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The Peeper
by Principal Peter (address withheld)
***
First-person story about a Peeping Tom who sees more
than he expects through the neighbor's window: his
MILF neighbor sexually abusing her six year-old
daughter. This is a tale of extreme abuse and torture
of a child, and the relationship that develops between
the "Peeper" and her mother. (MMg, extreme-ped, nc,
rp, v, tor, gb)
***
"Shit!" I hissed. The fucking branch had snagged my
pant leg. I disentangled myself from my neighbor's
bushes as I worked my way to another window. I wanted
to get a few new pictures, and she wasn't in her
bedroom. My neighbor, Debra, is a 42 year old woman
with black hair (died) and a spectacular figure. She
works at a topless bar on the outskirts of town as a
bartender. She still looks good enough to work behind
the bar, if not quite young enough to wait tables. She
had her boob job redone a few years ago, and her new
larger c-cup tits look great on her slim frame.
Her long legs and firm sexy ass make her one of my
favorite photo subjects, though she doesn't know it.
Debra was usually good for a few topless and thong
pics, since her tits were firm enough not to need a
bra, and her job certainly didn't require one. Her ass
was still firm and round, perfect for the thongs she
always wore. Fortunately for me, she lived in a ranch
house with her six year old daughter Kayla, so all the
windows were at ground level – easy to peep into.
Debra was a hard-working single mother who worked long
hours and made decent money, which was good, since her
deadbeat ex had been in the wind since Kayla had been
born.
I hadn't seen her through any of the other windows,
and Kayla's bedroom was the last one. I didn't have
much hope of seeing anything, since if she were in
there she'd just be reading to her daughter or tucking
her in. But since I was already there... I peered
through a gap between the curtains - what the hell?
What I saw caught me totally off guard. I lifted my
camera right away, switched it to video and started
recording. Debra was indeed in the room, as was her
daughter. The sexy mom was wearing a black thong and a
black push-up bra that lifted her fake boobs
enticingly, but it was not what she was wearing that
interested me, but what she was doing. The middle aged
mother had her little girl tied spread eagle on her
princess bed, face down. The child was totally naked.
Three or four pillows were stuffed under her narrow
hips, raising her little round ass up in the air.
Debra was holding a wooden paddle in her right hand,
and the bright red skin of the child's as was evidence
that I had caught them in the middle of a punishment
session of some kind. I could see Debra talking, but
couldn't make out what she said. The child couldn't
respond, because there was a wad of fabric stuffed
into her mouth – her panties?
I got the last few swats of the paddle on video, and
feared that I had missed most of the action, but I was
wrong. As I watched and recorded, the hot mom shed her
bra and panties, and I was allowed to see her bush for
the first time. She had trimmed it to a small triangle
that pointed toward her cunt. Very sexy. She climbed
onto the bed between her daughter's spread legs and
began massaging her tight round butt cheeks, her hands
wandering from her ass to her upper thighs. I watched
in fascination as she leaned forward to plant soft
kisses on her six year-old daughter's reddened ass
cheeks. She worked her way to the center, and kissed
and licked her way down the child's ass crack toward
her crinkled pink anus.
The pillows under her hips caused her ass cheeks to
separate, giving the perverted mother good access to
her daughter's tiny hole. Debra's head moved from side
to side as she slipped her tongue up her little girl's
butt, using her hands to spread the child's ass cheeks
farther apart. As she ate out the little girl's ass,
Debra started humping her horny cunt along Kayla's
bare calf, leaving a shiny streak of cunt juice
behind.
After five minutes of ass-munching, the raven-haired
older woman rose from the bed and reached to the side,
retrieving a short black riding crop. Having shared
that tender – if perverted – moment with her young
daughter, the woman started whipping her back and
thighs with the crop, leaving angry red welts on her
tender pale skin. Even with the window closed, I could
faintly hear the child's screams through her gag.
After criss-crossing her skin with the crop, she
untied the girl's wrists and ankles to retie her in a
face-up position.
The girl was sobbing hysterically as she lay on the
welts on her back, but her mother ignored that,
climbing up to straddle the child's flat chest. Debra
began humping her wet pussy against her daughter's
chest, and pulled the gag from her mouth. It was
indeed a pair of spit-soak panties. She leaned forward
and grabbed Kayla's head between her hands and planted
a passionate French kiss on her daughter's lips. I
could see the older woman sliding her tongue into the
little girl's mouth, nibbling her pink lips, and
licking her nose and cheeks. I got some great close-up
footage of that kiss. Awesome!
