Lilly Clare Is a Voyeur

Lilly's continuing story has strong father daughter incest themes. If this doesn't appeal you will not enjoy this story. All the characters are over the age of 18 years old. All players are consenting adults.

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In three more sleeps, I was going to do my best to at least catch a glimpse of the little bimbo.

I couldn't have missed her that afternoon outside the mall, nobody could have!

Amber and her family live a few doors from me and I've known her since she was born. The child I remembered seemed to have grown up before my eyes.

She still wasn't tall, only a bit over five feet, but she was toned and curvaceous, like a perfectly proportioned, pocket-size fuck doll. She had cut her long blonde hair into a short, Beatles style mop... and then died it purple! She looked like a little sexy punk doll. I found it very appealing. It was edgy, like my own short grey buzz cut. The splash of purple framed her pretty elfin face perfectly.

I pushed my grocery trolly to a quiet spot close by and stood back to watch.

Her parents would have been mortified to see her wearing a school uniform that should have been thrown away as soon as her breasts started coming in. I hadn't seen a teenager with a cleavage like Amber's since I met Mary all those years ago [Lilly Clarke at High School]. Like my beautiful Mimi, Amber had breasts a whore would pay thousands for.

She was smoking and flirting with some senior boys, obviously enjoying their lude stares at her chest. She had removed her school tie and undone the top three buttons of her blouse. Her big white tits were nearly falling out, straining the white cotton to breaking point. I was sure all those boys were desperately praying that a fourth button would magically 'pop' and those prematurely enormous boobs would bust out in front of them.

Her skirt was short - the slightest breeze was flashing her white knickers... a real showstopper at the mall. The little slut was enjoying the boys' attention - as well as that of every man, and most women, who walked past. From very young to very old they all lost control of their eyes. I found myself laughing out loud when a fat man tripped over the curb and fell like a sack of shit onto the pavement.

Amber was the reason I was visiting the Cosgrove's house. I simply must see little teeny bimbo again. I couldn't get her incredible body out of my head.

After a lot of investigation, I decided that Thursday evening would give me the best chance of success. With so many after school activities, it was the only time I was reasonably sure I'd find the little slut at home.

But waiting was never my strong suit. Those few days seemed to lag longer and longer and I got progressively more and more frustrated. The hours seemed to drag on forever.

As it was any number of things could go wrong with my plan. She may be one of those that closes her curtains. Not to mention that I didn't know where her bedroom was... or where her bathroom was... I wasn't even a hundred percent sure I could find their house...

I could normally rely on Mary to distract me. We've been a comfort to each other for over fifty years. We two old ladies do things to each other that you simply wouldn't believe! ...but she's overseas. No point talking about her. My special darling is on a business trip, working on closing some deal or the other... Japan I think ...or maybe Hong Kong.

Malcolm also has been conspicuously absent. Both he and Liam have become regular visitors at my home - my sex slaves who I invite inside whenever I want their lovely big cocks. I wanted them now but I hadn't seen either for weeks. I found out later that my teen toy-boys had been on holidays with Malcolm's parents, living it up at a beachside resort... spying on bikini girls and fucking their mothers... but that's another story,

All I had left to distract me was my mountain of sex toys. Hours and hours of that long week were spent masturbating... morning, noon and night with the sexy teen slut foremost in my mind.

Every night I give my regular evening show for the motley collection of voyeurs who congregate outside my bedroom. Over the weeks and months I have built up quite a following, men and boy's from all over the place who have found their way to the little private courtyard outside my bedroom windows. Some of them hide, some are more brazen, but all are there to see me... or me and Mary... or sometimes me and Mary and my two fuck boys.

This is also a story for another time. I only mention it because I really wanted a cock. It's only ever been my two young slaves who I have allowed inside. But, in their absence and in my agitated, sexually state I was seriously considering some of the other regulars... Maybe the middle-aged fitness guy who always wears those tight Lycra gym clothes... or the older guy with the surprisingly large virile cock... he'd be so thankful...

In the daylight hours, I closed the drapes and spent my time surfing porn, going online to look for teenage schoolgirls. None of them were as sexy as my little slut but their uniforms were similar enough for my heated imagination to fill in the rest. Tartan or plain colors skirts, pleated and short... a white blouse with a tie... white panties...I fucked myself silly ogling them.

