7 comments/ 58213 views/ 3 favorites Peeking By: gina_cronopio The first time it happened, she'd been so sure it was an accident. Startled and embarrassed, she turned from the window so quickly that she stumbled over the side table by the bed. If she'd learned anything from her first three months in England, it was that its inhabitants were more reserved about everything than she was used to; her cheeks burned to think that she had caught her neighbor in such a private moment. Later, though, as she tried to fall asleep, her mind kept bringing her back to the sight she'd seen in the lit bedroom window. She couldn't pull herself away from the enticing image of a firm cock being rhythmically stroked. In her mind's eye, she replayed the momentary glance, trying to remember whether the man's hand had been cupping his balls, or whether that was her own fantasy kicking in. She tried to banish the mental picture, but the more she thought about that snapshot image, the further sleep was. Her hands strayed to one tightening nipple, and her body suddenly reminded her how good that felt. With all the stress of settling in and starting a new job, she'd been neglecting herself. The sudden urge between her legs would not be denied, and she sighed as she slid her finger into the warm wetness. Quicker than she would have believed, she was gasping and arching and picturing the man's anonymous ecstasy. For the next few days, she scrupulously kept her head down when coming in and out of the house. Although she knew it was absurd, she felt that if she were to run into him, one look at her face would reveal her nighttime fantasies. Every evening when she arrived, she resolutely closed her curtains. Yes, best just to avoid temptation. Besides, who knew what kind of laws there were about that over here? ***** The last week before the holidays passed in a blur of deadlines. After the obligatory happy hour on Friday, she was tired and cold by the time she arrived home, and went directly up to the bedroom to change out of the red silk suit she had worn for the evening. As she entered the darkened room, illuminated only by the light from the hallway, she saw the light go on in his room. Was it the wine? What was it that made her freeze in place rather than scurrying to close the drapes? She hovered by the doorway, hardly breathing, as if he could hear her across the alley. He was as handsome as she had remembered, and when he removed his shirt she knew that any hope of maintaining her pledge to respect his privacy was gone. Slowly and almost intentionally, he trailed his fingers down across his left nipple, rubbing and pinching. Mesmerized now, she watched him lick his finger and then return it to the aching nub, rubbing it until it stiffened, then transferring the wet finger to the right nipple. Breathless now, and cursing herself for the indiscretion, she reached down and began stroking her nipples through the silk. They'd been taut and hard all night; she knew that from how many men at the pub had stared at her chest. She'd always enjoyed playing with her breasts, but touching her nipples while silently, secretly watching him touch his own was exciting her faster than she thought possible. Small groans were escaping her lips, and the sound of her own arousal fired her passion even more. The man was rubbing his trousers now, fondling the very obvious bulge that was covered there. She opened the buttons of her blouse and snapped the front closure on her bra to release her aching breasts. Never taking her eyes off the image in the window, her hands eagerly closed on her breasts, squeezing them almost roughly enough to hurt. Slowly, almost as if he were performing, the man unbuckled his belt and cast it aside. He deliberately, slowly lowered the zipper to reveal the briefs beneath. As he turned to remove his trousers, she got an intoxicating glimpse of a firm, white-cotton covered ass. For what seemed like an eternity, he continued to fondle his cock and play with his balls through the underwear. Occasionally the swollen head peeked out through the waistband. Quickly she shrugged off the silk blouse, stripped off her short skirt, and stood only in her black silk panties. She could feel the juices gathering between her legs. She would not turn back now. All shame gone now, her hand stroked her pussy over the silk as she silently urged him to take off the briefs. She was hotter than she had been in weeks, riding her fingers and feeling the warmth beginning in her belly and moving down to her clit. She suddenly felt her first orgasm coming, and her fingers moved up to tug and pinch her sensitive nipple. Just as she was exploding, soaking her panties, the man across the alley looked up and stared right into her eyes. Then he smiled. ***** She froze, but was coming too hard to stop. And it felt too good to stop, even though she knew that she was clearly illuminated by the hallway light. Once the spasms subsided, she raised her eyes and looked back at him, tentatively but calmly. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he stepped out of the briefs. The cock was just as hard and enticing as her brief glimpse had told her. When he reached down to grasp it, another jolt of excitement went through her clit, and she decided to play this game out, regardless of what it cost her. One orgasm was never enough for her, especially with this kind of visual stimulation. As the man started to slowly pump his erection, she slid her underwear off and sat back in the chair by the door. She spread her legs and looked him in the eyes, challenging him to look away. She sensed, rather than heard, him moan as he stared at her pussy. It was too far away for him to see many details, but she knew that he could at least see how red it was, and how glistening her lips were from her earlier orgasm. The stance alone, perched on a ladderback chair with legs akimbo, was something out of a porno film. He was stroking harder now, and she started stroking her clit in the same rhythm. Good lord, that was an impressive cock. She had never seen an uncircumsized penis before, and she stared, wondering what that head would feel like in her mouth, how she could tease it with her tongue. He jerked it firmly, leaning into the strokes, as if fucking his hand. Fucking his hand....she wondered what it would feel like inside her, pushing into her tightness. She was emitting little moans now, groaning against her fingers as she watched him stroke. Oh, and yes, he had been cupping those balls, or at least he was now, rolling and caressing them in his fingers as if to show her how full and sensitive they were. She ran her tongue over her lips, wishing she could lick and tease his sac. The