Debra finally broke the kiss, leaving the little girl
panting beneath her. She then climbed forward to place
her dripping wet cunt over her daughter's mouth and
began grinding her crotch against the little child's
face. Debra must have been pretty worked up already,
because it only took a few minutes before she threw
her head back and shuddered to an orgasm. I could hear
her crying out as she squirted her cum into the little
girl's mouth and over her face. Unfortunately for
Kayla, her mother is multi-orgasmic, and she
masturbated herself to three more orgasms on the
child's face.
I thought she must be done, and was prepared to go
home and jerk off to the recording I has just made,
when I saw Debra climb off her daughter's face and
cross the room, out of view. When she came back, she
didn't untie the child, as I had expected. She
reappeared carrying a long black whip, with which she
started beating the helpless little girl's belly,
chest and legs. She hadn't replaced the gag, so I was
sure that I was getting the poor little girl's screams
on the recording.
Finally tiring of beating her little girl's sweaty
naked body, the cruel mother crawled back between the
little girl's widely spread thighs and buried her face
in Kayla's preteen pussy. For ten minutes she lapped
and sucked at the crying child's puffy, hairless cunt
lips, chewing on her labia and nibbling her tiny clit.
Several times the little girl cried out in pain as her
mother nipped and bit at her tender sex.
I got some great shots of Debra's body as she moved
around the bed molesting her little girl. She spent a
lot of time on her knees, facing away from the window,
so I was able to zoom in on her pussy and asshole
where they peeked out between her slim thighs. I
noticed with interest that her clit hood had a gold
ring in it. Kinky. There were also the requisite tramp
stamp and various other tats (she did work at a
topless bar after all). I got some great images of her
glimmering, sweaty body. Her big firm tits, her six
pack abs and muscular thighs all glowed in the room's
bright lighting. Man, she was in great shape!
I figured she must be done torturing the little girl
now, but I was wrong again. She stepped away from the
bed yet again and returned with a slim black vibrator
in her hand. I wondered why she kept leaving the child
and coming back, but then figured it was meant to
increase her anxiety at what was coming next. What a
mean bitch. I loved it!
She crawled between the girl's legs again, slowly
working her way toward her daughter's spread-open
pussy. She held the dildo up so the girl could see,
threateningly. I was able to zoom in on the little
girl's frightened face as her eyes were glued to the
dark object. It wasn't particularly big, about five
inches long and slim, but it was thick enough to
stretch her little cunt nicely, and I'm sure it looked
pretty threatening to the tiny child.
Debra sucked the end of the tube provocatively, like
it was a small cock, getting it wet with her spit.
Removing the dildo from her mouth, she placed the
narrower end at the entrance to her daughter's spit-
slicked pussy, and inserted it slowly between her
puffy labia. The bound little girl arched her back and
swung her head from side to side as she her mother
raped her with the fake cock.
Tears flew from her eyes as her head whipped back and
forth, but her cries were not particularly loud. She
seemed more scared than injured, and by the easy way
the dildo slipped in and out of her tight young pussy,
I suspected that this was not her first time at a
rodeo, as it were. There was nothing to indicate that
Debra had torn the girl's hymen, so it seemed likely
that she had done this to her daughter before.
At any rate, she pummeled Kayla's preteen pussy for
about ten minutes, during which time she brought
herself to another orgasm with her own fingers. When
she came down from her sexual high, she slowly removed
the slimy plastic vibrator from the exhausted child's
body. After licking her daughter's pussy juices from
the dildo, she planted a big wet kiss right on Kayla's
swollen labia.
The perverted mother stood next to the bed and leaned
over her bound, prostrate daughter. As her hand cupped
the child's pussy, she whispered in her ear. I wished
I could hear what she said, but I had to content
myself with the view she was unwittingly providing of
her dark asshole as she bent over the bed. When she
left the room, her helpless daughter was still bound,
stretched tightly across the covers.
I disentangled myself from the bushes and raced home
to download my treasure. In minutes I had blown my wad
all over my hand and thighs as I watched the bizarre
and exciting show that Debra had unwittingly put on
for me. As the hormone-induced haze cleared from my
brain, I began to see the possibilities this recording
presented to me.
