Although my voyeurism at that age was primarily concerned with the naked female form and virtually any female would do, the feelings seldom went as fa... as including my own mother.As you can probably imagine, masturbation played quite a large part in my early teenage years - as I'm sure it does with most boys of that age. The difference was that whilst my friends were tugging themselves off to images of Playboy and Hustler, all I had to do was look in the next room for a wonderful view of Donna. She shoved one hand down the front of her panties, over her trimmed pubic mound and down to her wet pussy lips. The other had she shoved down the back of her panties, between her ass cheeks. She put the fingers of this hand to the pucker of her asshole feeling the sweat from the heat of the day. She ran her hand down to her taint and back out again. She brought this hand to her nose and inhaled deeply. Damn she loved this smell. Her sweat, the scent of her juices, the slight foul smell from her. "Does this have anything to do with your decision to get married?" Why would you think so?" I knew that she knew. This was the first time in 15 years that I was talking to her. The only conversations that we've had in the last 15 years have been through our lawyers. My lawyer stopped bleeding me dry when she became my lover. Her lawyer, kept right at it and I loved it."You are a bastard of the highest order. You knew about the affair and you cornered me such that I relinquished custody to you.. Billy was rubbing the shaft of his penis in a slow up and down motion that had me completely captivated from my hidden vantage point.My own hand by now had found my dripping vagina and I started to rub my inflamed clit in the same slow way that Billy was handling his manhood.Billy’s head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. He didn’t see me as I slowly opened his bedroom door and silently entered the room."Would you like me to help you with that?" I finally said out loud.Startled by the.