CHAPTER 2

I turned to go back into my room and saw Bobbie standing right in front of me. She had her pajamas on and seemed annoyed at the very sight of me, ''You kissed Mommy's mouth.'' she said.

''Yeah, so?'' I asked as I went back into my bedroom, ''That's what a good child does, love his Mommy.' I told her, her stern expression didn't change as I closed the door.

I sat back down in my usual chair, and peered through the lens once again. She was dashing back and forth in her room with a towel wrapped around her, she stopped for a moment as her bedroom door opened and her Dad appeared. They talked for a moment until she walked out of view, I then saw him walk up to her bed and pick something up. I adjusted the focus on the telescope and could see that it was something pink, something fabric-like. He raised it up to his face and took what looked like a big long sniff.

Her father was sniffing her underwear.

He dropped her underwear back down onto the bed and left the room, just as she re-appeared and closed the door behind him. More and more I was starting to get the sense that I really should have a hidden camera somewhere in that bedroom. But I had no chance of getting in there, or getting a small camera for that matter. It would be perfect, I could sit at my computer and watch from a perfect angle all the things that went on inside that room. God, that would be perfect. If only.

I was almost home, the day had seemed to drag its heels right from the moment the first bell at school rang. I couldn't wait to get home and spend the weekend doing absolutely nothing. As well as a break from school, the weekend was also a break from the spy game. I didn't use my telescope at all during the weekend, as I needed a couple of days without blue balls and cold showers.

So the weekends were dedicated to doing whatever I wanted, whether that was hanging with friends or sitting in and parking my ass in my favorite chair in front of the TV to play some games.

I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, Mom was in the middle of washing the dishes when she turned her head in my direction, ''Hey sweetie, guess what?'' she asked.

''What's up Mom.'' I replied, ''I was talking to Pamela earlier, you know, who lives opposite?'' her tone was playful yet my gut was telling me that something bad was going to happen.

''Well she was saying that your school has a pretty big history test coming up, and apparently Faye is struggling with history. You know her daughter Faye right? Blonde girl who used to be a redhead?'' I could smell her sarcasm like I could smell the dog's turd stewing out in the garden whenever I walked through the back door. ''Yes, I know Faye.'' I replied.

''So I mentioned that you weren't doing anything this weekend and could probably go round and help her out. Like, tutor her or something.'' she said with a smile, such a cocky smile.

''Mom, I haven't finished Arkham yet and was hoping to this weekend.'' I told her. She looked a little confused by this for some reason, ''Really? I thought all you did was star gaze through that telescope of yours.'' she answered.

''Your sarcasm is so thick you can cut it with a knife.'' I told her.

''I don't know what you mean, dear. Besides I can't do it, because I have to take Bobbie shopping tomorrow for some bras.'' she said.

''Bras?'' I said loudly, Mom turned back to look at me, ''You know that girls start to where them at her age, right?''

''Christ,'' I replied, ''That's all this house needs, another bag of hormones!''

She laughed a little, but then I think she realized that Saturday night was going to be her latest attempt at getting some off of Dad. She certainly seemed to need it, since I said about the hormones she had been wiping the same glass up and down for about three minutes.

I got to my feet and slid my arms around her waist from behind, she puffed a sigh as I rested my head between her shoulder blades. She took off the washing gloves and ran her hands over mine, she then broke my grip and turned to face me, re-joining my hands at her lower back. She brushed my hair off of my forehead and looked into my eyes.

''I'm so glad I have you, Doc. You always know what I want most, and yes sometimes, it is just a hug from the boy I love.''

She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and pulled me into her, her chin resting on top of my head and my face once again in her chest. Her shirt was unbuttoned down to just below her bra line. I could see right into her top, her blue laced bra supporting her ample sized breasts.

''Mom,'' I started, ''Don't take this the wrong way, but what size are you?'' I asked. If there was ever going to be a time to talk to you Mother about breast sizes, this was going to be it. I wasn't sure what her reaction was as I couldn't see her face, but she answered, ''Thirty six D. why'd you ask?''

I thought for a moment about what the best possible answer was going to be, ''They're comfy.'' I said. It made her chuckle, ''Well that's one for me then.'' she said.

I released my hands and kept one hand at the base of her back. I brought my other hand to her front. I reached up and cupped one of her breasts. I then gave it a slight squeeze.

''Feels good too.'' I said.

''That's two for me then.'' she said with a very serious tone. The laughter had gone from her voice, I wasn't sure if it was replaced by concern, fear or lust. All I knew was that I held firmly in my Mothers breast and it felt good. It felt so good that my other hand dropped down a little to the small of her back, then a little more until it was resting on her buttocks.