There was a young man of Kildare
Who was fucking a girl on the stair.
The bannister broke,
But he doubled his stroke
And finished her off in mid-air.

Chapter I

It began on the way home from school. Rod had stayed late, working with his fellow students on the school yearbook, and was carrying a school 35mm camera home with him. The thrills of capturing life on a still picture was initially exciting to the teen, but soon lost its thrill, though it was plainly obvious to everyone that he was a natural talent for capturing the "perfect" view.

It was six o'clock and the sun was down below the horizon, the winter chill cutting through the young man's parka. Walking through the alleys had always been a short cut when going home or returning to school, yet this was the first time he was carrying the school camera and accessories in a insulated photo bag. Coming upon his block, Rod saw that the lights were off in his house, everyone having gone out to supper. Yet the next door neighbour's lights were on, allowing him to see clearly into the large window overlooking the backyard.

Perhaps it was a harmless and adolescent thought that charged his actions, and Rod brought out the camera, fitting a telephoto lens to it. He lifted his new "toy" to his eye, conscious of the cold metal upon his skin. Yet what he saw through his lens startled him, and pleasantly excited his passions. Through the open window he could see into the dining room where Mrs. Wilson lay naked upon the large table - naked, with legs spread, and facing towards Rod and his camera.

At first he didn't understand what she was doing. Just the simple pleasure of seeing his attractive neighbour naked was enough, though he realized her hands were busy, one upon her breast and the other between her legs. The lens was strong enough to see that her fingers actually moved within the folds of her sex. Mrs. Wilson was masturbating.

Rod wasn't completely inexperienced as some might have believed. His interests had allowed him to acquire a sizable collection of adult magazines and even one old adult movie, though the only experience he had ever had with seeing the live female body was with his older sister when he accidently walked in upon her shower.

With shaking hands, not from the cold, Rod pulled his gloves off and then hurriedly began to load the old camera with film. He realized that the cold would make the film brittle in only a few moments, and he acted as quickly as he could. Finally he began to click, the lens capturing the exciting action as the woman next door was rotating her lower half while moulding and manipulating her large raised breast.

In the fourth picture something moved in the lower corner of his lens and he focused upon that portion of the room. Someone's dark mane of hair was seen over the edge of a high backed chair, and lower near the floor, bare feet. The startled young man barely noticed that Mrs. Wilson had stopped her actions and was standing talking towards the unseen person.

The chair, and man, moved slightly to the side and a large hard penis was seen over the edge of the chairs arm. As Rod watched, the thin woman knelt before the man and without hesitation took the pole into her mouth. Her head began to bob up and down, and a large hand grasped her curly brown hair and head, ensuring the momentum not be broken.

The cold was seeping into the teens bones, yet he attempted to ignore his discomfort as he caught several more images of action before him. It was much better than reading magazines or watching his porn movie. Yet the blow job was lasting much longer than Rod expected and he was down to only a few more frames of film. As this thought came to mind, the man pulled the pretty face from his lap and the cock shot upon her still open mouth and sweaty skin.

Two more pictures captured the scene as Mrs. Wilson's face was rubbed against the shooting cock, the pearly-white sperm landing upon her pale skin and even getting into her hair. All this she took gladly and happily, her mouth open the whole time, her tongue often licking the cock or flicking the head of the shooting rod. The man shakily rose to his feet.

Rod only had one more picture and just as the man turned towards the camera he captured the final image, that of Mrs. Wilson's come-soaked face and hair, smiling up at Joe Soulman, the old retired widower from across the street. The young man had naturally, and wrongly, assumed Mrs. Wilson was enjoying the pleasures of Mr. Wilson's cock.

Chapter II

His initial discovery and enjoyment of the voyeuristic pleasure he had undergone was enough for the youth to realize the possible pleasure in capturing another sexual encounter on film. Almost nightly he had lingered about the alley behind his own house, but not once was he able to enjoy another session, and with the weather getting even more miserable, he was further hindered from the nightly excursions. To his own surprise and delight the second chance for him was in his own home, a thought that he hadn't seriously considered before.