awareness of what she was doing washed over her, and she knew she should be shocked, appalled, fleeing, but she couldn't stop watching him masturbate. Nor could she pull her hand away from her clit, aching again and swelling. The sight of that cock was enchanting, especially knowing that it was hardening and filling while she watched. Her watching was turning him on, and the thought was spurring her on to levels of arousal she'd never known. She felt the familiar tingle and knew it wouldn't be long before she was spurting again. She met his eyes. He was close, too. Stroking faster now, and breathing hard by the looks of it. His penis was beautiful, hard and red and leaking. As her moans increased, she wondered what it would taste like. She was riding the ridge now, rubbing faster and moaning loudly as she watched him nearing his orgasm. His balls were tightening, moving nearer his body, and she watched carefully to time her climax with this. And Oh. Wet warmth spurted from her pussy as she came, pushing against her hand. She bucked and cried out, still coming, as she watched thick ropes of cum spurt out of his throbbing cock. His face contorted with joy as he squeezed and milked his balls. It seemed to take him forever to stop coming, and she imagined rubbing the jism into her breasts, teasing her nipples with it. Pinching her nipple now, she groaned with delight at the sight of his orgasm, rubbing her clit franticly till every drop of her climax was drained, leaving her gasping and weak and tingling. ***** She smiled a small, satisfied smile as she turned off the light and fell into bed. Perhaps the English weren't so standoffish, after all. Peeking and Curiosity (Here's a short story I just made for a contest on another site. Shorter than my average since the rules restricted how long it could be, but I think it ends up working still. Hope you all enjoy.) * Lindsey woke up late one morning in the apartment she shared with friends. It was a cold December day, and she slowly got out from under her covers. Today she and her roommates were going to go out shopping. Some last minute Christmas gifts for family. Not wanting to be late for it, she got out of bed, gathered some clothes, and headed towards her door. As she stepped out, she could hear some of her roommates down the hall. She couldn't help but walk down to the door and take a peek inside. "Lindsey!" came a shout as one of her roommates, Alley, appeared behind Lindsey. Lindsey hadn't gotten the chance to even open the door yet. "You can't go in there; we are wrapping gifts, including yours!" Alley knew how Lindsey could get, more curious than most cats even. "Oh just a little peek Alley, it won't be any harm, we're too old to worry about Christmas surprises," whined Lindsey, her hand now resting on the doorknob. "If we're too old for surprises, then you're too old to go sneaking peeks at your gifts and you should have the patience to wait like any other adult! Be a good girl and don't' be naughty!" Alley said, pulling Lindsey away from the door. "You go take a shower so we can go shopping already. Oh, and stay out of my room!" Alley then slipped inside and shut the door. She heard the other girls giggle. In a huff, Lindsey headed to the bathroom, knowing that all three friends wouldn't let her in for anything at that point. Lindsey locked herself into the bathroom. For a girl who loved to peek, she sure was private. She set her clothing down on the sink counter, and began to take off her clothes. She'd get her shower done, and then head out shopping with her friends. With her nightgown and underwear off, Lindsey was now naked. She hung up a towel for her to grab after the shower, and headed towards the tub. Yet as she turned the water on, she could swear she heard something. She quickly hurried to the door and put her ear to it. Over the sounds of running water, Lindsey could barely hear anything, but she made out a bit of it. She could hear the girls walking down the hall, talking about going out to get some quick breakfast while she was in the shower. Fighting back her shyness, Lindsey slowly cracked the door open. Even with her body bare, she risked opening the door to get a better idea of what the girls were up to; Lindsey couldn't help herself. The girls were indeed heading out, she could hear all three leaving. They were joking about having to rush so Lindsey wouldn't go snooping. They were sure though Lindsey would take her time in the shower, and that they had enough time. Suddenly the door was opened and slammed shut, they were gone. Lindsey's eyes grew wide. A smile crept up on her face. They thought she wouldn't hear them leave with the shower on, but they were wrong! With them gone, it'd be easy to sneak in the room and find her presents! Lindsey grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body. She didn't want to run around naked after all, in case they came back a little early. No time to get dressed though, so Lindsey was quickly out in the hall. She made it to Alley's door, opening it up and looking inside. Her heart sank though when she only saw boxes and presents lying about, none of the gifts sitting out. Yet her curiosity wasn't fed. Lindsey had to know more. She could at least look at the boxes after having snuck in. She quickly bounced over to the bed, and picked up a box. It wasn't labeled as hers. She started to look at a few more nearby. Lindsey began to notice that things were only boxed though. A few didn't even have ribbons securing them shut yet. She was able to open one of the gifts lying there that were addressed to Alley, and find the cute vest that Tina got Alley. Lindsey could maybe still get lucky yet! A few present lay at the head of the bed, up near the pillows. Lindsey was sure they had to be hers! She quickly climbed on the bed, and crawled over to them. She was careful to make sure her towel stayed on her. Even alone she didn't want to be exposed. She was in luck. A present at the corner of the bed was indeed for her! She saw that ribbons had yet to tie it shut. With a look around to make sure she was still alone, Lindsey lifted the top off and peeked inside. Inside she could see what looked to be a very cute and pretty glove. She reached in and could feel that it was very soft. She loved it! She couldn't wait till Christmas to be able to try it! She just had to see how colorful it was, but as she pulled at it, she could tell it wasn't letting up, probably the tag or something caught on something. Lindsey was smart, and knew not to disturb things too much, or else it would be obvious she was snooping! Yet she couldn't help herself, she had to at least feel what the glove felt like on her hand. So slowly