hand resting lightly on his cheek, the sound of their lips on each other faintly reaching me. Her other hand was lightly stroking his chest, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. His arm was across her resting on her hip. I became more interested now, and focused more of my attention on them. It was beginning to get lighter now and the rear interior light was still on casting a yellow glow on them, so I didn't have to rely as much on streetlights. I heard her breath begin to quicken and again I looked in the mirror. Her head was thrown back and her friend having undone the top three buttons of her blouse was slowly kissing her long elegant neck, each kiss a little lower than the one before, every couple of kisses he would undo another button. Her skirt was up almost to her hips and he was lightly running his fingers up the inside of one thigh just grazing her cunt with his thumb, and down the other. I was starting to get aroused now, my cock began to stiffen. and my heart beat faster, I wanted to see more Luckily, being early enough in the morning there were almost no other cars around, so I eased up on the accelerator and paid more attention to what was evolving in the back seat . I suspected that their usual driver had seen some of what I was seeing, for there was another mirror discreetly placed lower down on the dashboard so after subtly adjusting the quite large rear view mirror I had two viewpoints. They didn't seem to be concerned about me, they were too interested in each other. I took another look and what I saw sent a tingling surge of electricity down my spine arousing me even more. By the light of passing streetlights I could see her, her blouse was completely undone, her bra had disappeared, and her back was arched, pushing her milky white breasts forward, her brown nipples erect and begging for his lips . He was still slowly moving down teasingly, kissing all around her breasts but seemingly deliberately avoiding her nipples. She had a hand under one breast pushing it towards his mouth desperately willing him to take it. Her breath was quickening and sometimes she would give a little cry as his tongue flicked over her nipple, but teasingly he moved back to her neck, causing her to roll her nipple between her fingers trying to get the stimulation she craved. My cock was really hard now and I discreetly eased down my zip, I wasn't wearing any underwear and my cock sprung out, the end already wet with pre-cum, It felt cool and sensuous as the air from the air conditioning blew softly across it, the zip cold on the base of my balls. Slowly just with three fingers I began to stroke the sweet spot just below the head, sometimes running my palm over the moist tip. I heard her give a little gasp and when I looked in the mirror her friend had given up teasing and his mouth was on her breast, his tongue flicking her nipple, causing her to softly moan, her look of urgency changed to a smile of contentment. I looked in the lower mirror and could see him undoing enough of the buttons of her skirt to allow him to slip his hand into her tiny black thong. I then had to look up as the red light we were stopped at turned to green and I had to focus on my driving. After a couple of minutes I looked up into the mirror but unexpectedly she was also looking and saw me, I felt embarrassed and vulnerable and quickly looked away, but there was something in her eyes that made me look back, and with my eyes locked on hers I gave her a quizzical look, with which the corners of her mouth turned up in a brief smile, she gave a faint nod of approval and then her eyes,closed and her head went back, so I looked into the lower mirror . What I saw made my heart leap, her tanned legs were spread, the thong discarded and the area beneath where her bikini had been was milky white, contrasting with her golden honey coloured tan, a neat inverted triangle of trimmed pubic hair, at the apex of which was her magnificent aroused swollen cunt, pink and glistening with moistness in the half light. Then an olive hand covered it as he moved his hand down and gently stroked the outside of her opening. She moaned and opened her legs wider in response, thrusting her hips forward wanting more, and she whimpered with gratitude as he slipped two fingers, between the folds of her moist labia . I was mesmerized by what I was watching, I didn't know I could be so turned on by watching other people have sex, it was almost more exciting than participating myself. I had never considered myself a voyeur, I had always thought it was a bit sleazy, the realm of little bald men who couldn't get a woman to fuck, but now I thought about it I never liked to have sex in the dark, it always seemed a bit unsatisfying, and half the fun of having my cock sucked was watching it. I loved to watch a woman take me in her mouth and bring me to the point of coming before I had to close my eyes as I exploded in her mouth. Now a whole new realm was opening right before my eyes. I watched the road the bare minimum necessary so I missed as little as possible of the sensuous show that was unfolding in the back seat. I could faintly hear the sound of two fingers sliding in and out of her, mingled with the sighs and moans of pleasure as she became more and more aroused. I could smell the musky aroma of her, mixed with the smell of leather upholstery and perfume. It increased the eroticism for me knowing that she knew I was watching and partly this was a show for me, as if we had this shared secret. With the tips of my fingers I slowly and subtly stroked my cock, pacing myself so that I didn't come before they had finished. She had completely undone his trousers now, exposing his hard cock. It was average length but fatter than normal. Her hand only just encircling it, gripped it firmly and stroked easily, lubricated by the pre cum oozing from the end, her long painted nails glinting as she ran her elegant fingers over the purple shining head, causing him to move his hips in time with her, almost as if her hand was a tight sensuous vagina. Their movements were becoming more urgent now, her legs were spread, and her moans became louder and her hips rocked forward in time as he moved his fingers faster and her hand moved faster on his cock, stroking the whole length until with a cry she turned and pushed him back against the seat, ripped open the last two buttons of her skirt and straddled him, completely naked, her cunt poised above his eager waiting cock. She reached down and took him in her hand holding him there, the tip just brushing her cunt, which was so wet a few drops dripped onto the end of his cock. He was straining upward wanting desperately to plunge into her, but even though he gave a cry of frustration she stayed poised above him, erotically slowly rubbing the end of his cock in circles around her wet opening until slowly she lowered herself onto him, an inch at a time and then stopping and rotating her hips sensually as if she were dancing to some soulful music, until, when his cock was halfway in she could take it no longer, she plunged down and he pushed up, thrusting every inch of his straining cock inside of her. If before they had tried to stay reasonably quiet that was all abandoned now as she cried out with pleasure as his hard fat cock rammed into her, her thighs slapping his groin as she pushed down, desperate for every inch she could get inside her. Harder she fucked as she raised above him until only the tip of his cock was still in her and almost all of it visible, glistening with their combined juices, then with a cry she slammed down on him. I was approaching the edge now, having difficulty controlling myself, but I was enjoying the feeling of being so aroused so I reigned in my excitement, stroked myself slower until I was back in control, not wanting to come while this erotic show was taking place on the seat behind me. I was becoming quite good at knowing when to watch the road which was almost dead straight with very little traffic so I was able to watch most of what was happening behind me, all the time stroking my cock and staying in control until the right time came I was transfixed by the scene in both mirrors. She was leaning forward slightly now, the sight of her beautiful bottom ramming down on that hard cock was making my heart pound and my mouth dry. She was so aroused that when she raised up I could see the pink lips of her swollen, glistening cunt so invitingly close but so untouchable. It was evident now that they were both reaching their climax, every time she slammed down on his cock her cries increased in intensity and he moaned with pleasure and thrust his hips up to meet her until with a huge shriek and a cry of 'oh my god' she slammed down on him, jerked her hips forward and arched her back in spasms with the contractions of her orgasm, her thighs trembling with the intensity, giving a loud cry with each one, while he pushed up, forcing every inch of his cock in her, the contractions of her orgasm so intense that he could no longer control himself, he exploded into her, causing her to cry louder as she felt the warm come shooting into her. Gradually her movements slowed as her orgasm subsided, until completely spent, she rolled sideways and collapsed against the back of the seat. The chests of both of them heaving, exhausted from the intensity of fucking, his cock softening slowly like a deflating balloon until it flopped limp on his thigh. Her body glowing with a sheen of perspiration as she sat there, not moving, her tanned legs apart, her eyes closed and a faint smile of contentment on her face. Her pussy pink, swollen, oozing come and looking magnificent, a film of perspiration on her firm pert breasts making them glow milky white, her brown nipples still erect. The sight was too much for me, I gave my cock a few quick strokes and felt the warm sweet relief of one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had, the warm come bursting from me onto my jeans, already wet with the fluid that had leaked from my cock. Gently I slipped my softening cock into my jeans and eased up the zip, and for the first time since we had set off, focused completely on my driving. After a few minutes I heard rustling in the back and looked in the mirror to see her getting dressed. I caught a fleeting glimpse of her breasts as she buttoned her blouse and as before, she looked up and caught me looking, but this time I returned the smile. Soon we pulled up at her house and I jumped out and opened the door for her. As I helped her out of the car she saw the wet patch on my jeans and smiled. I saw that she hadn't bothered to put her bra back on or fasten the top three buttons of her blouse and I got one more glimpse of those lovely breasts, invitingly pushing against her blouse. She reached up, kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear 'Glad you enjoyed that!' Then I watched as she walked up the path, the first rays of the sun flashing on her damp tousled hair, her skirt a little crumpled, knowing that whenever I saw her walking up and down the bar I would never look at her the same. I turned and shut the door, the car now empty and silent, the only trace of what I had witnessed was a discarded thong lying on the back seat. With that I climbed into the driver's seat and waited for my passenger. Voyeur My clock and watch repair shop is on the High Street in our town and has a recessed doorway in which many courting couples stop to 'canoodle' as they walk home from the pubs at night. My doorway has been a favourite lovers' haunt for decades. Back when I was a small boy and the shop was owned by a butcher, my pals and I were well aware that it attracted 'nocturnal activities.' I don't think that this influenced me to buy the shop when my career started because I was happily married at the time. But now that my marriage has ended I consider myself very fortunate to own the shop! It used to be too dark to see exactly what the couples were up to, but because of an increase of vandalism the Council installed additional street lighting about two years ago, and by chance put a street lamp quite close to my doorway. At first I thought that this would discourage hanky-panky but it hasn't. Perhaps this is because the Council have also installed security cameras up and down the street and this has had the effect of reducing the number of places where couples can stop for a cuddle and not be seen. I am amazed at how intimate they get with each other even though they are in a public place. They usually rely on hearing the footsteps of anyone walking past to alert them, but some just carry on as people walk by. The best bit about all of this is that it is very easy for me to see what they are up to