This was prime blackmail material! If I showed her
this video and threatened to take it to the police,
she'd have to do whatever I wanted to keep herself out
of prison. I could make her my slave. She'd have to
give me anything I wanted. Even her pretty little
daughter. My cock swelled, even though I had just cum
all over myself. I forced myself to calm down and
formulated a plan. I didn't need to rush. Debra and
her daughter weren't going anywhere. My hands shook in
excitement as a jotted down some notes. This was going
to work!
Three days later, while Kayla was in school, I rang
Debra's doorbell. I had to ring twice more to wake her
up. It was 10:00 am, and she worked late, so I knew
she would be asleep. She opened the door with her hair
in sexy disarray, her big brown eyes puffy with sleep,
wearing a black silky bathrobe that fell above mid-
thigh, exposing most of her long muscular legs.
"Morning, Deb." I said.
"Bob? What..." she was sleepy and confused. We didn't
talk much, and this was the first time in the five
years we'd been neighbors that I had rung her
doorbell.
"Can I come in?" I asked.
"Well, I was just sleeping, so maybe –"
"It's important," I interrupted. She had let her robe
fall open a little as she spoke, and I could see that
she was wearing a thong under her robe, and nothing
else. I couldn't see her nipple, but the gap showed
thee was no bra clasp between her tits.
"Well, I guess. What is it?" she asked, stepping back
to let me in past her. She closed the front door
behind us as I turned to her.
"I think you should see this." I held out a DVD I had
put together of her abusing her daughter. I also had a
portable DVD player, into which I put the disc. I held
the unit so she could see the screen. She looked at
me, confused and maybe a little worried, then down at
the screen. She was definitely worried now. Her eyes
widened as she watched herself beating and sexually
abusing her six year-old daughter.
"How did you get this?" she demanded.
"I recorded it through Kayla's window." I answered
nonchalantly, "I think you look great in it, don't
you?"
All the color had left the 42 year-old's face, and she
looked like she was about to faint. I took her arm and
guided her to the living room, where I sat down next
to her on her sofa and placed the portable DVD player
on the coffee table so we could continue to watch. She
stared at herself in shock as I sat quietly next to
her, letting her soak it all in. She buried her pretty
face in her trembling hands.
"Oh my God," I heard her muffled voice say through her
fingers. "Oh my Godohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod..."
"So how long have you been abusing your daughter?" I
asked casually.
"What? What?" she was still in shock. She lifted a
tear-streaked face and stared at me like she had no
idea who I was or how I had gotten there. It was
fascinating to watch, really. I waited for her to
settle down for a few minutes, then tried again. "How
long, Deb? How long have you been sexually abusing
little Kayla."
Her face was back in her hands, so her replied was
muffled. "Since she was about two, I guess." This
shocked me. Two? What could you do to a two year old?
"It didn't start out like it is now." she went on. "It
started with spanking, then harder, longer spankings.
Then I would make up reasons to punish her, then I
would just punish her for no reason at all. The
bondage evolved out of that, and the sex stuff came
from the bondage, when she was a little older." Now
that she had gotten a grip on herself, she seemed
pretty willing to talk about it. I figured this had
been preying on her mind for years, and she was
letting all her anxiety out all at once. I didn't give
a shit. I wasn't a therapist or a priest. I wasn't
interested in helping her at all.
"Yeah," I said to cut off the therapy session, "so I'm
wondering what the police would say about this video."
That brought her back to reality, and her head snapped
around to face me, her eyes wide. Her face had gone
pale again. That was good.
"Oh no, please. Please don't show this to the police.
They'd take Kayla and put me in jail. Please don't"
She leaned forward as she pleaded, and her robe gapped
open again to show me her bare chest and belly between
the flaps of the robe. I stared at her bare skin until
she looked down to see where I was looking. She
gathered the robe back around her, embarrassed.
"No. Leave it open." I told her. She looked up at me
and I could see that she understood. She let the robe
fall open.
"Okay," I started, "here's the deal. I have this video
of you doing highly illegal and disgusting things to
your underage daughter. Things that would land you in
prison and her in the foster care system, where things
like this," I nodded to the DVD player, "happen every
day. Now I could send this to the police anonymously,
so they wouldn't know who took the video, and you
would be fucked. Literally, in prison."
The more I spoke, the whiter her face became. We both
knew where this was going, but I was enjoying the
build-up. She was not.
"Or," I emphasized the word dramatically, like a game
show host, "you could agree to some simple terms that
I've come up with, and we can just keep this little
unpleasantness between the two of us." She flinched a
little when I put my hand on her bare knee, but she
didn't try to remove it or object to it, so I could
see her state of mind already. I was terrified, not
knowing how this was going to play out, and what she
would say next. I'd never done this before. There were
some pretty huge holes in my blackmail scheme. First
and foremost being that blackmail was illegal, and I
could go to jail just like her.
