From mylifeok@hotmail.com Sun Jun 29 11:04:57 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-in-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!feed1.news.erols.com!news-xfer.netaxs.com!news-xfer.atlantic.net!news1.atlantic.net!not-for-mail From: mylifeok@hotmail.com (mylife) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.incest,alt.sex.stories Subject: Confessions of a Peeper IV Date: Sun, 29 Jun 1997 15:04:57 GMT Organization: Internet Connect Company / 1-800-422-2936 Lines: 328 Message-ID: <33b6795c.16936054@news.iu.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: netport-94.iu.net X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.1/32.230 Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories.incest:25379 alt.sex.incest:81880 alt.sex.stories:216398 CHAPTER 8 There was still the issue of Jackie to be resolved. When I got home, I thought about her and felt a little bit uptight about her. After all, how could I tell her that I was fucking her mother even though I knew that SHE was fucking her as well? The issue took care of itself the next night. Jackie called me to apologize for having not been there the night before. I told her I understood about the emergency. Then she asked me a question that totally floored me. “Did you have fun with mom last night?” I wasn’t sure what she meant. Did she know about us fucking or was she just asking if I had fun talking to her? I played dumb. “Michael, it’s okay. Mom told me all about it. You see, mom and I have a very, uh, special relationship.” She emphasized the word special. Of course I knew this, but she didn’t know I did. Then she told me that she and her mom shared everything and would I like to come over tonight. She laughed when she said, “We’d like to share you, too!” Man, what did I do to deserve this? Did I die and go to heaven or what? I told her I’d be over as soon as I finished dinner. I didn’t eat much that night. I told my mom and dad that I was going over to Jackie’s and that I might be late. We had a big test coming up and she needed a lot of help. No problem. I went upstairs and took a shower and got ready for what looked like the hottest night of my young life. It was. It was. Jackie answered the door and immediately gave me a big hug when I came in. She smelled as good as her mom did the night before. Kay was nowhere to be seen. “Where’s your mom, Jackie?” I asked. Jackie laughed. “What’s the matter, Michael? Can’t get enough of my mom?” I smiled, turned red, shook my head as if to say “no”. Then Kay walked in from the bedroom. She had on a pair of jeans that looked just perfect on her and a red, short sleeved top which highlighted her small, but perky breasts. She gave me a big hugged and held me close as she kissed me hello. “Come on in, Michael. We’ve been waiting for you!” We all sat in the living room. We chatted for awhile, mostly small talk. Jackie sat right next to me. Kay sat across from us in the same chair she started in the night before. Jackie was wearing jeans, too. In fact, they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Kay changed the subject first. “Michael,” she said with a loving look in her eyes. “You might think it strange, but Jackie and I have a very special type of relationship. We share EVERYTHING, Michael. I’m not quite sure you really understand what I’m saying, but we do. I told Jackie about us. We don’t keep secrets. I also told her how wonderful you were, too!” She smiled that big, broad smile. Jackie smiled, too. I blushed. Kay moved over to my free side as she went on. She ran her hand through my hair. “We’d like to share you, too, Michael. Would you mind that?” Was she out of her mind, I thought? Would I MIND? Would I mind fucking this mother and her daughter? I don’t think so. Kay made eye contact with Jackie and they each took one hand and led me like a lamb to slaughter to Kays bedroom. These two beauties proceeded to put on a show for me that I would never forget. Even now, some 30 years later, I remember it as if it had just happened. Kay sat me down on the bed and she and Jackie began to undress me. I put up no argument. They got me naked and as soon as my hot cock was exposed, I saw Jackie’s eyes light up. She turned to hermom and said, “You were right, mom. He IS big!” We all laughed and that sort of set the tone for the evening. “Now you just sit there and relax, Michael” Kay ordered me. Again, I put up no resistance. The two began to strip for me. Kay put on some music and they began to dance around in front of me. Kay slipped Jackie’s shirt over her head, exposing bare breasts. They were young, soft, big tits that begged to be sucked. They’d look at each other, then at me, and continue their sexual dance. Then Jackie undid her mom’s shirt. She, too, was bare breasted. In tandem, they wriggled from their