from inside my shop. I have arranged the window display so that I can sit comfortably in a chair just a few feet from my obliging participators and observe them through a carefully placed gap in the display boards. It is quite impossible for them to see me as my face is in total darkness even though there is plenty of light shining on them. I find watching people kissing and fondling each other to be incredibly exciting, and if the girl is attractive or they get very carried away I get a tremendous erection and masturbate as I watch them. The fact that I am so close to them and that they are oblivious to what I am doing turns me on enormously and I have incredibly intense orgasms. Being technically minded I have added a few refinements to my 'hobby'. It was very easy to position a microphone outside the shop door about two feet above head level. This relays whatever they happen to say to a small speaker next to where I sit. I also have two video cameras set up on either side of the door to record any particularly good scenes. It was easy to hide the cameras from view and as far as I know no one has ever spotted them. Friday and Saturday nights are usually the best, and if I happen to be going out myself I leave the cameras running in the hope that I will have a good movie to watch when I get home. A few months ago I really struck lucky and witnessed (and captured on tape) an event that I just have to tell people about. It was a Saturday night and the pubs had been shut for about an hour and a half. I had had a few 'visitors' but nothing very interesting and as the street was getting pretty deserted I decided to call it a night. Just as I stood up to leave my hideaway I heard a girl's giggling voice and I sat down again. Success! A couple came into view, the young lad was holding her hand and pulling her into the doorway. I started the video recorders and switched the speaker back on. They grabbed each other and started kissing immediately and as soon as I got a good look at the girl I knew I was on to a winner! She was a real stunner, tall and blonde and wearing a thin white silk blouse and a short red skirt. The guy soon had a hand on her breast, he gave it a few squeezes and then unbuttoned her blouse and slipped a hand inside. This was enough to get me going and I unzipped my pants and eased my rapidly swelling penis out. She was loving his caresses and when he pulled her blouse open a little I was delighted to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. He fumbled inside her blouse and her blouse came more and more adrift, giving me wonderful glimpses of her breasts. They were what most men would call on the small side but were very firm and pointed and she had lovely erect nipples. I watched intoxicated as he bared her left breast completely and bent down and kissed her stiff nipple. Through the speaker I heard her moan and her head went back, eyes closed as he sucked on her. This was better than I had hoped for - I was close to ejaculating already and slowed my hand movement almost to dead stop. I watched in disbelief as she fumbled at his crotch, got hold of his zipper and pulled it down, pushed her hand into his fly, and eased his cock out into the night air. He was well blessed and I estimated that a good six inches were in plain view, with at least an inch or two still in his pants. I was very envious because what my hand was wrapped around was a lot smaller. She held his cock firmly in her hand while he kissed her breast and the two of them turned through 180 degrees so that his back was to the street. Anyone passing by would not see that his cock was sticking out of his pants. She held on to it a while longer and then started to move her hand on him with a very experienced motion. I moved my hand on my own cock, keeping time with her, imagining that it was my cock that she was working on, but I had to stop almost as soon as I started to avoid coming there and then. I ran my fingertips over the tip of my cock and smeared the juice that was seeping copiously from the slit over my swollen glans. I knew I could fondle the glans easily for hours on end without fear of coming provided I didn't touch the frenulum too much. Somehow gripping the shaft and wanking was much harder for me to control and I had spoiled many an evening's entertainment by getting too excited and coming too early. He took his mouth from her breast. 'Oh God, Annie, that's fantastic.' Knowing her name added to my excitement. He reached down and slipped a hand up under her skirt and started to pull her knickers down. I heard her say, 'Not here, someone will see!' He reassured her, 'Naah, there's no one about.' Little did he know! She let go of his cock as her bent down and pulled the knickers down her long slender legs and she stepped out of them. He crumpled the small white knickers up and stuffed them in his pocket. Then he stood up, pulled her towards him and lifted the front of her skirt up. He bent his knees slightly, put his cock between her legs and stood up straight. They held tightly to each other and at first I thought that he had put his cock inside her but soon realised that she was just holding it between her legs. To the casual observer they looked as if they were just hugging and kissing. He started to thrust his hips against her and she started moaning. The action of his big cock sliding against her pussy was obviously turning her on. He humped against her for a while and then bent his knees again and was clearly trying to get inside her. I heard her protesting. 'Don't, you haven't got a condom on.' He was very determined. 'Annie, I won't come, I promise. Just let me a little.' She seemed to trust him and stood on tip-toe, splaying her legs as he reached down and fumbled with his cock between her legs. He had such a big penis it must have been difficult. After a few ineffective stabs he pushed firmly up and the way that she threw her head back and let out a long groan as she clutched his buttocks convinced me that he had entered her. I nearly orgasmed on hearing her obvious enjoyment and let go of my cock completely. I could feel it jerking up and down spasmodically until the crisis faded. She was such a tall girl that vertical sex was possible for them. He only had to keep his knees a little bent and he could thrust in her quite comfortably. The way she arched her back and tilted her pelvis forward to accommodate him was a delight to watch. I watched fascinated as they screwed in front of me, listening to her groaning and whimpering as he thrust inside her. Her skirt covered them both very successfully and I tried to imagine his cock inside her. They say that size doesn't matter but she was obviously having a really good time. She must have been familiar with his body language because she suddenly started to get anxious and tried to push him away. 'Jimmy, stop, you promised!' He kept on going and it didn't look as if he had any intention of stopping. She pushed him away more forcibly, 'Jimmy, stop it!' He stopped thrusting and pulled back; his cock lifted her skirt up like a tent before it came into view. It was glistening wet and hugely distended. I was shocked at the size of his glans, it seemed disproportionately large compared to the shaft. I have never had any gay inclinations but seeing that monster in such a state of desperate engorgement was a heady experience, I couldn't resist grabbing my own cock and giving it a few frantic jerks before I regained control and stopped. 'Jesus, Annie,' he gasped. 'Please, let me.' He grabbed her hips and tried to pull her towards him. 'No!' she was insistent and kept her legs firmly together. He was clearly in anguish, his cock bobbing about in the air as she evaded him. 'Jimmy, stand still!' she commanded him and to my amazement dropped to her knees in front of him. She took hold of his cock, gave it two or three tugs, then opened her mouth and pulled his cock towards her. My heart was pounding in my chest as she took his glans inside her mouth, not without considerable difficulty, and started to suck on it while her hand pulled on his shaft. 'Of, God!' he gasped and leaned over her, his hands on the door to support himself. I watched from the side view, no more than three feet away; watched her jerking urgently on his cock, watched her struggling to keep the whole glans in her mouth; it was clearly too big for her and she pulled back and held about half the huge knob between her lips, her cheeks concave as she sucked on the tip. He started to groan and his face was contorted with ecstasy. I couldn't hold back any longer and pulled rapidly on my cock and in seconds I was spurting wildly in the most unbelievably intense orgasm. I came so hard I could actually hear my semen hitting the wooden partition in front of me in spurt after spurt and I knew if there had been nothing between us I would easily have drenched Annie from where I sat. As my spurts dwindled I watched her working on him; it was the most erotic sight I had ever seen, her blouse gaped open and her lovely breasts were plainly in view, the tips gently bobbing as her hand moved, she had her eyes closed and her chin was wet from saliva that was running from her stretched lips. Jimmy was making strangled grunting noises and then he gave a long agonised groan. Annie's eyes suddenly shot open and her head jerked back, her hand paused briefly on his cock before jerking rapidly. I knew he had spurted into her mouth and I frantically jerked my cock; it was still almost hard and I desperately wanted to come again. I watched as she took her mouth away from his glans; I saw a thick stream of semen shooting into her open mouth before she could pull his cock downwards. She closed her mouth and the next spurt splashed over her chin, she aimed him lower and took the next spurts over her throat and the upper curves of her breasts. I knew she had some of his semen in her mouth, would she swallow it or spit it out? She looked down as he emptied himself between her breasts and seemed to direct the weakening spurts so each breast received an equal share of pearly drops. She squeezed his cock a few times when he had finished and then quickly stood up. I expected her to get a tissue out of her hand bag to wipe herself or maybe spit the semen into but she calmly started to button up her blouse over her wet breasts. I could plainly see the damp patches develop as the silk got soaked and became transparent. He started to cram his cock back into his trousers but it was still swollen and he did not find it easy. 'Jesus, Annie, that was fantastic!' She smiled at him, 'I thought you would like it.' She must have swallowed! I wished I had been able to catch the moment that she had swallowed his semen. She still had a thick coating of sperm on her chin when she gave him a kiss, long and lingering and he surely would have been able to taste himself. When he broke away he had semen on his chin and wiped it off on the back of his hand, grinning at her. I had been wanking furiously in the hope that I could come a second time before they left, my cock was hard again and I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm but to my dismay they left the doorway as suddenly as they had arrived. I stopped the video recorders and started to put my cock back in my pants. I had another look through my spy hole, wondering if there were any splashes of sperm left outside my doorway and noticed something crumpled and white on the ground. I thought I hadn't seen her using any tissues? I suddenly realised what it was; he had pushed her knickers partly into his trouser pocket when he had taken them off; they must have dropped out! I was outside the front door in 10 seconds and retrieved the knickers. I took them up to my room and examined them in the light. I couldn't believe my good fortune. They were a pair of white 'tanga' knickers. I inspected the crotch; it was very damp! Perhaps a splash of his semen had landed on them? I lifted the fabric up to my nose. No; no smell of semen, only the wonderfully tangy aroma of a sexually excited girl. I got totally undressed and lay on my bed, held the knickers over my face with the crotch under my nose to inhale her scent and masturbated, running all the images I had seen through my head. I pictured her sucking on the tip of his enormous cock; the image of that jet of thick white semen shooting into her open mouth soon had me squirting my come all over my chest and stomach in a glorious orgasm. I have kept the knickers. Her scent faded all too quickly but I often put on the video tapes of 'Annie and Jimmy' and watch them as I enjoy a delicious slow wank with Annie's knickers wrapped tightly around the end of my cock. I never fail to set the video recorders going on a Friday