Having taken a keener interest in photography and all the technical aspects that it included, Rod was sitting reading a photo book from the school library when the sounds of his older sister coming home resounded about the house. It was late and his parents were already sleeping, and after looking quickly at the clock next to his bed, Rod discovered that his sister was home late from her date. Luckily their parents were asleep.

Time went quickly by as he considered looking upon the images of Mrs. Wilson yet again, having made careful use of the developing lab at school. But he realized that his sister was unnaturally quiet in the house upon her return, so he walked out of his room and into the depths of his house. Tami, his older sister by two years was laying, as if asleep, upon the couch.

She was still dressed in one of her nicer dresses, and even her coat was left on but open. The closer he got, the smell of alcohol and stale cigarettes was very apparent. A little confused, Rod shook his sister's shoulder to wake her, at first gently, then with more strength. He even spoke her name several times, to no effect. Just when he was about to give up, realizing his sister was drunk, she finally moved. Tami turned her head away from him and moved her body into a more comfortable laying position.

Rod left her as she lay, sibling malicious towards her, hoping his father would find her laying there passed out. Then she would be in hell. Yet only moments after returning to his room did the idea come upon him. Was this not the chance he was hoping for? Well, it wasn't exactly as he hoped for, nor what he planned.

It took only seconds to load his camera with low light film, thirty-six exposures and return to the living room. Tami lay as he left her.

He stood over her semi-comatose body contemplating the step he was about to undertake. This was more than simply capturing a faraway image - this time he would have to participate to some extent, though nothing besides capturing her flesh on film ever came upon his thoughts.

Tami was considerably attractive, her still taut body slim and lithe with small, almost flat, breasts, slim hips and tiny waist. Yet, Rod would say the most appealing feature of his sister was her long legs and, up higher, her round firm buttocks. He convinced himself of the "true" value of his intentions.

With his free hand, the teen moved the long heavy coat to either side of his sister's body. She didn't move at all. Yet the sight wasn't enough - the young man had seen his sister in a dress many times and could look in a family album for photos of this type. No, he would need to indulge more.

Since the zipper to her dress was in the back, he immediately moved down to her legs and undramatically lifted the hem of her tight skirt up to her waist. The sight awaiting him surprised and excited him. His sister was wearing her tan- coloured nylons, but underneath was the sight of her curly pubic hair. Tami had not worn panties under her nylons. He stood back and took a picture of the exposed limbs and crotch area, while also capturing her face in the same frame.

This also wasn't enough, and he felt safe in his actions, since his sister had happened home in a drunk state more than once and had proven her inability to comprehend, or recall, any given moment. So after setting down his precious camera, Rod wiggled her tight nylons past her slim hips to a point just above her knees. This time the camera captured a clearer picture of his sister's private region. In fact, he even caught one very close-up that he could see every curl and kink in the trimmed hair between her legs.

Next he rolled her over towards the couch away from him and pulled the jacket off one arm, then moved her knees up towards her chest. This gave him an excellent view of her ass and the sprout of pubic hair between her thighs. After several shots, a few with his hand strategically pulling apart her buttocks to capture the unseen treasures hidden there, he again set down his camera.

This time, Rod unzipped the back of her dress then unhooked her bra. Again he allowed her to lay upon her back. Pulling her dress down from her neck and shoulders he was able to expose her full chest. The sight was sightly anti-climatic after witnessing Mrs. Wilson's full chest, yet he captured several more frames of these firm breasts, the small pointy hard nipple one of the main focal points of his pictures.

The film ran out with the final picture of his sister's slightly parted lips in the background with the mountainous, at least from that low view, breast and nipple in the foreground. He quickly attempted to return his older sister to the clothed state he found her in then returned to his room, impatient to develop the film he had taken.

Chapter III

Rod's interests in capturing female sexual escapades on film pressured him into actions he would normally never consider. For one, snapping candid photos of a pretty woman's crossed thighs with a skirt riding up showing generous thigh. Also a woman bending down, her bottom raised unknowingly to the teens quick eye, or even girls swimming at the local pool - his pretence, to take pictures for the school yearbook. Yet these were only minor indulgences from what he considered his true desire. Even this, the almost nightly excursions, didn't deliver what he wanted.

Having begged for one of the newer cameras from school, he was able to get a superior model that allowed someone with an expert eye to capture practically anything perfectly. Besides the, camera was extremely quiet.

During the late afternoon, a day when Rod knew that Mr. Wilson was out of town for business, he forced his way into his neighbour, s house. Using the key the Wilsons had left with his parents, as they had done with them, he entered without a trace of evidence to show his passing. Quickly casing the house he discovered the bedroom and the extravagant clothing that Mrs. Wilson indulged in. In a few drawers were multitudes of lingerie and sexy underwear. Yet these didn't interest the teen, unless, of course, Mrs. Wilson happened to be wearing them at the time.

His intent was unclear - Mrs. Wilson was not expected home for another few hours. Yet the unmistakable sound of a door being unlocked sounded throughout the house, as loud to the surprised teen as a thunderclap. He found the bathroom next to the spare bedroom quiet and remote enough to hide in. Someone was home - it must be Pam, the daughter whom was not expected for a few more hours. She was plain-looking, quiet and almost shy, and a year younger than Rod. She had the prospects to be as attractive as her mother, but as yet nature had not given her that gift.

Rod realized Pam's room shared the bathroom where he hid, and he realized the precarious position he was in. Thankfully, the girl didn't come into the bathroom or even turn towards the closed doors. Through gaps in the slotted panels of the door, Rod watched as Pam quickly and expertly closed out the world from her room, shutting and locking every door and window in her small domain.

Realizing that the day may not be lost yet, Rod raised his camera as Pam stood before her full length mirror in profile to the lens. The girl undid the clasps holding her hair and gently slid her hands over her face and long silken tresses. With a loving touch she moved lower, rubbing her open palms over her budding chest mounds and then downwards to her hips. With shaking hands she lifted her sweater up over her head in a quick fluid movement.

The first click of the camera captured the ripe young uncovered breasts as the sweater and arms were raised up over head. More captured images followed as Pam again moved her hands to her chest, but this time lingering upon the naked flesh of those tender mounds.

Her whole body was quivering delightfully as her hands unhooked and pushed her leggings down her hips all the way to the ground, where she stepped out of them. Her panties had gone with the leggings. The camera viewed, and captured, the sinfully delightful image of an innocent young woman adoring her image in the mirror, both her and the reflection timeless in the natural beauty that she was radiating. The camera clicked several times.

Pam lifted a single foot to a low stool next to the mirror and began to use her nails upon the soft flesh of her inner thighs, always stopping just before the sparse covering of her sex. Pam's eyes were staring directly upon her girlish sex organ, wide with desire and delight. The girl was making love to herself.

Rod took a few seconds to recognize that he often masturbated, especially since those first erotic pictures he had captured, and that this young woman whose passions were not yet unchained was doing the same.

Both hands finally found the mound between her legs, cupping and savouring the moment with a loud sigh. One hand left the delightful spot and a glistening hand was brought up for a tongue to lick daintily, while the other hand slowly rotated upon the tenderest of spots. All was captured on film, both close up shots and tasteful full body shots. All thought of being found was gone from Rod's mind - the only worry he had was of running out of film.

A groan of delight came upon the youth's ears, just as his film finally ran out and as Pam raised herself upon her toes as her hand agitated her vagina with movements that were accelerating violently. With a groan of his own, Rod found his way out of the house and back to his house, thankful that his excursions were undiscovered, and surprised at how easy it had all been.

