My Favorite Voyeur

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A man catches a young woman peeking at him and his neighbors, and when he confronts her, stumbles into a sexy, wildly erotic relationship with she and her mother.



Chapter 1

It was really just a small sound, but when you're stroking your cock in front of a big picture window, I guess you're sensitive. I was watching a porno movie off the Net, and was close to cumming. But the interruption kind of scared me.

I pulled my pants up and started for the door, trying to be quiet. I thought I heard a twig snap outside, but wasn't really sure. Somehow I was convinced someone was watching, and paranoid that I have been since the divorce, I was prepared. The night vision goggles I had bought from a mail order place were right in the drawer beside the door, and I slipped them on as I slid onto the outside porch that wraps around two sides of my cabin.

In the greenish view I had, I saw a figure moving away toward the lake, just turning left on the beach that came right up to the woods. If I hadn't had the goggles, I'd never have seen him or her, because the tall trees hid the moon which was low on the horizon that night. I decided to follow rather than yell, since after the first spell of adrenalin charged fear, I was curious. I kept well back, and made sure I hugged the woods line, which was easy to do with the glasses.

Once I got to the beach, the moon made everything bright, so I tried taking the glasses off. After my eyes adjusted, I could see her hurrying down towards the Carmichaels, my next door neighbors, and her bare ass looking like alabaster in the golden glow. Her hair was almost down to her waist, and I got an occasional glimpse of heavy breasts jiggling as she almost trotted. She went past the single story cabin, then eased back into the woods, seeming to know where she was going.

I slipped the glasses back on so I could track her in the dense brush, and realized there was a path that led around to the side, where I thought Tom and Laura's bedroom window was. She stopped about fifteen feet from the house, just out of the forest, and was again illuminated by the moon. I crept as close as I could, trying to be quiet, by now having guessed she must be peeking at the sexy couple who were rumored to be porn stars. I had been to a couple of parties at their house, and they seemed completely normal, though gorgeous.

As my eyes adjusted to the moonlight again, I recognized the naked blonde. It was Elenor Janits, who always took care of me at the local general store I thought her mother owned. And as she leaned up against a tree, I could see she was rubbing her groin, masturbating as she stared into the house.

Now that I could see them, her tits were really big and full, their weight making them pillow on her chest. She was about ten pounds overweight, and I remembered thinking she was a very pretty woman, early twenties, if she had only taken better care of herself, a little makeup, and dressing better. But nude, her body was spectacularly sexy, the extra weight making her chunky but not flabby, and as her hand began moving faster and faster, her drawn in tummy, long pretty legs and the gaping, excited look on her face made her a sensual picture worthy of the Net.

My cock responded to what she was doing, so I unzipped and pulled it out, edging to the left so I could see her better. I got to where I could see her hand in her thick forest of pubic hair, and I thought she must have had at least one finger inside her, as the other hand was rubbing on her clitoral area. I licked my hand and started stroking again, trying to be quiet, but I could hear her grunting as she seemed to be rising in her excitement. I was already excited from watching the movie, so I got hard as a rock and climbed toward an orgasm quickly.

I heard her groan as her hands became spastic and unrhythmic, and her hips bumped out a couple of times in an urgent way. I guessed she was getting off herself, and that made me shoot.It was a hard, but sharp and short, cum. I managed not to make any sound, but my jiz fired out so hard it rustled a drying bush right in front of me. I thought she might have heard it, because she seemed to start, but then relaxed back into her cum, her hand still moving in her cunt. It was an altogether sexy thing, and I was reverberating with the thrill of it.

She seemed to recover faster than I did, and headed back out toward the beach. Fortunately, I had edged off the worn path, so though she passed within five feet of me, she couldn't see me. She had to stare down anyway, to follow the path. I slipped the glasses on again, and watched as she got out to the beach and turned back toward my house. I followed carefully, seeing her sneak down to look inside my living room, then go back and head down the beach, toward home I supposed.

I had not had time to think much about what was happening. It all took no more than fifteen minutes, and it seemed rather strange to me. I remembered that when I dealt with Elenor in the store, she couldn't look me in the eye, and seemed terribly shy. I had heard gossip that she had done two years of college, then dropped out. She dressed in very baggy clothes, and always had her hair in an unattractive ponytail. The woman I had spied on tonight was a very sensual, daring person, and the contrast between the two versions was confusing. I also wondered whether she did this a lot, and whether she had watched me before. The idea that she had, rather than pissing me off, turned me on.

There were a lot of questions in my mind, and the only logical thing to do was ask her to explain. And as I fell asleep, I found myself imagining what it would be like to accompany her on her evening forays. I had to make myself think about the program I was writing to get my dick to go down and finally go under.

I waited until late afternoon the next day, after the main shopping period was over, and went in to find her alone behind the long counter that served as the center of the store, behind which were kept the expensive items like drugs and exotic foods. Rather than pretend to shop, I walked right up to her and said "Hello Elenor."

As usual, she didn't meet my eyes, and answered in a husky whisper "Hi Mr. Longden. Can I get you something?"

"I'd like to talk about last night, Elenor. I followed you after you left my house, and saw you at the Stoners. I'm not angry or anything, just curious about why you do it. Have you been doing it long?"

Her first reaction was a scared gasp as she stared at me, then her face contorted with pain and she began to cry. I reached over the counter to touch her arm, but she jerked away from me, tears pouring down her face. She started to mumble as her head shook from side to side.

"It wasn't me, Mr. Longden. I would never do such a thing. It must have been someone else." When she looked at me and realized I wasn't buying that, she continued in the same panicky voice "It was the rape that made me crazy, you know how that kind of trauma can be, don't you. The doctor calls it a transactional response. They made me afraid, and yet want... Oooooooh."

With that, she raced to the front door, pulled down the blind that signaled closed, and ran into the back office. I could hear her still sobbing, but she hadn't closed the door. I waited until she seemed to have quieted, then stepped into the room quietly, and eased the door closed. "Is your mother here?"

For the first time she looked at me directly, her face red and bleary eyed, and whispered "No, she doesn't come back up here until the weekend. Do you want to rape me? Is that it? Well okay, I'll come down to your house tonight and you can. But please don't tell anyone, okay? And particularly not Mom. She feels bad enough about me as it is. And you have to use a rubber. I couldn't stand another abortion. How could you see me? No one ever did before."

I was in shock, sitting there realizing the drama this woman had lived through, and how someone I'd dealt with for over a year could harbor such an awful secret. I closed my eyes, and spoke softly, carefully. "Elenor, I don't want to rape you. Thats the furthest thing from my mind. I didn't know about the difficulties in your past, I just wondered why you went around peeking at people in the nude. To be honest, it was... exciting for me. Do you remember a sound you noticed at the Stoners? Well, that was me, watching you. And, well, getting off. Hard. You were very sexy. I guess you've watched me before, huh?"

I could see her at first trying, and then succeeding in remembering her start when my jiz had rustled in the woods. Then she stared at me, and suddenly a little giggle squeezed out of her mouth. "So you peeked at me, huh? You always shoot a lot. People seem to think just because your wife left you for a woman there must be something wrong with you. But you look like you'd be a pretty macho guy to me. And do you realize how regular you are? Every other day, right at ten. I can never see what you have up on your computer, but you just look sexy to me. Were you able to see the Stoners? They aren't so regular. That next cabin down from them are, though. Every night, right at eleven. I don't think I'm sexy. I'm too fat." She stared at me for a moment, then continued "Actually, you're my favorite. You get so into it, and it's kind of cute to see you let it shoot out onto that towel you always have ready. I always... get off right then, just as you do."

By now, I was sure she was attracted to me, and it had been nearly six months since my last frustrating sexual relationship. I walked over and put my hand on her shoulder, or tried to. She grunted and pushed the rolling chair she was in away from me, her face red. She yelled "Don't do that. Don't touch me. I can't stand to be touched." She took several deep breaths, as I stood there shocked.

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