Kathy Bradshaw was angry with her teenage son and really felt like scolding him for what he had done.
Nathan Bradshaw was eighteen years old and proved himself to be quite a lazy boy. Ever since his father had left, he had spent most of his time slouching around the house and doing very little with himself . Kathy was pleased that he had not left school and had decided to stay on at college, but apart from that he didn't appear to be of much use at all. She did not like his lazy, self-indulgent attitude to life, but this time he had done something which had really quite got under skin.
Kathy was thirty seven years of age and a very attractive woman. She was in great shape and worked out at her local gym, three times a week. Because of her fitness, she looked in her twenties and people often mistook her for Nathan's older sister. She had one other child, Gary who was nineteen and had recently left home and moved into his own flat. Nathan, being the youngest, had always been treated as the favourite, but it was Gary whom she secretly adored the most. He was her first-born and that in itself was something special. Not only that, he had got himself a job and a nice girlfriend. Nathan, on the other hand, she feared had been spoilt. It was about time that he got had a little discipline.
What Nathan, had done, she had discovered was almost unthinkable. It was that wretched camera of his. She had the found the picture by mistake, but it had shocked her when she had seen it. She felt that she really ought to say something to him, but found it difficult to do so. Instead, she had two days in which to think of a more appropriate way to deal with the situation.
What had happened and what the photograph was is something of a story in itself.
Nathan had been at home one night, about a month previously and his mother had come home a little tipsy. She kissed him on the cheek as she usually did and then she had decided to go to bed. Making him promise that he wouldn't be too long himself, as he had college in the morning, Nathan had agreed and it was only twenty minutes or so later that he made the decision to climb the stairs himself and go and get some sleep. He noticed that the light was still on in his mother's room and that the bathroom door was locked and the light was on in there too. He had wanted to use the toilet, but now realized that he would have to wait until his mother came out. He went into his bedroom and started playing with his new camera. He liked his camera and he enjoyed photography. He still had the camera in his hand when he heard the toilet flush and then the sound of the bathroom door being opened.
"Mum," he cried, "is that you? Have you finished in there?" There was no answer. With his camera still strapped around his neck, he carefully opened his bedroom door. Peering through his door he saw his mother emerge from the bathroom. However, he did not expect to see what he did see and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he did so.
His mother was wearing her pyjamas as usual, but whether it because she was drunk, or whether it was for some other reason, he did not know, she appeared to have some sort of wardrobe malfunction. She did not notice that Nathan could see her because he had not opened his door much more than a small amount. He was also very quiet. He had noticed that her pyjama top had not been fastened to the top, but only the lower buttons were fixed. Her cleavage was on display and her breast was wobbling as she walked. It wobbled so much, in fact that her nipple had escaped free from its covering and now was in clear view.
Nathan, as far as he could remember had never seen his mother naked before, in fact he never recalled ever seeing her, even in her underwear. Apart from her pyjamas or a dressing gown, he had never really seen much of his mother's flesh at all and much to his surprise and his shame he started to become aroused at what he saw. His mother's breasts were very beautiful and quite large for such a slim woman. He had never noticed her sexually before but this one night was to change everything. His mother walked past his room and was too drunk to notice anything at all. Nathan quickly ducked back in his room as she approached and could feel his heart racing. He felt an erection stir in his jeans. He was about to go to bed and think about what he had seen when he suddenly remembered that his mother always went into the bathroom twice before going to bed. First she would shower and then emerge in her pyjamas and then after a minute or two she would re-emerge from her room with her toothbrush and then go and brush her teeth. Why she did not do this all in one go, he did not know, but he guessed that it was some sort of regular habit that he had picked up. He then remembered that his camera was still around his neck and a thought flashed through his filthy mind. He had already set his camera to low-light and a flash was not necessary. This was good as the flash would probably attract her attention. Apart from a faint clicking noise, the camera was fairly when taking a photograph. He decided to chance it. He quickly made sure that everything was ready for him to take a photo. He was shaking so much with excitement that his fingers were fumbling all over the controls. He had to be quick and he had just made it as he heard her come out of her room again.
Hoping and praying that she wouldn't have noticed that her top was loose, he waited for his chance. There she was and as he had wished her tit was still hanging out. He quickly took aim and snapped his shot, quickly disappearing behind his door in case she had seen or heard anything. He heard the bathroom door close and cursed his luck. "Damn," he thought to himself, "I've missed my chance." But then he thought to himself, "if I'm patient, I can wait for her to come back out."
He waited patiently and he heard the tap running. Then he heard a brief gushing sound.
"Ah, fuck," he heard his mother say. This surprised Nathan as he had never even heard her swear before.