By Thursday morning I was a nervous wreck. I didn't know what to do with myself. It was like getting ready for a hot date - exciting and terrifying at the same time. Just the thought of what the evening might bring made me breathless. I wondered around the house naked with my big black vibrator in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other.

Eventually, I just couldn't wait any longer. It was just after four, still mid-afternoon and sunny outside, when I slipped into the sheer black satin negligee that I like to wear on my adventuring.

I checked my look in the wardrobe mirror and, as always, loved everything I saw. Ever since I can remember I've loved the way I look and I get so desperately horny just looking at myself. You can't get much more narcissistic than that.

When I was younger I was an athletic beauty... a tanned Amazonian who spent more time on sports and at the beach then on study. I was strikingly beautiful then so who needs school? I was smart enough to marry a man with lots of money so not too dumb.

Of course, I've changed with age but I'm still stunning. I know I am because I get looks wherever I go. Especially from people who like to be dominated. I'm tall and broad-shouldered for a woman. My firm jaw, wide mouth, piercing blue eyes, and my short 'buzz-cut' grey hair, gives me that tough, no-nonsense look that makes subservient people wet themselves... like a sexy headmistress... or the female warden in a women's prison... or a bondage mistress. More and more I imagine that last one.

It's not like I'm a butch or manish though. Quite the opposite. My body is still beautifully feminine and voluptuous. Curvy wide hips, huge boobs, and a big sexy ass help soften my intimidating features.

It's no wonder men chase me, I thought to myself. Just look how sexy I am...

The scanty little slip I was wearing was from the Victoria Secret 'Honeymoon Collection', so brief and transparent it was like being naked.

I squeezed my big breasts together and studied the effect in my reflection.

My massive missile-shaped DDD boobs are my most appealing feature. They protrude out of my chest like torpedoes and they barely any sag at all, like I've had a really good boob job. It's genetic, my granny had tits like this. I remember burying my face in them when she gave me a hug. I just love the way the translucent black satin was stretched crazy tight across them, squeezing the big globes of flesh into a wonderful plunging neckline.

Mary loves my big boobs as well, joking that at some point I've secretly had them enhanced and that's why that sit up like they do... but they're real all right... all Lovely Lilly.

The slinky fabric felt fabulous and cool against my feverish skin... I felt my nipples hardening, poking out of the soft material, clinging like Saran Wrap to every sensitive contour...

All-natural, all me, I thought to myself, squeezing the protruding digits through the flimsy thin fabric.

Mmmmm, oh yesss... so nice.

My negligee has thin black shoulder straps and a single button between my cleavage and that is all that holds it up. Below the button, the flimsy material simply gapes open, leaving my little pot belly and big hairy pussy completely exposed for anyone lucky enough to see.

It really doesn't cover me below the waists at all.

Most importantly it has two pockets - one for my vibrator and the other for my hip flask. If I didn't need to carry these... well I may as well have been naked.

I'm just so accessible, I thought as absently fiddling with my steamy cunt...

I was so wound up and horny that, for the sixth time that day, my inquisitive fingers began probing in and out of my wet pussy. I slapped my big ass, sticking out thick and round behind me like one of those old fashioned bustles that ladies in olden times used to wear.

"Mmmm...Oh, fuck yeah..." I gasped. "Look at that lovely big butt..." (slap, slap, slap)

I'll find that little slut tonight, I thought to myself, taking the big black vibe out of my pocket and switching it on. I'll find her and I'll use her... I'll get her to lick my horny cunt...

My cunt was slippery wet. As I admired myself I spread my legs and, holding my pussy lips apart slowly played the pulsing toy over the super sensitive flesh.

"Ohhh fuck... ohhh fuuckkk..."

With practiced ease, I slid the thick pulsing barrel into my cunt...

"OOOOhhhhh yesssss..."

It felt so tremendously overwhelming I was starting to feel dizzy. Blood seemed to rush out of my head and even as I felt myself about to pass out I pumped it faster and faster in and out... in and out...

