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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 tuzla escort 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.”

“Okay, Mom,” Kyle replied and raced out of the car. He opened the front door and yelled, “Hey, Dad,” as he fast paced up the steps. However, at the top of the landing, he paused and listened as his mother made her entrance.

“I’m back, dear.”

“What took you so long? You’ve been gone for almost an hour.”

“Yes, I know. I ran into Stef at the store, and we got into talking.”

Kyle sighed in relief as his mother spun her tale.

“Oh. So how is she doing?” his father asked.

“I guess as good as can be expected. It has only been three months since her husband passed.”

“Passed??? Hmpf… You make it sound like he died with dignity.”

“Taylor!”

“Well, it’s true. The loser did kill himself. I mean instead of facing his problems, he took the coward’s way out.”

“You can be so heartless at times,” Rachel shouted and stomped into the kitchen.

Kyle crept into his room and crashed on his bed. In the darkness, he laid and contemplated over the entire night.

Wow, I guess I was lucky. What the hell am I going to do now? If I get caught again, I might actually go to jail. Not to mention how devastated Mom would be.

But then his mind went further back. Back to what got him caught in the first place. The reason he couldn’t move from the window was from what he saw taking place inside, and his hand squeezed his groin as the images of the two displayed in his mind. Kyle closed his eyes and watched it once again unfold. The most taboo thing he ever saw. A mother and son stripped naked and fondly one another in their own living room.

He was just about to jerk off when the sounds of his parents retiring for the night could be heard, and he lay there motionless.

That was when a most devious idea popped into his head, and he whispered, “Yeah. I think I know what I could do.”

The next-day, Kyle dressed and met his parents who were already sitting at the breakfast nook and greeted them with a pleasant good morning.

“Take a seat. I’ll make you some eggs,” Rachel said.

“He can have my chair. I’d better run before I’m late. I’ll see you both tonight.”

“Okay honey.” Rachel replied as her husband rose up and kissed her cheek.

Kyle sat down and watched his mother as she cooked, and then when he heard the front door close said, “Thanks, Mom.”

“For what?”

“For lying to Dad.”

Rachel turned and looked at him very sternly and said, “I only did it because he wouldn’t be as understanding as I am. Which brings me to this. I thought about how you said it excited you, and I think I know what is happening.”

“You… you do?”

“Yes. I think your teenage hormones are getting the best of you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I think that once you mature more your sexual urges will subside. But until then, you’re going to have to learn to control them.”

“I’ll try, Mom.”

“Good.” Rachel half smiled, and went back to cooking.

Kyle was happy that his mother wasn’t pissed anymore but her words struck a nerve, and he could help but drill on them inside his mind. Mature more? tuzla escort bayan She still thinks I’m a kid. I bet if my cock was pounding in her; she wouldn’t say that. Huh? Now why did I think that?

Kyle looked back at his mom and for the first time took notice of how nice and firm her round ass appeared under her very formal black skirt. His eyes then trailed down lower and admired her sleek, well-toned calves and thought. She does have a very attractive backside.

Rachel turned around holding a plate in her hands and leaned forward, placing it in front of her son.

“Here you go,” she said, but as she lifted herself up, she noticed his eyes beaming at her bosom, and it shocked her.

Did he just gawk at my breast? she thought as her left hand clutched her blouse and closed the gap in the material.

Shit! She caught me, Kyle thought and quickly looked down at his plate and replied, “Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.”

Kyle shoveled his eggs down and dashed from the table.

“K, Mom. Thanks again.”

“No dallying after school. I want you to come straight home. I have a shoot this evening and don’t want to worry if you’re out getting into trouble.”

“Aw, Mom. I told you I won’t.”

“Kyle, just do this to give me a piece of mind.”

“Fine, Mom. I’ll rush right home.”

“Thank you.”

Kyle left for class but waited outside the school and watched as his classmates entered the building. It was then that he spied the son from the other night and he slowly approached him.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Kyle said as he cut the boy off.

“Do I know you?”

“No. Not really. I was the person that the cops had in the car the other night.”

“Oh so you’re the fucking pervert that was looking into our house. I should just kick your ass right now.”

“You can try. But even if you do kick my ass, what’s going to stop me from telling everyone what you’re doing with your mother?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t play stupid. I saw both of you. On the couch. You want me to give you a play by play?”

“Who’s to say people would believe you?”

“That is also true. But I wonder what your father might actually think if he was to find out. I noticed he wasn’t around that night.”

“Okay… So what the fuck do you want?”

“Well. Don’t take this the wrong way. But I can’t get caught spying again. So if you don’t mind, I’d like you to film your mother and you when you’re having sex.”

“What! Fuck that’s just twisted. And besides I don’t think my mother would ever agree to do that.”

“So do it without her knowing.”

“I… I guess I can do that. But what’s stopping you from showing the video to others?”

“Really, I’m not like that. I promise it will be only for me. I just feel it would help curb my fetish.”

“You’re sick, dude. But okay. I’ll agree to this. Just know it might be some time before I can get you a video. My father came home last night.”

“Oh… Did I say a video? I meant a couple of them.”

“A couple!”

“Well, yeah. Is that a problem?”

“I guess not.” The boy sighed and then said, “I really don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“Sorry, you don’t. But if it’s any consolation, I do feel terrible about asking you to do this.”

“Yeah. Well just remember a couple of times and that’s it,” the boy grumbled.

“I give you my word,” Kyle said and watched as the boy huffed angrily past him.

That evening as Kyle’s waited for supper time, his sexual urges returned. After meeting with the boy, he couldn’t help but think back to what he saw and like an itch you couldn’t scratch, he finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Mom has that photo shoot. Maybe I can sneak out after she leaves? Oh but what if she calls to check on me. Shit. Oh I know.

