The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games - Sex Stories

The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games

... door as quietly as possible, but he knew his mother had to be out cold by now if she wasn’t earlier. Making his way back inside, cursing himself again for his disrespectful actions, he climbed into his bed and drifted off to sleep. Chapter 10 Late the next afternoon Vernon sat across from Bob watching the old man grin devilishly at the video footage Vernon obtained the previous night. He wanted to punch the old man in the face every time he licked his lips when his mother’s moans played back across the speaker. Vernon was done with this insanity. No more footage. He was taking the money and leaving. He couldn’t look his mother in the face that morning and avoided her as much as possible that day before going to claim his money for completing this challenge. “Amazing. She’s gorgeous,” was the only thing Bob could say afterward viewing the footage. His was clearly at a loss for words; however, he did manage to speak up after giving Vernon a check for $20,000. “Simply amazing. The footage was so long too.” “Alright, I’m leaving,” Vernon said, standing up. “No, wait, where you are going? I’m not done here,” Bob replied. “No, but I am. I’m done with this. This is wrong and it’s over. Thanks for the money, but I can’t keep doing this. The thought of hurting her like this…I can’t take it.” Vernon tuned and starting walking toward the door. “Police officers don’t make much money do they? Wouldn’t it be great if she could go back to school? Maybe get her degree?” Bob asked right as ...

... Vernon placed his hand on the doorknob. “Yeah it would, I’m going to be helping her with that too,” Vernon started turning the knob, ignoring his inner curiosity as to why this old man knew any of this information. “An extra $40,000 on top of that 20 would help tremendously wouldn’t it? She could quit being a cop and go back to school. You know, make something of herself for her and for you. It’d lead to a better, more comfortable life.” “No!” Vernon took his phone out of his pocket, angrily marched back to Bob’s desk, and slammed it on the surface. “I’m not going to hurt her anymore.” Vernon could feel the guilt welling up inside him, he wanted to break down and cry over what he’s done, but somehow kept things together. He turned around, quickly taking his leave. Leaving Bob’s office, he nearly fell over as he collided with a large black man. “Sorry,” his deep voice said as he moved to the side. Vernon moved along hearing Bob in the background talking to the man, his voice gradually getting smaller and smaller as Vernon got further away, “Ah welcome, welcome. You’re a bit early but that’s ok. Hope the flight from Miami was nice…” For the next week Vernon avoided his mother, he was too ashamed to be around her. Several times he masturbated to the image of her nude body in his head, always kicking himself afterward. He would go to bed early or stay in his room studying. The week dragged on, he wanted to talk to her so badly, he wanted to hold her, to shower with her, and – he ...