Eyes Everywhere

Kris

"Shit!" Kris said in disgust. His five-man team just lost another player and they were down to just two players in their Halo game. Their opponents still had four one the board and had the tactical advantage of high ground to keep him and his partner pinned down. As they hurriedly discussed their extraction strategy, Kris heard a pair of heavy thumps upstairs and then the sound of footsteps moving around. He glanced down at his watch.

"Shit!" he said again. It was after four o'clock and his mother's work-out was over. That meant she would be showering in a few minutes before getting dressed. While these thoughts distracted him, there was a loud sound and bright flash from the video screen in front of him and a message over the red screen informing him that he had just died on the battlefield. "Fuck!", he said, ripping off his headset.

He fired off a quick IM to his remaining teammate wishing him luck and shut down his console. Kris quickly headed back to his bedroom, shut the door and locked it behind him. He hopped over on his unmade bed, pulled his iPad from the nightstand and opened it up. After a couple swipes and a few taps on the screen, he settled back to enjoy himself.

On the screen, he watched his mother stripping off her yoga pants, thong, and sports bra before stepping into the shower to rinse off from her afternoon workout. Kris' mouth grew dry as he watched her hands running sensually over her body as the warm water cascaded over her. He knew his viewing time was limited. One of the problems he discovered with the hidden wireless camera in her bathroom was that the steam from her shower would soon fog over the lens, rendering it essentially blind. Before that happened, he already had his shorts undone and pulled down around his knees so that he could pleasure himself.

He absently wondered what it would be like to actually be in the shower with her - watching her rub herself, touching her slippery, swaying breasts, feeling her hands fondle his manhood... his thoughts grew racier as his hand stroked his hardening cock. He wasn't fully hard when he felt his ejaculation was imminent and forced himself to stop. He wasn't ready, yet. Besides, the best part was yet to come.

He was able to watch his mother for nearly the entirety of her shower before the camera lens fogged up, but that was just the appetizer as far as he was concerned. Two more taps on the screen and he was watching her bed from above, where a second wireless cam was hidden in the ceiling fan/light. He waited patiently and after about five minutes, he detected some motion near the edge of the field of view. He sat up straighter and resumed stroking his cock, which had softened quite a bit from earlier.

He watched his mother move around the bed, arranging her pillows and tossing her laptop on the mattress. She was still naked from her shower and he assessed her physical attractiveness once more.

She wasn't what any of his friends would consider "hot". His mom was 43 years old with long, dirty blond hair that was usually parted in the middle and often in a ponytail. She was tall and slender, but had a slight tummy, an okay-looking ass that was just beginning to droop, and small breasts that were beginning to sag as well. Her best feature was her hips. They were a little on the wide side, but almost perfectly round when viewed from behind and provided most of the slight figure that she had.

Despite all her physical "flaws", Kris had always found her sexually arousing. It started when he entered puberty and accidentally walked in on her while she just finished undressing from her workout. He saw a quick glimpse of the light brown curls just above her pussy and a slightly longer view of her bare breasts swaying around as she turned in alarm towards the sound of his intrusion. With one hand rushing down to cover her pussy and her other arm trying to cover her boobs, his mother screamed, "What are you doing in here? Get out!"

Kris' face had turned beet-red and he quickly turned away to hurry out of her room. "Don't ever come into my room without knocking, young man!" she called out, just as he closed the door behind him. Kris ran downstairs to his room and locked himself in his room to hide in shame. As he sat alone on his bed, he couldn't get the vision of his naked mother out of his mind.

Up to that point, he had never seen a nude woman, other than in some of the porn sites he and his buddies used to visit. He didn't count his twin sister, who had been naked around him ever since they were born. Most of the time, he and his friends just talked about how hot (or not) the woman were in the pictures and how they couldn't wait to be out on their own and able to have sex with equally hot chicks. Pure, adolescent crap, but it was all Kris knew at the time. The last thing he ever thought about was his mother's body, largely because she seemed much "plainer" than the women on the porn sites. Plus, she was his MOTHER!

