In the beginning ,,,,,,,
I can look back now and realize not only how fortunate and lucky I was as a child. Many of these memories bring more than a smile to my face. If you stick around long enough you will hear all of my tales.
I was raised in the house my mother was raised in in the western suburbs of Chicago in a simple Victorian home on a street of Victorian homes run by a Victorian woman. I am grateful I did not end up that way.
The home to the south of us housed the Parker clan. Mr. and Mrs. Parker had five daughters and one son, Terry, my best buddy. The house to the north was home to the Millers. They had no children as he was more interested in his high power banking job downtown. He retreated, sometimes with her, sometimes without to the Country Club.
Everyone in my town was white, and as I learned later my education was above average. There wasn’t a wide range of ethnic groups, and unless you went downtown on the bus, you never saw blacks. Most everyone dressed the same, spoke the same and ate the same. Religion was up to you.
There were three events my senior year in high school that changed my life. That is when the Miller’s moved in to the north, Terry had a lot to teach me, and my aunt Patty came to live with us. I will try not to mix them up, all at times it is difficult to explain one thing without referring to another.
Terry and I had developed a pretty serious system of peeking at his sisters and I would remember what I saw, go home, and jerk off like a mad man. We would sneak around to their back parch and could see into Karen’s room. She was the twenty-two and the oldest. We could also see into Janet’s room, she was nineteen, from there. Terry had rigged up a hole in his closet to watch Mary who was a year younger than us. Cathy was was way too young and we didn’t’ care about her. For some reason the best was his mom Nancy From that I could watch from our spare bedroom. If I can get some time there are plenty of stories are there. But I was tired of watching, I wanted to do it.
I went home and did my chores. You didn’t live at my house if you didn’t work. Mom came home from work and pretty soon dad appeared and dinner followed shortly. My homework got done but there was nothing to watch on one of the four channels on the TV so I just went to my room to read. I read a lot as a kid and enjoyed it. It was a fairly warm night and I laying there reading, and thinking what it would be like to have Nancy touch me. I got hard and slipped my throbbing cock out of my jeans and just started taking care of myself. I slipped into that special place and just did what I was so good at doing –jerking off. I shot a pretty good load and wiped it off on the bandanna I kept under the bed for just that purpose. I only hoped mom would never find it. As I finished and zipped up I heard a soft thud. I looked out my window and there was Mrs. Miller, fifteen feet away, opening her bedroom window. She saw me and waved. I waved back but wondered what she had seen. I was so used to watching Nancy from our spare bedroom I never thought someone could be watching me.
Going downstairs for awhile I made a mental note to look out my window that night to see what I could see. What if Mrs. Miller had been watching me? Did women watch guys and masturbate? Other than shoveling their snow and mowing their grass I had really never paid much attention to her or her husband. My dad made me work and I mowed a dozen or more lawns and shoveled twice as many driveways. I had to put all but ten percent of the money in the bank and show him the bank book to prove it. After I said good night I went into my room without turning on the light. No need to give myself away if there was something to see, just like I did watching Mrs. Parker, Terry’s mom.
Nobody closed their curtains on the second floor of our town. You could see lights all over. The Millers were no different, lights blazing from every window. Roland, Mr. Miller, was a real tightwad. No matter how well I mowed or shoveled, he never gave me a tip. I knew he was gone a lot and often came home after eight. They never had anyone over and the only time she left the house was to garden or go play golf at the country club. The worst part was they had been there a year and I didn’t even know her name.
My window was just a little bit higher and at a slight angle to Mrs. Miller’s bedroom. I could see everything but a corner of it. Tonight she was sitting in a chair reading. I kept dad’s binocular’s on my dresser for watching Mrs. Parker and could read the make and size, 36 b, of her bra. I got them and looked at Mrs. Miller only to find she was readying Lady’s Home Journal. Dorky pictures of dumb deserts. Wow this was wild. Then I noticed how sheer her nightgown was. These binoculars were awesome. I looked at her breasts, and she didn’t appear to have any, but her nipples had to be four inches wide. In all the Playboy’s I had looked at I had never seen anything like this. This was different.
