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Peeping at Karen and Mike's mom...

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Tom49 Posted on: 15 Dec 2003 4 comments
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What are friends for if not to share the wealth...That September, I returned to my high school and felt like a real "stud". There was a new girl, Karen, in my German class who had recently moved to the area with her mother and brother. Her parents were divorced and in the 1960's that was sort of unusual. Her younger brother, Mike, was on the Frosh-Soph football team with me and we became friends since we lived on the same "alley" [but different streets] and both walked home along the same route after Frosh-Soph football practice. So, Mike and I would be at each other's homes after school and I got to see Karen and some of her friends after school, as well. Mike and Karen's mother worked long hours and they were pretty much on their own until 7 or 8 at night. The house that they lived in was a three-story home with an apartment in the basement, and an attic above their apartment on the first floor. Their mother's brother, "uncle Bud", owned the house and lived in the basement apartment. Over the first few weeks, Mike and I talked guy stuff and over time, he must have felt comfortable telling me some of his "secrets". As it were, Mike soon disclosed the presence of a trunk that was up in the attic that belonged to his uncle. Upon sharing this information, we went up the back stairwell and I got to see the trunk with its treasure trove of nudist magazines, Playboys, and "French cards". The French cards were mesmerizing for me and when Mike let me borrow a few, they became intense fodder for many masturbation sessions. Mike and I never did any mutual masturbation in that attic, but we did share stories about our "private" jack-off experiences with each other.Then Mike shared another "secret". He had found [or made?] a hole in the wall of a closet that was in an unused ["junk room"] bedroom that shared a common wall with his mother's bedroom. He told me he often watched his mother through that peep hole. I got really horny hearing that news and begged him to let me sleep over so that I could also get to see his mother naked. Mike agreed, and the next weekend didn't come soon enough!I made arrangements to spend both Friday and Saturday night at Mike and Karen's house. At that time, I had not really thought about Karen as a girlfriend because she always talked about a boyfriend who she had dated in 8th and 9th grade at her previous school. Since he now lived in another state and long distance phone calls were very expensive she had only been communicating with him by letter and only 1 or 2 phone calls each month. That Friday, Mike and I had a league football game and we didn't get back to his house until after 7pm. His mother wasn't home from work yet and Karen was in her room with a girl friend. Mike jumped into the tub to take a bath [showering at the locker room was sort of "gay" in those days] and we usually washed up after we got home. I was next and as I was filling the tub, Karen knocked on the door to the bathroom [they only had a single bathroom, the same as at my house] and I told her to wait a minute while I grabbed a towel. She didn't wait! And she walked into the unlocked bathroom just as I was grabbed a towel to cover up my soft dick. Her smiling apology for barging in was embarrassingly accepted and I left the bathroom and waited in the hallway while she peed.I then completed my bath [no showers in those days, either] and believe-it-or-not, I put on my pajamas. It was after 8pm when Mrs. Hanson got home. She had stopped for pizza to feed her houseful of hungry teens. She was probably 35 or 36 [age, not breast size!] and was not a classic beauty, but was pretty in a 1960's Midwest USA mom sort of way. She had short wavy brown hair that she wore in what was called a "flip", was tall at probably 5'8" or 5'9" and very slim. She really didn't have very large breasts, and they were actually smaller than her daughter Karen's. She always wore nice dresses and high heels with nylons and that night was no different. She was wearing a flower-print dress with heels and nylons and looked great.She had bought two pizzas and a six-pack of cokes and we all [Mike, Karen, her friend Claudia, Mrs. Hanson and me] all sat around the kitchen table and ate, talked about our football game [we had won 12-6 over a nearby rival high school] and then about general school stuff. Mrs. Hanson knew that Karen and I were in the same German class and she told us that she had learned German when her father was in the military and had been based at a US Air Force base in Germany. She added that she had met the children's father, Mr. Hanson, when he had been stationed in Germany at an American army base that was close to where she and her family lived. She told us that she was a senior at a DOD high school and had met the children's father when he attended a dance at the army base Officer's Club. She indicated that this had been after WWII when the US forces were still acting as "occupation forces" and the stationing of dependents had been a recent thing that the army had done so the soldiers would not have to rotate back to the states every year and they would stay in Germany for 3-4 years. She also told us that since she spoke some German and would be willing to help Karen and myself if we wanted or needed help.After dinner, we all helped wash the dishes and clean up and then Karen and Claudia went into Karen's bedroom and Mrs. Hanson left for her room. I think my dick