Preface from the author.

Hello, dear readers. I may be familiar to you from the stories, I’m not afraid of this word, the epic, as it turned out to be quite long, "My mother's sex life." In my stories, the dominant genre is "The Observer", in other words "Voyeur". And this is not just my whim or fantasy, it is not by chance that I write in this genre. I was asked a lot of questions about my work on My Mother’s Sexual Life, the most popular were: Is it true? Was it in your life? I always answered that all this is purest fiction, the author's fantasy, no more. By and large, it really was fiction, but not completely. Now I will explain to you where in these stories the truth was hidden, from which I disclaimed, in order to avoid harsh criticism, they say you are sick, you can’t talk about your mother like that. Now I reviewed many things. Actually, about the truthfulness of my story, but the truth lies in the fact that I am 100% reliably described in my stories my own mother. From hair length to fingertips. All the little things and details of it, not afraid of the word body. And if she reads it, that never happens, she easily recognizes herself.

Another truth lies in the fact that I really had to see her with a man in bed, to put it more gently. And this fact made an indelible impression on me, and by and large influenced the formation of my personality and my passions. In my stories (see My mother's Sexual Life), I changed her name, surname, age, environment, place of work and everything, everything, trying to keep my story as far as possible from the truth, for fear that one day she might see it, although she’s crazy I will not attach how! The truth remained only her appearance and the fact of voyeurism that happened in my life.

I repeat, it was not by chance that I began to write stories in this genre. During school years I was lucky or not fortunate, to which I am more inclined to contemplate how my own mother copulates in front of my eyes. This is not really cool, as you might think. This is not pleasant to look at in reality. And living with this is unbearable. Here you have the harsh truth, if you love your mothers, never try to watch them, peep through keyholes or windows, this will change your relationship to her once and for all. This is 100% psychological trauma. You ask me why I did not leave myself, did not refuse to look, etc., the answer is simple, seduction, curiosity, adolescent puberty! If this happened to me at a mature age, I would simply turn away, but then I could not take my eyes off.

As I have already said, in my first story I avoided real details, replacing everything with fantasy, BUT, more recently I have revised my fears. I am sure that my mother will never read my new story, true this time. But even if I read it, I will not be ashamed. I got a child psychological trauma and still live with her. My predilection is voyeurism, it turns me on the most, but I could grow up to be an ordinary guy, with normal sexual preferences. And my second addiction acquired in adolescence is the “Mature Woman”. Young girls do not excite me as much as the matured strong bodies of adult women who are not fat at all, I assure you. Like most men, fat women are disgusting to me, and mature fat women are doubly nasty.

Unfortunately, the majority of Russian women, reaching the age of forty, begin to gain weight and cease to look after themselves. All this is due to the absence of a man at his side, it concerns divorced people, or because of a habit, long years of marriage and a cooled sexual attraction.There is an opinion that true beauty comes to a woman by the age of 40, look at foreign celebrities, Jennifer Aniston, Monica Bellucci, Kate Winslet and many others. These women know the value of their beauty, they have a need to look good, because they are always in sight. Unfortunately, such a need does not occur in women in a long marriage. But my mother is really a very beautiful woman. I love her, despite everything, and I am very proud that in her years she looks amazing. No, she does not go to sports halls, but has been on a strict diet for many years. She used to run, now she stopped. She does not have the figure of the fiton; she has the figure of a Woman! Her body is truly feminine. Smooth, soft and with beautiful shapes.

I am really very proud that I have such a mother, and all my friends will confirm this in unison. I am sure for 100% each of them has always dreamed of fucking her, or at least seeing her naked. Among women of her age, I have never met anyone more beautiful than her. Since adolescence, my bar has become too high. I idealized my mother and I did not succeed in finding someone like her. I am sure my preferences will change over the years, now I’m only 27.

Forgive me if I tired you with my revelations. Moving closer to the point. I decided to write a new story, 90% based on the real events of my youth. I will write the whole truth, from names to real places. The only thing that I will embellish my stories is erotic scenes, I will add more peppercorn and spice there, but I will try not to get too much into the halls of fantasy. So, I decided to just name my new story simply ...

Voyeur. (True story).

Chapter 1.

I was still in school when it happened. We lived in a country village, in a large two-story house. My family consisted of a mother, father, older brother and younger brother. It was an idyll, but idyll has a habit of ending sooner or later. Father left us seven freaking months ago! He left his wife with three children, my younger brother Mishka was only five years old. My father went to another family, to a woman who also had a child. I did not understand why and do not understand to this day. It is impossible to find women more beautiful than my mother, I thought so then, and even a few years later, I did not change my opinion. What encouraged my father to leave such a woman and three sons, I can only guess.

But he left us a house and regularly paid alimony to Mishka and me. My elder brother Igor went to study in St. Petersburg to some military medical institution. He graduated from college and at the beginning of summer went to study in another city. Three months later, he will enter, graduate with honors from the university, marry, get two children, and never learn about my mother what I learned this damned summer.

Now we began to live in three. For two months I went to relatives in Sevastopol. I had a great time and returned home safely in early August. The rest of the summer was walking with the boys in our village, it was quite large, it was where to roam.

The event that turned my life around happened on August 6th. It was a rather boring day, the heat was unbearable, none of the friends wanted to go for a walk, and at my home it was unbearable to listen to the chatter of my younger brother. I then walked alone in the village, just walked, hoping to meet friends of the boys. And now I wrap around the corner of a five-story building and I see a familiar dress about fifty meters from me. This is the first thing that crashed into my eyes. White sundress with cornflower-blue patterns. At first I recognized my mother, then I paid attention to two guys who were standing next to her. One thing I immediately knew, it was the oldest guy in our company named Lyokha. He was the same age as my older brother. A brilliant footballer who enjoyed great prestige in our village. He always treated me well, also with respect, because I was the same brilliant footballer in my early years. And I had good prospects, but life was different.

In addition to Lehi, there was another adult guy standing there, well, for me he was an adult, I did not know him. He was wearing a blue cap.I was surprised by a similar company for my mother, but more surprisingly, they were standing behind the store, in the remote part, as if they were hiding from someone. We had a large central department store, where mom apparently went shopping, as she was holding now ...