Chapter IV

The house next his own had been the scene of two episodes of delight, and Rod was determined to repeat the pleasure yet again. This time, he changed his tactics and on the next Saturday afternoon watched in expectant anticipation as Mr. Wilson left the house, Pam having left hours ago. Stealthily crossing the yard and quickly entering the house, Rod quickly made his way up to the kitchen and the back of the house.

He had planned at length to see Mrs. Wilson's curvy naked body again, and even brought several rolls of film in case the situation presented itself. Rod could hear music in the front room, slow romantic drivel that he didn't much care for. As he had seen an hour ago, Mrs. Wilson was alone and had dressed nicely before carefully moving about her house to clean and close the outside world. This shut off Rod's view from his parent's bathroom and knew that her actions anticipated his own.

Yet when he slowly looked around the corner from the kitchen into the large well decorated living room, he wasn't prepared for what he saw. The sight at first sickened him, then rapidly excited his senses. He knew his instincts were correct - Mrs. Wilson was "entertaining".

Wearing only stockings, garters and heels, white, Mrs. Wilson was slow dancing with another woman. A fully naked woman. They were passionately kissing, tongues busy moving about each other's mouths. The naked woman's hands were cupping the shapely buttocks of Mrs. Wilson while his neighbour had one hand on the other's ass, the other placed between them cupping a full breast. As they moved slowly to the beat of the music, they turned so the dim light allowed a better sight of the naked woman's face. It was Rod's mother.

Rod turned from the scene and backed up into the kitchen, his stomach queasy, his heart rapidly pounding in his chest. The sight of his mother and Mrs. Wilson would not retreat from his mind's eye. In fact, every detail of his quick vision was held within his imagination. Something pulled him from his lethargy and returned him to the living room door. He brought his camera up.

He captured their passionate dance, and the grinding of their sexes against each other. His mother was breathing loudly, easily heard over the gentle music. Rod was sure to capture a few pictures of his mother's incensed face as she enjoyed the encounter with the neighbour. Zooming in, Rod was able to get a close up view of his mother's body, realizing she was not as pretty as Mrs. Wilson, but was much more attractive than her son had imagined, possibly due to her habit of wearing conservative clothing and styles.

A smell drifted to Rod's nose, and he instinctively knew it as the scent of a woman's passions. His mother was becoming "wild", and she obviously enjoyed the bottom and stocking-clad legs of the other woman. Mrs. Wilson backed Rod's mother up against the wall and slid a hand gently down between her legs, cupping the thick fur. Rod's mother began to grind herself against that hand, while the younger woman moved her lips to his mother's wide dark hard nipples. She sucked roughly while the sloppy sounds of her hand work was heard across the room to the busy young man.

Rod went through three rolls of film in very little time, not realizing the ramifications of his, or his mother's, actions, only realizing that his mother was cheating upon his father, something that could send the large man into a violent frenzy if he ever found out. For the first time he wondered if his parents often had made love, and if so, what they did.

His contemplation and another quick change of film caused him to miss the movements of the two sexually thrilled women in the living room. When his lens again returned, he saw that his mother was kneeling upon the huge couch, her bottom raised and pointed towards her female lover. Mrs. Wilson was kissing and fondling the pale skin continuously. The camera captured every inch of his mother's bottom, even the sight of the shadowed region deep into her ass crack.

Mrs. Wilson stood up straight and with a smile and little hesitation, brought her open hand down upon his mother's bottom. This caused the older woman to jump in surprise and delight, while leaving a large red mark upon those round white globes, and his mother squealed loudly, the sound reverberating about the house. He half expected his mom to stop their neighbour as she again spanked the raised bottom, but realized she was enjoying this. The spankings lasted for several long minutes and Rod almost forgot to take pictures, so excited and surprised was he at this sight.

As quickly as it had begun, the spanking ended. Mrs. Wilson knelt behind his mother and lowered her open lips to his mother's pulsating wet flowered open vagina. As soon as the woman's tongue touched the dark pink inner lips, his mother began to buckle and spasm as an incredible orgasm hit her.

