My Voyeur Mom

VOYEUR MOM

Hardin stepped off the bus and surveyed his
surroundings. As he looked about the once familiar terrain
in the rapidly waning light of dusk, he reached up and
pulled his shirt collar away from his neck. The heat and
humidity was stifling here on the East Coast. Accustomed
as he was to the cool dry air of the Rocky Mountains where
he had spent the last two years of his life at Colorado
State University, he knew it was going to take a while to
acclimate himself to the local environment.

When his parents had divorced right after his
graduation from high school, Hardin had elected to take the
offered scholarship at CSU. Although his mother, Sharon
had begged for him to stay and go to a local college, he
felt it would be better if he left so his parents wouldn’t
be tempted to try to influence how he felt about either of
them. He still loved them both, although he was more fond
of his mother. The two of them had stayed in touch with
letters and phone calls on a regular basis. His father,
though, had seemed to lose all interest in Hardin and his
life.

“So be it,” he thought to himself as he pondered how
his mother was going to react to his surprise visit. For
a moment he considered calling her and perhaps getting her
to pick him up at the bus depot.

“Nah, it is only five miles and I think I’ll walk it,”
He mumbled softly as he hefted his duffel bag over his
shoulder.

As he walked his thoughts turned back to his last
visit with her at Christmas, just six short months ago.
His cock twitched as he remembered the vision of his 41
year old mother in a tight fitting denim skirt. Sharon had
lost about twenty pounds, and exercised regularly. The
divorce seemed to agree with her and she smiled often with
warmth and sincerity. Being single bothered her not in the
least. The funny thing was she didn’t seem to have any
boyfriends and didn’t appear to want any.

Hardin pondered this aberration as he strode into the
deepening darkness.

“She must be getting her needs satisfied some other
way,” He mused. “No woman that looks that good and is that
healthy would fail to have normal sexual urges.”

With a snort he berated himself for even thinking of
his mother in any sort of sexual manner. This had always
been a battle for him ever since he turned fifteen and
accidently walked in on his mother as she was putting on
her bathing suit. The image of her small, pert breasts
still loomed in his mind. Back then he often fantasized
about her as he masturbated in the late evening hours
before he finally fell asleep every night. Even though he
continued to feel guilty about these feelings, he still
found himself dreaming about her on frequent occasions.

A little less than two hours later he stood at the
front door of her little beach cottage. The house was dark
except for a bluish glow that emanated from around the
curtains in the living room. He could hear the muted sound
of the television through the oak door.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the doorbell.

Seconds later he saw the curtain move slightly as
someone peered out of the window to see who was there.
Then a saw a light come on inside and heard a brief scurry
of movement. At the same time as he saw a light come on in
what must have been a bathroom, he heard the sound of the
lock being turned in the door.

“Hmmm, someone else is here besides Mom,” He thought
as the door eased open.

Slowly a face appeared in the doorway. “My God!
Hardin? Is that reaaly you?” Sharon asked with a catch in
her voice.

“Yep, in the flesh.” Hardin affirmed with a grin.
“You gonna just peer at me through the crack in the door,
or are you gonna invite me in, Mom?” He asked.

Sharon flung the door open and opened her arms wide to
embrace her young son. As she did so, the robe she was
wearing slipped open and Hardin caught a brief glimpse of
a well rounded breast as he stepped forward. Immediately,
he cock sprang to attention as he wrapped his arms around
her and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

As he steeped back, he noticed a flush to her cheeks
and caught a faintly pungent aroma.

“Did I come at a bad time?” He asked as he watched
Sharon pull her robe back together. “Perhaps I should come
back later?”

“Nonsense!” Sharon exclaimed as she ushered him into
the room and closed the door behind him. “There is no one
else here but your Aunt Denise.”

At that moment the bathroom door opened and Denise,
Sharon’s younger sister stepped out into the living room.
Wearing only a long T-shirt, Denise walked slowly over to
Hardin and gave him a warm hug and light kiss on the cheek.
At 38, Denise looked like she had yet to see her 30th
birthday. Unlike Sharon, who spent a lot of time in the
sun and had a golden tan, Denise was fair with a peaches
and cream complexion. In many ways she bore a close
resemblance to her sister with the exception of having
short blonde hair as opposed to Sharon’s long flowing brown
tresses. Each had high cheekbones that framed full lips
and dark blue eyes. Where Sharon was lithesome, Denise was
almost buxom.