Lindsey reached her hand inside, and found the opening for the glove. It was a bit of a tight squeeze at first, something around the opening was sort of tough. Yet soon her fingers slipped inside, and eventually her whole hand. She giggled to herself think, "Fits like a glove." She had to see it though. She couldn't resist any longer. Just one peek, and then back to the shower before they came home and found her! Yet as she tried to pull her hand out of the glove, she felt a lot of resistance. Something wasn't right. She could feel something hard around her wrist too... this glove wasn't pure cotton. As she tugged her hand out of the box a bit, the box itself actually lowered away from her hand. That's when Lindsey noticed the cord coming out of the box. Some form of strong cable that was poking out of the bottom. It was attached to the end of the glove too. Lindsey realized that the glove was attached to the corner of the bed, almost like it was to make sure the present couldn't be taken? Lindsey wasn't sure if that was to stop her from taking the presents early. She liked to peek, but she wasn't a thief! Yet then she realized another problem. She couldn't free her hand from the glove! She was starting to realize why there was a tough band around her hand, the gloves were modified! It was like there was a handcuff around her wrist! She'd fiddled around with it too much; it was all some sort of trap! Her friends rigged the present to trap her! Now they'd really catch her red handed in the act of sneaking peeks at the presents! She pulled and pulled, but nothing budged. The glove was now locked onto her hand! As she struggled though, she could feel her towel begin to slouch on her body! She used her free hand to try and hold it up. She was now realizing she wasn't just going to be caught feeding her curiosity, but also caught in just a towel! Without a moment to fully comprehend how much trouble she was in, Alley, Tina, and Samantha were back! The three just walked in the room, not seeming the least bit surprised! Lindsey realized now that it really was a full blown trap. They knew that she would have eavesdropped as they left! They knew that she'd sneak into the room and dig in her presents! They even knew somehow that Lindsey wouldn't be able to help but slip her hand into the glove! The three started to giggle as they circled the bed. Lindsey tried to apologize, to get herself out of the situation, but they weren't having it. "Nope, you did something naughty during the holidays. You'll be lucky if your presents aren't replaced with coal!" Alley said, her hand finding the hem of the towel, starting to lift it up! "Stop it guys! I'm naked under here!" Lindsey pleaded. "We know, but, just like you, maybe we just want a peek?" Tina teased. Alley continued to lift the back of the towel up, Lindsey's upright, bare bottom coming into view! Lindsey's face turned red as her friends exposed her! Lindsey's free hand was being pushed away, stopped every time Lindsey tried to fix the towel. The three giggled and teased Lindsey, commenting on her cute bottom. They even gave it a few playful swats for her bad behavior! Lindsey couldn't even argue against it. She knew what she had been doing was wrong, and was just hoping she'd be set free and allowed to dress soon! Lindsey though was shocked to find that Samantha started to untuck the towel from under Lindsey's arms! "Stop it guys! That's enough peeking!" Lindsey said as she tried to get away. In her struggle to save her towel, she decided to lie on her back instead of being on her hands and knees. It also meant hiding her butt finally. She flipped over, being careful to not twist her bound wrist. Lindsey's roommates though kept pulling at the towel. She could feel it loosen behind her, even removed from behind her entirely. Lindsey did her best with one arm, but could only manage to keep the towel covering her front side. She knew any second they could uncover her breasts, so Lindsey instead held her arm in front of her boobs, so as the towel was pulled down, she at least stayed someone what covered! Lindsey's face was now glowing. The girls were indeed getting quite the peek! Any curiosity about her body was quickly becoming answered for them all! Lindsey just avoided eye contact and hoped it would be done soon. "Want to have a peek at another future present?" Alley asked. Lindsey didn't even answer, not wanting to acknowledge the teasing, but she couldn't help but eye up the present that Alley was holding. "Here, we'll even make sure it fits right. We're pretty sure it's matching, but have to make sure after all. We know you hate not knowing stuff and can't wait!" Alley said as the other two girls were suddenly pulling at Lindsey's free arm! Alley opened the box, and inside was another glove! It was just like the other, but the box was on the other top corner of the bed. Lindsey wasn't able to stop her two friends as they pulled her arm away, and took her hand and helped Alley slip the glove on! Lindsey could feel something secure around her wrist, just like her other hand. Now her hands were away from her body, her breasts now completely exposed! Her friends able to peek at her completely topless state! Every curve, nipple, and even goosebumps available for their peeking! Lindsey was again victim to some teasing. Her sneaking and spying surely got her in trouble this time! She was nearly naked now, her towel only just barely sitting over her lap, hiding her last bit of decency. She was unable to use her hands at all thanks to the handcuff-gloves. That's when the girls decided it was time to find out what the last bit the towel was hiding! Even with every ounce of strength Lindsey had, she could not manage to clamp her legs around the towel tough enough to even stop one of the girls from stealing the towel away completely, much less all three! With her towel gone now, her neatly groomed girl fur was now exposed. Her bare legs and thighs were naked. With only her legs now snapped shut to hide her lips, Lindsey was naked and tied to the bed for her curious friends' eyes to devour! Lindsey's punishment wasn't done though. Tina and Samantha now held up boxes at the bottom corners of the bed. Lindsey watched as they opened the boxes, even though she was afraid, she still couldn't help herself from looking. From each box, a boot emerged, also seemingly tied to a strong string. Lindsey knew what was about to happen. So with Alley's help, the two girls manage to spread Lindsey's legs, and fasten her feet into the boots. Now her entire naked pussy could be seen! Her usually most hidden area, exposed for them to see. Her embarrassment was now at the absolute max. Lindsey's body laid