With tired movements and desire, Rod's mother turned about on the large couch, her legs widely and wantonly spread. Mrs. Wilson moved upon her and pressed her sex into the other woman's. The wet sloppy sounds echoed about the room, as well as the moans of delight and words of passion as Mrs. Wilson ground herself to orgasm, while the teens mother lay lovingly and happily below her.

Rod's camera captured the abundant amount of liquid coating both attractive set of thighs, and the two hairy pussies as they worked together. The lens zoomed in, and he clicked again and again. Something distracted him, or his senses warned him, as he moved the camera back up to his mother's raised face.

Her happy and sweaty pleased face disappeared as her eyes looked directly into the lens. It was obvious from her look, and the speed that she turned white, that she saw her son taking her adulterous escapades. Rod lowered the camera and looked, without the aid of a zoom, directly into his mother's shocked face. The seconds ticked away as Mrs. Wilson, unaware of the newest development, continued to agitate herself against her lesbian lover. Time froze until the squeals of orgasm resounded about the room as the younger woman reached orgasm.

Rod finally realized what had transpired in the room and began to back up, his eyes still looking into his mother's. Mrs. Wilson was talking quietly to his mother, and to his surprise, she answered while taking her eyes from him. The two women cuddled comfortably as Rod finally left the house, running all the way to his school, not anxious to return home and stand guiltily before his mother. He spent the next several hours developing and examining the pictures he had taken.

Chapter V

His mother barged into his room only moments after his return home, and a few hours after the sights he had witnessed and captured on film - the same photos which were unfortunately laying upon his bed in haphazard disarray. Since he had run from his neighbour's house he was determined to stop his voyeuristic explorations and destroy the photos of his mother. Yet even as he developed each picture his determination was lessened as the erotic and clear pictures became more graphic. And after reaching home, the house had been dark and quiet, so thinking he was alone, he had spread those same photos upon his bed, again thinking that he should destroy them.

She stood, obviously angry and red-faced, looking at him then down at the pictures. Without a word, she went from red to white, then returned her attention to him. It was obvious to the teen that he was in extreme amount of trouble. He was resolved for any punishment that his mother deemed for him, since he *was* guilty. Rod took one last look down at the pictures upon the bed, preparing himself for his castigation. There was one detailed picture laying upon the top of the pile, facing his mother, and she had obviously saw it in all its clarity and detail. It was of his mother's face as her body was bent at the knee while Mrs. Wilson's hand was between her thighs, a nipple also in the younger woman's mouth. The picture was quite well done - the shiny wetness was obvious upon the intruding hand and even upon the other exposed nipple, also the breast was being tugged outwards by the firmly sucking mouth.

"Give me all the photos!" His mother's voice quivered as if she was just barely able to control her temper.

He whispered, "The negatives are at school." - in his locker, actually. Yet his mother froze, staring at him. This was not in her plans obviously, yet perhaps she had misunderstood his meaning. Or rather, read something into his simple statement.

"What are you going to do with those?!" She pointed at the bed and the sharp picture of her illicit affair facing her. At first this confused him - didn't she already order him to return all the pictures? So he answered her with a shrug of his shoulders.

Something changed in her manner and even in the light of her face. Her eyes looked directly into his, and a knowing smile came to her face. Her body shifted slightly. "Well, it is normal for a young man to be interested in these matters." She stepped forward and lifted his chin with two fingers until his face was looking up into hers. She smiled forcibly. "Discretion is also very important, Rod."

Rod caught something strange in her voice. She was talking to him as she had never before - for the first time she was talking to him as an equal, and this surprised the young man. Why did she not order him to give all the photos and negatives to her? She was his mother and he would of course do anything she asked. Was that not the way it has always been? And for the first time he wondered if his mother was scared of what he had seen, more so than the anger at his intrusion into her privacy.

