Chapter 2

When I woke next morning it was quite late and the house sounded deserted. I could not have moved during the night as Mom's panties were still wrapped around my cock and my hand was still holding them in place. I had obviously discarded my underpants somewhere along the line as all I was wearing was a tee shirt and I badly needed a piss. I crawled out of bed and, carrying Mom's panties, I made my way into the bathroom, making certain that the doors to the landing and to my sister's bedroom were secured. I was dying to relieve my bladder but I had a problem with an erection that didn't seem to dissipating.

I leant against the hand-basin and looked into my images' eyes and remembered what I had seen last night. It was almost as arousing in memory as in real life and pretty soon I couldn't prevent myself from jerking off again. The mental picture of Moms' pussy and Dad licking and sucking at it had my cock so hard it was almost painful and I soon had the panties round it and was stroking it firmly and rapidly and watching myself in the mirror. I reached a climax quite quickly and my seed squirted out so hard the first couple of jets splattered against the mirror and the rest landed in the sink. I was surprised at the obvious effort of my stomach muscles in ejaculating as I could clearly see them flexing in the mirror and I was left trembling and weak-kneed and only managing to stand by my grip of the hand-basin.

After a few minutes rest I managed to have a shower, pissing thankfully in the cubicle at the same time, and, after drying myself off I was sitting on the edge of my bed as I dressed. My thoughts, as with most teenagers, were about sex and about my inexperience thereof. Up until last night the only views of female private parts were via my telescope and by my one and only 'walk-in' to our shared bathroom while my sister was there.

My parents had gifted me quite a powerful telescope during my 'Star Gazing" period and I had recently discovered a young girls' bedroom in a house set well back from the road and from their neighbours. I assume that this pretty girl thought she was beyond anyone's view and she never seemed to bother closing her curtains or blinds. I regularly watched her get up and dressed, change clothes after school and sometimes dry her-self and put her nightwear on after a shower. She had a very pretty body but was not very developed. Her breasts were, as yet, only small bumps with tiny very pink nipples and she had not yet grown any pubic hair so her pussy was very 'puffy'. Still she was very attractive and I had spent many hours watching her and stroking my-self as I did so. On a couple of very exciting occasions I had watched her investigating her body and to see her gently stroking her breasts and rubbing her fingers between her legs gave me an extra thrill.

My invasion of my sister's space was accidental but I don't think that she really believed that. I was dying to relieve myself and I just burst into our shared bathroom without checking that it was vacant and there was Anne sitting on the toilet. All she was wearing was a bra and panties that were in a crumpled heap around her ankles. She was twelve and was well developed for her age with breast that seemed to fill her bra quite generously and she had hair 'down there'. I couldn't actually see much as she had her legs quite closed but in the few seconds that we remained frozen just looking at one another I did take in most details and I can still picture her in my mind. Anne was the subject of my fantasies for some time after this. Eventually she came to her senses and was all but screaming for me to get out, which I rapidly did in high confusion.

This then was the total sum (except for some peeps at grubby books at school) of all my previous experience and it was no wonder that last night's voyeurism had been such an eye opener. By now I was dressed in my shorts, underwear and tee-shirt and I headed for the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

To my surprise Mom was still at home and sitting reading the paper with a cup of coffee to hand. She looked up and greeted me as I entered:

"Good morning, Dear. Sleep well?" I thought she looked at me a bit suspiciously as she spoke.

"Yeah, great. Didn't so much as twitch all night." I guessed that Mom had missed her panties and was wondering if I had been awake when they came home. My suspicions were soon confirmed.

"I hope that your father and I didn't wake you when we got home. We may have been a bit noisier than we should have been." Mom was a little flushed as she came out with this and I guessed that she was a bit embarrassed at remembering their actions.

"Nope. Didn't hear a sound! Were you and Dad a bit pissed when you got home from that party?" I decided to put a little pressure on Mom and she reddened just a little more as she replied.