and Saturday. You never know, they could come back. Voyeur You pretend not to notice me as I slip from the living room to the bedroom, but I know you watch when I'm not looking. I slip into the bedroom walk in closet and drop my clothes onto the floor as I grab my robe, ready to take a shower before bedtime and rid myself of the day's grime and dirt. My robe feels soft and warm against my skin and I smell the fabric softener I used when I washed it last still clinging to the fibers as I brush the shoulder past my nose and inhale deeply. I walk past you as you continue the illusion of being caught up in whatever television show is playing at the moment, your remote control nearby but I know what you're really thinking and it's okay, really it is. We all have our secrets and you're no different, two people never really share every tiny detail of their thoughts. I've known for a long time that when I go to shower you watch me, that's why I leave the bathroom door open when I used to close it but whether or not you know it's nothing we discuss. I slide open the shower door and begin the water, holding my hand underneath the flow to check the temperature. When satisfied I turn and slip my robe off hanging it on the hook next to the towel, all ready for me when I step back out of the shower. I step carefully onto the cool tub floor and feel the warm water sprinkle my feet as I move under the shower head and let the water cascade down my shoulders and legs and I wonder when it is you'll slip quietly up the hall to peek in and watch me. I turn my back to the water and let my hair get wet in readiness to wash it and turn to pour the soap into my palm. It's a lightly scented shampoo that I alone use, much too feminine for you but I lather up and massage my own scalp reveling in the feel and smell of washing my own hair. Funny but I like knowing you're watching and that makes me take my time and feed into your voyeurism. I'm too tall for this shower head and I have to bend pretty far backwards in order to rinse my hair off and I know you can see my hard nipples through the shower doors and I wonder if your hand is touching and rubbing between your legs as you watch me. I grab the soft puffy scrub and pour liquid soap into it and suds it up preparing to wash myself. Slowly I begin to wash every inch of myself starting with my neck and working my way down to my nipples, making slow circles with the soap. I lift each breast and wash underneath cupping the breast with my the opposite hand as I wash, moving over to wash under the arm too. Slipping the scrub lower I follow my side and wash my hip and move towards the other side to do the same. It makes me feel sexy and delicious when I know you're watching, being aware makes washing an almost erotic experience so I make the most of touching myself and each tiny part of my own body. I wash slowly between my legs and lift my foot to the side of the tub so I can make sure I reach deeply. My back is under the water and as the water cascades over my shoulder it rinses the soap off my sides and my hip almost as fast as I wash. The water is just warm enough to turn my skin slightly red as the heat works it's way under my skin. I separate my lips and wash with one hand while I rub and rinse with the other, teasing myself in the process but the real tease is knowing you're watching and wondering what's running through your mind. I finish up by washing my back and feet and then turning to rinse off all the remaining soap I've missed on my shoulders and lower back but remain under the water letting it flow over my hair and face to make sure my hair is fully rinsed off and wondering if you're still there or if you've left knowing I'll be out soon. I reach to turn off the water and then turn to open the door, a smile playing across my lips. Every minute with you is an adventure and I dry myself and put on my robe as I head up the hallway to of course find you watching the TV still and looking as engrossed as you were when I walked by the first time. I bend to kiss your lips and ask when you're coming to bed but I see the bulge under your zipper and I know you'll slip under the covers next to me and taste my clean skin and please me like no other ever has. What would I do without you? Voyeur Kyle stepped into Mel's house and closed the door behind him. He had knocked and received no answer so he entered anyway, same as usual. As he made his way into the kitchen he heard soft moans coming from the bedroom. Intrigued, he stood by the door and peered through the keyhole. There before him stood Mel, who appeared to have just stepped out of the shower. Her damp hair cascaded in ringlets down her shoulders, sending small beads of water over her ample breasts. He watched them slide over her breasts and down her stomach, leaving little glistening trails. She stood there, naked, her delicate fingers lightly brushing her nipples, turning them into hard beacons of desire. She walked over to her bed, hands still caressing her breasts and lay down, spreading her legs to allow the cool morning air to wash over her damp pussy. Kyle watched in awe at the scene before him. His dick became hard as he imagined himself in there with Mel, running his fingers through her short, dark landing strip. As if on cue, Mel moved one hand down to her belly button, circling in time with the hand on her left breast. She slowly moved it to her mound, fingers gently tugging at the small patch on her otherwise hairless pussy. Kyle held his breath as her other hand moved to part the curtains to her pussy, revealing the warm pink entrance that lay behind. Using just one finger she began slowly massaging her clit, and then increased the speed as she became more aroused. Kyle watched as Mel slid two fingers into her damp tunnel and held them there momentarily, before she started fucking herself with them. She was now using the palm of her hand to rub her clit as it became swollen with lust. Soft moans escaped her full lips, adding to Kyle's arousal. He unzipped his fly to release his now rock hard dick and silently began imitating the scene before him. As her fingers glided in and out of her now wet pussy, his hand would move over his dick. Mel brought herself to what seemed like the brink of orgasm before stopping. He watched as she slid her fingers from her pussy and put them in her mouth. That sight alone was almost enough to make Kyle cum on the spot. He watched as she got onto all fours, her ass facing the door, and brought out a vibrator from under her pillow. The smooth gold toy quickly found its way into her wet pussy. She held her face against the pillow as her moans got louder, and used her free hand to finger her ass. Kyle got excited as he continued to watch. His own girlfriend refused to let him anywhere near her ass, and he had always enjoyed the odd spot of backdoor play. Mel massaged her puckered rosebud as she held the vibrator against her clit. She effortlessly slid two fingers into her ass as her vibrator simultaneously slid into her pussy. Kyle watched as her fingers moved in tandem with the vibrator, before she settled into a rhythm. As her vibrator moved out of her pussy, her fingers would work their way deeper into her ass. As her fingers slid out, the vibrator rammed its way home. The vibrator was slick with her juices, glistening in the otherwise dim room. With disappointment Kyle saw Mel take her fingers out of her ass; he had hoped he could watch her cum with a little ass play. The disappointment was short lived however, as the vibrator replaced her fingers. She furiously began fucking herself with it, her moans becoming louder as the pace increased. Kyle took his handkerchief from his pocket and held it ready. He matched the pace with the vibrator. When Mel moved her free hand to her clit he exploded, clenching his teeth together so as to not make any noise. He quickly tidied himself up, never taking his eyes from the woman before him, and watched as she arched her back and screamed into the pillow, cumming hard as she held the vibrator in her ass. He watched as she sank against the bed, spent from her efforts, and decided he should leave the house and come back in fifteen minutes. Kyle silently left, and as he walked up the street he replayed that wonderful scene over and over in his mind. Strangely, he felt no guilt after watching his mate's missus get herself off. He looked at his watch, and decided it was time to head back. He knocked on the door again, only this time it was opened by Mel. After the usual greetings Kyle couldn't resist and commented on her glow. Had she done something different today? He grinned as she came up with some reason for her radiance, knowing full well it wasn't her new hair colour. Voyeur He looked up at his monitors. As usual nothing to report. The gym was open twenty four seven but very few people ever came to work out at two thirty in the morning. He knew being open all hours was merely an excuse public relations cooked up to explain grossly inflated fees. He certainly didn't mind. He was, by nature, a night owl and one that didn't drink so he had always felt out of sorts. Working from ten at night until his relief came in at six in the morning suited him fine. He could hang out with friends in the evening but had a perfectly valid excuse when they prepared for a night of inebriation. Motion caught the corner of his eye. Someone was moving around in the weight room. He jotted down a note for the morning cleaning crew to check the room. They swept through the entire complex like a hurricane three times a day; at six or seven in the morning, two in the afternoon and eight or nine at night. They cleaned the place thoroughly in the afternoon and evening but the morning crew relied on security's notes to determine what rooms had actually been used during their absence. A quick check of the computer told him the name of the only patron currently in the complex. She was in her mid-twenties with blue eyes and hair that could either be described as dark blond or very light brunette. He looked back to the monitor and got his first good look at her. She matched the photo attached to the file on the computer. The photo, however didn't do her justice. Her hair, too short to be pulled back, framed her oval face nicely. Her breasts might be a tad larger then he preferred but at least they were real. Her thighs were muscular and toned and came together quite nicely at her leotard. The fabric clung to her every curve, defining her very natural beauty. She placed a boom-box on a bench near the center of the room and went over to the dumbbell rack. She selected the smallest weight and began curling it absently. He wasn't surprised by her lack of effort. She was more then fit enough to be able to lift most of the larger weights and probably even be able to curl some of them. Her distracted look concerned him slightly. He couldn't imagine what she was really doing but it had nothing to do with exercise. Slowly he panned the camera towards her. Part of his mind insisted that he was attempting to solve the dilemma of image conflicting with experience, but he knew he simply wanted to watch her. Her presence broke the monotony of his job. He wished the camera had a zoom feature, but at least it was equipped with a microphone. He reached over, turned off his own music selection and set the speakers to the room in question. Strange. The first thing he noticed was that she hadn't actually turned on any music. The cd player remained plugged in yet silent. The only sound coming from the room was her breathing. To his surprise she was panting slightly. The small weight in her hand could never account for that. His eyes drifted to her other hand and widened in surprise. It had drifted slowly between her legs. With two fingers she made slow circles roughly where her clit would be. Suddenly she stopped, turned slightly while passing the weight from one hand to the other, and began to message herself with the hand which had been occupied moments before. Now that she was standing more fully towards the camera he could see a distortion in her exercise outfit, as her nipples began to harden right before his eyes. He sat there, watching her slow stimulation, and became aware of the warmth beginning to spread from his loins. His stomach fluttered slightly and his heart beat faster. He'd seen his share of porn and even had some ex-girlfriends do strip teases for him, but this felt different. Never had he watched, unknown, as a woman fulfilled herself virtually in front of him. As he watched, his own pants beginning to fill uncomfortably with his erection, her arm faltered slightly with the weight. She groaned before looking over at her CD player. She stopped her ministrations