Encouraging the Voyeur Pt. 01

The hot water splashed into the bathtub, forming bubbles as Emmanuelle sat back against the cool porcelain, letting her toes dance in the spray. The water grew deeper and deeper as she slowly spread the suds over her body. It was her 10:00am ritual and she always enjoyed her time in the bathtub.

The window was open above her, the light, filtered through the large oak tree from the neighbors yard, streamed in. The air was still cool for an early summer morning. But she wanted it that way… she wanted it open. For him.

“Are you touching yourself?” she asked no one, as her hands slid over her breasts, her fingertips quickly circling and pinching her hard nipples. “Mmm… I hope so. I imagine you have a nice, big cock.”

You know that feeling… like someone’s watching you? For some people, it could be scary. For others, it’s exciting. But for Emmanuelle… it gave her butterflies. It excited her. Knowing there was someone out there watching her… was a big turn-on. Especially when she knew it was her son.

Every morning, at just about 10:00am, Vince snuck out the back door, down the little path on the side of the house between the neighbor’s privacy fence and his house, and hid, waiting for her. The bathroom window was at the perfect height for him to surreptitiously peer inside to see her naked body.

She knew she should feel guilty for her feelings, but… she really didn’t. They almost seemed natural to her. And her feelings for him had only grown in recent years as he became a man and as, over the past year, her husband had pulled away from her, becoming increasingly distant and unwilling to be intimate with her.

She was frustrated and unwilling to fight against her sexual needs and desires. If she got excited by Vince watching her, masturbating to her, then so be it. She wanted it. She wanted someone to desire her that badly.

She was going to encourage it.

“You’re such a bad boy,” Emmanuelle giggled. “But you are a handsome young man.” She turned off the water and used her hands to lift water and bubbles to her chest, neck, and shoulders, letting it flow down her body.

Since that very first time she caught him peeping on her, she knew she had to have it again and again. She masturbated in the bathtub, knowing he was watching her. There was something about his presence that aroused her. And, every time, she came like she never came before.

She lifted her loofah and swiped it first down one arm and then the next, letting the soapy water clean and refresh her skin, letting the oils soften it. Then she lay back, relaxing, letting her hand stray between her legs, to slide her fingertips over her clit in a lazy circle.

She could feel his eyes on her. When she slid her finger inside her, she imagined it was his. When she rubbed her clit, she pictured it was his strong, firm tongue massaging it. Many times she imagined confronting him, letting him know that she could see him, that she knew he was there. She dreamt of him joining her in her bathroom or in her bed. But she never did. What if she scared him? What if he only liked to look at her… or desire her… from a distance, behind the glass of her bathroom window?

She moaned softly, her pussy feeling so electrified. “I hope you’re enjoying this… spying on me… as much as I am,” she said to the air. “I don’t mind you looking at me. In fact… I enjoy it very much. It turns me on that you jerk off while watching me… thinking about me. I’ve seen how you look at my tits. Do you fantasize about cumming on them? Mmm… I wish I could see you cum for me… watch you cum all over my tits. My pussy is so wet just thinking about it. And for a woman my age, that’s a compliment.”

She sat in the corner, on the edge of the tub, and put her legs on the cool porcelain to hold her up. Her hand returned between her legs, rubbing her engorged, sensitive clit once again, pinching and rolling it between her fingers, and pulling her swollen labia.

“You like watching me play with my pussy?” she panted, not expecting an answer. “Just think about putting your hard dick right inside there. Right in my wet pussy. God, it’s so sensitive right now… it feels so good.”

She thought she could hear him breathing harder, thought she could her him moaning. And that excited her more. Oh, if she could only hear him cum for her.

“Oh… yes… oh my God… I’m so close,” she panted, her fingers moving faster. Her free hand squeezed her breast, pinching and pulling at her swollen nipple. “Pinch my nipples… yes… it makes me cum so hard.”

She thought she heard him gasp, as if he saw her and could barely control himself. “Are you gonna cum? Yeah?” she asked, easily sliding two fingers inside herself and slapping her clit as she thrust inside again and again. “Cum all over that pussy. Cum all over mommy’s pussy.”

She knew her body well. Her hands were experienced and it was easy to bring herself to orgasm. But with his image in her mind, an image of kocaeli escort his hand squeezing her breast, of his fingers tugging and pulling on her nipples so teasingly, of his tongue lapping and sucking her clit so perfectly, she threw herself over the edge.

“Yeah… yes! Fuck! I’m cumming!” Her body shook, her legs barely able to hold her up as her pussy spasmed so wonderfully. Her clit was still on fire as she stepped away from the tub and started draining it, toweling off while looking at herself in the mirror. She dared not look at the window and see him… he’d be scared off for sure.

She turned to walk out the door, the towel held loosely in her hand. Her bare body his to see as he wished. “Oh… that was good. I’ll see you tomorrow sweetie.”

*****

Emmanuelle stood at the kitchen sink, idly looking out the bay window into their dark back yard as she scrubbed the dinner pan. Her nipples were hard, little points in her shirt as she wondered if he was there in the dark, watching her, cock in hand, jerking off.

Every scrub she made, every circle of the sponge, made her breasts jiggle just perfectly, making her nipples rub against the fabric of her blouse. They were so hard. She wished she could give them some attention. Her pussy, too, was demanding some attention and had been for some time now. She wished she’d get ANY attention, especially from her husband. But it wasn’t happening.

“Have you seen Vince,” her husband Daniel asked as he walked in. “His fucking car’s in the driveway, so I know he’s here somewhere.”

“What’s wrong honey?” she asked, drying her hands and tossing the towel onto the counter.

“You know what’s wrong,” he said, obviously upset. “Have you seen him around?”

“Vince? I saw him earlier,” she said. While she hoped he was in the back yard or in the dining room peering around the wall, watching her, fantasizing about her, even jacking off to her, she really didn’t know where he was. “He’s probably getting ready to go to work or something.”

Daniel shook his head. “As long as he’s not out there perving on people. You especially. Someone’s going to end up calling the cops and it might just be me.”

“Hey… come on,” she said, trying to calm him down. “You’re overreacting.”

“Am I?” he asked, his anger flaring. “We don’t need some creepy-ass kid walking around spying on people… spying on you in your private time. It’s obscene.”

“Baby… he’s just a kid,” she said calmly, trying not to get into yet another fight.

“He’s nineteen!” he said. “He’s a fucking man and should act like one. And you know how horny he is. Wear a fucking bra for crying-out-loud. No one can miss those goddamed nipples.”

She looked at him, shocked. “He’s hardly a man,” she said, shaking her head. “You weren’t that mature when you were nineteen. Besides, it’s not like he’s actually going to see anything anyway.” Her anger was starting to build. She needed to be fucked so badly and her husband wasn’t doing it. And he was complaining about the only thing that was currently giving her any pleasure at all. “No one sees anything right now. You haven’t touched me in months!”

“Really Em?” he said, shocked that she went there. “You know I’m having medical problems. And every couple goes through a rut. It ain’t fucking fair to bring this up every time we argue.”

“I don’t care about that!” she yelled agrilly. “You can’t blame everything on your fucking limp dick. I deserve intimacy. And you still have ten fingers, a mouth, and a tongue. Maybe you should use those once in a while.”

Daniel shook his head and threw up his hands. “I can’t deal with this shit right now.” He turned and grabbed his suitcase. “My flight leaves in two hours. I have to go.” He walked to the front door, rolling his suitcase behind him.

“Yeah… right,” she said, still needing an outlet for her anger and frustration. “Coward. Just what you always do. Run.”

“I’ll call you when I get to the hotel,” he said as he opened the door and left.

“That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” she said more softly. “Yeah.” Then she looked up at the ceiling and raised her voice, hoping that Vince would hear, too. “I guess I’ll have to just take care of myself then.”

*****

It was a difficult night for her as she lay in bed. The windows were open, letting in the soft, cool night breeze, but it wasn’t cooling her down. Her body was on fire and needed something… anything. Or maybe anyone.

She wondered idly if Vince was outside her window, looking in or listening to her. Would he hear her moans? Would he hear her cum? She hoped so.

She turned on her wand vibrator, set it to its highest setting, and put it against her clit. It wasn’t what she needed, but it would have to do. At least for now. And the sudden shock of the powerful vibrations drove her quickly to the edge.