tight jeans. No panties, either. One sleek, red cunt and one very hairy, black cunt. My cock was rock hard and I instinctively began to fondle myself as I watched with total concentration. Kay reached her arms out to Jackie and they embraced, their tits pressed hard against each others. They kissed. It was a deep, loving kiss. I could hear them softly moaning as they held each other. “Let’s do him.” Kay whispered to Jackie. They both knelt down on either side of me and both of them began to lick my balls and cock. They took turns sucking me off and, in between sucking my cock, they would kiss each other. I’m sure I had died and went to heaven. It was like a game with the two of them. The winner would be the one who was sucking my cock when I came. They drove me nuts as each would suck for a minute or two and then release me as I was about to cum. The other would start to suck and I would be ready to cum and SHE would stop. I was moaning with utter pleasure. Kay won this round. As I came, Jackie wrapped her lips around my balls and sucked up the excess cum that her mother didn’t get. I watched them kiss and slip my cum between them. I couldn’t hold myself up any longer and fell back on the bed. They joined me, slipping up on either side of me. When I regained my energy and my cock grew hard again, we fucked. Boy did we fuck. It seemed as if there was nothing off limits to Kay and her sexy daughter. We tried all kinds of positions and must have fucked for hours. I hated to leave, but I had to, eventually, get home. There would be lots more nights spent with Kay and Jackie, though. CHAPTER 9 It might have been on the third or fourth time that the three of us were together when Kay finally pulled out that strap on dildo I first saw her fuck her daughter with. Of course, I acted surprised. Kay said she wanted to give me a treat. She strapped on the pink cock and I watched her and Jackie fuck. I jerked off watching them. Kay looked over at me after they were through and said to me, “Hmmm, my dear boy, perhaps I should use this on you!” I think she was waiting to see my reaction. I wasn’t quite sure just how to react, but there wasn’t anything in the world I wouldn’t do for that woman, so I told her if that’s what she wanted, I would do it. She was suprised, I think, that I answered that way. Looking back, I don’t think she was really serious about fucking me, but when the offer arouse, she was more than willing to try it. Jackie watched intently as Kay set me down on the bed on my hands and knees. She took some kind of lubricant and rubbed it around my asshole. Her fingers around my hole felt kind of erotic. She got down on her hands and knees behind me and slowly rubbed the end of the dildo around my hole, trying ever so slowly to slip it in. She kept asking me of I was okay. I nodded my head. Finally, with a short burst, the end of that dildo thrust into my virgin asshole. I quivered as she slipped it deeper inside. Slowly she began to fuck my asshole with her fake cock. She was loving it, moaning and breathing hard. Jackie positioned herself in front of me, her black-haired cunt at my face. I started to eat her as Kay fucked me harder. it hurt, but I didn’t let her know. She fucked me for a few minutes and pulled out the dildo. I felt immediate relief and collapsed on the bed. Kay lay over me, her head cuddled into my neck, kissing me. “Are you okay, baby?” she whispered in my ear. “Yeah, I think so.” The two of them then lay by either side of me and we all hugged and just lay there for awhile. That was the only time we ever did that. I think Kay was smart enough to realize that I didn’t really like it. We had many, many wonderful nights together. There was one more episode with Kay and Jackie that I will relate to you and then I must move on. CHAPTER 10 I was coming over Kay’s house 2 or 3 times a week. One time in particular, I arrive, expecting my two lovers. Kay answered the door and immediately told be that Jackie wasn’t home this night. I was surprised to see a man there, however. His name was Marty. he was about Kay’s age (early 40’s). He was about 6’ tall with slicked back black hair. They were in the livingroom talking when I got there. We were introduced and I, of course, didn’t figure that Marty knew anything about our threesome. I figured he must have thought I was Jackie’s boyfriend. We started to talk and he seemed nice enough, but I did notice that he seemed more interested in me than Kay. He was always looking over at me and smiling. Kay got up and excused herself from Marty. She motioned me to follow her, which I did. In the kitchen, I hugged my older lover and kissed her. “Michael, honey, I want to ask you something. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’d really like to see it, though.” What is it Kay?” I asked. “Well, Marty out there, he, uh, he kind of likes boys, if you know what I mean. He’s an old friend of mine. Would you be interested in being with him tonight?” I was literally shaken by her request. The only time I had ever sone anything with a guy was when my friend and I jerked each other off when we were 12. I tried to act mature. “Is this what you want, Kay?” She nodded her head and licked her lips. “I think it’s so erotic.” “Will you be with us?” I asked her. “Of course, darling. I want to watch!” She made me laugh. I told I would try it....for her. That made her very happy and we walked back out hand in hand. “Come, Marty. Let’s go inside,” she motioned to him. The three of us walked into her bedroom. We all sat down on the bed. Mart took my hand and told me to just relax, he wouldn’t hurt me. I felt alot more comfortable having Kay in there with us. “Why don’t we all get undressed and comfortable,” Kay suggested. In a few moments we were all naked. I felt strange being naked with this man, but I was doing it for Kay. I noticed that his dick was kind of small. In fact, mine was bigger than his. I was so fucking proud of myself! Marty sat back down next to me. Kay sat in the chair, watching us. He leaned over and started to lick and suck my nipples. Actually, I was rather turned on by it and I started to relax. As he kissed my chest and body, I would keep looking over at Kay and she would be prodding me on. She started to play with herself, which turned me on. I think that’s why I got hard, not from Marty. He slipped his hand down to my cock and started to rub me. He worked his way down my chest to my cock and soon he was sucking me off, holding my balls in his hands and gently caressing me. he gave me a great blowjob. I was really quite amazed at how a guy could suck my cock as good as a woman could. I came in his mouth and he swallowed it all. Kay was sitting there, writhing in the chair, moaning and having her own little orgasm. I finished cumming and Marty lay back on the bed. His dick was hard and he motioned for me to get on top of him. Our balls were rubbing against each others and he grabbed my ass and pressed my body tight against his. He whispered to me, “Suck my cock.” I reluctantly slid down is hairy body and looked as his cock. I looked over at Kay. I couldn’t hear her, but her lips were saying, “Go ahead. Suck his cock.” I began to slip the head of his cock in my mouth. I kept telling myself that I was doing this for Kay. I sucked him off, but when he started to cum, I pulled off. I didn’t want his cum in my mouth. He grabbed his cock and finished the job, a big, warm mess of cum spurting out from his cock. He lay there, a big smile on his face. I was definitely not into a gay thing then or now. I did it for Kay. Some of it, I’ll admit was a turn on, but mostly not. When marty got his strength back, he wanted to fuck me. I resisted, but the ever aware red-headed sex machine stepped in. She came over to the bed and lay down next to me. Marty was standing over me, his cock hard and ready to fuck my asshole. Kay whispered in my ear, “Fuck me while he fucks you. Please!” The wasy she asked me, how could I refuse her? Mart waited until my cock was buried in her red cunt. He slipped behind me, grabbing my ass and slowly ramming his cock insode me. It took a couple of minutes to build up the right rhythm, me fucking Kya, Marty fucking me. When we really got it going could, it was kind of a turn on. I know Marty was happy! After we finished the whole scene and Marty was gone, Kay told me how much he liked fucking young boys. She said he fucked lots of them and, if I was interested, he paid the boys to fuck and suck. I said I wasn’t interested. I’d rather fuck Kay and Jackie. She laughed heartily and thanked me for doing this for her. Like all good things, they eventually come to an end and usually way too soon. My first lovers, Kay and Jackie, were no exception to that rule. After school had ended (about 3 months or so into our hot relationship), Jackie told me that they were going away for most of the summer. I was crushed. They wrote occassionally and I wrote back, but I could tell that they were probably having fun with some other guy...and why not? We started up again at the end of the summer, but that, too, stopped shortly thereafter. Kay announced that the two of them were moving to another city. I was very depressed for quite some time as you might imagine. One just doesn’t start up a relationship like we had every day...or even, as I found out, every lifetime. While I was sleeping with Kay and Jackie, my nightly forays first fell to weekly, then not at all. I even stopped fantasizing about my mom’s friend, Margaret. Once I got over the inital grief of them leaving, things soon returned to normal. I had just turned 16. I was still a genuine peeping Tom. From mylifeok@hotmail.com Sun Jun 29 11:06:23 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-in-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news-xfer.atlantic.net!news1.atlantic.net!not-for-mail From: mylifeok@hotmail.com (mylife) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.incest,alt.sex.stories Subject: Confessions of a Peeper V Date: Sun, 29 Jun 1997 15:06:23 GMT Organization: Internet Connect Company / 1-800-422-2936 Lines: 214 Message-ID: <33b679d0.17051775@news.iu.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: netport-94.iu.net X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.1/32.230 Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories.incest:25378 alt.sex.incest:81879 alt.sex.stories:216397 CHAPTER 11 I soon got back into my regular stops and an occasional new one. This time it was Kate. Kate and her husband were, as far as I could tell, the oldest couple in the neighborhood. They had two grown children who lived in a nother state. I figured Kate to be in her early to mid fifties. She was tiny, maybe 5’0. There really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary about my peeping in her window, at least not until about 30 years later. I caught her through her bathroom window and got a pretty good peek at her tits a few times. I didn’t catch up with her again until she was 79. Kate was one of those people who, no matter how old they were, always thought of themselves as young. I liked that about her. When she lived in our neighborhood, she was always friendly to me and I liked her even beofre I got a chance to see her tits through her window. Time passes and eventually, I went off to college, Kate’s husband passed away and she moved off to another town, not that far away. I never thought about her in the intervening years other than an occasional word or two about her from my mother saying that she had seen Kate and she asked how I was. I never really paid it any mind. As I got older, I found myself more and more interested in older women. Of course, my early affair with Kay had probably set the tone for my interest and I had had one or two relationships with older women in the ensuing years. Kate, however, was a MUCH older woman. About 40 years older. One day, my mother mentione that Kate had asked about me and told her that if I was ever in the neighborhood, to stop by and say hello. I decided to take her up on her offer. I didn’t expect anything, after all, I had no idea what she looked like. I knew that she was still pretty active, because my mother had told me so. A few days later, I had some free time and called her up one morning. She sounded as ebullient as ever and I told her that I would be around her neighborhood and would it be allright to stop by and say hello. “By all means, Michael! I’d love to see you.” it was about 10 am when I reached her apartment. She answered the door in a nightgown and a huge smile. The nightgown was nothing sexy, nor was it seethrough. Just a nightgown. She invited me in. We hugged and she invited me into the kitchen for some coffee. She was still the tiny little woman I had known, only 40 years older. She was 78, but she still acted young and she wasn’t that bad looking. Sure, her skin had folds and was not the soft, smooth skin of a young woman, but it was a turn on to me. We talked about old times and what we had done in the past 25 or so years. I told her she was still a good looking woman. she blushed a little and told me to stop lying. I didn’t make any outright advances towards her, but I could tell from our conversation that she still had a sex drive and I did think that she was still horny for some good, hard sex. An hour or so passed, nothing happened and I was going to leave without having scored. I could live with that, since I had come with no expectations. As we headed for the door, I knew that this might be my only chance to bed her and that I should at least make a try. she was cool enough to deal with it if it didn’t work out. I turned back to her and said, “You know, Kate, i think you are very sexy.” “Oh, stop it, Michael!” She thought I was joking. I put my hands on her shoulders, looked her in the eye and said, “No, Kate, I mean it. I’m, uh, I’m very attracted to you.” She was a bit stunned. “You’d better leave before I lose control here.” I reached over and kissed her on the lips. She pulled away. “Now you stop that! I can’t take this.” She was definitely losing control the way I wanted her to. “OK, OK,” I answered, turning back towards the door. I really was going to leave, but I just couldn’t. She opened the door, trying to get me to leave. I took one step, turned back around, shut the door, took her in my arms and placed my lips hard upon hers. she resisted for just the slightest moment and then she relented and kissed