## The Voyeur
Olivia finally got in her car to go home.
A man sat in his car watching and waiting, the orange glow of his cigarette's tip burning low as he took a last deep drag from it and flipped it away. His eyes followed her as she started her car and drove off. A moment later he started his own and followed. He pulled onto a nearby street and watched her walk from her car to the door of her home. She was all long legs and flowing grace. Her ass and breasts bounced and jiggled seductively as she walked, though she was wholely unaware of the allure she exuded.
He watched her from his vantage, his cock growing so hard as she passed in front of her windows, lights coming on or turning off, her silhouette back lit in the frame of glass showed him curves that he longed to cover in his cum. He watched her daughters move through the dwelling in much the same way and he lusted for each. Both beautiful younger women didn't look enough like their mother to be true blood relations, but they seemed to be her children nonetheless. He wondered about this, but then that didn't really matter much to him. They were all lovely creatures for him to lust after indiscriminately.
He smiled to himself wickedly. He remembered the first time he had followed her hoping that she would be good entertainment for his needs. He hadn't expected to find such a trove of treasures to exploit. He rubbed idly at his erection as he settled in for his evening of voyeurism. He enjoyed watching the women of this house, thinking about how he could use each one alone and all together. He continued watching, changing his positions to maximize his entertainment.