My legs gave way and I fell unceremoniously backward onto the bed, throwing my outstretched legs up in a V.

"OOOHHH FUCK... OH FUCK... OH FUCKKKK...

My legs and thighs were shaking uncontrollably. The massive toy in my twat pulsed and vibrated inside me...

My breath started coming faster...

"Oh gods yesSS... OH GODS YESSS...

... legs were starting to shake...

"OOOHHH GODDDSSSS YESSSSSSS... OH FUCK... OH FUCK... OH FUCK... FUCK... FUCK... FUCK..."

I was crying out happily as I fucked myself to another knee-knocking, leg-shaking, earth-shattering orgasm, my beautiful big body shaking like I was having a fit...

"AAAAAAHHHHH... OH YESSSSSssssss..."

..until I lay spreadeagled on the duvet, a quivering mess.

When my breathing calmed down and my heartbeat had returned to normal I must have fallen asleep, dozing in that lovely post-criterial funk that always knocks me out. When I opened my eyes it was almost dark outside. Time to move.

I decanted whiskey into my silver 'deaths-head' hip-flask - the single malt that slides down like honey - and I checked the power on the vibrator - the fourteen-inch monster covered in thick rubbery black latex.

A little before sunset, I stepped into my fluffy pink slippers and left through the big sliding glass doors in my bedroom. I walked out into the gathering evening, across the little grassy courtyard outside my windows, through the gap in the tall hedge that surrounds it, and down the long grassy slope of my backyard.

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THE COSGROVE'S

At the bottom of my property is the little bridge that arches over the stream.

On the far side is the state forest, thick and dark and to my left and right, on both sides of the water, are rough bush tracks that follow the steam, upstream and down, along the back of my neighbors' properties.

Without stopping to think I turned to the left and followed the foot-worn path upstream.

The pretty gurgling sound of water running over rocks followed me as I wandered along. The moon rose as I walked and reflected sparkling diamonds off the stream. The water is runoff from way up in the mountains behind the town. It trickles down through the national park and by the time it runs past my place it's a surging, bubbling little river on its way to the sea. It was so beautiful I stopped to watch for a few minutes. I had some time to kill. It was early yet... barely dark. I took a long swig from my hip flask before setting off again.

If I was walking on the street I'd have immediately known where I was and who the occupants of the houses were. From the back though, and in the shadowy dark, it was more tricky. It might be harder then I thought to find their house.

The first was obviously my closest neighbor, the Giordano's. I could see the blue pool light filtering down through the trees. I wonder if that plump Italian mumma was up there blowing her son again? [Chapter Ch.02].

Then the Peterson place, then the Branfield's huge home where there always seemed to be a party...

It has become quite hard to meet their eyes these days, these neighbors of mine - knowing what I know - that this one lets her son fuck her, or that one likes being hit in the balls with a stick, or he dresses up like a girl and pegs his ass with a dildo as he jerks off, or she lives with her husband but sleeps with her father-in-law... so many kinks and depravities. It seems the richer they are the more depraved they are. It never ceases to amaze me how my wealthy neighbors have two lives - the innocent face they show the world and their sleazy private one.

The twilight evening was closing in fast but the moon lit my way pretty well. I could still see the twinkling water of the stream to my right and up on the rise to my left, the lights of houses began to filter through the trees.

The next house belonged to the Nugent's, then the Chen's...

I know the path but It's easy to lose track of where you are when you're walking at night. Even though my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light and the path was clearly marked it was still a little like wandering through another world. I walked past a big dark weeping willow tree that leaned out over the water and felt sure I'd never seen it before.

Eventually, I came to the spot I was pretty sure was behind the Cosgrove's home.

The way was steep but I managed. Where there's a will there's a way and I'm physically fit and strong for my age. My balance is still good, something I've noticed other women in their 60's start to loose. I bet no other sixty-five years old could have done it. I pushed past bushes and scrambled up over rocks like a much younger woman.

At the top of the rise, I came to a fence, a low picket about two feet high. Old flaking white paint glowed in the moonlight. It wasn't much of a barrier - I could just step over it - but it marked the start of the Cosgrove's property. Now I was trespassing.