was already getting hard, as I watched her walk out of the kitchen. Mike smiled and we both sort of winked at each other, as we walked down the hall and entered the unused bedroom that was next to his mother's bedroom. We quietly walked through the room and entered the walk-in closet that had clothes hanging from the rack but Mike had moved all the boxes from the floor. He had created a virtual jack-off den, with two pillows on the floor and some old towels nearby to catch his cum. We had not discussed how we would share the closet since the peep hole was only big enough for one person to look through at a time. The actual hole was about 2-3 inches around and had initially been caused by the door knob from his mother's closet hitting the plaster when it was opened. Now, the plaster had been broken through and the hole between the wood laths provided a perfect view of Mrs. Hanson's bedroom. When I kneeled against the wall, I could see Mrs. Hanson sitting on the end of the bed and all she had on was her half slip and her bra. I could have shot my load right then. We had been a bit slow getting into the closet and she had already taken off her dress and it was draped over the bed.I turned around and asked Mike if he wanted to look and he told me it was OK since he had seen her many times and now it was my turn to look. And, look I did. Mrs. Hanson was now unbuckling the side strap on her beige toeless heels and had lifted her leg up on the bed in a sort of crooked sidewise manner and she then slipped the shoe off her foot and tossed it toward her closet door. She then did the same thing with her other leg, crooking it onto the bed behind her and unbuckling the second shoe. It too slipped off in her hand and she tossed it down with the first one.Now, as I felt my dick throbbing, I unbuttoned the front flap of my pj's and let my hard-on spring through the flap. Mrs. Hanson stood up and with a move that still sends shivers down my spine every time I see a woman unhook her bra and pop her tits free, she reached behind her back and with one hand, unsnapped her bra. Bing-Bong! Tits. Real women's tits. Not small Patsy tits. Not Norwegian twin nipple tits. Not even large woman's tits. But, tits, none-the-less! And, nice small dark nipples. Mrs. Hanson then walked toward her dresser by the window and opened the draw to place her now folded bra into the top drawer. She then leaned toward the mirror and with her right hand I saw her squeeze each of her tits, first one and then the other as she looked into the mirror. First breast exam? I don't know why she did that, but it was surely exciting to watch. Then she turned and pulled the slip off and exposed a pair of white panties and my first view of a garter belt on a real live woman! Heaven.She then went back to the bed and sat on the edge facing my peep hole as she "popped" the snaps that held her nylons up and in a still vividly impressive mental image, I watched her roll each nylon off of her slender legs and toss them on the floor next to her shoes. Then, the coup de main, she stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down and off of her legs. With that move, my orgasm hit the wall and I felt cum pump through my fist and spurt out in the explosive blasts that were typical of the teen penis! I could see the darkness of her pubic hair from the nightstand lamps and ceiling globe in the room and was focused on observing the biggest bush of brown curly cunt hair that I would have the pleasure to see for years to come. Her pubic hair actually started slightly below her belly button and then extended to a flare that moved from directly over her vagina and spread darkly onto her inner thighs. Mrs. Hanson walked over to the closed bedroom door and took her housecoat off of the hook on the back of the door and slipped if over her naked body. Thus ending the best, to that date, visual stimulus that I had ever experienced for masturbation.I watched Mrs. Hanson leave the bedroom and heard her enter the bathroom and begin to run the tub for her bath. Mike told me to use one of the towels to wipe off my pecker and to dry the now dripping cum off of the wall. Obviously, he had been watching me from behind as I jacked-off watching his mother undress. When I came out of the closet, Mike was smiling and he asked me, "How was that?" My understated reply was, "Great!" We quickly left the room and entered his bedroom that was across and down the long central hallway.Later, when we heard Mike's mother walk out of the bathroom, he told me it was his turn and he left me with my own recent thoughts as he slipped down the hall and into the jack-off den to watch his mother put on her nightgown. Five minutes later, Mike was back in his bedroom, as he gave me the "AOK" sign with his thumb and index finger on one hand as he made a "jacking" motion with his other!Mike had bunk beds and his was on the top so I took the bottom bunk. About 30 minutes later, Mrs. Hanson knocked on the door and came into the room to wish us a good night. Little did she know how "good" it had been? Later that night, I was awakened as the bed began to shake as Mike jacked off in his top bunk. We soon were jacking in tandem with me actually shooting my load into the bed sheet slightly before Mike's rocking slowed and stopped. I slept very soundly after that.While this peeping action occurred on four [who's counting!] other occasions, none carried with them the enormous visual impact that the first time had upon my sexual and masturbatory life. Before Christmas, Mrs. Hanson and the kids moved into another house not too far away and we lost our peep hole, but never the memories.