When you were 15, your friend Pat was over for a night of computer games and some roleplaying games. Your dad was out of town, and your sister was at a friends herself, so it was just your mother in the house with the two of you.
As was Pat's goal in life - to see every woman naked - he had first turned you on to the idea of incest - specifically in your mom. Now Pat's mom was nothing special, a bit on the fat side, but Pat had picture of her - and claims that he'd had sex with her at least 'a dozen' times, but she had plenty of boyfriends, so you doubted they would put up with Patrick cutting in on them.
Now, your mom on the other hand, was always heavy on the pretty side - a good looking face, a decent enough body, and enough caring that she did well enough to keep herself looking young. She knew she had Pat's attention, and through Pat, she had mine as well.
I fault her for what happened late that night. As Pat and I were talking about moms - his mom, my mom, other moms - she stopped by the room and told us she was going to take a shower - and to get the phone if it rang. In hindsight - she never told anyone when she took a shower. She walked out of the room - in a manner Pat claimed was 'slutty'. I didn't notice - but Pat took that as an invitation to watch her shower.
And watch her shower we did.
The door to the master bedroom was open - again something she never left open when she showered - as was the door to the master bathroom. We couldn't see much in the shower, but soon enough my mother came out and started to dry off. We were standing right in the open. I couldn't believe that she couldn't see us - and perhaps she did - but she kept on drying herself. After a few long minutes - she finally looked up and peered - what seemed right through me - and went back drying herself. I got a good look at her ass and vagina after that, and soon I lost my nerve and started to flee.
It was then that mom asked if anyone was there. Patrick and I bolted.
As was typical that night - Patrick jerked off right there in front of me as we tried to go to sleep. What was different about that night, was that Patrick threatened to tell my mother than I alone had spyed on her unless I jerked him off.
I reluctantly did so, and while in the process of it, my mother walked into the bedroom. She looked at us briefly for a moment, then told us she wasn't goign to tell my father if we never snuck in on her showering again.
We both tried to deny it, but she just got more angry.
The next morning after Patrick left, I tried to talk to my mom about it - but she refused to even speak to me about anything for about a week. After that week - it was as if it never happened - until now.
As the flashback faded away, I realized that 2 hands had gone by - I must have passed out - as now my mother is fully naked - and here I am staring at a full house.
Who is my next target? |