“Hey Mom, alright if I go see Randy while he’s home?”

Rachel looked puzzled at him but knew if she said no, her husband would question as to why, so hesitantly she replied, “Ok, dear. And while you’re there, tell Stef I said hi. Oh and don’t be late. It is still a school night.”

“I won’t.” Kyle snickered under his breath and headed out on his voyeuristic adventure.

It just so happened that before Rachel left for her modeling job, her friend called and Rachel asked, “So are the boys catching up?”

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t Kyle there?”

“No I haven’t seen him.”

That son of a bitch lied, she thought and then realized what he was probably up to.

“Listen, Stef. Let me call you back.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes. I’ll fill you in later.”

“Okay, I have something to discuss with you also.”

“Alright,” Rachel quickly replied before hanging up the phone and rushing towards the door.

“Who was that?” her husband asked as he sat in his favorite chair and watched another game.

Thinking quickly, Rachel replied. “They’re starting the shoot early, I have to hurry.”

“Oh my god, Rachel. I told you before you don’t have to do that anymore.”

“Jesus, Taylor. I realize that. But what escort tuzla part of ‘I like the extra money’ are you missing?”

Rachel saw her husband roll his eyes as she walked out the door.

Now where could he have gone? she thought as she walked down the street.

Two blocks north, Kyle was slipping through backyards, looking for any window that might hold a good opportunity, when suddenly he spied a light flicker on two houses away. Kyle crouched down and quickly made his way up to the house. His head hung below the windowsill as he patiently eased it up higher. His eyes emerged over the sill, and he whispered, “Bingo!” when a girl a little older than his age came into view. His hand dropped down to his dick as the girl started to remove her bright-red, knee-high skirt from her slim waist.

Kyle unzipped his pants and had just released his stiffing manhood free when a hand firmly grabbed his shoulder, and he jumped.

“What the fuck are you doing?” his mother harshly said in a loud whisper.

“Mom!”

“Jesus, Kyle. Put that back!”

Kyle looked down and sure enough there was his cock standing at attention and he made an attempt to tuck it back into his trouser but had trouble doing so, since his mother was pulling him away from the house.

“I can’t believe this. I trusted you and this is how you show me respect.”

“Mom!!! Please you’re hurting me! Slow down.”

When Rachel finally had her son on the sidewalk, she turned, shook her finger and yelled, “You’re so fucking grounded now!”

“Grounded? Mom you can’t ground me. I’m an adult now.”

“Oh, so you think you’re an adult. How does living on the street sound to you?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. If you’re not going to listen to me, then out you go. Oh, and as for your father finding out about this, I guess we’ll see what he does.”

“Mom… You know he’d kill me.”

“Maybe a good smack is what you need. I tried to reason with you, but obviously it didn’t work.”

“Listen, Mom. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help it. The craving was too great. Honest. I did try.”

“I told you this morning what your hormones would do.”

“I know, Mom. I know. Maybe I’m just too weak.” Kyle replied dropping his head and openly sobbing.

Rachel sighed and hugged him. Then put her right hand on top of his bowed head and whispered, “It’s ok, baby. Mommy will try to help you through this,” and lovingly kissed his forehead.

Kyle hugged her back as he sniveled, but as he did his body responded to her firm breast that pressed into his chest, and it excited him. Without thinking, he instinctively pulled her tighter and lunged his groin forward smashing it into her mound, and he groaned.

Rachel felt his stiff pole and pushed him back. She was astonished at first but heard him mumble, “Sorry, Mom.”

“It’s… It’s ok, honey. Let’s just go home.”

On the walk back home Rachel looked at her boy and thought. How can I help him? There must be something that I can do.

Kyle walked with his head down and when they were a block away from the house, he pleaded, “You going to tell Dad?”

“No. But you are still grounded. At least until I figured out a way to get you through this.”

“Okay, Mom. Oh wait! Did you miss your photo shoot?”

“Yes I did.”

“Aww, Mom. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Your father didn’t want me to be doing that anymore anyways.”

“But Mom. You liked doing that.”

“Yeah, I did. But I’m sure since I didn’t cancel they’re not going to want me anymore.”

“Mom, what if you hurried to the place?”

“Kyle, I would be an hour late. I couldn’t show up now.”

“Please, Mom. You have to try. It would kill me if I’m the reason you lost your job.”

Rachel sighed and said, “Okay. But you’re coming with me.”

“Sure, Mom. I understand.”

When they got to their house, Rachel whispered, “I hope your father doesn’t hear me just leaving now. I don’t know what excuse I could use that he would believe.”

Kyle replied, as they opened the car door, “Don’t worry, Mom. When he’s watching a game he’s too engrossed to hear anything.”

“I hope so,” Rachel fired back as she got into the car. “Here goes,” she said as she started the engine and put the car in reverse.

She looked at the house and was happy when she didn’t see her husband peeking out the window as she put the car in drive.

Kyle looked back at the house as his mother drove away and said, “See. He didn’t hear a thing.”

Rachel hurried across town and pulled up to the studio. The set director was just leaving when she flagged him down and said, “I’m so sorry I’m late. I had car trouble.”

“Well I don’t know, Rachel. The crew just packed up for the night. We had already called a replacement for tomorrow.”

“I understand,” Rachel sighed and turned to walk away but then heard, “Let me see if the crew is willing to set up again.”

“Oh thank you. Thank you,” Rachel replied as she shook his hand vigorously.

The crew agreed, and Rachel got ready while her son waited by the sidelines. Little did he realize how this would affect him.

Rachel came out of the dressing room wearing a long, very seductive black formal gown. The slit on the left side went up to her upper thigh, and Kyle’s mouth dropped open.

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