long enough to sit down, reach into her bag and pull out a device. Pointing it at the center of the room instantly brought music into the air. It was one of those slow, pounding, rhythmic songs he heard in clubs when he bothered to go. There it remained monotonous but here it seemed to emphasize the sensual nature of her actions. She set the volume carefully before putting the remote back into her bag beside her on the bench. It was loud enough that no one would be likely to hear her from outside the room. He thanked all the gods he could think of that it was still quiet enough for him to hear the first moan escape as her hand returned between her legs. With the music on she gave up any pretense at exercise and set the weight a distance along the bench. One hand caressed the fabric over her well formed crease while the other groped blindly for something in her bag. Her eyes were closed lightly and her upper body rocked slightly forward and back in time with her fingers. His own butterflies had increased as the fire spread from his groin to envelope his entire torso. Her hand found what it was looking for and she promptly removed a small vibrator from her bag. He cursed the resolution of the screen and camera as she brought the toy down. He barely heard its hum beneath the music as she turned it on and pressed it against the fabric. She shuddered the instant it made contact and a groan escaped her precious lips. He felt a jolt race through his nerves and looked down in surprise. One of his hands had reacted to her actions be reaching between his own legs and gently squeezing. Hand rubbed against fabric causing his organ to pulse back in response. He looked back at the monitor. The vibrator was tracing a line up and down between her legs. Her free hand gripped the bench tight as her chest heaved in and out. Her breasts bounced slightly with each harsh pant. Her leotard began to conform to the inner nature between her legs as it moistened and reacted to the foreign object pressing it deeper. A fresh jolt raced through his nerves as he realized that a single layer of fabric was all that covered her soft skin. His own hand rubbed at his crotch unconsciously in time with her actions. Her muscles tensed and she shook. She pulled the device away abruptly and sagged forward offering him a brilliant shot of her cleavage cradled in the very low cut outfit. He knew by her breathing that she wasn't yet spent, she probably timed it very close, given her violent reaction, but she kept herself from climax. His own hand groped, squeezed and caressed in an attempt to transfer some sensation to the nerves buried under multiple layers of fabric. The only other person in the building was the guard at the front door and a quick glance at a different monitor told him the guy was asleep as usual. Free from the fear of discovery he unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down slightly, and worked his penis free through the hole in his underwear. He began to stroke it even as he fumbled the wallet out of his pants, opened it and removed the old "spare" condom. He wouldn't really have trusted its integrity anymore for an actual encounter but it would work perfectly well for masturbatory purposes. When he looked back at the monitor he realized she was moving out of the center of the frame. He quickly placed the wrapped condom on the counter and used his free hand to guide the camera after her. She obviously brought herself much further then he guessed since she was walking very slowly, wincing slightly with every step. Over-sensitive nerves threatened her muscles unless she concentrated on every movement. He sympathized almost immediately when his testicles brushed against the ridge caused by the overlapping flaps of his opened pants, sending a fresh wave of sensation raging through his body. She stepped up to a machine designed to work the thighs and torso. His heart raced in anticipation. He knew the machine well, using it would spread her legs and arms wide and provide him with a complete look at her perfect body. Further the machine was very close to the camera, so when he finally completed the maneuver she took up nearly the entire screen. A thought occurred to him and he spun his chair and reached for the cabinet. He removed an old surveillance tape from his shift, scheduled to be erased later that day, and set it aside. He would re-label it with the current date and time and keep this tape for himself. He wondered what effect his giant home theater would have on her performance and a shiver of pure excitement followed when he realized it would only improve. His chair rolled back over to the monitor in time to see her wrap a velcro strap around each ankle, securing it to the machine. As soon as she sat in the machine an arm reached over and pressed the button, releasing the machine's safety. Her arm flew back to the empty bar and he watched her struggle to keep the machine's four arms from snapping open instantly. His hand pumped smoothly but quickly as he watched her muscles strain. A quick glance confirmed that she had intentionally overloaded the weight setting on the machine. As the weight overcame her strength her limbs inched farther and farther out to the side. As her legs pulled wider everything made sense. He saw the bulge in the fabric covering her tenderness and the wire running from it under her leg. His hand pumped faster as he watched the combination exercise and auto-eroticism. Her arms and legs struggled against the weight and she pulled her limbs closed. Her entire body shook with pleasure in time with her moans once her legs closed tight, pressing the vibrating 'egg' against her. She fought the momentum of the machine, forcing it to open slowly rather then allowing the weight to crash down. The moment her limbs were fully extended she released a soft scream of pleasure, barely heard over the grinding, pounding beat. The position thrust her hips forward while friction held her clothing still. As a result the fabric pushed the miniature stimulus hard against her sensitive nerves, sending it's vibrations deep into her groin. She shook and moaned as she fought against the weights. He watched in wonder as twitching muscles inched her limbs closed. After the first few inches he knew by her expression the tension in the fabric had lessened considerably. Moaning constantly she managed to pull the weighted arms almost all of the way closed. The moment her legs pressed together she released a much louder scream of ecstasy as vibrations pulsed against every muscle deep in her center. His hand pumped faster as he watched her breathing with fascination. Her chest heaved against tight fabric, threatening to release her breasts. One nipple could already be seen, now only half concealed by her "neckline". Her legs were shaking visibly with the strain of the weight warring with the impulses reaching out from her lust. All of her concentration focused into the single act of holding closed the machine as she reached one arm for the safety control. Her finger was scant inches from the button when an errant shift brought the full force of the tiny device's abilities to bear simultaneously against her mound and hole. Her concentration wavered and the machine took over. Out snapped all four arms, three of them dragging her struggling limbs with them. The fourth caught at her outstretched hand and flung it from the controls. Her legs flew open wide, her hips flew unwillingly forward and she lost the last of her strength as the tiny egg shifted and sank deep within her. Her body racked and railed against its imprisonment as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She was screaming in pleasure, clearly heard over the rumbling music. He forced his eyes away to check on his fellow guard, fortunately the front door was far enough from the equipment room that she couldn't be heard. Hungrily his gaze turned back to her. Shock overcame him as their eyes seemed to meet. She was staring directly into the camera. She was trying with the feeble strength she had left to reach the safety, but it had not been designed with the concept that someone's legs would be strapped in. Every time she leaned forward to reach for it her hips rocked forward causing the bench seat to drive the toy deeper into her. She instinctively threw herself backward to escape the added sensation. She knew she was truly trapped. Every nerve in her body was aflame with a pleasure so great and constant it was literally unbearable so she looked into the camera she knew had been following her and pleaded. She needed a release from her release. She looked down wearily. She no longer controlled her own body as it twisted and rocked, simultaneously trying to flee and embrace the wondrous sensations plunging deep inside. During her struggles the thin straps that held the top of her outfit has slid over her shoulders. Her heavy breathing and rapid twists forced her breasts from their confinement and now dragged at the top, forcing the straps further down. Her arms were now pinned to her body above the elbow by a combination of her clothing and the strength that had deserted her. The egg was now deep inside of her, shaking and pushing against every nerve and muscle. By some cruel twist the cord became tangled around her clit. As the object drove deeper the cord became taught and matched the vibration of the device itself. She screamed anew as the machine of sexual torture managed to stimulate her most sensitive nerves both within and without. Suddenly he was standing in front of her. In his rush to help the woman he'd only thought to shove himself back inside his underwear. Now one hand held his pants up as he ran into the room. She rolled her head weakly towards him and their eyes met; longing and pleading in her expression, sympathy and hunger mixed in his. He stepped up to her and crouched between her spread legs. She watched the hunger conquer his eyes as he leaned forward and took a nipple in his teeth causing a fresh wave of electricity to race through her. The novelty of the sensation brought her over the edge to a higher plateau of orgasm. Strength returned to her body while control did not. Her hips shot forward towards him, causing her chest to retreat. The final thrust caused the egg to be completely enveloped by her while his mouth clung to her nipple pulling it tight as she retreated. In his presence her body became oblivious to the added torment of pleasure it heaped upon her. She had brought it to this state and now it would repay her by giving itself over completely. His hand slid down her front as he wondered anew at the perfection of her soft body. He ignored the extra shudders caused by the trail his fingers traveled. She was fully aware of the path as it burned fresh pathways of sensation. Her traitorous body released more endorphins, pheromones and other stimulants in order to fully appreciate the new ministrations. He held his palm against her, just above her still-covered clit. Pressing slightly against the thin fabric he could feel a faint echo of the vibrations that ravaged her deep inside. He grinned as two fingers slid between her thighs. He felt the vibrating wire as it pulled against her. He slid lower and felt, through soaked fabric, the cord disappear into her recesses. All the while every movement of his hand sent a new and even more catastrophic stimulus coursing throughout her body. Their eyes locked once more as he looked up. Hope swelled when she saw a little sympathy buried under the hunger. She screamed as a finger slipped under her clothes and sighed when he used it to gently free her engorged mound from the ravages of the cord. She settled into her uncontrolled climax and waited for him to finally free her from the torture. The heights of this constant orgasm had surpassed Everest. His finger raised to his nose and she watched as he first smelled, then tasted the sweet cream of her utter lust. He leaned forward. Her eyes flew wide in mixed terror and wonder as she realized what that single taste had driven him to. His mouth opened, she felt his lower jaw press against lips straining to contain the vibrations that suddenly intensified. He'd reached for the control and increased the power! Her world grew white as her vision focused on his face. His mouth sealed against wet fabric as he was driven to inhale the very nectar from her clothing. The moisture caused the cloth to cling to her every contour and her clit was pulled forward. A single spot of color, his blue eye, remained in her vision as she clung desperately to consciousness. She was flying through rarified heights of bliss. A single flick of his tongue and her mind was lost to the waves of dream. Voyeur Adventure The clock ticks by