Also, I could send the video to the authorities
anonymously, but Debra knew that I had made it, and
she could tell the cops that, so into jail I would go
again. All I had going for me was that even if she did
sick the cops on me, she still ended up in prison.
There was no good outcome for her in this. I explained
all this to her as she stared at the floor, and while
I stared at her cleavage. Because I'm a perv, that's
why.
"What terms?" she asked, still focused on the floor
between her bare feet.
"It's pretty simple, really. You do whatever I tell
you to do, whenever I tell you to do it, and I'll keep
my mouth shut about what you've been doing here for
the past few years."
"What do I have to do?" she asked.
"I think I just said that. Whatever I tell you to. If
I tell you to drive to the store in your underwear to
buy condoms, you'll do it. If I tell you to paint your
face blue, you'll do that. If I tell you to take all
your clothes off and suck my cock, you'll do that
too."
She turned her head to look at me. "When do I have to
decide?"
"You have five minutes." I knew that she might think
of some way out of her predicament eventually, so I
wanted to get as much as I could as soon as I could.
There was no way I would actually turn her in, since
my involvement would be found out, but I hoped she
wouldn't figure that out for a while. I had another
plan that would cement my control over her, but I
needed to cross this hurdle first.
She sat still as a statue while I watched the clock.
She took the full five minutes.
"Well?"
"I really have no choice, do I?"
Of course she did, but if she wasn't smart enough to
figure that out, I certainly wasn't going to tell her.
What I said was, "Of course you do. You can go to
prison if you'd rather." I loved saying this shit to
her, pounding down her reserve with images of prison
filling her brain. I loved how confused and vulnerable
she was. Tears leaked from her sexy brown eyes.
"Okay. Whatever you say." I could hear the unspoken
words in my head: Until I figure a way out of this.
"Great. Take all your clothes off and suck my cock."
She had to have been expecting it. They were the exact
words I had used earlier. She stared at me for just a
moment, but quickly shrugged her robe off her
shoulders, exposing her fabulous breasts, then stood
and slipped the black silk thong down her curvaceous
legs and stepped out of them.
I stared at her glorious naked body. Sure, I had just
seen it a few days ago, but not up close like this.
Man, this woman took great care of her middle age
body. Her tits, though obviously fake, sat proudly on
her chest, firm and round. Her stomach was flat and
muscular. Her waist was narrow, but her hips flared
out sexily. Her legs were long, lean and muscular. Her
skin was tanned, but not leathery; and no tan lines.
Her pussy – Oh man, her pussy. The lips were shaved
bare, and the pubic hair that was left above was
trimmed into a small triangle, one point of which was
aimed at the gold ring that pierced her clit hood.
The hood over her clit was large, and I could actually
see the sex organ poking out from under the sparkling
gold ring. Her inner lips peeked out from between her
labia. On her lower abdomen, to the left of her
trimmed bush, was a bright yellow smiley face tattoo.
Yeah, your cunt makes me smile too, Baby, I thought.
While I stared openly at her nudity, I opened my pants
and slid them to my ankles, spreading my knees apart
in invitation.
She looked at my lap and stared. I don't like to brag
(well, yes I do, so here we go), but I have an
impressive dick. When hard, it's nine inches long, and
two inches thick. And you can believe that it was
hard. As a rock. She knelt slowly between my legs,
supporting herself with her hands on my knees. Her
gaze was locked on my hard-on. She reached out to grab
it with her small hand, her dark skin in contrast with
the white flesh of my cock. Her fist slid up and down
on the shaft, gripping it loosely, feeling the veins
and ridges with her fingertips.
She looked mesmerized, which was not unusual. Most
women were when they first saw it. I helped break her
out of her daze by putting my hand on top of her head
and pushing down gently, guiding her face toward my
cock. She opened her mouth and wrapped her soft lips
around the head of my cock, and I moaned in
satisfaction and lust as she began blowing me.
Holding my shaft in her little hand, she slowly slid
her lips down over the head, teasing the underside
with her tongue as her hot mouth descended. She held
my cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue over the
surface, laving my rod with her saliva, which ran out
between her lips and over her fingers. I love a wet
blowjob, and this woman was an expert, which was to be
expected, I guess, considering her profession and the
way she looked and dressed. She began to gently
massage my balls with her left hand while slowly
stroking my cock with her right. Her head rose and
fell slowly as she sucked on my cock head.