naked, spread, and fully exposed. "Want one final peek at your Christmas presents Lindsey?" Alley asked. Lindsey didn't respond. Her face was burning up; she couldn't believe what it was like to be subject to this much staring. She didn't say no though, so Alley presented on last box. This time there were no strings attached to it. "To complete your winter look..." Alley said, opening the top of the box. She took out a scarf, "A winter scarf for you..." Lindsey climbed on the bed, kneeling over Lindsey's naked body, "And with it, we can make sure you peek no more." She said, wrapping the soft fabric around Lindsey's head, using it like a blindfold, Lindsey no longer able to see anything. Lindsey was naked, completely exposed, and totally vulnerable and unable to do anything about it. She couldn't even see what was happening anymore. She wanted to so bad, her curiosity swelling, but she was unable to. Were the girls looking? Who was giggling now? Would they leave her there? What would they do? It was driving her nuts! She wasn't sure what was worse, the embarrassment or the unknown! "Now Lindsey, your punishment for being naughty during Christmas time isn't over yet. You're always peeking, so I think it's our turn to peek and feed our own curiosity..." Alley teased. The girls wouldn't end up going shopping till the next day, far too busy with the naked and tied Lindsey. The End Peeking from the Shower After having to kick my last two roommates out, it was really the only decision I could make. Sure I had a great time drinking and girl chasing with my former two roommates, but in the end, the rent has to get paid. Chris was maybe a little too uptight, too conservative. He was just a straight arrow kind of guy. But I knew, without a doubt, he would pay his share of the rent and that's all I cared about. One of the other benefits of having Chris around was that he came with a girlfriend that was pretty, personable and helped clean up around the apartment. She would even cook meals. Bonnie was as conservative as Chris, the blond hair pulled back, prim, proper kind of girl, and genuinely nice to have around. She would wear flattering clothes, wool skirts, button up sweaters, always stockings, but nothing ever revealing. They were such straight arrows that when Bonnie slept over, either she or Chris was on the couch. Chris had been living with me for about three weeks and I casually asked him about it. He answered with, "Well what do you mean, we're not married yet." It was like I had asked him why he breathed. I dropped it. Working freelance meant that I kept an irregular schedule, which I'm sure drove Chris nuts. I would often wake up after Chris had gone to work early, as usual. Bonnie would be getting ready for her classes at the graduate school she was attending. She was usually in the shower and I would have to wait until she was done to get in the bathroom. One morning I woke up, she was in the shower, and I had to pee, badly. I tied to wait her out, but I got to the point of not being able to. I knocked politely on the bathroom door, "Um, Bonnie. Bonnie." "What, whose that?" she said in a startled voice. "Um, so how much longer you, ah, going to be." "Oh, sorry, you scared me a bit. Well I just put soap in my hair. I'm sorry. I'm in your way aren't I?" "Well, I just have to pee. I don't mean to rush you, but..." "Oh, um, well just come in. It's fine." "Really, you sure?" I said stunned. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, don't worry about it." I pushed open the door and headed straight for the toilet to pee. "Thanks. Really. I'm not sure if I would have made it." She giggled. "Don't worry about it. Just don't say anything to Chris, he'd have a bird." "You got it." The bathroom was your usual small city bathroom. The bathtub was old and it took two shower curtains to cover all the sides. The curtains were installed non-to expertly by myself. It was a relief to finally be peeing. I was a little embarrassed for Bonnie. I finished, put myself away and swung around to wash my hands at the sink. As I did I noticed three inch opening between the two shower curtains. I also noticed Bonnie turning in the shower to face the shower head. I got a quick peek at her cute little ass. It must have been all but a second of peeking. I finished washing and couldn't help but take another quick peek and headed out the door. "Thanks again Bonnie." And I smiled to myself. "You're a life saver." "No problem, my pleasure." And she paused. "But make sure you..." "Don't tell Chris." I finished. And she laughed and I headed out the door. And as I did it kind of dawned on me. If I saw her through that little opening, was she watching me? Nah, not Bonnie. And I went through the door, with my little fantasy in my head. I was making coffee in the kitchen, and Bonnie stuck her head in. "See ya, and, um, I really try not to be in the way here, so, if you have to pee when I'm in the shower, um, just come in. Ok?" and I could see her cheeks start getting flush. "Your no bother around here, really Bonnie. If anything you're a great help. And thanks, I will." And I thought I saw her trying to repress a smile as she popped her head from the doorway. And I kind of stood there dumbfounded. Maybe she actually was watching. And was she aware of my peeping? I really couldn't see it. It had to be my dirty little mind working overtime. Over the course of the next few days, nothing else was said. We had talked a few times, but I was busy and Bonnie and Chris were in and out the apartment living their straight arrow lives. One morning I woke up and heard the shower running and decided to see what would happen. I checked to make sure Chris wasn't around, even though it was 9:30, and I knew he had been gone for hours. I knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey Bonnie." "Hi." She said in her usual bright voice. "Need to pee?" She giggled. 