Okay, I'll admit it. I'm a peeping mom. My grown son Alan lives with me (I'm a single mother) and I sneak peeks at him whenever I get a chance.
It all began about a year ago when I went into his bedroom looking for dirty laundry. I could hear the shower running, and it made me smile to hear him whistling happily. To my surprise, I found myself holding one of his dirty shirts to my nose. I inhaled deeply, and a vision of my son, wet from the shower, completely naked, came to my mind. At the same time, my nipples stiffened, and a warmth began to spread from my crotch to my whole body.
I was thinking of my own son "that way"! I was shocked not only at my fantasies but even more at my reaction to them, but then I realized that it wasn't the first time by any means, just the first time I'd allowed myself to become fully aware of it. I started to be good and leave the room quickly. Then I thought, maybe if I actually had a look at him naked, I'd come to my senses and stop thinking about him. I crept over to the bathroom door, opened it just a little, and peeked inside. I could just see the outline of his naked body in the shower.
At first, I couldn't quite make out what he was doing. It looked like he was just washing his prick and balls. But then I realized that nobody washes themselves for that long. No, the more I looked the more sure I was that my son was jerking off in the shower.
My whole body was burning with desire. I tiptoed out of my son's room and back to my own bedroom. As the vision of my son's cock half-seen through the frosted glass of the shower danced through my mind, I brought myself to a quick, hard climax.
I wound up staying in my room for the rest of the evening. I told Alan I had a sick headache and to leave me alone. In fact, though, my head was filled with feverish visions of my son pumping his dick, my son cradling his balls, my son shooting off a huge load against the shower door. I found my hand between my legs several more times before I finally collapsed into an exhausted sleep.
Instead of making anything better, that night was the start of everything. I peeped at my son every chance I got. I caught sight of him naked several times, and his manhood was everything I had hoped that first night that it would be. Getting to see him making use of it, though, that was more difficult. Finally, though, I had a plan.
While getting ready for a date, I dropped one of my rings down the sink drain accidentally on purpose. I called my neighbor, who happens to be a plumber, to come help me. (I know he would be glad to cheat on his wife with me, but I'm simply not interested in him that way.) While he was retrieving the ring, Alan naturally couldn't get ready for his date, so he had to use the spare bathroom in the basement. And I was all ready, lying on the grass outside the small basement window that could show me everything!
My son's face was a twisted mask of lust as he fucked his fist. I was fully dressed to go out, but I had left off my panties so that I could touch my pussy. He did indeed fondle his balls with his other hand, just as in my fantasies, but when I saw him let go and snake one finger up his asshole, that's when I came right there, not caring who might possibly see me.
