More Obsession with Mom

In addition to the peeping incidents I recounted in an earlier (true) story, I had other occasions to see my mom nude. While still living on the east coast, with the family not yet split by divorce, my dad had a pond dug in our backyard, fed by a small river that bordered our property. Everyone in the family would swim in the pond during summer, and my dad even convinced the family to try a little nudism while doing so. Mostly it was my brothers and me that skinny-dipped, but I distinctly remember a couple of occasions that Mom joined us. I remember admiring her perfect figure and beautiful breasts before she entered the water to swim. I think my dad even photographed her out of the water, but those photos are now long since lost.

I also used another method to watch Mom when she was naked. Our bathroom had a high window that allowed light in, but was too high for anyone to see in. Of course, when you're a very horny young teenager, you find solutions! In our backyard was a short section of a tree stump that boosted me just high enough to see in through the bathroom window. It was great to be able to use both eyes to see my naked mom, rather than only one eye that a keyhole allowed. What I can't quite figure out now is how my mom wouldn't have noticed the darkening at the window when my head blocked some of the light, because I was doing this during the day! She never spoke to me if she knew I was watching her bathe.

Even when in my early teens, my mom would administer enemas if one of us had digestive cramps from a stomach bug. I remember lying on the bathroom floor naked while Mom inserted the tube in my rectum, allowing the water in the water bottle to fill my large intestine. Even though I was feeling stomach pains and nausea, they thrill of being naked in front of Mom aroused me. I didn't get a raging erection due to the distraction of the nausea, but at least a partial fullness was evident in my penis.

After the family moved across country and my parents divorced, I continued to peep on my mom when she would undress for bed. I'd go into the back yard, which was fenced so the neighbors couldn't see me. I don't remember what I told my mom I was doing out there in the dark, but she knew I was in the backyard on several occasions. One time, I was very close to her bedroom window watching her undress through the curtains when she came to the window and called my name to ask a question. Yikes! I was right by the window and she would be able to tell I was that close if I answered! I answered anyway, trying to throw my voice like I was across the yard. If she knew I was that close, she didn't let on. I sometimes think she knew I watched her, but she never put on a show to tease me or arouse me. Hell, I was plenty aroused already!

I always fantasized that Mom would find an occasion to take me aside and undress for me, inviting me to see her up close and in intimate detail, even to the extent that I could touch her to experience the texture and weight of her breasts, the softness of her pubic hair. That never happened, but it still arouses me to think of it.