The Love Shared

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When you have a boring family like mine, you get creative. I’m not sure if it happens with everyone, but creativity hits you when you are at the very peak of boredom. Being a teenager in a neighbourhood like this one, you get to spend a lot of your time staring out of the window, especially when Fayes home.

Faye was a girl that lived in the house opposite, and her family was almost the same ratio as my own, except for the fact that I had a nine year old sister. She lived with her parents and went to the same school as I did, though she was in the same year as me, we never communicated. Only exchanging the occasional hello/how are you whenever we passed in the street. She didn’t know it, and thank god, but she was my hobby.
I would spend countless evenings sitting at the far end of my darkened bedroom, staring through my telescopic lens at her in her bedroom. She would spend most of her nights sat on her bed, either talking on the phone or using it to text. I had a perfect view of her from here, and I always silently thanked what ever force it was that was at work in keeping me undetected.

My mother was a pretty good woman, a hard working house wife that was in her mid-thirties. Dad was the bread winner, working long hours doing who knows what at an office located who knows where. My sister was an annoyance, but she always kept out of my room, so she wasn’t all bad. As I began to discover my hormones I noticed that my mothers were at a high level and my Dad’s were not. I could sometimes see the frustration in her eyes whenever he dragged his ass through the door, slumped down onto the couch and halfway through a beer; fall asleep.

She would do what she could to pamper herself and make herself look appealing, curling her long brown hair and taking at least an hour to do her make up, but the only thing he had his eyes on were the back of his own skull whilst snoozing on the couch.

Faye was a beautiful red head, with a figure that would make a man cry himself to sleep to only then dream of being able to touch a body like hers. She was perfect in all the right areas, but then that may just be my hormones speaking. Her mother wasn’t too bad either, also a red head. In fact, I think her Dad was too. It was a good job Faye came out red haired, any other colour and her Dad might have been walking.

I remember this night in particular as the beginning of the rest of my life, I was sat in my usual spot peering through my lens when I saw Faye walk into her bedroom, and immediately I noticed the change. She was blonde! She had died her damn hair and I couldn’t make up my mind whether I liked it or not. I had spent months staring at her and fantasising about the things I would do to her, the thought of shooting my cum-load into her flaming red hair had even came to mind at some point. The red locks were one of the things that separated her from the other bimbo’s at school, and now it seemed she was joining them.
I opened my bedroom door and went into the bathroom to splash some water onto my face when my mother came out of her bedroom wearing her pink silk night gown.
”Sweetie, you okay?” she asked me, I must’ve looked as dejected and down as I felt. ”I think so, a girls I like has changed the one thing about her that made her unique from the others. And I don’t know if I like her any more.” I told her honestly.
”Aw sweets, there’s more than one girl out there that’s unique.” she said. ”Well,” I huffed, ”She’s the only one I’ve seen that has held my attention.” I said.
I wasn’t a bad looking kid by some of the standards, I was unique in my own right. I didn’t follow the latest trends and I didn’t watch the same TV shows as everyone else. It wasn’t through choice or anything like that, I was into my own things. I wasn’t a hugely popular kid, but at the same time I wasn’t a complete nobody. I was a middle guy, me and my group of mates were essentially nobodies that everyone knew. While others played football, we’d play cards. It was more entertaining, at least to us.
My mother took a step forward and held out her arms for a hug, I figured why not, and responded by wrapping my arms around her waist. My head was brought into her chest and her robe opened a little, another inch or so and I’d be eye-to-eye with nipple. My mothers nipple. I did what I could to avert my gaze, but my eyes kept coming back to the same spot. The smooth spot of skin that surrounded her areola, it was reflecting the light and I felt as though I needed to either pee or stroke one out.
I pulled my head away and looked up into her wide brown eyes, she leaned her head forward a little and planted a kiss on my forehead. ”I’m not that old Mom,” I said as I reached my head up and pecked her on the lips. She jerked her head back a little, ”My little man, growing up fast,” she said. I smiled up at her, ”But not too fast.” I promised.
I pulled away from her and saw her robe open a little more, and I quickly realised that I should stop trying to get a peek of nipple but to grab a peek of her landing strip. But before I could she pulled her robe shut and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Damn, what the fuck was I thinking?

I turned to go back into my room and saw Bobbie stood right in front of me. She had her pyjamas on and seemed annoyed at the very sight of me, ”You kissed Mommy’s mouth.” she said.
”Yeah, so?” I asked as I went back into my bedroom, ”That’s what a good child does, love his Mommy.’ I told her, her stern expression didn’t change as I closed the door.
I sat back down in my usual chair, and peered through the lens once again. She was dashing back an fourth in her room with a towel wrapped around her, she stopped for a moment as her bedroom door opened and her Dad appeared. They talked for a moment until she walked out of view, I then saw him walk up to her bed and pick something up. I adjusted the focus on the telescope and could see that it was something pink, something fabric-like. He raised it up to his face and took what looked like a big long sniff.
Her father was sniffing her underwear.
He dropped her underwear back down onto the bed and left the room, just as she re-appeared and closed the door behind him. More and more I was starting to get the sense that I really should have a hidden camera somewhere in that bed room. But I had no chance of getting in there, or getting a small camera for that matter. It would be perfect, I could sit at my computer and watch from a perfect angle all the things that went on inside that room. God, that would be perfect. If only.


I was almost home, the day had seemed to drag it’s heels right from the moment the first bell at school rang. I couldn’t wait to get home and spend the weekend doing absolutely nothing. As well as a break from school, the weekend was also a break from the spy game. I didn’t use my telescope at all during the weekend, as I needed a couple of days without blue balls and cold showers.
So the weekends were dedicated to doing whatever I wanted, whether that was hanging with friends or sitting in and parking my ass in my favourite chair in front of the TV to play some games.
I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, Mom was in the middle of washing the dishes when she turned her head in my direction, ”Hey sweetie, guess what?” she asked.
”What’s up Mom.” I replied, ”I was talking to Pamela earlier, you know, who lives opposite?” her tone was playful yet my gut was telling me that something bad was going to happen.
”Well she was saying that your school has a pretty big history test coming up, and apparently Faye is struggling with history. You know her daughter Faye right? Blonde girl who used to be a red head?” I could smell her sarcasm like I could smell the dogs turd stewing out in the garden whenever I walked through the back door. ”Yes, I know Faye.” I replied.
”So I mentioned that you weren’t doing anything this weekend and could probably go round and help her out. Like, tutor her or something.” she said with a smile, such a cocky smile.
”Mom, I haven’t finished Arkham yet and was hoping to this weekend.” I told her. She looked a little confused by this for some reason, ”Really? I thought all you did was star gaze through that telescope of yours.” she answered.
”Your sarcasm is so thick you can cut it with a knife.” I told her.
”I don’t know what you mean, dear. Besides I can’t do it, because I have to take Bobbie shopping tomorrow for some bra’s.” she said.
”Bra’s?” I said loudly, Mom turned back to look at me, ”You know that girls start to where them at her age, right?”
”Christ,” I replied, ”That’s all this house needs, another bag of hormones!”
She laughed a little, but then I think she realised that Saturday night was going to be her latest attempt at getting some off of Dad. She certainly seemed to need it, since I said about the hormones she had been wiping the same glass up and down for about three minutes.
I got to my feet and slid my arms around her waist from behind, she puffed a sigh as I rested my head between her shoulder blades. She took off the washing gloves and ran her hands over mine, she then broke my grip and turned to face me, re-joining my hands at her lower back. She brushed my hair off of my forehead and looked into my eyes.
”I’m so glad I have you, Doc. You always know what I want most, and yes sometimes, it is just a hug from the boy I love.”
She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and pulled me into her, her chin resting on top of my head and my face once again in her chest. Her shirt was unbuttoned down to just below her bra line. I could see right into her top, her blue laced bra supporting her ample sized breasts.
”Mom,” I started, ”Don’t take this the wrong way, but what size are you?” I asked. If there was ever going to be a time to talk to you Mother about breast sizes, this was going to be it. I wasn’t sure what her reaction was as I couldn’t see her face, but she answered, ”Thirty six D. why’d you ask?”
I thought for a moment about what the best possible answer was going to be, ”They’re comfy.” I said. It made her chuckle, ”Well that’s one for me then.” she said.
I released my hands and keeping one hand at the base of her back I brought my other hand to her front, I reached up and cupped one of her breasts, I then gave it a slight squeeze.
”Feels good too.” I said.
”That’s two for me then.” she said with a very serious tone. The laughter had gone from her voice, I wasn’t sure if it was replaced by concern, fear or lust. All I knew was that I held firmly in my hand my Mothers breast and it felt good. It felt so good that my other hand dropped down a little to the small of her back, then a little more until it was resting on her buttocks.
I began feeling a rush of blood, it was draining my brain and filling my penis. It was also having an effect on my Mother, as she had brought one of her arms around and lifted my head by the chin, she slowly leaned forward staring into my eyes. As she got closer to my face her eyes closed, it happened so fast, and yet it was as if time had stopped. A day or so ago the only woman in my life that I wanted was Faye, but it all changed right there and then as Mom’s lips touched mine. Her flowing brown hair faded as my eyes closed, all there was in that moment was the darkness and her lips.

They touched once, twice and for a third time before meeting for a longer period of time. Her mouth opened slightly and her warm tongue came forward, my grip on her breast tightened and she moaned into my mouth. Her hand held the back of my head while her other pulled open her shirt, my hand cupped her bra as she now had both hands on my head. Holding me in place as our tongues danced a very forbidden dance.
We heard the front door slam shut and broke away from one another, she turned around to face the sink as I quickly sat back at the table, my erection was hurting as it pushed against the fabric of my trousers.