me back. I picked her up in my arms, still kissing her, and began to carry her into the bedroom. “I didn’t think you would give up so easily,” she sighed as I lay her small, old body on the bed. “I’m going to make love to you Kate.” I lay down beside her and began to touch her old, luecious body with my fingers. Once we got started, Kate was just as sexual as a 20 year old. She was so hungry for sex! It was incredible. I lifted her nightie and began to play with her pussy. She spread her legs wide as my fingers magically touched her pussy and clit. There was no elasticity in her cunt lips, but other than that, her pussy was just as wonderful as any other I had been in. I lifted her nightie over her head and saw her wonderful old tits. They weren’t that saggy because they were never very big. I wsucked her titties and she rubbed my head as I did. My precum served to lubricate her as I slipped my hungry cock into her starving pussy. She was a great fuck and my hunger for older women increased even more. I thought of her as almost a grandmother. it was very erotic fucking my grandmother. She loved every minute of the experience, as did I. She was a great kisser, too. I came twice inside her. We lay there, spent, for about an hour. She told me how long it had been since she had been fucked. She told me that she and her friends often talked about sex, but never could find anyone to fuck them. I thought to myself, “Hmm, maybe I can start a business here.” I asked her to talk to her friend and see if she were interested in meeting me. She told me she didn’t have to ask, she would be. I fucked Kate a few times, and I fucked her friend a couple of times as well. That was about 8 or 9 years ago and ever since, I’ve seriously thought about getting a job in a retirement home to find some action there. So far, I haven’t done it, but I’m still planning to. CHAPTER 12 So, back to being 16, horny and a master peeping Tom. Truthfully, I was getting more and more bored with peeping through windows. I was getting more and more sex (with girls my own age, unfortunately!) and I had seen just about everyone there was to be seen. Sure, I still loved to stop at Mrs. W’s house and see those perfect tits. I gave up trying to peep in on Margaret. I had tried so many times to no avail. I had to be contented with the bra, panties and pantyhose I had taken from her. I would still masturbate once in awhile with them. I still had other favorites who I would visit on occasion, but all in all, I was losing my need to spy on people. I had been out one evening, visiting some “old friends”. I walked home, maybe a passing thought about Kay going through my head. I saw my house ahead and noticed that my parent’s bedroom window was lit up. Amazingly, in all my travels, I had never once tried to peep in on my own mother. She was good looking and had a nice body, but somehow, I had never thoguth about it for some reason. I quietly crept up to the window. My dad was out of town, so I knew it had to be her in there. It was 9:30 and mom usually went to bed after 10. They had blinds on their windows and the slats were well apart. An easy target for a master peeper like me. I looked in. Mom was sitting in bed, still dressed, reading a book. I waited several minutes. She would , every once in awhile, put her hand between her legs and rub her pussy a little bit as she read. This was getting interesting, I thought, so I stuck around a bit longer. A few minutes later, Mom put the book aside, got up and began to undress. It felt strange watching my own mother undress, but I was turned on by it. she took off her blouse, flipped it over on the chair then she undid her skirt. It fell silently to the floor and she stood there in a bra and panties. She had a good figure. She reached her hands behind her to undo the clasp of her bra and it, too, fell to the floor. I could see her left tit, since she was sort of sideways to me. I liked her nipples. brown and erect they were and they looked very suckable. By this time, I was a pretty good judge of tits. I had seen more than most guys see in a lifetime. Moms ranked right up there. She slid down her panties and when she turned more towards me, I got a real shock. Her pussy was shaved! It was bare. Just two, pinkish-red cunt lips. It was very hot! Instead of hading to the bathroom, as I thought she would, she went back to the bed, picked back up the book and started reading again. Her knees were drawn up and her pussy was spread. She started to play with herself as she read. I was getting hotter and hotter. God, I was watching my mother masturbate. She began grinding back and forth, eventually putting the book doen and paying full atention to her masturbating. her fingers slipped inside her cunt, wriggled around in there. Her other hand was busy fondling her tits