True Story - Voyeurism on Mom

I've been fascinated by my mother's body from a young age. She's in her mid-50s, with a stout and curvy figure, pale skin and short-cropped brunette hair. I have memories of my early childhood, peeking out from under the covers in hotel beds, catching glimpses of hanging sideboob as Mom changed clothes. On hot summer nights I would lay awake in bed, waiting for the witching hour when my parents would assume I slept and start fucking. Listening to the rhythmic, sensual moans I would imagine my young boy cock sliding in and out of her while I sucked her sweaty-glistening tits.

At 13 I discovered my first opportunity for real voyeurism while we stayed at my grandmother's house. I found an old, unused room next to the garage, with a window directly parallel to the room my parents inhabited. So that night, after Mom announced she was heading to bed, I quietly excused myself and crept into the room. I watched her strip down to her panties, finally getting a clear view of her hanging naked breasts.

I repeated this in the mornings, when the pale grey morning light gave a new perspective to her body, shining on her creamy skin and wide nipples.

This experience opened up a new world of possibilities for me. I learned that my parents liked to skinnydip in the hot tub at night, so I would peek over my windowsill and watch her luminous figure in the dark. When she showered, I would huddle next to the bathroom door and slip a CD underneath, catching the reflection of her damp, naked body.

To this day, I haven't made a real move on her. The closest I came was at the age of 10 or so, when she tried on a skimpy new bikini during a vacation. I tried to fabricate an "accidental" grope by seemingly aiming for her shoulder, then landing on her boob. I got a split second of soft, glorious contact, before withdrawing. She laughed it off.