The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games - Sex Stories

The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games

... first one. His mother gets up at 4am most mornings. She goes to work out and is back home by 6 am. Vernon doesn’t have to be up for school until 7 am. All he would have to do is be awake when she returns home from the gym, listen for the sound of her shower, and then go grab some footage – in theory. She has a glass shower stall so there’s no shower curtain to deal with. “Alright, sure.” Vernon grunted. “Excellent! The footage can be her getting into the shower, or shortly after she’s already done so. I want the footage to show her entire shower session up until she turns the water off and if you can manage, until she wraps a towel around her.” Bob explained. Vernon shook his head as more guilt overcame him for something he hadn’t done yet. “Fine.” He missed his opportunity Monday morning because he overslept. That evening he prepared dinner for the two of them. He cooked spaghetti, as it was simple enough, and he knew she liked it. “What do I owe the honor of this wonderful young man cooking for me?” Nicole playfully asked, hugging Vernon tightly. Resting his head on her shoulder, he glanced down to her large protruding, yoga pant covered butt. Visions of it popped into his head from the brief glance he had of it the other night. The reason for the dinner was his attempt to make himself feel better for his actions; but he couldn’t tell her that. “I don’t know, just felt like helping out some.” He replied. “Well it is much appreciated,” his mother replied, kissing him on the ...

... cheek as she made her way to their couch. She patted the couch cushion next to her, “sit.” Vernon did as he was told. Nicole rose to her knees on the cushion. Reaching behind her, she appeared to be pulling the tight yoga pants out of her buttcrack. Afterward, she moved Vernon’s arm to the side and collapsed into him, wrapping her arms around him on the couch. He instinctively patted her back. “Remember this weekend I’ll be away. I have to go take some more pictures with the magazine, alright? So no crazy parties,” his mother joked. “Don’t worry I won’t.” Vernon’s plan was to actually take his mother’s car to get the rattling issue fixed. He didn’t mention that to her though. They sat on the couch for another hour, chatting about random things. She asked her son about school work and if he was still trying to figure out his plans after high school. He asked her questions about her fitness routines and scary situations on the job. He almost forgot about his second attempt to capture her showering. Vernon went to bed earlier than normal that night. He didn’t want to oversleep again. Five thirty am came quick, too quick. Vernon couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten up that early. He was nearly asleep again when he heard his mother come home from the gym at around 5:45. His eyes shot open and listened for her shower to start. Around five minutes passed and he heard it. He quietly got out of bed, grabbed his phone, and snuck down the hallway to her room. Her bedroom door ...