I caught my son's best friend spying on me - Sex Stories

I caught my son's best friend spying on me

There I stood in my room, in just my matching pink bra, and thong. My reflection just looked back at me, and my big boobs, as I stood at five foot nine. My brown hair moved along with my head as I struck many poses. Two years before, I became a divorced woman after over twenty years of marriage, leaving me as a forty-four-year-old divorcée. I managed to get one wonderful son named Joe out of the deal though and he always had friends come and go. As he turned twenty and my divorce became final, he became friends with a young man named Bruce. He was a cute young man at age twenty-one, as he had black hair, and stood at six feet. I caught him spying on me many times, like when I was in the shower, or in my bedroom. Once when Joe and him were supposed to be outside, I pranced into the kitchen naked. There was a small window where you could see in there, but you'd have to stand on their tippy toes to see in there. As I was at the fridge leaning down looking for a soda so my butt and pussy lips were starring at the window. When I leaned up, I noticed him at the window. I just saw him out the corner of my eye, so he didn't realize I knew he was watching me. I never busted him for his voyeuristic crimes, because I got off on being watched. I could only guess that Joe had no idea about Bruce's crimes. That night, as I stood in my room, I was getting ready for a party and I had no idea what to wear. I had been sexless since the divorce and I wanted to be the sexiest fox there. ...

... Eventually, my bra and panties came off leaving me completely naked. I thought I looked good for my age with some noticeable body fat. No guy wants a woman that is too skinny, so I felt good about myself. My nipples were just the right size for my tits and they didn't sag too much either. My ass wasn't fat and I had a sexy landing strip on my pussy too. I knew Bruce appreciated every single one of those details, because I found him spying on me again. I had my door closed, but I found it cracked opened just a little bit. Just enough for a single eye to see through there and get an eyeful for me. I kept my mirror about four feet from the door on the right side and I stood about five feet in front of it. His viewing window was small, but he got the view he wanted. I made sure to not look over there, so he would have no idea I knew he was there. Although, on the other hand, I felt it was time for him to get a closer look. An idea popped into my head so I slowly strolled towards the door and as I figured, Bruce bolted. I put on my robe and went looking for him. I made it to the living room, and I found him laying on the couch. I would have thought he'd be masturbating, but I concluded that he thought it'd be too risky. Either way, there was no way he would turn down a favor to me. I came towards him as my robe wasn't tied completely. "Hello, Bruce, how are you?" "Fine," His head leaned down. "Where is Joe?" I rambled closer to him. "I thought he'd be here." "He went to his Jill's house, ...