THEY CALL IT "WRONG". - Sex Stories

THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

... didn't care. I wanted her! Jesus Christ, I nearly came right there! I pulled back quickly, hoping she hadn't seen me peeping, and then hustled back to my bedroom and began stroking furiously with that wonderful vision still imprinted upon my mind. I came in no time at all with such f***e that it shot over my left shoulder and stained the pillow. I think some of it even got on the wall. I mopped it up as best I could and turned the pillow over, for fear that my step-mother might see it later if she came in to put away the laundry or something. I was in heaven. All I needed to do now was get up early...oh, fuck yes! This routine went on for a couple of weeks. I would awaken, on purpose now, even going so far as to noting the time the water was running and setting my alarm to buzz me awake at the same time she would be showering so that she wouldn't hear it over the sound of the water, then I'd tip-toe to the bathroom. Sometimes I would catch her just going into the shower - goddamn, her ass was magnificent! - and at other times, a little later, just as she was out of the shower and bending over the sink, getting a wonderful view of her tits just like that first accidental view (only now I lingered just a bit longer instead of pulling back immediately and hurrying to my bedroom to jack off). I didn't know it yet, but sometime during those first two weeks of this, she had managed to catch on to my clandestine viewing habits. My timing with the alarm must have been off or ...

... something. After all, sometimes I caught her just going into the shower, and at other times, after she had been out. The sound from the alarm could have been heard through the walls. Maybe that was it, or maybe she caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye the way I had seen her when I first saw her tits. I don't know, but I'm glad that it happened. Truly glad, else none of what followed would have ever occurred. I don't know if she had been startled at first, when she found out that I had been watching her through that crack in the door, or if she was ever angry or concerned - she never once said anything about it to anyone, nor treated me any differently. Whatever her initial reaction may have been, she never let on to anyone, least of all me...but now, I found that every so often, she would stand in the tub with the curtain pulled back, letting me see...everything! Sometimes she would even turn sideways and ever-so-slowly wash that wonderful area between her legs, or her ass, or her tits... Then it happened. One morning, I was there at the door, peering in, and she suddenly looked up, straight at me. I nearly jumped out of my skin! Holy shit, she had caught me! I hurried back as quietly as I could to my bedroom, scared half to death that she would shriek and then there would be a pounding on my door from her or my step-mother or my father...but nothing happened. Even though I was still scared, I couldn't help myself. The vision of her lovely body was still stirring my ...