The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games - Sex Stories

The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games

... for her. He gasped when they embraced and quickly kissed, while Rodney squeezed her butt with his massive black hands. “Opportunities,” Vernon said to himself, walking toward his room, shaking his head. He wondered if Bob met with Rodney and convinced or hired him to get close to his mother, potentially providing an opportunity for Vernon to spy on the two of them having sex. The anger and shame was too much. Sitting on his bed, eyes to the floor, shaking his head, he lay down and went to sleep. He was awoken four hours later by a low humming sound. It was a car in park. He knew it was Rodney’s car. Getting out of his bed and heading to his window he peered onto the driveway. He could see Rodney illuminated by a street lamp and his car’s headlights reflecting off the garage door. He was alone, or at least it appeared to be. Rodney threw his head back in his seat, holding it there for a moment. Then Vernon saw her. His mother, previously hidden, was rising up from Rodney’s lap, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Vernon turned away and got back in the bed, knowing what was happening in the car, knowing that Bob arranged this, cursing him and himself. “Opportunities,” He muttered softly, imitating that obnoxious note from Bob. Chapter 11 “Here’s your phone Vernie. Don’t lose it!” Nicole tossed the phone onto Vernon’s lap the next afternoon while he sat at on his bed going through some notes from school. “Oh yeah, thanks, guess I left it in the kitchen,” he replied, ...

... not looking at his mother. “Are you ok Vernie?” Nicole asked, plopping down next to him on the bed. She threw his arm around her. Vernon blushed as his hand landed on her thigh. “I haven’t hung out with you this past week, I miss you,” She smiled, holding him tightly. “I miss you too, it’s just school work and all,” He trailed off, noticing his hand gently rubbing her thigh. He quickly pushed erotic thoughts out of his head. The two sat in silence for a moment while Vernon thought about his upcoming plans. He again, paused after catching himself rubbing her thigh. His mother didn’t seem to notice or care. He sighed, rising to stand, made his way to his desk to pretend to sort some school papers. “I’m here if you want to hang out or talk. Ok Vernie?” Nicole told her son, as she was leaving his bedroom, her voice having a slight twinge of sadness. The next weekend the roofers were at the house, busily repairing damaged shingles. The following weekend, Vernon was outside pressure washing the driveway and vinyl siding with the equipment he rented. In both instances his mother was working at the magazine. None of these tasks were making his guilt go away or the thoughts of possibly filming her in the act - having sex with someone. Vernon blamed Bob on all the house repairs that he had done. There was some truth in it, as it was money he got from Bob that paid to do this. But his mother was led to believe Bob directly paid for the roof repairs and pressure washing equipment. Nicole ...