And in that moment, she began hatching a plan. An deviant, incestuous plan that could end her marriage. But kocasinan escort as she thought through each step, fantasizing about what could happen, she grew more and more excited, and more sure that she was going to do it.

She exploded in orgasm as she imagined Vince exploding on her that first time, his cum spraying over her chest, abdomen, and pussy with its ropes of white stickiness as he knelt between her legs, his head thrown back from the intense pleasure.

*****

At 10:00am the next morning, Emmanuelle walked into her bathroom full of energy and a desire to put her plan in motion. She walked to the tub and turned on the water, stopping the drain and dribbling some of the bubble bath into it once the water temperature was just right.

She turned towards the mirror and began to slowly take off her robe, enjoying the sight of her naked body in the image. She lay the robe aside and palmed her breasts as she watched herself, slightly pinching and pulling her nipples. That was always what got her excited the fastest. She loved having her nipples played with.

When the tub was about half full, she stepped into it and, as always, leaned back against the cool porcelain, letting her feet play in the spray of water. She lifted water and bubbles to her arms, shoulders, and chest, enjoying the bubbly heat as it dribbled down her body.

“This bubble bath makes my skin so soft,” she said, hoping Vince was just outside the open window as he always was. “And the hot water feels so good. Today we’re gonna make it feel really, really good. You and me… we’re gonna take our time. And we’re going to tease ourselves.”

She giggled. “I’m going to definitely tease you. Oh yeah… and we’re both going to cum so hard. But we’re in no rush. We’re going to go slow and make it feel so… fucking… good.”

She lifted one leg out of the water and put it on the edge of the tub to help spread her legs wider. One hand went directly to her sensitive clit, while the other continued to tease her nipple.

“I just want to make your dick nice and hard,” she moaned. “It turns me on so much to know you’re watching me right now. Watching me… with that fat dick in your hand. I wish I could see you right now… stroking that cock… while you watch me be a naughty little slut today.”

She envisioned her young, virile son, peering in the window, his pants down around his knees, his hard, long dick in his hand as he stroked it. He would be practically drooling over her, watching her masturbate, watching her body undulate in the hot water just a few feet away.

“Just nice and slow… up and down,” she said softly, imaging his hand slowing down to the pace she dictated. She imagined him being so ready to cum that it frustrated him to go that slow, but he reluctantly complied, groaning. “I can just imagine that hard cock in your hand. I know what you want to do with that dick. Do you know how horny it makes me? Knowing that you want to fuck me? Do you know how wet it makes my little cunt knowing that you’re there, watching me? Knowing that you want to stick that cock right in my little pussy. Or maybe in my mouth? It turns me on so much.”

She slipped her other hand beneath the water, under her leg and cupped her ass. She squeezed her cheek before sliding her fingers deeper, along the crack, until they reached her tight little asshole. With just her middle finger she circled it, teasingly, feeling the pleasure radiate through her.

“So don’t you stop stroking as you watch me,” she said, smiling up at the window. She thought she could see the top of his head over the sill. “It makes me so horny just knowing that you’re there right now. Touching that cock just for me. My nipples are so hard… and so sensitive. I can almost feel your hands on them right now… and all over my fucking body.”

She was panting and sweating. The hot water was bad enough, but touching herself and thinking about her son was making her body boil. She slid the tip of her middle finger into her ass as her fingers swirled over her clit rapidly. The dual sensations were almost too much for her.

“Oh…. oh God… my pussy is so fucking wet.” She groaned loudly as she pulled her hands away, afraid that she was going to make herself cum. She was tired of that, tired of making herself cum. Today was going to be different. She was breathing heavy as she pushed herself up and stood in the tub. She grabbed her large, fluffy towel and dried herself off before stepping out and opening the drain to let the water out.

The tile was cool beneath her feet as she slowly walked out the bathroom door and into her bedroom. She was hoping Vince was still watching her. He could easily move to her bedroom window next, easily find a hiding place near one of these windows to peer through.

She slowly walked to her dresser, swaying her hips seductively, and opened one of the small, top drawers. She fingered through the lacy material of kolej escort her panties, looking for just the right pair and pulled them out, setting them on the top of the dresser. Then she opened another drawer, this one filled with various lingerie pieces. She fingered them quickly and pulled out a black lace babydoll, with a plunging neckline and very low-cut back. It was one of her favorites, bought a year ago when she was still trying to entice Daniel.