slowly. Only a few hours stand between me and the fantasy I have been dying to explore. I think about how my family and friends would react if they knew my dirty little secret. I'd surely be cast out. Later, my email pings: I'll be on in 10 minutes. Have to set up my cam. Excitement boils in my blood. I will finally get to watch you have sex with another man. This will truly be better than any gay porn I've ever watched. This will be real...primal...and just for me. The time has come and I greet you on the message board. In a moment the cams are set up and we can see each other. My face burns with a strange heat. I am already aroused. We exchange pleasantries and I introduce myself to the man you've brought with you. He seems nice, but he must think I'm completely insane for doing this. Suddenly, you are undressing and my heart skips a beat. Is this really happening? God, I hope so. He undresses too and I watch and listen as he bends down and teases your cock with his mouth. I am enthralled watching. It's surreal and extremely enticing. I find myself jealous that he is tasting you and I'm not. My hands subconsciously start roaming my body. I tug my hair in anticipation. I see him lick and suck you with such delicacy. My jaw drops open and my tongue swipes my lips. My hands find my nipples and I tug with a hard ferocity in my eyes. My face flushes again as my hands travel down my body. He swallows you completely down and I hear that familiar moan. I last heard it when my fingers were inside your wet, open ass. The sounds pour out like a beautiful symphony. I am lost in my steamy voyeur adventure. Small breathy moans escape my lips as I watch your cock harden under his touch. I expose my large, heavy breasts and you watch me in return. You both exclaim appreciation and awe at my reactions. "Do you wish you were here?" you ask. "Oh, without a doubt. Ah, fuck look how hard my nipples are." The two of you groan and continue to watch me. You love turning me on... teasing me. You have him lean over the side of your bed and I see you prep him with lube. My heart beats incredibly fast as I see you ease into him. He screams in pleasure as you begin to fuck him. My asshole clenches, almost feeling the sensation. You talk dirty to him as you fuck him. I rip off my pants, lean back, and show you my wet little pussy. You both stare at the screen as I rub myself furiously. You hear me moan and gasp as I get close to orgasm. "I'm gonna cum," my voice is breathless. I let out a long deep moan and squeeze my eyes shut as I cum hard around my fingers. You fuck him faster and harder as you watch me. You have never seen me cum before. It gives you a brand new surge of adrenaline. I sit on the floor, naked from the waist down, tired. "You alright over there?" you ask. I nod slowly and smile. I am enjoying my postorgasmic bliss. I want to see you cum. I want to help. I lay flat on my back and place the webcam right between my legs. I spread wide open for you, giving you a perfect view. I reach my hands down and spread my ass open for you. "Oh, fuck, look at that!" I hear you say. You both moan as you watch me present myself. "Beautiful..." I tease you both a few more minutes. "You want to see the cumshot?" I instantly sit up and my eyes are glued to the screen. "Yes!" He once again surrounds your cock with his eager mouth. His tongue hangs open as you release a very heavy load. He looks at the screen and shows me the puddle collected on his tongue. "Fuck yes..." My arousal is renewed. I start to touch myself again as I watch him swallow it. You both collect your breath and start to get dressed. You watch as I smile from ear to ear. "Thank you.. thank you so much." "My pleasure. You will come over here next time right?" "Oh, absolutely!" "We will have to tie your hands somewhere." "You sure will. I don't think I can trust myself." You laugh, and we say our goodbyes. I sign out of the messenger and sit back, enjoying my relief. What an amazing thrill. I can only imagine how much better it will be in real life... I can't wait! Voyeur And Sex? The story i am narrating now is a true incident that occured with my friend Mohun who told me this some time ago. It was a true incident and i thought it would be liked by the literotica readers. Mohan lived with his whole family, 6 sisters and one brother in a beautiful Garden house in Dhaka. He 18 yrs old, very strong and tall. Their's was a very close knit family a little like mine. At night they all slept in one room together due to the small size of the house. I qoute what he said........... My sister were very pretty and sexy. All of them had big Breast and lovely bodies, this I was able to notice only when they were asleep They used to wear saris and blouses as many Indian middle-class girls do. At night my two of my sisters who were married and were visiting to decorate the house for a party for my parent's 25th anniversary would only wear petticoats and blouses, showing a lot of cleavage due to the size of their breasts. I used to pretend that I was asleep but trying to glance at their sexy bodies. This went on for sometime but I would not make or dare to make a move. Then one night I went to sleep earliar, wearing only only my pajamas to beat the Indian summer heat. Both my elder sisters Mina and Smitha ,were already asleep but the eldest one, Karuna-31yrs old came later to bed.I intentionally lifted my pajamas so that she could see my long strong hard cock. she saw it but just looked away and went to sleep right next to me. I was all fired up but nothing happened. All my sisters would change their clothds in front of me without any hesitation. I used to masterbate thinking about them, but they didnt know that. One day I was in my own room that had been alloted to me for the very first time and was quite happy for it. As luck would be, it was next to our big bath room, and had an opening to the bathroom. One day I heard someone having a bath so I peeked in and what I saw was unbelievable, Karuna was taking a bath in the nude. It was awsome, something I saw for the first time in my life.She was Gorgerous. She had the most picturesque body of all of them and when I saw her pussy I was ready to have go, nothing could have stopped me that time. She had sexy ass n silky hair. I saw her rubbing her body with the soap, how I wish I was rubbing her body.Then she left and to my utter luck other sister came to have bath. I was ready for her. She slowly took off her cloths one by one and I was having a time of my life.Her Breast was more firm and bigger then Karuna's. She had a strong athletic and sexy frame that drove me wild. I thought today was my day. I would come home soon and wait for them to take a bathe . I made sure I had no appointments to spoil my peeping game.To my luck I saw my other sister's bathing that day. They took more time to undress and alway found that they were not completely naked. They were all hotter than any babes i had come across yet. This went on for a long time and every time I saw them bating nude, I would Masterbate. I really wanted to have a go at them. One day as luck would be there was no one in the house except Smitha and Mina. They were in a good mood and offered me money to buy a present. Karuna came and asked me to let her know if she had a phone call which was urgent. She went for a bath and I was all ready to peep in. When I saw her taking her dress off and get nude, I also took all my dress off and started rubbing my cock.She was playing with her Breasts and rubbing her pussy. Then the phone bell rang, I called her and said that it was for her, she opened the door without realizing she was not wearing any cloths and we were both shocked seeing naked.she stood still, finished her talk and told me to follow her into my room. As soon as we reached inside, she told me stay quiet and said "I havent had a dick like that for some time now. How about you let me have it for lunch today", she immediately started kissing me and I started caressing her Breasts. She took my cock in her hand and began rubbing it. She then went on to give me the best blowjob i ever had. I climbed on top of her and we both started to touch each other. Imagining my cock touch my own sister's cunt made me wild with excitement. She was very impressed with my cock and my strong body. We made love the whole day.She asked me whether I had slept with my other sisters too. I told her she was my first. She told me that he other sisters would love to have sex with me provided I fuck her every day that she was here just for fees. She said she and the other sisters knew I was peeping tom and they intentionally planned and used my eldest sister to arrange this sex orgy. Wow that was it all four sister got into the act with me.One night they all four went into the bath all naked and invited me too. me and four sexy sisters were having a ball of a time.That night I was on top of the world, we had sex and sex for four days non stop. No one ever notice that my sisters were having regular sex with me. Voyeur & Tanning I've always had a thing for tan lines. The contrast between a woman's natural skin color and her sun tan has always been very erotic to me. That's how things began with my mother and I. She's one of those semi-famous celebrity fitness trainers, which means that being in great shape and having a great tan is an important part of her job. We lived alone together like we were best friends. She was always loving and caring towards me, and I was the same towards her. Despite that fact that she was my mother, I never had any problems fantasizing about her. She's basically the main star in most of most of my erotic fantasies. But it was just that, a fantasy, and nothing more. Our relationship never ventured beyond that of any other 'normal' mother & son until late one summer. She had gone on a cruise with her best friends, and when she returned, she brought with her one of my favorite topics- tan lines. Voyeur & Tanning "So how was the trip?" I asked as I greeted my mother in front of our house. A cab had just dropped her off from the airport and I helped carry her luggage. "It was enjoyable unless you count the unexpected change of weather," she said with a sense of disapproval. "Take a look at this." She turned around to show me her back, and since she was wearing a tank top, it was slightly noticeable that the skin tone of her back was darker than her front. She continued, "As you can see, my back had gotten a nice tan before I got a chance to work on the front. It looks ridiculous." "I can barely notice it mom. Well, unless you look carefully. A nice thick sweater for the next few weeks should do the trick." "Very funny," she replied. "With this heat, a thick sweater would be great if I need to lose 10 pounds of pure sweat. So get used to seeing me finish up my tan in the backyard. The last thing I need to show up to work looking like this." "Trust me mom, no one is going to notice," I replied. "That's easy for you to say. Oh well, a little extra time in the sun should do the trick." ***BACKYARD TANNING*** The house was unusually quiet early the next morning. Her bedroom door was wide open, and usually, that meant she was busy around the house talking to clients or friends on the phone, or simply watching the morning news before she headed out the door. My mother always liked getting up early, and I didn't. So at 9 am there was no way she expected me to be awake. And then it hit me; she must have been in the backyard tanning. Now keep in mind, there are women with great bodies, and women with great fucking bodies. My mother has a great fucking body. After all, as a high end personal trainer, it's her job to stay in shape all year round. So mom or not, there was no way I could pass up the opportunity to see her lounging under the sun. I quickly headed over to the window in her bedroom, which had a perfect view of our pool area, and what I saw didn't disappoint. My mother was spread across the lounge chair by the pool. She was in a small bikini listening to her iPhone and she looked perfectly relaxed. The sun glistened off her tanned skin, and I was mesmerized by the sight of her womanly physique, from head to toe. She checked the time, and afterwards, she took off her headphones, got up, and gracefully dived into the pool for a swim. After she did a few laps, she excited the pool and the show was over for that morning. *** Mom was in the kitchen drinking orange juice when I went down stairs. She was in a robe and her long hair was still soaking wet. "Good morning," she said in her cheerful and vibrant self. "Hey mom. You look like you're in an especially good mood this morning." She smiled, "Why wouldn't I be? It's a beautiful day outside." "It looks like it," I replied. "You haven't gone for a morning swim in a long time." It was at that moment that I noticed my mother's robe start to open as she dried her hair with a small towel. The top of her bikini tan lines around her breasts start to show. But of course, I couldn't look for more than a split second because she was right there in front of me. "Well, I was fixing my tan and the pool was practically calling me. It's incredibly refreshing on a hot day like this. You should join me sometime. It'll be fun, we could tan and swim together." "Thanks for the invite but I prefer using my mornings to sleep," I replied. She finished her juice and left it on the counter. And when she walked towards the stairs, she gave me a big motherly kiss on my check. "I miss being your age and just hanging out all summer. But I've got to shower and meet some clients after." "Yeah, well look on the bright side, you've got a great job where you get to spend time with cool people and workout with them." She smiled, "You're right about that. I love my job. And I mean what I said about tomorrow morning. If you're in the mood to swim together, you know where to find me." ***DID YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SAW?