My story begins as a young man so growing up in a family left to survive by a cheating dad. Dad moved on to a new family and left a daughter 19 and four sons; me at 18 and three younger. Mom struggled to get by and provide with very limited support from dad. Mom worked many jobs day and night to keep food on the table for the 6 of us. Sis, unfortunately for her became the care giver when mom worked.
I remember very little from these days with mom gone off to work and sis left to tend to the younger kids. But one particular day seems vaguely stuck in my mind 40 years later. Sis was, I suppose, getting a little relief and pay for all her troubles. The brief memory was her naked on the table, very developed in every way using my moms dildo. I stayed hidden for a time and then came in sat down at my chair and pulled her over too me and performed oral sex on her. As I say the memory is vague and cloudy but I know that we both liked it very much.
As you can imagine, having such an experience with my sister, boobs and pussy were on my mind constantly. I am sure there were other encounters with my sis that I am not remembering.
My sis got pregnant young and was soon out of the house starting her life with a Vietnam vet. My brothers all moved to my dad's for unknown reasons. I now assumed the role of man-of-the-house while mom continued to work her many jobs.
I suppose mom was close to 42 now and with me beginning to work to supplement the income she managed to settle down to a single 3rd shift job. I saw little of her during these times as she would sleep afternoons when I worked. She would be getting up and ready for work about the time I was coming home for the night.
After a long days work, I was ready for bed. Ready, because I knew that the show would start shortly after I hit the sack. Mom would be drawing the bath water as I drifted off to "sleep" in the bed room just next to the bathroom. As soon as I heard the water splash (or the tinkle) I would sneak out of my bed and to the door of the bathroom where, in these days, had a skeleton keyhole perfect for spying. Day after day, I would get on my knees at the keyhole and pull my hard dick out and stoke it nearly coming each time I saw a glimpse of a boob or pussy hair. The toilet faced the door and in direct line of my peak-hole and so I often got the boob and pussy view in a single viewing. The tub, unfortunately, was off to the side just a bit but closer and so the glimpses there were fewer but much better. Funny thinking back, though, how mom would sit backwards in the tub facing the door and so much time up on her knees where I could clearly and more closely see her beautiful hairy pussy. Funny too, remembering that the hot water bag douching was done with legs wide apart and even up on the tub edge and the perfect prolonged view that made. Full dark bush with full pouting wet pussy lips topped by a big clit With the douching came the gushing release of this fluid and the spasms that went along with this daily ritual. She must have had a squeaky clean pussy, although no one was visiting to appreciate it. I am sure now that it was the closest thing to sex she was getting and pure pleasure.
Mom cleaned for a living and when she wasn't making a living she cleaned some more. After her bath or in the wee hours of the morning on the days she did not work she was up and cleaning something. Til mid-night and again at 4 AM.
Of course, I was sleeping. This freedom allowed mom to go back and forth from kitchen to bedrooms to bath with very little or nothing at all on. When I first learned of this little treat, I tried my hardest to stay awake but try just as hard to appear asleep. Some nights I even took a pocket mirror to bed with me so that I could face the wall but still she her and less inhibited than if I were facing the hall. I was glad to be awakened by a nightmare or storm as these were better shows than those through the bathroom keyhole. Seeing all of her head to toe naked and not trying to cover anything at all.
