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Voyeur

I was twelve years old when I opened the door to the bathroom to use it. There my petite mom was sitting on the toilet seat with both feet pulled up resting on the seat with her head between her knees. She looked up, not appearing too shocked. She said, 'Have you ever seen a grown woman's vagina?'

I stood their looking at her wide open vulva with her index and middle fingers stroking either side of her clitoris. I, of course, did not know what a clitoris was at that time. I said, 'No.'

Then she began to give me a visual tour of her vulva. 'This is my clitoris.' She continued to stroke. It was standing up about half an inch. She pulled the sheath back exposing the head. 'See that?' She rubbed it crossways with her index finger and uttered 'uuuhh. That is the head of my clitoris, similar to the head of your penis.' Then she moved her fingers into the vaginal opening and said, 'This is my urethra.' Then she pushed two fingers into her vagina, pulled them out under tension, thrusting out her pelvis so she could get a better look also, and explained, 'That is my vagina. That is where your daddy sticks his penis when we have sexual intercourse.' Then she pushed her middle and ring finger into her vagina the full length of her fingers, and pulled them out under tension again, 'And this is the birth canal you passed through when you were born.' Then she looked at me with a quizical look and a smile, 'Do you want to stick your finger in there?'

So I tentatively stuck my finger into the opening. She grabbed my wrist and shoved my finger all the way in until my knuckles were firmly against her. Then she pulled my hand out and held it up for me to inspect. It was very wet and shiny. She said, 'That wetness is not pee. That is lubricant. That is necessary for a man and woman to have intercourse.'

She instructed me to leave the bathroom while she finished using it and then I could come in. As I was leaving she was back to stroking her clitoris between her index and middle fingers. I closed the door and then dropped down to watch through the keyhole. She was frantically moving her fingers crossways over her clitoris; her hips were moving back and forth; she began making little squeaks from her throat, and then her lower abdomen began to make quick little jerks, followed by two very pronounced jerks that nearly pulled her head down to her ankles between her raised-up legs, and she let out an extended squeak. She continued to stroke crossways for a bit and then longitudinally with clitoris between her index and middle fingers, again, slowing down and exhaling a large breath. She looked up straight into the keyhole. She smiled with a little laugh, and said, 'Did you see that? I just had an orgasm.'

I was extremely aroused. I went to my bedroom, pulled out my penis that was as hard as a spike and stroked it to a nearly dry orgasm that almost caused me to pass out. I was shocked to hear, above the ringing of my ears, mother's voice, 'Ohh, was that good?'

She explained what had just taken place was our little secret, and to be sure not to mention it to anyone. This is the first time I have related this true event, though I jacked off to the memory of it for 53 years.


Posted on: 2004-12-31 00:00:00 | Author: