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Things get interesting when Mom catches me and a friend spying on my sister

I grew up a normal boy in a normal household, interested in the usual – football and girls. My parents married young. My older sister Rhonda was born when Mom and Dad were just eighteen. I came along just two years later. Our family lived on a small farm in a small town. The town where I went to school had very few cute girls. Actually, my sister Rhonda was the best looking girl in the school.

When I was thirteen Dad was killed in a freak farming accident, so that just left Mom, Rhonda and me at the house. By the time I turned sixteen, my friends had noticed how hot my mom and sister were. My friends would tell me I had it made living with two pretty women, but I didn't understand what the hell they meant.

I think my best friend, John, put it best. "Haven't you noticed how cute your sister is? And your mom is a real hotty, too. If I were you, I would set up a way to get a look at them in the shower. Just think about that pussy you could be watching."

What can I say? We were teenage boys and any female was fair game.

Okay, so I didn't have to be told twice. I was obsessed after that suggestion from John, and in a very short time I had rigged up a way to pop the screen out of my bedroom window and hang a mirror out and line it up with the bathroom, which was right next to my room. I had a straight shot into the shower.

Pay dirt! Now I just waited for the shows to begin, and begin they did. The first time my good-looking sister Rhonda went into the shower, I was watching. When she stripped off her clothes and turned on the water, my stiff dick was in my hand. And it didn't take me to long to shoot my load all over the floor in my room.

Then Mom hit the shower later that same night. I really hadn't noticed how good-looking my thirty-nine-year-old mom was until that moment. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, small firm breasts and an ass that wouldn't stop. Just like Rhonda!

When I told John about the show, he wanted in. "Hey, it was my idea in the first place," he whined.

I finally gave in. "Okay, stay over Saturday night. But get ready for some good-looking female flesh," I said, trying to sound cool. Little did I know what would end up happening.

About an hour or so after John came over, Rhonda went into the bathroom to take a shower before dinner. We weren't far behind. As soon as we heard the water start, we had the mirror out the window and were in teenage bliss. We must have been acting suspiciously in our haste to go upstairs because, to our horror...

"Just what the hell do you two young men think you are doing?" came the all too familiar voice of my mom from the doorway behind us.

I almost fell, spinning around and dropping the mirror onto the cement patio with a huge crash as it smashed into a million pieces.

"Ah...just stuff...you know...ah..." I stammered, my face turning beet red.

"Well, let’s just see what you two find so interesting out that window."

With two teenage boys hanging out a window with a mirror shining into a bathroom where an eighteen-year-old-girl was taking a shower, well, Mom figured it out pretty quick.

"So, David, spying on your sister. And getting your friend in on the crime, too. Just what do you think you're doing – a little sex education? Did you spy on me too, David?"

"Ah...yes, I guess," I said, trying to keep from crying.

"How about you, John? Did you spy on me too?"

"No, ma'am!" I thought John was about to shit his pants. He looked so scared. Then came the biggest shock of my life. "Ever jack off looking at me, Davy? Did you sit in here masturbating, wishing you were in there with your sister or me? Well, did you?"

"Ah, yes...I guess so."

"Hmmm, then I guess that you liked what you saw, huh?" Then, to further my humiliation, she called to Rhonda, asking her to come into the room and explained what we were doing.

"Well, if you two boys have been looking at us, it's only fair that we see you," was the shocking statement from the lovely lips of my freshly showered sister. "Let's see those little dicks of yours!"

We stood there with our hands crossed over our crotches in misery. I don't know about John, but I was about ready to fall through the floor with shame. After my Mom backed up Rhonda and sternly demanded that we comply, we started to slowly take off our clothes.

"Come on, boys, let’s hurry it up. We don't have all day!" Mom was in a hurry I guess.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, we were standing there, two nude lads with our hands covering our crotches and my

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