The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games - Sex Stories

The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games

... her back, right above the meaty swell of her massively muscular backside. He thought about the magazine images he saw earlier, thinking that there’s a chance he may see her naked later. He pushed those thoughts of his head. She ended the hug. Vernon let his hands drop, his fingers slightly grazing a pajama pants covered butt cheek. He instantly blushed. Nicole messed up his hair again, not noticing it, apparently. “I love you Vernie, take a nice long nap. That’s really sweet of you to help Bob out.” Nicole called out to him as she left his room. Vernon sighed, shaking his head, he thought, “You won’t think I’m that sweet if you knew what I agreed to do for some extra money.” About 15 minutes later, his mother pulled out of their driveway, her car making the same rattling noise it had been for the last few weeks. Vernon immediately headed toward his mother’s bedroom and checked out her window situation. He pulled the drapes apart maybe three inches. He used his new iPhone as a reference. He pulled them back a little more, thinking that four inches or so should be enough to allow him to capture footage from outside. Her room wasn’t all that big. She would mostly likely be in his phone’s field of vision. He wondered if the open drapes were too noticeable. Sunlight was creeping in through them, but he was going to wait until night time to try this. Perhaps she wouldn’t notice the drapes allowing more sunlight to creep because she would be in there at night. The only problem he ...

... may run into is the drapes being closed again by her. He tried to recall if she ever messed with drapes at all. He knew that she usually got up in the morning before the sun rises. So since she didn’t sleep late, perhaps she would have no need to double check if they were closed all the way or not. He did that in his room so he could sleep a little later without sunlight waking him, but only on Saturday and Sundays. His mother got up went to the gym almost daily, arriving back at home as the sun was rising. Vernon left her room, grabbed his coat, put on some shoes and headed outside. The window to her bedroom was on front of the house, to the right of the front door. There was a small row of bushes that had lost their leaves for the winter in front of it. Luckily there was roughly an 18 inch gap between the bushes and the window. Vernon could easily slide his thin frame back there. Crouching may be an issue, but if he discovered that twisting his body would allow him to hide in that gap without banging up against the bushes and possibly making noise. Looking to his feet he saw dead leaves from the shrubs and promptly cleared as much of those out as possible. He didn’t want the crunching of dead leaves to alert her to a peeping tom outside her window. “Someone like me,” he sighed again, attempting to not focus on the guilt. With the leaves cleared out of the gap, save for a small amount of leaves right next to the front steps which he could easily hop over – Vernon didn’t want ...