"I won't tell anyone, mom."

"Thank you, honey." She let go of his chin and stood a foot before him. "I think it would be a good idea if you give me the photos and negatives, Rodney." She said it sweetly.

He didn't want to. Moments before he would have instantly followed her directives but after the emotions and thoughts running through his head he was wondering if he could keep them. The several seconds of his indecisiveness caused a dramatic mood swing to appear in his mother, for only a few short moments. But she almost spoke when he answered her: "I would like to keep them," he said. He was shaking with fear, surprised at his own words, and the strength it took to say them.

His mother's gentle disposition returned, but her eyes were watering up. "Perhaps we could make a trade?" He could tell that it was something that she did not want to say. Otherwise he knew not what she had meant. What was she going to give him in place of the photos? There was nothing that he wanted more. "I'm sure there is something you want." It wasn't a question. As she asked, her hand lifted his and placed it upon her covered right breast.

This was what she had meant. He was given a choice, the photos in trade of his mother's "attentions". After the day he had, he was surprised and excited at the idea, though nervous at all he had witnessed and participated in. As her hand withdrew from his, he had a full breast still in hand. He looked down at her body. She was dressed in a conservative business suit, her usual clothing. She was wearing a pearl-coloured blouse and a bra underneath that the youth could feel with his palm.

The ball was in his court, as he thought of it. He wanted to discover more of his mother's beauty, though any further thought than simply witnessing her naked body never came to his imagination until now. Also, he didn't want to give up the sexy photos that lay upon the bed, his proof of the enjoyment that he had witnessed. After that last thought, he realized that "proof" was what his mother was worried about - the reason for all her rapidly changing emotions. The reason that he was now grasping her round breast in his hand. His new "hobby" was had forced his mother to treat him as a man and not her son.

He wanted to know what she was willing to do to get the photos back, "What else do I get?" It was as it sounded, selfish.

"Anything you want, dear." She was now looking down at the floor, though he realized the bulge in his pants was obviously within her sight.

Rod slid his hand down from her breast to press the open palm into the mound of her crotch, over the thick woolen skirt. "What if I wanted to...", he pressed firmly up with his hand, causing his mother to raise up momentarily upon her toes. "... would you, mother?"

Her voice quivered as she said, "Yes, dear. Anything you ask."

After she said this, he withdrew his hand, then said, "I don't want to give up the pictures, mom." Her face jerked up angrily, which gave him added strength to continue. "Though I do want you to do anything I want!" He added, "And I will tell no- one about this afternoon." Her anger dissipated quickly, and she nodded.

No word was spoken yet Rod's mother descended to her knees before the teen. Using her quivering fingers, she undid the zipper of his jeans. Seconds later, her mouth engulfed his sex. Rod gasped out his surprise and pleasure then looked around and found his camera. He stretched for it then pointed it down at his mother's open-mouthed face. The camera clicked just as she looked up into the lens, her mouth wide with much of his cock. That was the last and only picture that he took of his first experience getting oral sex.

Chapter VI

That Saturday was very educational for the young man. He had learned that the photos he had enjoyed taking were also a form of power over those in the pictures. The possibilities had not completely entered his thoughts, though he was assured of at least having one woman to "pose" for him - his mother. His growing pile of erotic and professional-looking photos could ultimately give him that which he desired.

Yet the teen knew not what he desired.

Rod did know that he wanted to continue taking pictures of candid sexy subjects, the "models" not knowing that they were being captured on film. He also rolled a list of women that he would enjoy seeing in those pictures through his mind. The fact that a woman didn't know about his camera was almost as exciting as the photos themselves. No, he needed another model!

Ms. Foster was his English instructor at school and also very attractive. And normally, Rod would be very cautious of whom he took pictures. Ms. Foster was a "bitch". Always had been, and always would be a "bitch". Catching her in a compromising position was a very attractive idea to the average student and budding photographer. Rod even wondered if the photos would allow him to get better grades.