David Crane

A voyeur mom

CHAPTER ONE

Mrs. Duncan sure was sexy, Jeff thought.

The voluptuous redhead had answered the door wearing a frilly, semi-transparent nightie. Jeff had been able to see the stiff points of her big tits and the shadowed outline of her bushy cunt-mound though the sheer material. He'd had to hide his rising hard-on behind his toolbox.

Now he wondered if she was kinky, as well. Jeff was a journeyman carpenter and Jenny Duncan had hired him to install a pair of mirrors in her bedroom but it wasn't as simple as that. The mirrors were made of one-way glass, reflective like any mirror on one side but transparent from the other side, so that a person could look through without being seen.

There were three bedrooms in a row in the Duncan house and she was having him place the spying mirrors in the master bedroom, which was in the middle, so that anyone Mrs. Duncan herself, presumably in that center room would be able to observe the bedrooms an either side.

That seemed kinky to Jeff.

At first he wondered if she might be a voyeur, planning to play the peeper on house guests. But after he got the mirrors in place, he could tell that the adjoining rooms must belong to her kids.

One was obviously a girl's room, with pink wallpaper and rock posters and a teddy bear collection. And the other, equally evident, was the room of a teenaged boy, with model airplanes and athletic equipment.

Now, why would a woman want to play Peeping Tom on her own children? wondered Jeff, who was a relatively inexperienced young man and didn't understand such things.

He was just setting the last screw into the frame when Mrs. Duncan came into the bedroom.

"Almost finished?" she asked. "Just a few more minutes," Jeff muttered, slightly abashed to find his cock stiffening again, stimulated by being in a bedroom with a curvaceous, flame-haired divorcee. It seemed quite intimate.