We meet Robbie, a voyeur in his own right. He never thought of himself as a voyeur, just a guy who didn't pass up a chance to sneak a peak at a pretty woman while she's bending over, showing off her ass cheeks. Or maybe a curvy thigh! When he graduated from high school, he thought about his future. Maybe he'd join the Navy and see what's left of the world. After thinking about it for a few minutes, Robbie decided college was for sissies so he decided to wait for a good opportunity to present itself, and just sort of 'hung out'. Now nineteen, he worked part time at a McDonald's, in the kitchen flipping -- you guessed it -- burgers! The job had it's perks. The girls in the kitchen were pretty and had big tits!
Robbie was like most young men. He liked baseball, worked out at the YMCA, and read magazines about running. His mind wasn't on women; the only woman he knew intimately was his mother. He had a paper route and this required him to make collections weekly. It was a few years before you could pay on line with a credit card.
He collected on Monday nights after dinner when people were home from work. It's important to note that people got their news from reading the paper -- stock market quotes, sports pages, and people cut out clippings for scrapbooks. Not of this internet bullshit. Social media meant going to church for a bean supper!
He was exposed to women via his paper route. Morning route, evening route, and Sundays. Women would come to the door wearing a house dress, or a slip, and sometimes fresh out of the shower, sporting only a towel. Women considered him only the 'paperboy', a nonentity who had seen it all. In effect, he'd seen very little, just glimpses of flesh, a thigh, too much bosom. Picture the 70's.
He went to church on Sundays with his mother. Her skirts were always tight on her, so he was torn between checking out the ladies in the choir, or leaving his hand on his mother's thigh, and pulling her skirt up to her panty limit. She never stopped him because she obviously didn't want to create a distraction, and sometimes he made her so hot she felt her juices trickling down her thighs.
Analyzing the women in the choir was his idea of fun. Imagine the women's lips wrapped around a stiff cock, while they sang. Could a woman sing while she's nibbling on a cock? Why not? Notice the heaving of their bosoms under the choir gowns. Although they looked like saints when they sang 'how great Thou art!' every woman in that choir loved having their pussy licked. There was no doubt in his mind about that!
Robbie didn't believe in discrimination. He enjoyed watching any activity you could call salacious. Two dogs fucking was as good to him, as watching two spinsters engaged in cunnilingus. The best thing about a dog fucking was, once it's over, it's over! No wedding vows and no husband getting bored and having to look for new talent. A dog wasn't selective. What makes Robbie special is he's not tattooed and he doesn't use drugs. Other than being a mother fucker, he's a model citizen!
He found himself one day cutting across Mrs. Cipriani 's back yard, looking for targets of opportunity. No, he didn't have a military mind, but the idea made sense to him!
Silvia Cipriani was a forty-three-year-old widow who lived alone except for her son and two cats. Her husband was killed by a drunk driver over ten years ago, and she was left with a son, a 22 year-old jazz musician. Since he travelled with a show band, he was on the road most of the time.
Because of her position as a teacher, she dressed plainly and wore her hair in a bun like someone's immigrant grandmother. She certainly didn't feel old and, beneath what amounted to a disguise, she didn't look old. Silvia was a high school teacher, and a bisexual lesbian. She taught biology and sex-ed, which was appropriate for her state of mind. Sex education in the 60's was minimal and so he learned about life from his buddies in the pool hall.
Checking herself in the bathroom mirror after an early lunch, Silvia assured herself again that she was one hot female. She stood with her feet parted, looking down. This was something she had devised after she bought herself a hand held vanity mirror. This had always excited her, because on the floor she could see the way her panties fitted her crotch. She could see the noticeable bulge of her cunt, the little indentation as they pulled into the split of her rounded, swelling ass.
She didn't know why she was so fascinated with looking at herself in this unusual way. Maybe it was a kind of voyeurism, because it was not only herself she enjoyed looking at; she enjoyed looking at others too -- especially other women!
Today, her body was as firm and voluptuous as any sex symbol you saw on TV. But because of her position and age, it was generally overlooked that she was really quite attractive. Subsequently, for the past ten years nothing had parted the thick, hairy lips of her hungry pussy but her own fingers and an occasional vegetable.
Being a high school teacher, she was always alert and had an observant mind. She had already noticed Robbie rummaging in her back yard, pretending to be looking for snakes, or frogs, or whatever it was that teenagers look for. She knew him from school.
This was her lucky day! She'd give that snoop an eyeful -- something he'd remember for the rest of his life! She wasn't worried that she'd get in trouble. It wasn't likely Robbie would tell anyone he'd been peeking, and there were no houses within view of her back yard.
Quickly stripping to her bra and panties, the hot-cunted widow opened her window and turned her back. The curtains were parted and, if the noise attracted his attention, he'd have a nice view of her plump thighs and firm, pear-shaped ass.
Robbie's eyes went wide as he crouched down with his mouth open, drinking in the unbelievable sight of Mrs. Cipriani 's meaty ass-cheeks quivering and wobbling under her stretched panties. She bent down as if to pick something up, and Robbie choked back a cry of delight. Her panties were so thin he could see the shadow of her thick, dark pussy hair!
His fingers itched to know the feel of a real cunt, and his eyes strained to see more than just the shadow. He felt his cock lengthening and hardening, and looked about. Maybe he could jerk off while watching Mrs. Cipriani!
Silvia shivered with a lust she hadn't felt in years. Her cheeks were hot and her mouth was dry, but she was determined to continue. She wished she could turn to see what Robbie was doing, but knew it was too soon. He'd just be terribly embarrassed and frightened off.
"C'mon, sonny," she whispered. "Come closer. Get a good look at a real set of boobs!"
The teenage voyeur was still squatting, but when the half-naked older woman turned and unhooked her bra, he almost fell over. He'd never seen such massive tits, not even in the girlie magazines his friends had! Mrs. Cipriani 's fleshy tits fell free, bobbing loosely on her chest.
"Oh, shit!" Robbie breathed, awestruck by the gorgeous sight. They were snow-white and heavy and looked like watermelons! And her huge nipples, dark and slightly off-center, pointed a bit downward.
Silvia stretched, pretending to yawn, and Robbie watched her heavy tits lift and slowly sway from side to side. Then she turned again, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her thin panties and slowly peeled them from the plump cheeks of her ass. Thinking of how much she was showing the lad was really turning her on.
