Robert Vickers

Peeping aunt

CHAPTER ONE

The grass was wet under her bare feet, almost as wet as her crotch was getting. The woman's hand shook slightly as she edged closer to the half-open window. From inside the darkened room came the sounds of two people fucking.

The sounds were unmistakable. Lynn Edmunds should know those sounds, the impassioned grunts, the soft sighs, the slurping sound of a cock dulling into an excited cunt. She should know thorn well. But not first-hand. Not really.

All she did was listen.

She listened and watched and enjoyed vicariously. Not for her was the powerful embrace and the sweat-drenched bodies locked together in love. The thought of actually having a man stick that into her soft, gently flowing twat repulsed her.

But watching…

That was a thrill, a big thrill, and one she could really get off on. Like she was doing now outside her nephew's window.

The deep grunts were those of the sixteen-year-old boy. She could tell because she'd listened outside his window so many times. Most of the high school girls considered Carey a real stud. And the current love-partner in his bed seemed a notch above what he usually sneaked home under his parents' watchful eyes.

Lynn had seen them come in the back door shortly after midnight. Carey had tried to be quiet, but his aunt knew all his tricks, knew exactly when to watch and wait.

She had to admit Joanne was a beautiful girl. If the floppy sweater was any clue, the brunette was probably one of the school's cheerleaders. Lynn could appreciate feminine beauty she had developed quite an eye for it.