'Yeah, is it ok if I come in?" "Of course." I walked in and thanked her. And went about my business with the idea in my head that she was watching. Which of course lead to my to my cock growing bit, thus making me take a little longer to finish peeing. I did what I thought was my part and took a little peek through the opening in the curtains. She again was turning and I saw what I thought was a tattoo on her back, about 3/4 down her spine. On my way I confirmed it with another quick peek. Maybe there was more to this girl than I knew. "Thanks Bonnie." I said on my way out. "Sure, and you can stop thanking me." "Ok, ok, I will." We both laughed as I headed out the door. It worked out that her shower schedule coincided with my waking three days that week. The second day I made sure I moved little more to the side so she would have a better view if she was looking and my eyes lingered a little longer when I peeked inside the shower. I couldn't get a full view through the opening, but I made sure to get a longer look at her perfect back, cute ass and legs. I wasn't sure how long this little game would last, but I wanted to take advantage of it while it lasted. By the third day, Friday, I noticed on my way in that the little opening had gotten bigger. The opening was now about six inches and my cock got immediately hard when I walked in. I stood there off to the side, holding it for what seemed like forever waiting for the piss to work its way through my hard cock. Finally it began to stream and at first I had hard time making it into the toilet. After what seemed to take an eternity, I finished and took my requisite glance into the shower. Bonnie was rinsing her hair under the spray and I stood there peering at her beautiful body stretched out before me. She had a big grin on her face as she moved her hand through her hair. My eyes moved down her body to her breasts, stomach and to her little patch of blonde pubic hair. It was probably five seconds, but it seemed like hours. I quickly washed my hands and stole another quick look. "Hey see ya." Was all I could come up with as I left. "Yeah, you bet." And I imagined her smiling at how flustered she made me. Was she really doing this? Hell was I? I thought as walked to my room. Was I really displaying myself for her, and she for me? It was going to be a long weekend. As usual nothing was said either that day or the next two. The three of us had dinner on Sunday together and I couldn't help but keep picturing Bonnie naked as we ate. I wasn't even sure if Chris had seen her naked yet. I excused myself after dinner to go down to the local bar for a drink. It was getting a little uncomfortable in the apartment. Bonnie had gone to her apartment on Sunday night and I got home late on Monday night and couldn't be sure if there was someone on the couch. But I woke to the sound of a shower Tuesday morning. I jumped out of bed and didn't bother to put anything on over my boxer shorts. I knocked on the door wondering if out game was still being played. "Hey Bonnie, mind if I..." "Come on in!" she almost sang. "How are things morning?" I asked while walking in. "Umm just fine, thanks." I had been hard since my feet hit the floor and I was fully erect while I stood at the toilet waiting to the piss to start. I heard the little rings on the curtain move and could feel Bonnie's eyes on me. After struggling to pee while I was hard and not make too much of a mess, I had to take a peek to my side. There was Bonnie standing in the tub watching me. She just stood there and smiled, watching as the piss flowed into the toilet until the last drops seeped out. "Why don't you put the lid down, sit and talk to me while I finish up." She said to break the silence. "No, don't put it away. Just sit there." Bonnie pushed open the curtains. She leaned over and grabbed the soap off the shelf and began to rub the bar across her chest and down her stomach. "You can stroke it while you watch me if you if you want." She put the soap down and continued to spread the soap over her body with her hands, stopping to pull gently on her breasts. I just sat there and stroked my cock. She toyed with her cunt, sliding her fingers down through her folds, then back up her stomach. I was stunned and hot. She moved to the edge of the tub and turned so I could watch her soap her ass. She was about a foot from me now. She turned back to face me and bent slightly, and offered the palms of her hands. "When you cum, just cum in my hands." And she made a little cup shape. "Go ahead, look at me so you cum. Right here." I stood and stroked faster. I erupted into her hands. She cupped my cock so nothing would leak out and waited for me to stop. "It's been so long since I felt this." And she brought her hands up to her nose. "It smells so good." She seemed completely lost in the moment, like I wasn't sitting a foot away. Then she looked right at me with a lusty smile and rubbed my cum all over her tits and stomach. She moved it all over with the palms of her hands like she was soaping up, getting clean. I wanted to touch her, but I knew that wasn't part of the game. "Thank you." She said and she began to blush a bit and closed the curtains. "No, thank you Bonnie." And I left. I sat in my room trying to think of what to say to her when she came out. I heard the door open. Then he front door open and close. She must have had her clothes with her. Chris was leaving for a business trip that night. I wasn't sure when I'd see Bonnie again. Peeking on Mom Since I turned eighteen and old enough to be extremely interested in sex, I would search for any object of stimulation available. Often times it would be a hasty search through my dad's collection of Porn magazines. While they were quite satisfactory, they basically just fueled my desire to see a real woman in the nude. As is the case with most young men, the closest one often gets to a real female is his own mother. I started to notice that while though motherly, Mom was very attractive. She stood about five feet-six and I suspected she probably tipped the scale around one forty-five or so. Comparing her to some of the girls in dad's magazines I would say that her tits were a nice 36 C. She had a rather nicely shaped ass that was defined clearly whenever she decided to wear jeans. As time passed, I would find myself thinking of ways to view her secretly and hope desperately that the timing would be right to see her naked. I started making mental notes of when she would bathe, change clothes or get ready for bed. Mom always worked the second shift, and dad always worked the mid-night to morning shift. My thoughts on this made it clear that I would have to devise a plan for later at night, especially since between school and their work schedules that was the only real time available. My bedroom was only a few paces from the living room, so I arranged my bed so that if I kept my door open I would have a reasonably clear view into the living room area. That way I was at least rewarded with seeing her come in when she would get home from work. I fanaticized night after night about her coming in and just taking her clothes off and parading around the house. I would lay in the dark and jerk off while watching her go about her nightly routine. Different thoughts kept crossing my mind and I eventually became obsessed with mom. I had little interest in girls my age. I had no desire to give my virginity to any female but mom. My nightly routine was always the same, watch mom come in from