Soon enough he heard the lock click and then the door open and what he saw was beyond even his wildest dreams. His mother had noticed her pyjama top and had adjusted her buttons but, she walked out of the bathroom without wearing her bottoms. She was clutching them in her hand. She must have splashed them by mistake. That was why he had heard the gushing tap which had obviously been turned the wrong way and had sprayed her. That was why he had heard her curse. She must have thought that Nathan had gone to bed and decided to take her chance. What really struck her son though was the fact that she didn't wear knickers and the sight of her beautiful hairy bush was fantastic to behold. He clicked his camera despite his unsteady hand and then as she walked past his door he photographed her arse. It was a sight to behold too. Smooth and round it was like a beautiful nectarine waiting to be kissed. Nathan noticed that she was visible from behind too and between her legs he could see the hairs of her cunt that trailed down from the front and underneath. Then he saw no more of her that night. She entered her room and closed the door. Nathan was shaking with excitement. He checked the photographs. None of them were perfect but all were clear and he quickly undressed and got into bed. He masturbated frantically and came very quickly. With some feelings of guilt he then turned out the light and went to sleep.
Kathy did not discover any of this until a few weeks later. Nathan had made the mistake of printing the photos out on his computer. Although he knew that his mother frequently cleaned his room, after all he was too lazy to do it himself, what he didn't know was to what extent she would pry into his belongings. She had already found certain magazines in his wardrobe and although these had shocked her at first, she had decided not to say anything to him as she realized that this was part of growing up and realizing that her son was now turning into a man, she had decided to ignore the matter. She carefully replaced the magazines though that he could not tell that she had discovered them and as a result he was non the wiser. When she found some of his photos, however at first she was pleased, believing that this was one hobby where her son could exercise his talents. When she found the photos that he had taken of her though, her attitude changed.
At first, she wasn't sure what they were and then she recognized the house and the landing. Next she realized that the photos were of her. The first photo could be excused. It looked almost accidental. The fact that her breast had escaped from her top was a little embarrassing, but it could be seen that Nathan might have taken it as a joke. The next photo confirmed that it was no joke and she felt very vexed to see photos of herself naked from the waist down. She wasn't sure what to think. She hadn't been too drunk to remember that night and she did remember wetting her trousers. She never walked around the house naked, at least not when anyone else was there and she was surprised that Nathan had seen this. She had been sure that he had gone to bed. What was he playing at? Had he done this before? Was he a little spy who frequently peeped on his mother? What was more sinister, however were his motives. Did he just like to see his mother humiliated or worse still was something that she could hardly bring herself to think of. Was he turned on by the sight of his own mother? This upset her quite a lot but the next day her distress had turned to anger and she decided that her peeping tom of a son needed teaching a lesson. If this sort of thing turned him on then, he was going to get the surprise of his life. If his own mother could turn him on, then turn him on she would.
She could learn to enjoy this and then perhaps that good-for-nothing peeping-tom son of hers would soon get the message that this sort of thing was just not healthy. She was used to dominating men, her good-for-nothing husband had been a wimp until he had decided to run away for good and maybe Nathan would be a little more easier to push around if she found a way to control him. All she had to do now was to walk out a plan of action, but it had to be done in stages. First, she had to find if any of this true and if he really did fancy his mother, next she had to start his lesson in stages. She didn't want to go too far too soon. It could backfire.
When Nathan arrived home from college that evening, his mother already had plans for him.
"Nathan," she said to him, "I need to do some of your laundry would you bring down your dirty washing please?"
"Aw, Mum," he replied, "I've just got in. Can't it wait?"
"No now please, Nathan," she replied quite sternly. I'm in a hurry."
Nathan sighed then went upstairs, gathered all his dirty underpants, socks, tee-shirts and jeans and brought them downstairs. He went int the kitchen and put them in the basket beside the washing machine. Then he returned to the lounge.
"The jeans that you are wearing as well please, Nathan," said Kathy.
"Come on, Mum you're joking aren't you?"
"No I'm not ," replied his mother, "they look filthy to me, please take them off."
Nathan gave out another sigh and took off his jeans. His mother took them from him ready to put them in the basket.
"What am I going to wear tonight?" he moaned, "I'm supposed to be going out."
"Well, that's not my problem," said Kathy, "I'm not stopping you going out if you want to."
"Yes, but you've taken all my trousers now. Nothing will be washed and dried in time."
"Well, you'll have to stop in then," she replied dryly, "unless of course you want to suffer the embarrassment of going out without any on. I'll don't think you'll get very far in your underpants."
Nathan could not understand why she was doing this. She had never done anything like it before. He felt quite pissed off but there was nothing that he could do.
Kathy smiled to herself as she prepared herself for phase two.