*** The following day I made sure to wake up extra early so I could watch my mother's next tanning session. And once again, the show I got didn't disappoint. She laid on the same lounge chair at the same spot. She wore sunglasses this time, and her hands were behind her head and her feet were moving to the music she was listening to. The bright yellow bikini she wore also gave a nice contrast to her perfectly tanned skin. After a few minutes of enjoying the sun, she looked down at her body and lifted the top of her bikini to look down at her breasts. My heart raced. She was clearly thinking of what to do next, and I got an absolute thrill when she reached back and undid her top. I immediately became aroused as she pulled her bikini top away and placed it on the ground. Despite her constantly wearing small outfits around the house, this was the first time I had ever seen her topless. My heart pounded looking at her perfectly shaped, medium sized breasts. Her nipples were large and bright pink. And I was especially turned-on by her bikini tan lines, were her body was nicely tanned, but her breasts were pale white in shape of large triangles from her different bikinis. For about a minute, I watched as she squeezed her breasts together and massaged them. It was as if she was playing with them. She clearly enjoyed setting them free and giving them their long awaited opportunity to see the bright sun. Before I could pull my cock out and masturbate, she suddenly turned her head towards the direction of our house. I quickly ducked down as fast as I could to avoid being seen. Because of her sunglasses, I wasn't sure if I was caught or not. As much as it hurt me to do so, I went back to my room to sleep. After all, who wants to get caught spying on their mother? *** A few minutes later, I heard my mother's footsteps as she came up the stairs. She made no effort to walk quietly, and she didn't even bother to knock when she opened my bedroom door. "Are you awake?" she asked loudly. I slowly opened my eyes and gave the best acting performance I could give (which was horrible) pretending to be asleep. And to my pleasant surprise, she was still only wearing her bikini (with her breasts covered unfortunately). "Ugghhh...mom...you just woke me up..." "We both know that isn't true," she replied in her mom knows best tone of voice. "Come on, if you're going to spy on me, then you might as well have the courtesy to keep me company. It's the polite thing to do." *** Once I washed up, I headed to the backyard where my mother set up an extra lounge chair right next to hers. She was still in her bikini. "You look wide awake already," she smiled as she patted the seat next to her. "Come on over, right next to me." I walked to the chair in my t-shirt and shorts and laid right next to her underneath the sun. It was the same scenario as the day before, where I tried my best not to stare at her body, but this time she was scantily clad under the bright sunshine, making her skin even harder to ignore. "So, did you like what you saw?" she asked. "Earlier I mean, while I was sunbathing." "I'm not sure what you're talking about," I replied, being as coy as possible. "You mean that wasn't you behind my bedroom window watching me while I was topless? Oh my god, I think we may have a ghost in the house. Or an intruder..." she said jokingly and with exaggeration. I sighed, "Fine, okay, you caught me. I couldn't resist." "So you liked seeing me then?" "Well, I don't want you to think I'm creepy because you're my mother, but sure. I mean, tits are tits as far as I'm concerned, and you've got a beautiful pair of them." "Interesting..." "You don't really seem phased by any of this," I commented. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow, "Should I be?" "I was expecting a long lecture to be honest. That's the normal reaction isn't it? I know I'd be pretty freaked out if I had a 20 year old daughter and I caught her checking out my package. One of my friends used to check out his mother when she would come out of the shower, and when he got caught, he got the scolding of a lifetime. Poor guy never got over it." "I'm not like most mothers," she said staunchly. "You should know that by now. Sex and sexual desires are a normal part of being a human being. And you're clearly a vibrant and healthy young man." "Why do I get the feeling that this whole thing doesn't surprise you at all?" I asked. "Because it doesn't. That's why. I've already told you that I'm not uptight about your sexual habits. I even think it's kind of flattering that you would look at me in that way. Besides, I kind of expected this to happen eventually." "You did?" She nodded. "It seemed kind of inevitable. I swore I would never tell anyone this, but I used to watch my brother share intimate moments with our mother. I think it's really cute and romantic in some strange way." "Uncle Jeff and Grandma?" I gasped. "Yeah mean they...they...you know..." "Committed incest? That's the truth. They did. I'll tell you what, you can hear the full story if you promise to be mature about it and never tell anyone. I think you're old enough now." "I promise. Trust me, there's no way I would ever tell anyone about this." She spread her arms around the top her chair and relaxed. "I was 18 at the time and my brother was 20. Our family used to have annual vacations during the summer, and for one trip we were able to rent a small place to ourselves by the beach. Me and my brother slept in once place, and our parents slept in another. At night we used to be really naughty and spy on our parents having sex in their bungalow. Keep in mind that this was a much more modest generation, where there was no cable tv, and we were both virgins. So naturally we were curious about something as taboo as sex." "I understand completely," I replied. "God, I've always thought of you as being a cool mom, but this sounds wild. Everyone on your side of the family seem so plain and bland. So to hear something like this about them just seems crazy- no offense." She smiled, "None taken. And you're right, my brother and parents are very mild mannered people, which is why I find this whole thing to be even more erotic. Anyway, one night while we were watching them have sex, my brother peeped in front of their window a little too long and got himself caught. We both ran back to our bungalow terrified that we were going to get scolded. It never happened though. The next day, and the rest of that trip, they never mentioned the fact that they caught my brother spying on them and it was as if nothing was out of the ordinary." "But of course they eventually did right?" I asked. "Of course they did. But unfortunately, it was after the trip when I wasn't around. Luckily, my brother gave me every single detail: He told me about how our mother confronted him when they were home alone. She told him that she saw him spying on her having sex and asked why he did it. He told her everything and she was captivated by the details. She eventually asked if he was a virgin, and when he admitted that he was, that's when our mother offered to be his first." "Grandma had sex with him? Jeez, she doesn't seem like the type of woman who would do something like that. I don't mean that as an insult either. It actually sounds really hot." "That's exactly how I felt," she replied in an understanding tone. "I hassled him for every juicy detail whenever he got together with our mom. He told me everything and I made sure that his descriptions were as graphic and un-rated as possible. Keep in mind that dad also knew about this. So it wasn't really like they were cheating or anything. He got off on hearing it from mom. And I got off from hearing about it from my brother." "No wonder you seemed so unmoved by me watching you earlier. We practically think alike." "In a way you're right. Everyone in our family loved the incestuous mother/son relationship that was going on behind closed doors. And we were all secretive about it even though everyone knew. We never talked about it openly. Even to this day I can't get enough of reading these types of stories online. It's by far my favorite fantasy. And like I said, I figured it was only a matter of time before you would end up having the same feelings for me." My heart rate was rising and I finally built up the courage to ask her what I had been thinking all along. "Well, if you don't mind me asking, are you aroused right now? I mean, finding out that I saw you topless, and then you telling me this story and practically reliving it, has it turned you on?" "What do you think?" she asked with a mischievous grin. "Come on, let's go for a quick dip in the pool. I have an appointment later this morning." She got up and gracefully dove into the pool and began to swim laps. I got up, took off my t-shirt, and followed her lead, swimming around with her before we were both stopped at the shallow end. "I wish we could have done something fun together like go to the beach or go get a fresh fruit smoothie, but I've got an important client to meet soon. I'll see you soon and we can finish this conversation later." "Oh come on mom, we're having such a great time together," I pleaded. "Can't you cancel today's meeting so we could do all the fun things you mentioned?" "That depends. Does us hanging out help pay for this expensive house or your pricey education? I'm working with an actress who's getting ready for a big movie role in an action film, and she pays top dollar." "Good point," I conceded. "I'll see you soon." We both laughed, said our informal goodbyes, and she left to go shower while I stayed in the pool with a raging hard on in my shorts. *** We never got to finish that conversation that day. She was gone all afternoon and I went out with friends that evening. Our paths crossed a few times late at night, but it was filled with our usual small talk and joking around. She seemed casual about everything, and I didn't want to bring up my new favorite topic unless we had a chance to fully discuss it. So that night, I did the only thing I could do- masturbate thinking about her. ***HOW DOES MY TAN LOOK?