work, jack off while watching her do a little late night house work, and drop off to sleep. All the way up to graduating High School, several nights a week, watch, jerk, sleep. I was glad to graduate because now I could really focus on seeing mom in all her glory. At the age of eighteen I still had no desire for other women, only my secret passion for mom. Now with school behind me and now eighteen and not having to go to classes early in the mornings I was able to stay up later and basically have a more flexible night life. I would hang out in town and just make it home before her and hit the bed to keep my chance of that first look at her naked. Didn't take long to realize that I had been a fool for quite some time. With her work schedule she would stay up quite late. She would do all the things at night that others do during the day. The shower was almost the last task of the night, her relaxing was the last. This is where I learn how stupid I had been. When mom would shower, it was always very early in the morning, only about an hour and a half before I normally woke up before going to school and about the same before dad got in from work. I thought she was a shower before work type of person, I mean, she would always spend a lot of time in the bathroom prior to going to work so I just speculated that was the only shower she took on a daily basis. I came to this conclusion shortly after my final school year and was home when she would go to work. I was intent on staying awake until she went to bed, I had no clear reason to get up early at the time so who would it hurt. Around five in the morning I watched her as she crossed past my door way and went into the bathroom. My heart began to beat rather rapidly, could this be it or would this have been a lost effort. I heard the shower start and my seven and a half inch uncut cock sprang to life. I slowly stroked pulling the foreskin down tight and then stretching it tight in the other direction. I would stick my finger under the skin and make circles around the swollen head while imagining her standing under the spray and lathering her tits, ass, and what I hoped was a thick, black bush. I kept bringing myself to the edge in anticipation not wanting to shoot my load to the image in my mind. I wanted to be looking at the real thing. About ten minutes later, I heard the water shut off, and to my surprise within only a couple of seconds I heard the door open. Mom came out wrapped in a towel that was tied just above her tits and hung only inches below her crotch. She walked into the living room and was drying her slightly above the shoulder length black hair. I felt like my dick was about to explode so I stopped pulling it and just watched with the hope that the wrap would soon be removed. "Lose the towel." I softly mumbled to myself. She moved from my sight and I thought my heart would stop in fear that the show was over. She was only gone a minute and I noticed when she came back into sight she had some kind of beverage in her hand, she also was still wrapped in the towel. That assured me that she was going to stay up at least a short while longer. I also noticed a bottle of some kind of lotion in her other hand. "What's the lotion for?" I asked myself quietly. She started rubbing the lotion on her hands and arms. This was pretty good, at least she was still in view and barely covered. I resumed the slow tugging and teasing of my cock, "Oh yea, rub it in good, make those hands and arms silky smooth." I whispered. Next she propped a foot up on the edge of a chair and seemingly quite seductively she started massaging the lotion into her leg. She started with the top of her foot and slowly moved it up to her rather shapely forty year old thigh. "Damn," I thought, "I can see the lower part of her ass cheek." and I must have moaned a little too loud because I saw her look in my direction. She stopped what she was doing and slowly came in the direction of my bedroom. I rolled gently onto my side and watched her through my sleep faking eyes. She turned the light on in the hall and it shined directly through the door and on to me. I coughed a little and rustled my legs under the thin blanket hoping she would believe I was sound asleep and just go back to what she was doing. My dick was about to let loose without me even touching it just with the thought of her being only feet away and wrapped up so sexily. Through my near closed eyes I watched as she just stood there looking at me, watching I guess for any sign that I may be awake. I faked a small cough and moved my arms and legs slightly, hoping that she would assume I was just coughing in my sleep when my moan distracted her earlier. I was thinking "Please go back to what you were doing, please, please." She must have figured I was sound asleep at that time and turned away. She looked back over her shoulder quickly and nearly caught me looking. She slowly walked back to her previous location, but she left the fucking hall light on and I feared I wouldn't be able to finish jerking my now painfully swollen cock. Upon her return to her rubbing lotion, she started on the other leg, and when she lifted that one I could make out a little bit of bush below the towel. "MMMMM," I moaned again kind of without thinking, and then realizing what I had done I coughed slightly. Seemingly she acted un alarmed and kept applying lotion to her creamy white thigh. Next, and without much effort, she pulled the towel away. She was facing away from me so I gave my blood engorged cock a few quick pulls. Let me just say that she had a nice, round and mildly fleshy ass. I sneaked a few more pulls. "What the fuck?" I thought. My cock isn't covered. I didn't want to cover it for fear she would discover that I was awake if she noticed that I was now covered and not sticking out. This made me even fucking harder, just knowing she saw my cock in all of it's solid glory. She began rubbing lotion on as much of her back as she could reach. When she started on her ass, it was what appeared to me to be intentionally seductive. Slowly she rubbed the lotion on those beautiful cheeks. I started slowly grinding my cock against the mattress. I couldn't risk any sudden movements. I imagined my hands being the ones putting the lotion on her behind, then dropping to my knees and kissing and licking that ass. "Turn around." I thought to myself. Almost as if obeying my wish, she slowly turned to face me. Her mouth was slightly open and she casually licked her lips. Her eyes were glassy looking and her face was slightly flushed. Mom then just squirted the lotion down over her tits and began kneading it into them. She was pressing them together, pinching her nipples, rubbing