I grew up in a household of women, not a bad thing if they are women other than your mom and sisters. Dad had passed when I was just 15, and he hadn't taken the time to teach me much about the birds and the bees. Up till my 18th birthday, I had learned everything I new about sex, (kissing and light through the clothing petting), from trial and error. I managed to get to 1st base, but was too shy to try for it. Thus, most chicks would find a reason to "like me as a friend", but nothing more.
I spent the summer after graduation from high school hanging around the house, goofing with friends, and making small change cutting grass. I didn't need to bring in too much cash as my mom and two older sisters all had jobs and covered most of the bills. My money made was mine to spend on beer, food, and anything else I wanted. Life was good for the most part. The only thing lacking was the need to get my rocks off by some other means, any other means, than by my own hand. The usual deal was for me to jack off to a "R" rated flick in my room after everyone else had crashed for the night. Needless to say, this began to get old after awhile. My youngest sister Sue, was 21, three years older than me and engaged to a guy who lived on the other side of town. Sue stayed with her guy most every night, permission granted reluctantly by mom. Mom worked the afternoon shift at a local hospital, and my older sister, 26 yr old Pam, was a waitress at a local upscale restaurant. Pam had been divorced from an idiot of a dude and had moved back in with mom, Sue, and me.
Mom started work at 4:00 p.m., usually leaving the house by 3:15 p.m.. My sister Pam started work most nights at about 6:00 p.m., leaving at around 5:30 p.m.. I would find myself home from work no later than 2:00 p.m. and didn't hook up with my pals till later in the evening.
I began to notice a pattern with mom and Pam, involving their bathing habits. Pam was a health nut and would head to the gym at 2:00 p.m. and return tired and sweaty at approx. 4:00 p.m.. Mom is a bath person and would start her routine at 2:30, undressing in her room, wrapping herself with a large towel, then entering the master bath and closing the door before getting in the tub. I began to find myself getting very curious about how mom looked in the buff, I felt this curiosity somewhat wrong, but still it chewed at me. Once I faked a semi emergency which caused me to "need" to enter her bathroom without notice. I had hoped to get a look at her full breasts, 38CC, (found this out by checking her bra size in the laundry). Mom managed to cover her breasts with her arms quickly, preventing my seeing her tits. However, in her haste to cover her beautiful melons, she left her genital area exposed revealing her pubic mound through the somewhat cloudy water.
What caught my eye that day was what wasn't there! Mom was completely shaved around her pussy. Mom saw my gaze drop to her genital area and she used a wash rag to cover up. Mom regained her composer, and in a act of complete control dropped her arms from her ample breasts, looked me in the eye, and asked if there was a problem. By this point I could not help staring at her breasts, stammered something about a wrong number phone call, then said that it wasn't really important and began to leave the room. Mom asked me to hold on, then she half scolded me by saying to never come into her bath again without knocking. I mumbled OK, still staring at her great tits as I turned to leave. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples had become stiff and inviting during this brief encounter, and I swear mom had a hint of a grin on her face when I took one last look into her bath as I closed the door.
I was certain that I was in big trouble because of my little ploy, but mom caught me totally off guard when she gave me a tighter than usual hug before leaving for work. I think that perhaps there was a extra button undone on her blouse that warm summer day as well.
Well since the first voyeur attempt of mine didn't completely go bad, I thought that I might try again when Pam got home and had to shower before heading off to work. Pam normally came home from the gym and showered, said she didn't like to use a public showers, or something like that. Mom's bath was hers alone, and the rest of us used the second bath located between my room and the one shared by my sisters. Pam would normally get home from the gym, strip down on her way to her room, finish undressing her underclothing in her room, then head for the shower. I never dared to try to catch a peek at her as Pam always intimidated me with her self confidence and the way she would tease me about my dating habits, or lack there of. Although she would tease, I always got the feeling that Pam understood my lack of confidence when it came to chicks. Today I would do my best to get a look at my oldest sister's hard, sexy body!
Now I must say that Pam and my mom, Joan, for those who like names, are built very much alike, both are 5-8 take good care of themselves, and must be considered very hot! Mom is softer and a bit more full figured, but very good looking for her 46 years of age. Pam is about the same size as mom clothing wise, but much more firm from working out.
I had just managed to get over what had happened with my mother and her bath when Pam came rushing in the door. It was now 5:30 p.m. and Pam was running late. My sister was stripping as she went through the living room where I was watching a boring baseball game and she never said a word. I heard Pam hurrying around her room, the shower then started and when I dared take a look in that direction I saw Pam leave her room with a towel held in front of her covering all the interesting parts. What the towel did not hide however was my sister's cute ass as she turned the corner into the bathroom. The shower doors were then heard closing.