After another blast from my hip-flask for courage, I began winding my way silently through the trees and bushes towards the lights of a house, my slippered feet crunching on dried leaves and twigs.

I came to a paved path just visible through the leaf litter and followed it, my heart rate rising again as I got closer to the bimbo's home.

This clandestine sneaking onto other people's property is so exciting. The thought that I could be caught at any moment... I'd have no explanation... nothing I could say that would explain myself...

Exhilarated and aroused I pinched my big nipples hard through the flimsily little robe, groaning into the dark evening. My pussy was getting wetter the closer I got. I could feel it as I walked.

The overgrown garden gradually gave way to a more well-kept part of their yard and I started moving more cautiously. I walked across neatly cut grass, bordered by garden beds thick with a jumble of plants and shrubs. A big concrete birdbath was a signpost pointing me closer, then down a little stone path and I suddenly found myself standing on a wide concrete driveway at the back of a big white weatherboard house.

It was lit up like a Christmas tree, bathed in floodlight. There were brightly lit windows everywhere and a back door was wide open. Anyone inside who glanced out would see me immediately. Their old neighbor standing half-dressed in their backyard.

My heart beating at a hundred miles an hour, I scrambled off to my right, alongside a tall stone retaining wall, past outdoor table and chairs, a big brick BBQ, and a clothesline, getting myself briefly tangled in wet laundry.

After the longest two or three seconds, I found relative sanctuary in the shadows around the corner of the house. I was in the little dark alley between the Cosgrove's house and old Mr. Dawson's place next door.

There was a fence between the two properties built on a low retaining wall that looked like a good place to sit, so I did. Panting and wide-eyed I took a moment to regroup. That had been stupid. I needed to take better care then that or I really would get caught.

As my breathing returned to normal I noticed the side of the house, just a few feet away, was basically a large dark window. I stood up to have a look. Crouching low I cautiously lifted my head and peered inside... it was definitely a bedroom but it was too dark to see very much.

This is as good a spot as any, I thought to myself. If it's Ambers's room I'll have a terrific view. If it isn't I can always move along. Plopping back down on top of the little wall I settled in to wait, taking nips of whiskey from my flask and stroking my voracious pussy.

A television or music was playing somewhere and I could hear voices...

I knew this family well. Samual Cosgrove was a doctor, a plastic surgeon. He had handsome features, a bit like a slightly overweight Bruce Willis... but with more hair.

It was a standing joke in the neighborhood that his blonde wife, Rebecca, was his resume. I know for a fact she was over forty but she's had so much work done it was hard to tell if there was any of the real Rebecca Cosgrove left. Boob job, facelift, ass lift, liposuction, dermabrasion, everything. If you like Barbie, Rebecca was the girl for you.

Neither of the adults interested me though. It was their daughters I wanted to see. Especially Amber, their youngest one.

Betty-Sue and Mary-Lou are the older twins. Absolutely identical, they really are the most beautiful looking girls - a lot like their mother I suppose... but naturally younger and less desiccated. I see them all the time, walking home from school, holding hands and chatting ten to the dozen, the closest of friends - just like Mary and I had been at the same age.

They are tall and stunning with long blonde hair and angular Nordic features and their figures are amazing for girls so young. Like teen models, they turn heads wherever they go. A slightly too large nose and overly full pouty lips somehow served to make them even more lovely - as slight imperfections often do.

Amber was not like them at all.

The younger, spoilter one of the three, was the problem child. She was the baby of the family, and her parents spoiling on her had only succeeded in producing a rude, entitled little bitch. I wanted her so badly...

The whiskey was warming me nicely. I rubbed my tingling pussy between slugs from my hip flask, thinking about Amber's lovely big boobs... that tight round butt and satin knickers riding up between ass plump round cheeks that could crack walnuts... I'd love to lick her lovely young cunt... I'd love to...

I was dragged back to reality by the escalating sounds of an argument coming from inside the house. It quickly degenerated to screaming and yelling.

"...YOU NEVER LET ME!!" a young female voice cried.

There was a lower reply that I couldn't make out, probably her father, and then...

"You're just TOO YOUNG Amber," a different girl yelled.