down her stomach and dipping into her bush quickly. (Her bush by the way was definitely black, but very neatly trimmed.) I know it was very erotic to me at this time, but it appeared to me also that it was definitely a show for my benefit. I just couldn't believe that my own mother was this fucking hot. Did she know I was watching or was she imagining I was watching as she put on this show to fuel an exhibitionist fantasy of her own? How often has she done this while I WAS asleep? Do I risk opening my eyes and touching my cock or will that ruin everything? I wanted her to know, but I also didn't want to blow it, either. I just laid there watching, moving my cock so slightly against the sheets so as to not be noticed. My pre-cum had made a nice, moist cushion to slide against. She kept rubbing her tits with lotion. She would pinch her nipples and lift her tits by them and let them drop and jiggle. Then it happened, I blew my load and had to choke down my moaning. I guess she must have felt something in the air or just had to move on. She disappeared from my sight for a moment, then re-appeared in a very sheer and black floor length nightgown. Seemingly only seconds later all the lights were off and all was relatively quiet, except for the low moaning coming from her bedroom. Part 2 The next morning, as terribly tired as I was, I had to get out of the house before mom awoke and went to work. I knew that I could go back home around three o'clock and steal a nap. Throughout the day I kept thinking about the previous night." Was she aware that I was looking? " I kept asking myself out loud. I was also very hopeful of a repeat performance. I jerked off in a small wooded area near the house because I was still visualizing the happenings of that morning. I found myself back home around four PM. I decided a shower was in order which also allowed me a very nice opportunity to beat off again. My thoughts now were centered of how it would feel to actually stuff my cock into that hot pussy I knew my mother possessed. I was still holding on to my virginity only wanting to give it to my now knowingly hot assed mother. A nice nap was next on my agenda, and needless to say it was rather hard nodding off to sleep, or so I thought. The next thing I know I heard dad rustling about ready to leave for work on his graveyard shift job. "Wow," I said to myself, "Mom will be home shortly." Her and dad only saw one and other for about thirty minutes a night on work nights. I just got up, grabbed a sandwich and drink and told dad to have a good night. He didn't know I had been asleep all evening because that is also when he gets his sleep. I went back to my room and snacked. I took off all of my clothes and crawled back under the covers and waited. Not thirty minutes passed when mom came through the door. Her and dad chatted for a few minutes and off he went to work. Now the anticipation started. I knew it would probably be a while being that she stayed up late. I just laid there and stayed quiet, faking little coughs off and on to keep up the image of the previous night. I decided to lay barely covered on my side and facing the doorway. My cock was semi-hard and looking rather large I thought. I wanted to be exposed, I wanted mom to see. I had to. I wanted mom to see her son was a man. To my amazement, mom cut the hall light on shortly after dad left. She looked into my room I guess to see that I was indeed home and in bed at a decent hour. She left the light on. Again through almost closed eyes I watched as she stood looking for several minutes. I knew my cock was there for her to see. I felt myself starting to stiffen slowly, basically right in front of her eyes. I couldn't see her face because the light was behind her. I did make out a slight "Damn" come from her mouth as she walked off. I started playing with my cock after she left, I wanted it to be throbbing, I wanted it to hurt. I wanted it to feel satisfied when I finally got to cum. I'm glad I had the chance to change the sheet when I got up that morning. The new one was darker and made my cock show better when the light hit it. Mom kept passing my room and looking in. She would stop a moment and move on. She nearly caught me jerking my cock more than once. Everything this night was different I thought. Of course I was generally asleep a little earlier and I guess it was really only different than the previous night. Only slightly different than all previous nights to that one. I guess the main thing that was different was her taking a much earlier shower, and spending longer in the bathroom than the night before. When she did come out what I saw really took my breath away. She was totally naked and was carrying an arm load of what appeared to be some kind of outfits. She walked directly to where she was the night before and put on a very sexy white bra with lacey bikini panties and stockings that stayed up without the assistance of garters. She proceeded to seemingly model the outfit right there. Turning in all directions. Touching and straightening. She grabbed up the rest of the stuff and left my line of sight. I wanted to see more. "Don't go." I said almost aloud. She returned a few minutes later and was dressed totally different. She had changed while out of view. "Wow." I said, followed by a little cough. Mom was now wearing a black long line bra with no shoulder straps, garters made into it and attached to black hose with a seam up the back, and no panties. I couldn't help it, but my eyes were now wide open and my hand was slowly working my cock. I still had my hand on my cock when she next looked in my direction but my eyes were back to their near closed position. She started walking about the living room, doing chores and looking in my direction each time she passed my line of sight. Damn she was hot tonight. I noticed she would linger where I could see her clearly as if to say "Go ahead and look, I don't mind." My dick was as hard as the posts on my bed. I decided to gently shove my cover down and totally uncover myself to just above my knees. I rolled more onto my back and my dick stuck up almost straight in the air. With the light shining in as it was I am sure I had given her a perfect view of just how hard my cock was. It was throbbing so hard I feel certain she could see it move from her vantage point. My face was now pointed more toward the ceiling, but I could still see her rather clearly through my squinted eyelids. I could see that she was clearly looking in my direction, her hand went between her legs and started a slow fingering of her gash. Slowly she walked toward my door, her hand still busy between her legs. Through my door and into my room she walked