*** The sound of my mother's voice woke me up early the next morning. "Wake up...Wake up sleepy. Let's go for another morning swim. It's nice and hot outside." I opened my eyes and looked at the clock which read 10 am. "Ugghhh...you actually woke me up this time..." I groaned. "Can't we do this later?" "It's another busy afternoon for me and I was hoping we could pick up where we left off yesterday. But I guess not. Oh well..." My eyes flung open, my mind became alert, and my penis started coming to life. "Why didn't you say so?" I replied as I struggled to get out of bed. She smiled, "Good, I'm glad you're up for it. Now brush your teeth and I'll meet you outside in the pool." *** I knew it would be a great day when I saw my bikini-clad mother standing on the shallow end of the pool. The lower half of her body was in the water, and she leaned her back and rested her arms on the concrete edge of the pool. She raised her chin high and absorbed the rays of the sun. "I'm so glad you found the time to join me," she said playfully as I came nearer. I got in the pool and relaxed in the same positioned as she did right next to her, soaking up the sun while my lower half was in the water. "You're right, this is a nice way to start your day with this warm weather and everything. I feel extremely relaxed." "And you'll get a great tan too," she added. "Speaking of which, I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday's chat. It's something I never thought I'd ever tell you and it just came out while I was in the moment." "I know what you mean. I couldn't stop thinking about it either. It's not exactly an everyday topic that you'd hear around the camp fire, but it was very interesting. Plus we got to know each other better." She laughed, "Oh please, you never ask about my personal life or my time growing up. Not unless my sex life is involved apparently." "What can I say? Sex makes all stories more enjoyable don't they?" "Anyway," she said as she playfully rolled her eyes. "How does my tan look? After all this baking in the sun, I think I'm finally started to even out." She stood on the pool's floor and modeled her upper body for me, turning around so that I could see both her front and back. I was supposed to be looking at just her tan lines, but of course I couldn't help but gaze at her sculpted body and beautiful breasts. "It looks perfectly even as far as I can tell." She looked down at herself and the back of her shoulder. "Are you sure? My back still looks a shade or two darker." "Why do I get the feeling that you already know that your tan is okay," I asked skeptically. "You can obviously just look in the mirror for that sort of thing." She smiled, "I wanted a second opinion. And to be perfectly honest, I think it's kind of funny teasing you like this. Your reactions are always priceless." "And I thought I was the naughty one between the two of us." "Hey, let's not forget that you spied on me while I was topless." "Good point," I conceded. "I assumed you didn't want to talk about that anymore, but since you brought it up, mind if I ask you something?" "Anything." "That whole thing with Uncle Jeff and Grandma, what was your favorite part? I mean, you said you really liked hearing about it from him, but was there anything in particular that you enjoyed him telling you? I know it's kind of inappropriate to ask, but it's made me curious." She leaned her back and arms against the concrete again to relax, and thought about what to say for a moment. Or maybe she was thinking if she even wanted to answer that question at all. "This stays between you and me. I don't want anyone knowing, and I especially don't want your uncle or grandmother knowing that I told you this story." I playfully motioned my fingers around my mouth. "My lips are sealed. This stays between us." "Good," she replied. "My favorite part? It would have to be their activities in the pool. It was still summer when they first started doing things together. Our dad would be at work, and me and my brother had different class schedules for college. So when he and mom were home alone, they would swim together and fool around in the pool. He would tell me about it, and I would later swim in the pool by myself, and as disgusting as this may sound, I would imagine their fluids still floating around and what they must have done together. That's one of the reasons why I bought this house, it has a large pool and it brings back pleasant memories." "Oh...it sounds like you really had a thing for...you know...." Voyeur & Tanning "Incest? You don't have to be shy about what it's called. And yes, I 'really have a thing' for it. I think it's so romantic and cute how two people have to overcome social and traditional barriers to experience love. And once they do, it makes everything so much more rewarding. There's nothing more erotic than that." I nodded, "You've got a great point. I think the thought of something like incest is a lot more common than people want to admit because of how taboo it is. I've obviously thought of it. And...I'd love to experience it one day..." "Are you hitting on me?" "Maybe. I only mentioned it because I thought we were being open and honest here." "Since we're being frank, I wanted to ask you something yesterday but never did because I didn't want things to get too awkward between us, but have you ever masturbated thinking about me?" I took a deep breath as she stared at me sharply. "I might have done it a few times in my life. Well, maybe a little more than that. I've always thought that you're an amazing woman with a great personality and a fantastic body. I'd even go as far as to say that you're my ideal woman and my best friend. There, I said it." She smiled, "You know, back when I started developing this incest fantasy, I used to masturbate by the pool whenever I was home alone after swimming in it. I imagined by brother and mom having sex and oral sex in the pool, and of course a lot kissing. After our little chat yesterday, when I came back home later in the afternoon and I was home alone, I did it again. I masturbated by the pool for the first time in decades, and instead of fantasizing about my brother and mom or some generic mother/son couple, I imagined it was us. It's the first time I had ever had that thought." I was speechless for a moment. In that period of time, I felt something I had never felt before- a combination of pure eroticism, lust, and love. "God...I'm almost at a loss for words. You really caught me off guard with that. Have you ever...you know...thought about what it would be like to take the next step." "Fantasy and reality are two different things. I honestly don't know if I could go through with this in real life." "What about showing me?" I asked, taking a huge risk. "No one would ever know. It would be something nice between us." The look on her face showed just how conflicted she was. On one hand, she knew that this was something extremely taboo which she could never take back. On the other hand, this was as much her fantasy as it was mine. "Just this once," she replied bluntly. "And only because you've been such a good son to me for all these years. Some of my friends tell me about how their kids rarely want to talk to them or help out around the house. So this is my way of showing a little appreciation. Enjoy it..." She lifted herself out of the water and sat on the concrete floor with her feet on the edge of the pool. Her eyes shifted around to ensure that none of our nearby neighbors were watching, and in one quick swoop, she reached down and pulled her bikini bottom off and tossed it behind herself. My eyes were fixated on the sight between her feet as she sat in a crouching position with her butt on the floor. I immediately became rock hard seeing the muscles of her thighs being flexed to hold the position. Her crotch was perfectly smooth and had a pale white tan line on it which was in the shape of her bikini bottom. And most of all, I was enthralled by seeing cunt spread wide open. Her labia was average sized and her inner hole was bright pink, and had pool water dripping down from it. "So what do you think? Do I live up to your high expectations?" "I love it," I replied. "You've got a beautiful vagina mom. And those tan lines of yours are a real plus." "Thanks," she said, almost wanting to blush. "Now enjoy the show." She licked her index finger and brought it down to rub her private area. My rock hard erection throbbed as she rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion, and every so often she would reach even lower to touch her pink flesh and bring her vaginal fluids up to her clit. It looked like something out of a porn video, but instead of it being some porn star or a homemade amateur, I was watching my own mother giving me a private show. "What are you thinking about?" I asked. "What do you want me to think about?" I thought for a moment. "Think about us. Imagine that it's me touching you." Her eyes closed and her fingers picked up speed. Her mouth opened and her breathing became harder at the thought of us together. The muscles in her arms and thighs started to tighten, and her toes started to wiggle. She was clearly enjoying this moment of incest as much as I was. "Oh my god..." she moaned. Just as her feet started to clench the top edge of the pool and her back started to arch, she put her hand over her vagina to cover it and ended the show. "That's enough for one day," she said, trying to hide her labored breathing. "I may have went a little overboard with that." I tried my best to hide my obvious disappointment, and acted as diplomatic and mature as possible. "Mom, I hate to be this blunt, but that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life. I'm just sad it's over." She smiled, "All good things come to an end don't they? Now if you'll excuse me, I need to shower now or else I'll be late." With that said, she got up, picked up her panties, and walked bare bottomed back inside the house. I got a real eye full watch her sculpted rear end sway back and forth with every step she took. *** The rest of the day was the same as before. My mother was busy all afternoon and I went out with friends again that evening. When we saw each other at night, she greeted me with a wink and a smile, and I greeted her the same. We were a little more flirtatious and playful than usual, but we never brought up the sexual encounter we shared because of would have made things awkward in that short amount of time that we saw each other. And who needs that? ***YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND*** I woke up nice and early the next morning and headed down the stairs after washing myself. My mother was in the kitchen wearing her silk robe and drinking a cup of freshly squeezed juice. "It's 9 am," she said after looking at the clock. "I'm actually kind of impressed that you would get up this early on your own free will." "What can I say? You've really gotten me addicted to a morning swim and sunlight to start my day. Well, that plus the other thing..." She nodded, "I know, talking about sex and putting on that little show for you won't exactly earn me the Parent of the Year award, but at least we've really gotten to bond with each other right? In some ways I know more about you now in these past two days than in the past few years. Most young men your age don't even bother to have a personal conversation with their parents anymore." "To be fair, most young men my age don't have a mother as loving or as beautiful as you are," I replied. "That's very sweet of you to say. I wasn't planning on it this morning, but I'm assuming you want us to go swimming again." "Sure. Unless you're busy or you're not in the mood..." "I'm up for it," she replied happily. "Just give me a second to change into my swimsuit and I'll be outside in a heartbeat." I gave her a suggestive look. "You don't need a swimsuit. You look great the way you are mom." "I'm wearing a blouse underneath this robe and nothing else," she replied with an eyebrow raised. "Please don't hit me over the head with a frying pan for asking this, but it's a beautiful summer morning, and I have a powerful urge to strip off my clothes and just dive in the pool. What do you say? Let's go skinny dipping together. I've already seen your most private part already so it won't be that big of a deal." She paused and gave me a stern look. "Actually, if you had asked me that question a few days ago, I would have hit you over the head with a dinner plate- not a frying pan." "I believe you. But what do you think now?" "Now we've already gone far beyond that point for me to be angry. So why the heck not? It sounds like fun and I haven't done anything this crazy in years. Do me a quick favor first and make sure none of our neighbors are outside. They're probably all at work, but you never know." I pulled off t-shirt and shorts and got completely naked in our kitchen. It felt liberating and incredibly arousing seeing my own mother look me over. I turned around and headed towards the backyard pool. "Who cares what they think," I said. "I'm sure they'd enjoy the free show." "What the heck! Are you crazy!?! Get back here!!!" "Sure. I'll come back in the house after you come get me. And you better hurry or else the neighbors might see us!" I opened the glass patio door and ran outside to dive in the pool. The look on my mother's face was priceless as she ran out to come get me. And when she came outside, she thoroughly checked our neighbors' windows to make sure nobody was watching." "Relax," I said, treading in the water. "No one's around. And the water temperature is perfect." She took off her robe and placed it on the lounge chair, and stood only in a thin blouse. She walked towards the pool and dipped her foot in the water. "You gave me a good scare for a moment, but this does feel nice. I'm wearing an expensive blouse which definitely wasn't made for swimming, but I guess it'll have to do," she said as she stepped in the pool. "Hey! You already agreed to go skinny dipping with me and I already got naked. I'd feel like a real creep if I was the only one without any clothes here." Her eyes once