The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games - Sex Stories

The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games

... again, the same stall wasn’t empty. Two women were in it hungrily making out. One of them had her hand in the other’s skirt. Bob fast forward again, the next view was of the sinks and showed a woman washing her hands. “I’ll find it in a minute; it’s many, many, hours of footage I’ve recorded here.” Bob kept going, fast forwarding to parts of the footage. One showed a woman inserting a dildo while sitting on the toilet, another part showed a woman sucking a black guy’s cock in a stall. There were several scenes of women idly chatting at the sinks. Then Bob stopped the footage when he got to Nicole. “Ah there she is. Let’s listen.” Bob said to a quiet Vernon. “So yeah, the washer and dryer are pretty much useless now. I mean, they sort of work, but barely.” Nicole was telling the other women as they two reapplied makeup. “The roof is leaking too. So needless to say I’m quiet annoyed,” She laughed. “Sorry to hear that. Did you say you were taking night classes?” The other woman asked. “Nope, don’t have the money for it.” She said. “Cops don’t get paid enough sadly. This modeling gig here at the magazine helps out some, but it’s still not enough.” Vernon looked on in shocked, putting the pieces together. This was how Bob knew about the financial challenges they had been going through lately. This is how he was able to manipulate him. Vernon stood and backed away from Bob. “These cameras are great and easy to hide,” Bob said, taking out a small camera that looked somewhat like a ...

... web cam. “Hey don’t leave. You should be thanking me for helping you. I had a goal, of sex with your mother, and you’ve surpassed all my challenges. With my goal in mind, I knew I had to help some, to push you. This allowed me to bed her. You’ve won the ultimate prize now!” Bob opened up another file and it started playing. Vernon kept moving back, toward the door, afraid that he would attack the old man if he was too close. “Oh oh oh yes! Yes!” Vernon heard his mother’s moans coming through the laptop speakers. “Ugh, I’m gonna cum Nicole!” Vernon heard Bob cry out, followed by a slap across her ass. Vernon turned toward the door to leave. “Wait! I have to tell you about the ultimate prize!” Bob went to follow him. “Fuck you!” Vernon angrily shouted at the old man, stopping him in his tracks. Vernon hastily turned around and continued until he was at his car. He punched the seat next to him several times, before speeding off. He was fuming. He had no idea Bob had the audacity to spy on people in the bathroom, much less use the information against others. He wondered how many people Bob was manipulating. He was angry at his mother for giving in, but more so angry at himself for bringing this on the both of them. The next two weeks he and his mother avoided each other like the plague. He occasionally heard her quietly sobbing in her room. He desperately wanted to comfort her, but he was afraid and ashamed, and didn’t feel like opening a can of worms. He assumed she was crying ...