and playing with her nipples. Her mouth was moving, moaning. She thrust her ass forward as she started to cum. She looked very satisfied. So did I. It was then, that very moment, that I first began to really fantasize about having sex with my own mother. From mylifeok@hotmail.com Sun Jun 29 12:40:53 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-in-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news-xfer.atlantic.net!news1.atlantic.net!not-for-mail From: mylifeok@hotmail.com (mylife) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.incest,alt.sex.stories Subject: Confessions of a Peeper VI Date: Sun, 29 Jun 1997 16:40:53 GMT Organization: Internet Connect Company / 1-800-422-2936 Lines: 205 Message-ID: <33b68fbc.22665128@news.iu.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: netport-81.iu.net X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.1/32.230 Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories.incest:25405 alt.sex.incest:81941 alt.sex.stories:216462 CHAPTER 12 So, back to being 16, horny and a master peeping Tom. Truthfully, I was getting more and more bored with peeping through windows. I was getting more and more sex (with girls my own age, unfortunately!) and I had seen just about everyone there was to be seen. Sure, I still loved to stop at Mrs. W’s house and see those perfect tits. I gave up trying to peep in on Margaret. I had tried so many times to no avail. I had to be contented with the bra, panties and pantyhose I had taken from her. I would still masturbate once in awhile with them. I still had other favorites who I would visit on occasion, but all in all, I was losing my need to spy on people. I had been out one evening, visiting some “old friends”. I walked home, maybe a passing thought about Kay going through my head. I saw my house ahead and noticed that my parent’s bedroom window was lit up. Amazingly, in all my travels, I had never once tried to peep in on my own mother. She was good looking and had a nice body, but somehow, I had never thoguth about it for some reason. I quietly crept up to the window. My dad was out of town, so I knew it had to be her in there. It was 9:30 and mom usually went to bed after 10. They had blinds on their windows and the slats were well apart. An easy target for a master peeper like me. I looked in. Mom was sitting in bed, still dressed, reading a book. I waited several minutes. She would , every once in awhile, put her hand between her legs and rub her pussy a little bit as she read. This was getting interesting, I thought, so I stuck around a bit longer. A few minutes later, Mom put the book aside, got up and began to undress. It felt strange watching my own mother undress, but I was turned on by it. she took off her blouse, flipped it over on the chair then she undid her skirt. It fell silently to the floor and she stood there in a bra and panties. She had a good figure. She reached her hands behind her to undo the clasp of her bra and it, too, fell to the floor. I could see her left tit, since she was sort of sideways to me. I liked her nipples. brown and erect they were and they looked very suckable. By this time, I was a pretty good judge of tits. I had seen more than most guys see in a lifetime. Moms ranked right up there. She slid down her panties and when she turned more towards me, I got a real shock. Her pussy was shaved! It was bare. Just two, pinkish-red cunt lips. It was very hot! Instead of hading to the bathroom, as I thought she would, she went back to the bed, picked back up the book and started reading again. Her knees were drawn up and her pussy was spread. She started to play with herself as she read. I was getting hotter and hotter. God, I was watching my mother masturbate. She began grinding back and forth, eventually putting the book doen and paying full atention to her masturbating. her fingers slipped inside her cunt, wriggled around in there. Her other hand was busy fondling her tits and playing with her nipples. Her mouth was moving, moaning. She thrust her ass forward as she started to cum. She looked very satisfied. So did I. It was then, that very moment, that I first began to really fantasize about having sex with my own mother. CHAPTER 13 I purposely said little about my parents up till now. I wanted to save it for last. My dad was, wel for lack of a better word, kind of wimpy and very straight. It was my mother who was the boss and she was definitely cooler than my father. Dad was a hard working guy who took care of his family, but he was kind of boring. It was mom who had the sense of humore. It was mom who always wanted to do different things. As far as sex was concerned, I didn’t know a whole lot about their sex life, but I figured that it was she who instigated sex most of the time. After I saw her masturbate, I decided