again showed how conflicted she was. "Well...I guess it wouldn't hurt. Besides, you've already seen the most intimate part of me yesterday as you've already pointed out." She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it over her head to throw on the floor, leaving her completely exposed. She stood proud of her naked form. I, of course, was in completely awe of her feminine yet perfectly sculpted and athletic body. She was lean, yet had womanly curves in all the right places. And most of all, her bikini tan lines made her physique even sexier. Her body was tanned from head to toe, yet her skin was fair around her breasts and crotch, and in the shape of her bikini. "God you're stunning," I exclaimed. "You're perfect. I wouldn't change a thing about you. And those tan lines of yours are a perfect complement to your body. You look great." She playfully raised her arms to flex her biceps, and then she turned the side to flex her calves and thighs. "Thanks. I'm glad you approve. Now brace yourself. Here I come!" she yelled before diving in the pool and making a big splash. She swam a quick lap in the water before heading towards my direction to greet me with a big hug, with or without realizing that her bare breasts and large pink nipples were pressed tightly against my chest. "This is so much fun. I haven't gone skinny dipping in decades. It makes me feel young again." she said happily. "You still are as far as I'm concerned. And I'm having lots of fun well swimming with the most beautiful mother in the world." Her eyebrow raised. "You really love this whole thing don't you? This taboo I mean. The fact that I'm your mother as opposed to some random woman you could meet anywhere adds an extra thrill for you doesn't it?" "In a strange way it does. This is easily the most exciting thing I've ever done without any clothes on. How about you? Are you comfortable with this?" "I have a confession to make," she said with a hint of enthusiasm. "Yesterday morning, after I briefly touched myself for you, I went to go shower and I found myself masturbating again. I kept thinking about what I had done and what I was fantasizing about. And let's just say that the shower head wasn't the only thing releasing fluids. I had the most intense orgasm I felt in years thanks to you." "You mean you squirted while thinking about me?" She gave a simple nod. "I'm glad I wasn't the only one," I replied. "I thought about you after you left, later that night, and..." "I think I get the picture," she smiled. "So what now? Do you we just go back to being your average mother/son living casually in a house together? After all we've seen and done with each other?" She held me tighter and pressed her lips against mine, kissing me. And it wasn't your average mother/son kiss either. It was the kind of kiss that I had been fantasizing about for years but assumed would never happen. It was a kiss which showed how much she loved this. "Does that answer your question?" she asked. I gave her a few more kisses. "It does. That kiss was a dream come true." "So what other dreams do you have about me that I've yet to fulfill?" "Lots of them," I replied. "I've had all kinds of naughty fantasies about you- the kind that I never ever thought I'd be admitting." She raised her eyebrows. "Now you've got me curious. What are they?" "Well, I've always wanted to make you squirt. That's one of the reasons why I was so taken back by your admission." "Then I guess we better finish what we started yesterday." She let go of me climbed out of the pool to sit on the concrete floor with her feet still in the water. Her legs were spread wide open and her body glistened from the combination of pool water and early morning sun. I took a few steps forward while still in the pool, and stood with her vagina right in front of my face and placed my hands on her knees. "Can I touch it? Your private area I mean." "Fine," she replied. "There's no harm in that. Rub it the way you saw me doing it yesterday. Make sure it feels good for me. You aren't the only one with high expectations here." My heart pounded as soon as I heard those words. It obviously made her slightly uncomfortable when I first reached forward to touch her clitoris, since it was the first time that either had ever committed incest, but she relaxed when I started to rub. Sexual gratification made up for the simple fact that she was being pleasured by her own son. She moaned, "Just like that. Press it harder, it's not fragile..." I pressed my finger harder against her swollen clit and rubbed it even faster. As much as I loved seeing her vagina so up close in my face, it was an even bigger thrill seeing her facial expressions change. She looked far more aroused with me pleasuring her than she did when she masturbated alone yesterday. Her eyes seemed to make every single expression that they could possibly make, and so did her mouth. She would go back forth between clenching her jaw and opening her mouth wide so that she could moan. And her eyes would either clench tightly or be wide open. "Oh god...I'm about to...I'm about to..." Without any sort of permission, I grabbed both of her muscular thighs and used them as handles as I leaned forward to orally please her. I licked up and down her labia, side to side, and in and out of her vagina. When I sucked on her big clit and ran my tongue across it, she came. She let out a strong, but muffled moan and I could feel her muscles tense up. A sudden stream of fluids rushed out of her vagina canal and I got a nice little surprise in the form of my mother squiring all over me and into the pool. Her squirt came out strong and fast, and when it was over, she gave me a look of utter disbelief. "Oh my gosh..." she moaned, catching her breath. "God...that felt better than when I came in the shower yesterday. I can't believe we just did that." "Neither can I. That was the first time I had ever seen a woman cum like that, and I'm glad it was with you. So...do you think you'd be willing to return the favor? I'm throbbing badly over here." "You're wish is my command," she smiled. "Let's trade places and we'll figure out the rest after." She slid back into the water from where she sat, and I got out to sit on the edge of the pool, where she had just been a second earlier. Her eyes were locked onto my erection as it stood right in front of her. "You weren't joking when you said it was throbbing," she said, looking at my hard penis. "Now let's see if I can handle this properly for you. I'm assuming your fantasy with me starts off with some sort of handjob right?" Both of her hands rubbed up and down my thighs. They made their way to my crotch before eventually wrapping themselves around my cock. "Pretty much. The way you're doing it feels nice." "Tell me what you want me to do next," she replied. I knew exactly what I wanted. "Stroke it up and down. Like that...All the way from bottom of my shaft and balls, up to the tip of my cock." Her hands expertly wrapped themselves around my organ as if she had done this hundreds of times and had taken lessons. Her strong grip from years of working out was an added plus. "Now lean down and kiss it. Kiss the tip of my head." She raised an eyebrow. "You know that there's no taking this back right? Once I take you in my mouth, our relationship will never be the same again." I nodded. "I know. But I think it's for the better. This feels right with you. And I'm sure you feel the same way." "Well, there's only one way to find out." She leaned down and kissed the head of my cock the way I asked her to. It was a soft kiss at first, and then it was followed by an even stronger kiss. She kissed all around the tip of my cock and it felt as good as it looked. "Now the shaft," I instructed. "Kiss it all over." She held my hard cock in her hand and continued kissing me down the length of my shaft. I was surprised by how enthusiastic she was and how she touched each part of my sexual organ with her lips before suddenly stopping. "Can I suck it now?" she asked with my cock in her hands. "This is much more exhilarating than I ever could have dreamed of. And I think it's time for us to take the final plunge so to speak." I could have cum right there hearing her say that. "Please...no one is stopping you...." She leaned her head down and went straight to work sucking my now raging hard cock. The suction of her mouth was unbelievable and airtight. Her head bobbed up and down faster than I had ever seen in any porn video. (I guess being in great shape does pay off sexually) "Oh shit..." I moaned. "That feels amazing. Just like that..." "Mmm...Hmmm...." she moaned back while still sucking. The vibration of her voice while her mouth was wrapped tightly around my cock sent a shiver up my spine. For the next minute or so, she just kept sucking and bobbing her head at a ferocious pace in a way that I had never seen or felt before in my life. She suddenly took my manhood out of her mouth and asked, "Are you enjoying yourself so far?" "Do you even need to ask?" "So what's next?" she smiled. "Do you have anymore fantasies or instructions for me before you cum? If not, I have something I've always wanted to experience." "And what's that?" I asked curiously. "Lie back, on the floor." I did as she asked and lied on the concrete surface. My cock was pointing straight up in the air and my naked mother got out of the pool and crouched over me. She used her hand to hold up my stiff erection as she lowered her body onto mine. "Remember when I told you that the thing that got me off the most was hearing about my brother having sex with our mom by the pool?" she said as the tip of my penis touched her labia. "That was my favorite fantasy. I never got to see it and I never will. But now we'll get to experience it for ourselves." She lowered herself all the way and my cock slipped right inside her vagina. Both of our sex organs were dripping wet from a combination of pool water, our saliva, and her natural fluids- so lubrication wasn't an issue. Even on a hot day I could feel the warmth of her vaginal walls. The flesh of her thighs and rear end felt soft against my skin. She put her hands on my chest and slowly started to gyrate her hips. Voyeur & Tanning "God that feels amazing..." I panted. "Do you like how this feels?" she asked with a sexually depraved voice. "Do you like screwing your own mother?" "Yes...I love it...God...do it harder..." Her eyes widened and she put more effort in her hips. It had gotten to the point where she was nearly bouncing up and down on my cock and both of us were overwhelmed by this strong sexual feeling. Her medium sized breasts even started to wave back and forth as she gyrated on top of me. I squeezed her hips tighter and she reached to her chest and squeezed her hard pink nipples, which only made her more enthralled by this incestuous moment. "I'm going to cum in a second..." I gasped. Instead of speeding up, she clenched her vagina tightly and slowed down. It was the perfect feeling. I had never felt anything so intense in my life as her vaginal muscles showed its strength. "Cum inside me. I want to feel it inside me." Her hips slowly went back to work with her vagina skillfully clenched, and my cock erupted inside of her. She smiled seeing my reaction, and I'm assuming she also smiled because she felt my cum dripping inside of her vaginal walls. She stayed clenched and kept the motion of her body going until she milked every last drop of cum that I was able to produce. She reached down and touched her labia, which was now dripping with my orgasm, and scooped it up with her index finger and ate it. "You taste good," she said. *** After we finished having sex, my mother laid her head against my chest and we enjoyed the moment with my flaccid penis still inside her. We stayed quite and enjoyed the moment for a few minutes before going back inside the pool for a brief swim. I was glad that I woke up extra early that morning because we had extra time to spend with each other. "I think I could get used to this," she said as she hugged me in the pool. "So can I," I replied. "It was better than anything I had ever imagined. This feels nice with you. I wouldn't change a thing." She smiled, "I agree. And to top it all off, I feel as though I lived out a powerful fantasy of mine ever since my brother started telling me of his incestuous experience with our mother. You obviously have the same fantasy, but mine has lasted for over twenty years. So thank you." We kissed each other passionately, and it suddenly occurred to me that if any of our neighbors were at home and spied in our backyard, they would have witnessed an unholy coupling of a mother & son sharing an explicit sexual encounter. But at that point, I didn't care. The End