She had her legs crossed so I couldn’t see her pussy, so I just decided to sit there and watch. Her hair was very short and very blonde, but when she got up I could tell that her pussy hair was not blonde. I never realized they had a bathroom right of their bedroom and I watched her walk over, lift up her nightgown and sit on the toilet. The binoculars were back in my hand in a heartbeat. So was my cock. I was fascinated by the view and when she wiped and exposed herself I was seeing more in a minute than my lifetime of Sear’s catalogs.
When she finished she leaned into the shower and turned it on. As she bent over I could see her ass spread and her pussy lips appear. After adjusting the water she stepped in, but unfortunately went out of view. I just kept jerking and shot a huge load. As she stepped out and grabbed a towel the binoculars went back into use. The view was good enough to see the soft cotton dabbing the water off. She stopped at her nipples, gently rubbing them after they were dry. She used the towel like sandpaper rubbing back and forth across them. Although her breasts did not seem to stick out that far, her nipples had to befour inches wide. As she pulled the towel across them they just got bigger and bigger and bigger. I was hard as a rock and jerking again.
When she was finally dry she walked back into the bedroom, and for some unknown reason pulled a candle out of the holder on her dresser. She opened a drawer and took out what appeared to be hand cream and moved back to her chair. As she sat down she put the towel on the chair then she licked her fingers and began rolling her nipples between them. I didn’t think they could get any bigger but they did. After what seemed an hour of doing that she hung her calves over the arms of the chair and opened the jar. She stuck her fingers in and got them covered in a creamy gel.
Her legs opened wider and her finger slowly moved up and down the crack between her thighs. If I didn’t know any better it looked like she had another set of lips down there. Each stroke she made forced her hips to roll a little and as she kept at it the lips down there got bigger and bigger. She stopped and put the left lip between her thumb and forefinger and began to tug on it. After she had made it twice the size it was before she did the same the right lip. She had what looked like a little button hid down in the folds of her lip. She would rub it as she pulled on her lips.
The next thing she did blew me away. She took the candle to her mouth and sucked on it with one hand and took two fingers from her other hand and began to slide them into her. The rhythm of the candle matched that of her fingers. I hardly noticed it but she started going faster and faster. She seemed to shudder, and then replaced her fingers with the candle. I guess the candle was maybe ten inches long. When she started it she only put a little of it in her but with each stroke she went deeper. She also went back to rubbing that button with her other hand.
Before I knew it she was putting almost the entire candle inside her. The hand she had been rubbing with her button with went back up to her nipple. Violently she pulled her nipple out, farther than I thought possible. In about twenty seconds she literally lifted herself out of the chair and spurted something from inside all over the towel she was sitting on.
She sat there for maybe a minute and then wiped herself off with the towel. She wiped the candle off as well, and then placed it back in the holder. The jar of whatever it was got put back in her drawer. She walked over and turned off the light. I had to jerk one more time. I don’t know how many times I jerked that day nor did I care. I wanted all I could get. I don’t care what happened with Michelle, I had much better at home.
I walked over and said hello.
“Hey young man, back from mowing a lawn?
“Yes mam.”
“Looks like you worked up a sweat.”
“You too”. I looked down and saw the sweat staining her tank top. I couldn’t understand how when she was in public she had tits and when I saw her naked she didn’t. “A shower will feel really good.”
“Sure will, but I am going to wait til 8:30 to take mine. I like to go up and sit in a chair in my bedroom and watch the sunset through my window before I clean up.”
My god she has seen me. I had trouble speaking. “Well I am not going to wait, I stink too bad.”
She laughed. “Don’t have too much fun tonight.”
God she really does know. I couldn’t get that thought out of my head when I walked through the kitchen, kissed mom, and headed upstairs. She knows. She knows I watch her. Then an even dark crossed my mind. She has watched me jerk off.
Even though I was scared I was hard thinking about seeing her. Then I had a different thought. Maybe she was telling me she had seen me jerk off. Maybe telling me she was going to shower at 8:30 so I would know what time to watch her? I flew through my homework and was up in my room by 8:15.
Sure enough there was Mrs.