He remained hiding in his room with all those thoughts swirling around in his mind, plus the still frame image of her standing in front of him in all her glory. Well, almost all her glory. He felt some discomfort and realized with revulsion that his dick was actually getting hard as he thought about his mother sexually. Before he could collect himself, there was a quiet knock on his door.

"Kris? Can I come in," his mother had asked quietly.

"Oh shit!" he thought. "Just a minute," he replied frantically as he tried to get his boner to subside. He stood up, looked down and decided that nothing was visible before opening the door.

"Yeah?" he asked cautiously as he backed up. She followed him in the room, wearing a long robe that covered her completely. Kris moved back and sat on the side of the bed.

"Kris, I want to talk about what just happened," she said without anger. His mother sat down next to him and pulled her robe a little tighter around herself. "I know it was an accident and I should have locked the door before I went in to take a shower. I want to apologize for losing it with you, but I was completely surprised and didn't even think before yelling at you like that." She looked into his eyes and waited for his reply.

"Uh, yeah, Mom. I understand." Kris couldn't maintain her gaze anymore and looked away. "I'm sorry for just barging in like that. I didn't even think that you might be needing some privacy. I'll remember to knock, next time." His voice sounded despondent, but his mother misunderstood the reason for his shame.

"No, no, that's okay. Accidents happen. Are things okay between us now?" she asked with a trace of anxiety.

Kris looked up at her. "Uh, yeah, Mom. We're cool," he said as if nothing bothered him.

"That's good," she said as she rose from the bed. Kriss stood up next to her and she hugged him tightly. "You and your sister are my entire world, and I couldn't bear to lose either one of you."

Kris hugged her back, awkwardly. He couldn't help but think that only the heavy cotton material of her robe was between his face and her breasts. As quickly as that, she glided out the door and left him standing alone in his room, even more confused and aroused.

When he was in high school, Kris started dating girls his age, but he never saw more than their bare and immature breasts. At home, he began looking for opportunities to spy on his mother with the hope of seeing her nude again. His amatuer attempts were generally unsuccessful, largely because there were no real ways of looking into her second-story room from the outside, and if he was in her room, then she would obviously see him. He did get lucky a couple times and was able to sneak up to her unlocked door and open it just enough to peer in and see her changing clothes, or just walking around in her bra and or panties.

He finally lost his virginity to a girl he was dating during his senior year in high school and he forgot about trying to spy on his mother until his girlfriend broke up with him right after graduation. She was leaving for college at the end of summer; he was staying home and working for a landscaping business while trying to decide what he really wanted to do with his life. He had a short-lived rebound relationship with another girl, but it ended shortly after she also left for college. No longer involved with anyone outside of home, his thoughts drifted back to his mother.

Most mornings, Kris slept in late before scrambling at the last minute to get out of bed, dressed and out the door for work. One week when it rained every day, his work was cancelled so he stayed in bed until his mother yelled for him to get up and help with some of the household chores. It wasn't until he realized that she usually stayed in her sleeping gown until mid-morning, that he stopped complaining and started getting up in time to eat breakfast with her.

His mother's gowns weren't sexy or provocative, at least not by design, but they were long, loose and flowing one piece affairs made of very thin, although opaque, material. One morning when he was helping with breakfast, she bent over in front of him to get some cinnamon rolls from the oven and he couldn't help but glance down the scoop neck opening to see her bare breasts hanging down. He strained to try and see the nipples, but had to move back quickly before her head hit his own as she raised up with the tray of sweet rolls.

After that, Kris remained hypersensitive to trying to sneak another glimpse of her breasts whenever she was wearing her gown. On a different morning, he managed to find an excuse to slide past her in the narrow confines between the kitchen island and the stove, and in the process, discreetly let his hand lightly move over her hips and ass. He couldn't feel any panties underneath, which almost caused an immediate erection.

