All characters are purely fictional. All parties in the story are18 years or older.
I would like to greatly thank kjplotts and Chasp for taking the time to review and edit my story
Kyle Smith was your average 18-year-old boy. His skinny build and 5'-6" height didn't make him a hit with the ladies, but that didn't bother him much. You see, Kyle's true fetish was not engaging in sex himself, but from actually watching others without their knowledge.
Deviously, he ventured out at night and strolled through the neighborhood, peeking into any window he hoped might get him a glimpse of some sexy young nude woman, or maybe a couple that might be engaging in some kind of passionate sex. Yes, Kyle suffered from Peeping Tom Syndrome. However, all that was going to change tonight.
"Don't move!" A voice yelled out of the darkness, as he stood by a window pane, caught with his cock in his hand.
A bright light hit him square in the face, as he turned unhurriedly and then heard, "Put that back in your pants and step this way slowly."
Kyle tried to block the beaming light with his left hand, while he forcefully shoved his tool back into his trousers.
Finally, able to make out who was giving him these strict orders, he cringed, as an officer pointed a gun in his direction and announced, "Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back."
Kyle did as he was told and almost cried when he felt the handcuffs tightening on his wrists.
The officer helped him to his feet and escorted him to the squad car, where he waited and thought,
Holy fuck am I dead.
Kyle watched as the officer knocked on the couple's door he had spied on and then engaged in a very long conversation with them.
Finally, when the officer returned to the car and got inside the driver seat. He explained, "You're very a lucky young man. The woman doesn't want to press charges. However, I think your parents should be aware of what took place here tonight."
"Yes, sir," Kyle croaked, as the lump in his throat grew bigger.
Rachel (Kyle's mother) was a very loving parent. At 42, she carried herself very well. With her slim build and bubbly breast, it was no wonder she was still a very popular clothes model for the local ad agencies. Rachel liked to keep her brunette hair very long and straight, which went nicely with her deep-blue eyes.
Kyle's father, 'Taylor,' on the other hand, was harsher towards him. Always finding some fault with anything he or others had done. Unlike his mother, at 50 his father definitely showed his age. His almost pure white hair and beer gut wasn't much to look at. But then again, who would ever know, since most of his time was either spent at work or watching some kind of sports on the television.
It just so happened that on that night there was a big game showing, so when the phone rang, Rachel was the one that answered.
"Am I talking to Mrs. Smith?"
"Speaking?"
"Mrs. Smith. I'm Officer Todd. I have your son here with me at the station."
"Oh my god what happened? Is he okay?"
"He's fine. But I think it's best if you come down here and we talk."
"Is... Is he in some kind of trouble?"
"He hasn't been arrested. But he could have been."
"OH! Oh my! Okay officer. I'll be right there."
Rachel hung up the phone and wondered.
Should I tell Taylor? Maybe not. It might be best if I meet with the officer alone.
"Who was that, honey?"
"Oh only a stupid survey call. Listen, I just remembered we need milk."
"Now?"
"You want it for your coffee in the morning, don't you?"
"I guess you have a point. Oh... I'm assuming you're going yourself, right? I mean, this is an important game."
"Yes, Taylor. I figured as much. I'll be right back."
"Okay, dear."
Rachel acted nonchalant as she left the house, but once inside the car, she had trouble controlling her speed. Her mind raced with all sorts of things her son could have done and hoped none of them were true.
Finally, when she reached the station, her heart pounded hard, as she told the desk clerk that Officer Todd was expecting her.
"Hello, Mrs. Smith. Please come this way," Officer Todd said and guided her towards a small room.
Kyle saw his mother as she walked by from his holding cell and felt his body go numb.
Fuck... it's Mom. This is going to kill her,
he thought, as his eyes swelled up with tears.
Ten minutes had passed before his mother and the officer emerged from the room across the hall. Her very distraught complexion spoke volumes, as the officer approached his detention chamber.
"Your mother will take you home now. I hope you've learned your lesson."
With his head hung low, Kyle slowly shuffled out of the room and mumbled, "I have."
Kyle walked over to his mother and looked up. His eyes once again filled with tears, as he noticed how shaken she appeared and croaked, "Mom... I'm so sorry. I..."
"Not now Kyle. Let's go."
Kyle followed her out the door and into their car. They drove in complete silence for about four blocks, when Rachel finally said in a loud, cracked voice, "How could you do that?"
"Please, Mom. I said I was sorry."
"That isn't going to cut it this time, Mister! Do you know how much trouble you could have been in? In God's name, what even possessed you into doing such a thing?"
"I... I don't know."
"Was anyone else with you?"
"Mom... Please."
"Answer me, dammit!"
Kyle never heard his mother talk in such a demeanor and blurted out, "It excited me okay!"
"What! What do you mean it excited you? You some kind of a pervert? I can't believe this is happening."
Kyle just looked out the window as the car went quiet again. However, the silence was broken when his mother's soft sobbing filled the void.
"Shit!" he heard her exclaim as the car took a sudden left turn.
"Mom?"
"I told your father, I was getting milk. He isn't aware of any of this yet."
"Oh..." was all Kyle could say.
The car pulled up to a grocery store and as his mother got out said, "Stay here." Then shut the door very forcefully.
He watched as she marched into the establishment and thought,
I'm so dead when she tells Dad.
When Rachel got back, she placed the bag in the rear seat and then stepped inside herself. However, before she started the car she looked at him and in a forceful, tone said, "So how long have you been doing this?"
Kyle looked at her and replied, "Not long," and hoped she actually bought his lie.
"So should I be worried about you doing this again?"
"No, Mom. I think I learned my lesson."
Rachel sighed and said, "I hope so," and started the car. "Now when we get home, I want you to go straight to your room."
"What... What about dad?" Are you going to tell him?"
"I don't know yet."
The car pulled into the driveway, and Rachel reiterated, "Now remember what I said. Go straight to your room."
