I Shouldn’t
Maybe it was just idle curiosity. I know I should have stopped it, but there was a certain intrigue being watched.
It started in the shower one day. I saw him peeking through the door I’d left ajar to let the steam out as I dried myself. He was 14. Curious. The age of experimentation and wonder. Was it an idle glance? Did he plan on looking? Was he watching me other times?
I should have turned around but I didn’t. Instead I took extra time drying off my tits. Feeling my nipples harden at the thought of this young boy watching me. Wondering if his penis was hard. How big was it? What did he think of what he saw? I looked towards the door and he was gone.
If his father knew there would have been war. No need for that. No harm done. Nothing happened.
The next time was a couple weeks later. I came out of the closet, naked as a jay bird. I noticed the door slightly ajar. This time I knew it wasn’t me doing it. Now I knew that this was an intentional act. I walked to the bed pretending not to see the form in the doorway.
Time to put on the socks first, I thought. I spread my legs wide as I put one foot on the bed to put on a sock. Nice enough look? Had he ever seen a shaved pussy before? Ever wanted to touch one? I imagined what it would be like to have those young fingers feel their first cunt. To have virgin fingers push through the slit of my pussy and feel my juices. Does he know how turned on this is making me? I put on the other sock the same way, making sure my legs were spread wide open for a look. I glance up. He doesn’t see me. He doesn’t know I’m watching him grab his jean covered cock. I make sure to dress in clear view of the cracked door. Hoping he’s enjoying the show. This is so wrong. This is so exciting.
It’s been three weeks. No peaking. No shows. But dad is gone tonight. I’m in bed watching a movie when I hear him come home. A welcoming shout. A nonchalant return of the welcome. Then silence. I hear him in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I hear him coming down the hall. I look in the mirror and see the door move ever so slightly. He’s back.
Time for a show, I think. I shouldn’t. I will. I pull the covers back and begin to play with my pussy. Out of the corner of my eye I watch him watch me. I take a breast and pull it to my mouth and lick my nipple. Does he wish he could do this? What would those young lips feel like on my breast? How would his tongue feel on me? How would it feel to have him suck on my again like he did as a baby? Quiet now. The orgasm must be soft this time. My fingers increase their motion. My thrusts are harder, deeper now. I pinch my nipples and my orgasm comes. I close my eyes and imagine it is him fingering me. He is the one on my breasts. As my orgasm subsides I look up. He’s no longer there. Did he enjoy the show? Was he hard? I wonder what his cock looks like now? How would it feel in my hands?
It’s been a month since the last show. There have been several times when doors have creaked and I’ve been aware of being watched. Each time I linger. Each time I ponder what it would be like. This is so wrong. This is so exciting. Tonight would be different.
Dad is gone again. Another night alone. Another night in my room watching TV…and waiting. He comes home. The usual welcomes. The get-ready-for-bed ritual. The footsteps down the hall. The creaking door.
“Danny?”
“Yes mom.”
“Will you come in here please?”
“Yes Mom, what’s up?”
“Sit down on the bed here Danny.” He looks confused, scared and curious all at once.
“Danny, you’ve been watching me for a long time.” His face is flushed. He looks like he could hurl at any moment. I smile and put my hand on his pajama covered knee. “Danny, it’s okay. I am okay with it. Really.”
Somewhat cautiously he relaxes as I go on.
“I realize that there is a lot of curiosity and frankly I’m honored that you want to watch me.” I move my hand up his leg. I see a rise begin in his crotch.
“Sneaking around could get you in trouble Dan.” With my free hand I pull down the covers to show him my breasts. “I don’t want you to get in trouble. I want you to feel free to look, to explore. I take his hand and place it on my tit. At first he is hesitant. Then he begins to squeeze. My hand moves further up his leg. Dare I?
He spreads his legs. I touch the huge bulge in his pajamas. He’s grown so hard. So big.
“Can I see you Danny?” I ask. He stands beside the bed and pulls down his bottoms. I gasp at the size of this young hard cock. I reach to touch it. Its ribs feel so good in my hand. His hands feel so good on my breast. I stroke him until he begins to moan and stop.
“Danny,” I pull him to the bed, “Will you suck me like you used to. There now. Put your lips on my breast. Suck my nipple. Doesn’t it feel good? I pull the covers back and put my finger in my pussy. Feeling him suck harder and wanting more…but I can’t let that happen. Not today. As he sucks me I cum, moaning and pulling him tight against my naked chest while I finger fuck myself. As the feeling subsides I push Danny back and look in his eyes.
“No one must ever know.”
“I know.” He says.
“I have one more request Danny.”
“Yes Mom.”
“Masturbate for me. Let me watch you explode for me.”
“Danny kneels on the bed and watches me feel my tits. I watch his cock grow hard. I watch him pulse his hips and stroke faster and harder. I finger fuck myself as he gets closer. I watch as he moans loudly and sprays hot white sperm all over. He doesn’t intend to, but his jizz covers my tits and belly. He begins to apologize. I stop him. “This feels so good. Thank you.” I kiss him good night until next time.
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