The pleasure he got during those instances was both shortened and intensified by the fear of being caught. There was no way he could claim any of them were an accident and he was terrified of what his mother would think of him or do to him as punishment. Both times when he was peering through the crack of her door, he left after less than a minute to quietly move back to his room, lock the door, and masturbate. Frustrated with his voyeuristic failures, Kris started going to online porn sites to try and address his growing sexual urges. It wasn't very long before he found a potential solution to his problem.

Kris became intrigued by a news report on a man who used wireless cameras to spy on guests in a motel. He had been using spy cams for more than two years and was only discovered inadvertently when an electrician was called in to make some non-related emergency repairs at the motel. Kris did some online research, found a reputable dealer, and purchased a set of three small, wireless webcams and downloaded the software onto his iPad to set up, manage, and monitor them.

It took him some time to figure out where to place them. The bathroom cam was hard because there were so few things that could keep it concealed yet still keep the lens pointed at the shower. The bedroom was easier because the ceiling fan had a fancy design for the five lights that allowed Kris to carefully tape the webcam in place pointing down towards his mother's bed without being clearly visible unless you were looking for it.

One disadvantage he quickly discovered was that the batteries for the wireless cams went dead in only a day or two, depending on how long they were actually streaming video footage. Even still, Kris had to buy a large supply of small, round, flat batteries and then find time every 3-4 days to sneak in and change out the dead or dying batteries in the cams. Eventually, he just swapped out the third webcam that was essentially a spare with one of the other two to speed things up.

A month into his webcam voyeurism, he discovered another secret about his mother. One afternoon after her regular workout, she showered as usual, but then went into her bedroom to lay naked on the bed with her laptop. Kris already had his stiff dick in his hand and was working hard to not go too fast and cum early. He no longer thought of his mother's tits as being too small, but had grown to appreciate them as sexy in their own right. One of his recurring fantasies was sucking on them and then jerking off to cover them with his warm cream.

His focus alternated between her gently moving breasts and her pussy which was partially obscured by her hand. He watched her fingers sliding in and out of her hole and rubbing her unseen clit. Her other hand was tapping the laptop and doing something with whatever was being displayed while she masturbated.

"Holy shit!" Kris thought. "Mom likes to watch porn!" That thought alone triggered another set of thoughts flashing through his mind involving him, his mother, and either video-recording their activity or watching porn together as they had sex.

After almost five minutes, she stopped what she was doing on the bed and rolled off to get something from her dresser. When she turned around, Kris saw her holding what looked like a very large, realistic-looking cock in her hand. She reached down between her nightstand and the bed and then rose up to rub something over the rubber cock. He presumed it was lubricant and moments later, she was back on her bed with her legs spread while slowly inserting the dildo up inside her cunt.

Even from a distance, Kris could tell it was a tight fit, but he watched in fascination as she started stroking it in and out of her tightly filled pussy. He unconsciously began stroking his hard cock in time with his mother's movements and imagining that it was his dick filling her nice, wet, cunt. Her movements became faster and he matched her stroke for stroke until he realized belatedly that he was just moments away from ejaculating.

Kris paused and looked around for something to help capture the jizz and grabbed a couple of tissues from the Kleenex box just in time to prevent his cum from spurting all over his hand, legs, or bedsheets. After quickly milking the rest of the cum from his sore, throbbing dick, he looked back to the iPad and saw what he believed was his mother climaxing as well. He stopped what he was doing to watch his mother's body go through a series of short convulsions and looking at her face, she was obviously in a state of rapture.

When her climax finished, Lena removed the dildo and then fell back on the bed in a state of exhaustion. Kris could see her chest moving slower and her breathing becoming less labored as she recovered, and after a few minutes, she struggled to get up and go to the bathroom, where he watched her clean the dildo she had just used on herself. After putting it away, she dressed herself, put away her laptop, and left her bedroom.

Kris quickly cleared his iPad, got rid of any evidence from his own voyeuristic masturbation, and got himself fully dressed, again before leaving his room.