quietly. Her shadow crossed my body and then disappeared. I heard her take a seat at my desk chair which was only a couple of steps from my bedside and out of the lighted area. I could hear the squishing of her hand in her pussy while she masturbated feverishly. I could smell her arousal. I could hear her muffled moans. My forehead began to sweat and my heart began to pound. I decided to make a bold move, I reached my hand to my cock and stroked it slowly. My eyes were shut completely now. "MMMMM," I heard come from moms direction. I heard her motions quicken and the chair start squeaking. The noises from her direction stopped, but I kept stroking my cock. I would pull my foreskin down and hold it there briefly and then stretch it back over the blood engorged head. I didn't know if she were still there, and further more, I really didn't care. I was so fucking horny and close to blowing my wad that really that was all that mattered. I knew she had watched and masturbated and that would have made me cum just knowing that fact. Only a few seconds later and before I came I felt a hand grabbing my wrist and stopping me. My eyes flew open and there she stood, pulling my hand away from my cock and replacing it with her own. "What the fuck!" I said looking up at her and trying my best to act totally shocked. "Shush baby," mom whispered. "Let me." "B, B, but you're my mother." I stuttered. "Don't act so surprised or appalled," She said. "I've been trying to get this reaction for a long time, shit, I would come in here late at night naked and stand there and finger fuck myself right next to you hoping you would wake up and this charade would come to an end." "I didn't think you were ever going to even let me get a glimpse of you naked," I said, "You always seemed completely un-interested." I added. She slowly stroked my cock all the time moaning and saying "If you only woke up long ago and caught me standing here." "What would have happened?" I asked, "Would you have fucked me and taken my cherry?" I also asked. She responded by saying "You bet your hard cock I would have." "Well mommy," I said rather innocently. "I have saved my cherry in hope that someday I could give it to you." "So, you do want to fuck mommy, don't you." she replied. "That's all I have thought about since I first started liking girls, you mommy and only you." I said while trying to sound really young. "Mommy's baby sure has his mind made up, doesn't he." she said sexily. "Yes mommy, I want you to be my first, teach your little boy how to fuck, how a woman likes to be treated." I said half baby talking. "I can't teach you what other women like, I can only teach you what I like." she said before lowering her lips to my cock and taking me all the way into her throat. I could feel the head of my cock against the back of her throat, then the cool air outside of her mouth, then back to her throat, over and over she did this. She sucked and slurped my cock in and out from tip to base. Every time it exited her mouth she would say, "Cum for mommy, fill mommy's mouth with your hot virgin cum." When the climax came I thought my heart would stop, gob after gob of cum went into mommy's hot throat. It felt like cups full and she swallowed every drop. Hungrily sucking in every tiny dribble from my exploding cock-head. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," we both were saying in unison. Mom kept sucking my cock saying, "At your age I know you have another big load for mommy, mmmmmm." My cock wanted to soften, but mom's continuous sucking and licking wouldn't allow it too. Within only a matter of a minute or two I was rock hard again. "I just knew that big uncut cock wasn't finished." she said as she slithered her lingerie covered sexiness up on top of me. "Mommy wants to ride her baby's big hard cock," she said, "can mommy go for a ride on her little boy's cock?" she asked. "Please mommy, jam your pussy down on your sons cock, take your sons cherry." I told her. Teach your baby what mommy likes." I added. She worked her way up until she was on her feet and squatting over my cock. She had her hand on it pointing it toward her sopping wet slit. "Look down there baby, see where mommy wants your manhood to go." She almost demanded. I could clearly see she had it pointed directly at her gash. She would lower herself until the tip of my cock grazed the soaking wet opening between her legs. Dowm to barely touch and back off. She was teasing the fuck out of me and I my cock was starting to throb fiercely. Peeking on Mom "Please mommy, my virgin cock wants so bad to feel what it's like inside of your pussy." I begged. "Don't worry baby," she assured me, "you'll find out shortly." Minutes of her teasing went by, down and up, never allowing my cock to penetrate her. When I would lift my hips and try to enter her she would lift away as soon as the throbbing tip touched her and she would say, "NO, no, no, baby, patience." No sooner than the words stopped coming out of her mouth she dropped straight down and my whole cock buried into her. "FUCK YES," we said together when she bottomed my cock into herself. Up and down, over and over, driving her entire weight down on me almost knocking my breath out of me. In and out my cock went at what seemed like the speed of light. "Your, cock, feels, so, good, filling, your, mommy's, pussy!" she exclaimed during strokes. I don't believe I could have jerked myself off much faster than the way she was pumping up and down on me. "Fill my pussy, baby," she muttered, "Give mommy a big load of hot son cum." "Yes mommy," I answered, "your mother fucking son is going to fill your son fucking cunt with his virgin cum." She ground down on my cock viciously and didn't rise away again, around and around she ground her hips, my cock completely impaled inside of her. I felt my cum boiling inside of me, she rocked back and forth and started to moan loudly. "OOOOOOOOOO," I heard from her mouth, "cum now baby, mommy's coming and I want you to cum with me. I want our cum to mix deep inside of me." She exclaimed loudly, almost demanding. "Here it comes mommy," I said, "your son is coming." Spasm after spasm we shared. When our convulsing in unison stopped I could actually feel her pussy walls tighten and squeeze the last tiny drops from my near limp cock. It was almost the same feeling I had earlier when she finished milking my cock with her mouth. "I've been wanting to do that for a very long time." she whispered in my ear before kissing me and sliding her tongue into my mouth. As she was preparing to leave she patted me on my very sensitive cock and said before leaving my room, "Mommy only gets fucked by daddy once a week, but mommy needs much more."