She was able to take the first five inches of my meat
into her mouth, which left another four or so to
stroke. I'm glad she went slow, because otherwise I
would have shot off in her hot mouth in a second, and
I had more in mind. I was able to take about five
minutes or so before I had to make her stop.
I told her it was her turn, and said to sit her bare
ass down on the couch. I knelt between her sexy legs
and pulled her forward by the hips until her ass was
perched on the edge of the cushion. I leaned forward
and planted an open-mouth kiss on the middle of her
cunt, which I noticed was wet already. Some women get
turned on by sucking cock, and she seemed to be one of
them. I put my hands on the backs of her thighs and
lifted her legs, pushing her knees up towards her
chest. This left her pussy and asshole spread open and
vulnerable before me. I dove into her wet pussy,
slipping my tongue as far inside her snatch as it
could reach, and smearing her juices on my cheeks. She
groaned in pleasure as I ate her.
I love eating pussy. I always have. I know some guys
don't like it, or do it only out of a sense of duty,
but I just love it. I latched my lips around her big
clit and sucked hard, flicking the tip of my tongue
back and forth across the ring and the sensitive nub.
She hissed, and grabbed the back of my head in both
hands to hold me against her crotch. Her whole body
shivered in delight as I worked her hard clit with my
tongue. She started to hump her cunt against my mouth
and pant as she neared an orgasm, which rolled over
her like a wave.
She groaned and held still for a few second, then
started to twitch as she came, flooding my mouth with
her sex juices. I swallowed eagerly, continuing to
flick her clit with my tongue as I sucked on it
throughout her orgasm. She finally came down from her
orgasmic high, collapsing her legs on either side of
my shoulders and leaning back on the couch gasping for
breath.
I rose to my knees in front of her, between her
splayed thighs. I didn't wait for her to catch her
breath, but started to rub the head of my cock against
her sopping wet cunt, paying particular attention to
her sensitive clit, causing her to gasp and jump
whenever I nudged it with my cock. The gold ring
obviously increased the sensitivity down there, so I
pushed it back and forth with the tip of my dick,
causing her to bounce around below me. When the head
was slick enough, I pressed it into the folds of her
pussy. She held still and looked between her legs at
my cock as it invaded her cunt. The width of my cock
is disturbing to most women, who fear that it will
hurt them, but usually that isn't the case for long. I
could tell she was nervous, but that was alright with
me. I slid my hard rod into her wet box slowly but
steadily.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the friction
as my cock touched her insides in places she rarely,
if ever, had felt before. I figured a pussy as
experienced as this slut's could take it, and I was
right. I paused when my cock was buried completely in
her tight snatch, then I started thrusting, gaining
speed as I watched her tits bounce with my thrusts.
She threw her head back and groaned as I hammered her
wet cunt.
"Uuuhhhhh, uuuhhhhhh, uuuhhhhh!" she grunted with my
thrusts. I took her clit ring between my finger tips
and pulled on it gently. Her eyes flew open and locked
on mine as I masturbated her and fucked her at the
same time. I wanted to make her cum again before I
did, but there wasn't much time. Her hot body and
tight pussy were going to bring me over the edge
quick. She was panting now, clearly approaching her
peak, so I took the hard nub of her clit between my
slick fingertips and rolled it like a little cock
head.
"Aaaggghhhhhh!" she yelled, as her body shook in
another long orgasm. This time I joined her, jabbing
my cock deep inside her pussy as streams of hot cum
spurted from my prick, painting her womb. I leaned
forward and kissed her for the first time. We panted
into each other's mouths as we shared our climax,
tongues winding together. I leaned into her as our
breathing slowed. Our bodies were slick with
perspiration, and I could feel her hard nipples
sliding against my slippery chest.
When we had regained control of ourselves, I leaned
back on my heels, letting my shrinking cock slip from
her soaking wet pussy. I looked at her gaping hole,
and saw a mixture of cum and cunt juice drooling from
between her pussy lips onto the couch cushion. I sat
next to her and reached back between her legs to
stroke her pussy and pull lightly on the gold ring
there. Her eyelids sagged as I fondled her sex.
"So when does the little sex toy get back from
school?" I asked, referring to Kayla. She knew who I
meant.
"3:30." Three and a half hours. I had plenty of time
with my new slave. Time to get ready to gather my new
blackmail material.