Caught on Camera - Sex Stories

Caught on Camera

... photos, and snuck back to my room and locked the door.

I pulled up one of the photos on my phone, set it on my desk, dropped my pants, and stroked my erection away.

Once I laid back down, I suddenly felt incredibly guilty. That was my AUNT that I just jerked to.

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I tried my best not to change my demeanor around my aunt, but I don't think I was very successful. I think she might have noticed but didn't act any differently.

I had a few long shifts sorting and organizing gadgets that came in at work the following week. My sneaky spying act kept running through my head on a constant loop. I wanted to see more, yet I felt terrible for wanting to see more.

The lust has overpowered the guilt and my mind kept racing.

I did try to sneak another peek, but she was usually completely covered up by her sheets or facing the other way while sleeping. Sometimes around the house I'd sneak a glance here and there when she'd lean over but mostly I was too afraid of getting called out.

I wanted to see more but had no idea how.

Then, it hit me.

My store had a nice sized shipment of different web cams come in, including some expensive wireless ones. Some of them were really tiny too; easy to hide. I cracked a package open and studied them on my early shift when business was slow.

Most of these odd webcams were small and magnetized. They could hide anywhere.

I then realized that I was plotting to mod wireless webcams to spy on my hot aunt.

Once again, lust ...

... overpowered logic.

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I LOVE technology. I lusted for Aunt Brooke. Bad combination.

I got home and walked in on mom and Aunt Brooke talking about her starting up dating.

"Maybe you just need a little rebound somethin' somethin', huh?" my mom said, not realizing I was there.

"Maybe. It's been a while--" Aunt Brooke spoke, cutting herself off as I stepped into the living room.

"Bad timing on my part, eh?" I said, smiling.

Aunt Brooke smiled wryly. Mom blushed a little.

"Well, you're an adult now. Sex talk shouldn't phase you, right?" Brooke said, sipping on a glass of red wine.

"That may be so, but not with my son!" My mom said, raising her hand in defiance. Brooke and I laughed. They seemed a little drunk to me.

"Whatcha got there?" Mom said, gesturing at my hands while attempting to change the subject.

The Radio Shack bag containing my shiny new webcams. I almost forgot I had them.

"Oh, these?" I said, holding the bag up, "Just some nerdy electronic stuff. Gonna go geek out for a while."

Aunt Brooke raised an eyebrow. I almost felt as if she knew what I was up to for a second.

"Are you building a girlfriend or something up there? I thought guys your age just wanted to chase some tail around." she garishly spoke, sipping on her wine.

"I said no sex talk with my son, damnit!" Mom sarcastically said, mock glaring at Brooke.

"Alright, I'll leave you ladies to it... well, whatever 'it' is." I said, dramatically flinging my arms and ...