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 OUTSMARTED



   By Happenstance

   Although I have been doing it for nearly past two months, not every day
but whenever I got the opportunity, still my limbs went weak and palms got
sweaty, from fear I guess, and my heart beats shot up, both from fear and
excitement, whenever I thought about it.

   Sitting in the living room, intently waiting to hear the click of the
door closing, I rubbed my hands against the jeans, took two or three deep
breaths, and thought how lucky and unafraid I was.

   I was well aware that if caught, it would not only ruin my relationship
with her forever, it would also put me in an extremely bad position, but my
mind and body was concentrating on the door and not on the possible
repercussions.

   Finally, I heard the door close, and knew it was time.  I wiped the
sweat off my face with my T-shirt, again rubbed my palms against my jeans
and quietly got up and tip-toed to the wall.

   Very slowly and very quietly, I removed the poster that was hanging on
the wall and peeped inside.  It took my eyes a second or two to adjust to
the light, and then I saw her smooth, well-rounded thighs, with water
glistening over her soft skin.

   I had seen her naked, well-sculptured thighs so many times in the past
two months, but it was worth it every time.

   I moved my head a little and enjoyed the view of her long legs, her
tight bums, her flat stomach and her voluptuous breasts.  She was gorgeous,
no doubt about that, and I was proud of that.

   After shampooing her thick, long black hair, she took the soap and
started rubbing it against her whole body.  She started with her big
breasts, and then brought the soap to her pink nipples - Oh!  I loved those
nipples and wished I was rubbing my lips against those beautiful nipples.

   She then washed her neck, her hairless armpits, her lovely back and then
she washed her clean shaven cunt, which was glistening under lights and
water.

   Initially, when I started watching her in shower, she did not give me
much chance to enjoy her body, mainly because always took bath in a hurry.

   But lately she was not only taking long showers, she was also moving her
hips and bums a lot in slow dance motions and she was also paying a lot of
attention to her huge boobs and her cunt, which meant I was really able to
enjoy the view.

   When I had started watching her, I was only able to do it on weekends,
because she used to take shower in late mornings when I was in school, but
for the past few days she was also taking showers in the evenings, which
meant I got the opportunity to watch her wet, sexy naked body every day -
and I loved it.

   I was on my knees, peeping inside the washroom and she was standing
barefoot on the floor, with her body turned toward me, and she was drying
herself with a towel.

   After drying her legs and thighs, she moved the towel toward her cunt
and after rubbing the towel against it, she slowly started to dry her
voluptuous boobs, including her erect pink nipples.

   I knew after drying herself up, she would go to the attached room to
change into clothes, so it was time to pull the curtain down, so to speak,
therefore I readjusted the poster, tip-toed back to the living room and sat
down in front of the TV.

   The next day was a Sunday, and I was taking a shower in the morning when
I felt like somebody was watching me, so I looked around but there was
nobody.

   But after two three minutes, I again felt like somebody was there, so I
again looked around and saw what seemed like a pair of eyes looking at me
from the same place I used to peep from.

   I instantly froze and after keeping the soap down, I walked toward the
gap I had made in the wall and now I could clearly see two eyes peeping at
me from the same spot.

   First, I thought I was imagining things, but when the eyes did not move
or shift, even when I got very close to them, a chill ran through my whole
body.

   I grabbed the towel, wrapped it around me as fast as I could and went to
look behind the wall.

   When I reached there, I saw that the poster was in its place, but there
was something written on it.

   I came closer, and the second I read it, all my senses froze, heart
started beating so fast that I could clearly and loudly hear it and my legs
went completely week.

   For a second I thought I was in a dream or some bad nightmare, so I read
it again and it was still there, written in bright red, clear bold letters:
"You thought only you could play games?" - Mom

   I cannot really describe the feeling of shame, fear, anger that overtook
me, I do not even remember the next seconds.  All I remember is that I was
feeling so weak that I sat down on a chair near the poster and kept on
cursing myself for being so stupid, that is all I remember.

   I must have been sitting there for well over 10 minutes, when somebody
came from behind and put their hands on my eyes and closed them.

   I tried to move the hands, but before I could, she said: "I know the
peeping game much better than you.  Don't forget I am your mother."

   I had no idea what to say or do or even what to think, so I just sat
there with my eyes tightly closed.  She moved in front of me, told me sit
still and then she removed her hands from my eyes.

   I took few seconds to open my eyes, primarily because I was too
ashamed/afraid to look at her, but when I opened my eyes, I saw her
standing there in front of me with her hands on her hips, one leg in front
of the other and whole sensuous, full-figured body clearly visible in her
cream colored night gown.

   When she saw me looking at her, she gave me her beautiful smile, curling
her full red lips, and extended her arms toward me.