that my mother was more open minded about sex than my father was. I began to focus my sexual attention on her. I suppose because of my relationship with Kay and her daughter, I thought that incest was okay. After all, if a mother and daughter could fuck each other and, apparently, be happy, why couldn’t a son and his mother fuck. Specifically, why couldn’t I fuck my mother? I wondered how she would feel about it. It didn’t happen over night. Let me say one thing about this, for those of you who consider incest disgusting. I was, and have always been extremely open-minded about sex. As my previous writing reveals, there is little I wouldn’t try. To me, the only sexual activity which I personally find disgusting is sex with children. I don’t mean 15 year olds. I mean 5,6 7 or so. To take a child’s innocence like that is, to me, disgusting. I don’t want to preach, but this is just the way I feel. As for incest, I think it’s okay if the child is old enough to consider his or her options and not be forced into anything. I wanted to fuck my mother and that was the way I felt. There was nothing that would change my mind. My father was a salesman who spent much time on the road. He made good money and we lacked for nothing as I was growing up. Nothing except having sex with my mother. I’m sure, if he ever knew how I felt about mom, he would have a heart attack and die right there on the spot. Maybe that wouldn’t have been such a bad thing. I would have been alone with her and had a better chance of fucking her. I WAS sick, wasn’t I???? Dad didn’t die, though, and my sexual feelings for my mother were increasing as I got older. I pulled the same theft that I did with her friend Margaret. I stole her underwear. I got a soiled pair from her laundry basket. They had a terrific scent of her pussy on them. I fanatsized that she had masturbated in them and that her pussy juice was all over them. I’d lay up in my room, wearing mom’s panites and jerking off. I jerked off in them so many times, they soon became ragged and smeeled more form my cum than from her pussy. I continued to spy in her window. I’d go in there during the day and try and set up the blinds so that I could get the best view of her at night. Most of the time she never touched them and I was rewarded with many enjoyable moments watching my mother either undress or, better yet, masturbate. She would masturbate alot, especially when dad was away, but she even did it when he was home. She had didlo not much unlike the one Kay had, only no straps. She’d stick it in her cunt, thrust it in and out, and then she’d put it in her mouth and lick off her own pussy. How I never screamed into her window, “Mom, why not suck MY cock instead of that phoney dick!” I’ll never know. She wasn’t stupid, and I think I started giving myself away by always leering at her and trying to get a look at her tits when she’d bend over. Mom was a very sexy woman. She had that indescribable sexuality which a woman either has or has not. She had it, and she liked to show it off. I saw how other men looked at her when we’d go out. I think dad was oblivious to it. I often wondered if she’d had an affairon my father. I had no evidence of it, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had. Anyway, I said that she was becoming aware of my newfound interest in her. She said niothing in the beginning, but instead of drawing back, she would show herself off more. I found that she was “allowing” me to see her more and more in just a bra and panties. I really think she was teasing me....and enjoying it. It was driving me nuts. I began to wonder, “What would happen if I made a pass at her? Would she be so turned off that she’d hate me forever?” I was afraid, at first, to do or say anything for fear that her reaction would be negative. My sexual attraction to mom was continuing as I got older. Somehow, I managed to reach 17 without being able to fuck my mother. I was a senior in high school and the following year, I was planning to go away to college. Far away. I continued to peep through her window, almost exclusively. every once in awhile, I would go to another house, but my mind was on mom and only mom. She continued to tease me with her various states of undress. This seemed to get worse when my dad would be out of town. I couldn’t take it much longer. I decided that I would tease HER a little bit and see what happened. I’d walk around in my underwear often. She’d look at me, a smile across her face. We were actually playing games with each other. I think that both of us were afraid to say or do anything more than just tease. There was a line that needed to be crossed, but crossing that line involved a great deal. Many things would change as a result and I think we both realized the importance of crossing...or not crossing that line.