Over the next couple of weeks, Kris found out that his mother had two more sex toys in her dresser under a pile of clothes and he became infatuated with watching her use them to masturbate while watching porn. One of the toys was another style of vibrator that also had a small "arm" that was designed to stimulate her clit when the main shaft was fully inserted in her pussy. More shocking to Kris was seeing her using an anal dildo.

Anal sex was something that he still considered taboo, but in the back of his mind, always thought about trying. The first time he watched her slide it inside her ass, he had two simultaneous thoughts. The first was what it would feel like to slide his dick in a woman's ass, and the second, even more taboo thought was wondering what the dildo would feel like in his own ass! Watching his mother using her sex toys tended to trigger his wildest, darkest thoughts, but it also gave Kris his most intense orgasms.

Kris tried to watch her in the evenings, but the webcams didn't provide a very good picture under low light conditions. The best he could make out were some blobs of dark and light grays that showed her head against her pillow. Nevertheless, Kris was more sexually charged than he could ever have imagined and found himself almost constantly thinking of sex and spying on his mother.

One afternoon, while she was out meeting with one of her customers, Kris went into her room to change out the bedroom cam and decided to look in her dresser drawers to see if she had anything else of which he was unaware. He went through her underwear drawer and looked at her bras to see what size her tits were. Nearly all the tags said 34B. and as he poked round some more, he found something that looked like a bra, but without any cups. It was made of very thin and supple leather straps that were interwoven to provide some sort of webbing that supported a woman's breasts. Kris couldn't imagine why his mother had something like that or when she might even have occasion to wear it, but nevertheless, he was fascinated to learn more of his mother's secrets.

Putting everything back in the bra drawer the way he found it, Kris shifted his attention to her panties and thongs. He found more variety in sizes, but they were generally either medium or large, depending on the brand. He briefly thought about taking one of her thongs, but was too afraid of her finding it in his room. There was no earthly excuse he could make-up for having one of her thongs or panties that she would believe.

The next drawer was where she kept her toys and he saw a real vibrator up close and in his hands for the very first time. It was about eight inches long, perhaps an inch in diameter, and molded to resemble a heavily veined, hard dick. Kris immediately tried to compare himself to the fake penis based on how it felt in his hand and decided that his wasn't too much different, other than the over-the-top veins and ridged "skin" on the vibrator.

He found a switch on the base and turned it on; the upper half of the shaft started to oscillate around in a slow circle, with the head of the fake penis describing a circle almost two-inches across. As he held it, Kris was surprised at how powerful the movement was and watched it spin for a few more seconds before shutting it off. Instead of shutting it off, howere, Kris moved it to a higher speed and the rotations appeared to double in speed. "Holy fuck! Does Mom ever try that speed inside her?" he wondered. He pushed the switch to the off position and checked to see if there were any more settings he missed, but that seemed to be it.

After replacing the large, oscillating dildo back where he found it, Kris carefully picked the long, thin, black anal dildo he had watched his mother use on herself. It also had a switch in the base, but that merely caused it to hum and vibrate. Next to it, he found something that resembled a set of hard plastic beads connected by short, thin segments of the same plastic. In all, it had eight "beads" that increased in size from one end to the other. The smallest was perhaps one-half inch in diameter and the largest was about an inch and a half across. Even though the plastic felt hard, the overall device seemed quite flexible and he decided to do some research online to find out what it was. So far, it wasn't something he had seen his mother use.

Putting the beaded toy away, he searched some more and found a small, purple velvet bag with a hard object inside. Opening the drawstring, he took out a curved purple glass cylinder with a round ball on one end and a smooth conical tip on the other that resembled the head of a penis. The whole thing was perhaps six-inches long and he wasn't exactly sure what its purpose was. He finally decided that it was another anal toy because it was too short and thin to seem very effective in a woman's vagina. He carefully put it back in it's bag and continued his search. The last toy he found was the vibrator that also stimulated her clit.