She took the two items and walked to the bed, setting them on top of the comforter. Slowly, she slid the panties up her legs and adjusted them, making sure they were snug around her swollen pussy and that the G-string in back was nicely centered in her ass. Then she slid into the babydoll, adjusting it over her ample 44-D breasts. They were a sagging now, as she grew older, and her hips were larger than she would have liked, but she still thought she looked sexy.

She adjusted the cups of the babydoll over her breasts, each filling the cup completely. Each cup was translucent, showing just a little of her very hard nipple through it. The rest of the material was see-through, showing her stomach and hips, showing her panties beneath it. She looked in the full-length mirror on the closet door and turned first to the right, then to the left, liking what she saw.

She walked to the windows and opened one, looking out. She didn’t see Vince and there wasn’t much else there, just the privacy fence and the top of the neighbors house. But she hoped… she thought for sure that Vince was there.

“I know you’re out there Vince,” she said. “It’s time to be an adult about this. You can’t keep peeping in the bushes. Besides, you got to see me. It’s only fair that I get to see you, too.” She waited, hoping to hear something to know that she wasn’t just talking to the window. “I’m waiting for you.”

She moved back to the bed and sat on the edge, waiting for him. It seemed like it was taking forever and she was beginning to think her plan was ruined, until she heard movement from her bathroom. Then footsteps and Vince appeared in the doorway, looking at her. His face showed everything that she wanted when he saw what she was wearing, desire and excitement… lust… want… and need.

He was wearing sweatpants and the front was tented obscenely. She smiled, knowing just how much she was going to enjoy this.

“Hello, Vince,” she said, smiling.

“Hi… mom.”

“Vince, Vince, Vince… were you outside my window?” she asked playfully and accusingly.

“I was… uh… I saw some trash had blown over there… and was just picking it up,” he said quickly, as if thinking on his feet. “I swear.”

“Uh huh,” she smiled. “I’m surprised your father didn’t scare you enough the last time he caught you peeping on me. You know he was so… so angry.”

“I wasn’t…” Vince protested, not wanting to get into trouble again.

“He is right you know,” she interrupted him, standing and walking over until she was right in front of him. “You are a little old to be acting like this.” She crossed her arms under her breasts, lifting them for his viewing pleasure. “Spying on women without their consent can get you in a lot of trouble.”

“I’m… I’m not just spying on any women,” he said, hoping she’d understand why he was doing what he was doing. “I’m not running around the neighborhood or anything. It’s… it’s just you.”

“Oh, so that’s supposed to make me feel better?” she asked, laughing.

“I’m not some creep… and I’m not a pervert.”

“Why do you spy on me, Vince?” she asked, cocking her head to one side waiting for some kind of legitimate excuse.

“Because… because I… I want you,” he admitted softly.

“Well isn’t that a sweet sentiment,” she said. “But I’m your mother…. and I’m a married woman.”

“And… and I know he can’t get it up any more and he doesn’t please you,” he said. “That’s insane. I would treat you so much better… so much better than he does.”

“Whether he can get it up or not, we’re still married, and you’re still my son,” she said. “It’s wrong for you to look at me like that and it’s wrong for me to do anything about it. But,” she said, pausing for effect. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you in. Let’s have a talk, heart to heart. And… let’s make a deal.”

“A deal?” he asked, sounding skeptical, yet hopeful. “What kind of deal?”

“A deal that we’ll both benefit from,” she said softly. “I’m not getting any action as I think you know. You have to be picking up on that. And I notice you, a young man like yourself, keeping in shape, looking great. So I thought I’d have this little talk with you to get a little… arrangement going… a little fun.”

She ran her hands over her body, squeezing her breasts and pulling her nipples. “I mean, it’s a shame to have this hot, sexy body go to waste. Don’t you think? I’ll give you something you’ve never had before.”

Vince looked at her, dumbfounded as he watched everywhere her hands went, watched her tease all of her erogenous zones. His mouth was dry and he licked his lips.

“Just this once,” she said, “I’ll let you eat my pussy. You’ll get a lovely snack, I’ll get a nice little orgasm and then everything will go back to normal. Do you understand?”

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