Sunday morning, before the rest of the family awoke, Francine Smith went to the back side of the garage to see if she could discover what her son Steve was doing in the garden when he fell off the ladder the day before. Having already confirmed her son had been taking photos of her from his bedroom window while she tanned topless in the garden, she suspected he was up to something around the garage.
As she looked around she realized he must have had a reason to be up off the ground on the ladder, so she raised her focus up to ten feet or so off the ground. There was no indication of activity in the tree line. As she turned slowly in an arch, her curiosity was raised by a strange appearance on the garage exterior. About twelve feet off the ground was a perfectly drilled, golf ball sized hole. The cut looked fresh. Inside the hole was a dark covering.
Her curiosity leading her on, Francine went through the house and into the garage, climbing the ladder to the storage loft. In the back wall of the loft was a ledge wall about four feet tall. In the wall was a two foot by two foot door with a padlock.
'I don't remember ever seeing this door.' Francine noted to herself. 'But then again, I make Stan pull down all of the Christmas decorations from the storage loft. It seems like Steve volunteered to do that starting a couple of years ago.'
Francine tried the padlock, but it was secured. Understanding the way men think, Francine started feeling around the roof trusses for a key. Sure enough, it was in a wooden beam off and to the left about a foot. "Men, what simple creatures." She said to no one.
Francine released the lock and opened the door. The area was totally in darkness. As she started to crawl into the opening she was startled and frightened to feel something thin stroke her face. "OH SHIT!" She loudly squealed, before quickly realizing it was just the string on a light fixture. She gathered her wits about her and pulled the string.
The light bulb illuminated a room behind the door that was eight feet long by five wide and four feet tall. It was tall enough to sit up in comfortably, but would be impossible to fully stand up in. There was ratty looking carpeting on the floor, and a tattered old rocking style gaming chair.
Against one of the short walls were an old TV and VCR / DVD burner combination sitting on top of a dorm sized refrigerator. Francine opened the refrigerator door and found five assorted soft drinks and one bottle of Mike's Hsrd Lemonade. Opened bags of Doritos and Cheetos with chip clips holding them closed were piled in a box in one corner of the room. Empty cans, chip bags and a coule of discarded Mike's bottles lay against the other corner. "Just a normal bachelor pad." Francine laughed.
She followed the cables from the burner along the wall until they terminated at the family's HD video camera, positioned at the hole in the back of the garage. Francine leaned over and turned everything on. As an image started to appear on the TV screen her breathing became much more shallow. Her heart began to beat harder as she saw the a close up, angled shot of her lounge chair behind the hedge. "That horny little perv! He's not only taking pictures of me and Haley from his room, he's been videotaping me tanning too."
As if possessed and unable to control herself, the beautiful blonde mother leaned against one of the walls of the fort and rolled over onto her butt, spreading her knees wide. She had an overwhelming urge to rub her engorged pussy. Unzipping her tight jeans, she struggled to push them below her knees. As she began playfully teasing her puffed-up clit her mind ran wild. "I really must be one hot slut." She whimpered. "Even my own son thinks I'm so hot that he has to have photos and videos of me."
As the attack on her wet pussy intensified, her mind ran wild. "If I had known I was putting on a show for you Steve, I would have put a hell of a lot more effort into it." She moaned before suddenly stopping her self-pleasuring. Her mind had become filled with obscene images as she fought to control her building climax. "Uhmmm. God Damn." She moaned. "Could I really do what I am fantasizing about?" she asked herself as she weakly began to pull her panties and jeans back up.
Rubbing herself briskly over her jeans several times before struggling to pull her pants back on, Francine turned the equipment off and put everything back the way she found it. As she was crawling out of the club house, rubbing her thighs together to stimulate her blood filled pussy, she decided to pursue her wicked thought. A huge grin formed on her face as she exited the room.
Later that afternoon, with the temperature in the mid-nineties and with Haley, Stan and Roger all gone for the day, Francine began preparing to head out to catch some rays. She instinctively knew that Steve would start looking in the garden as soon as he knew she was laying out soaking up some sun. She felt so lewd, lustful and naughty. "If he wants to spend his afternoon spying on dear old Mom, then I should at least give him a good show." She decided as she tried on her new bikini.
"Steve," She yelled a few minutes later through his closed door. "Is your leg doing any better this afternoon?"
"It's a little better mom." He replied. He wasn't going to tell her it felt all better, fearing that she might want him to do some work around the house.
"Okay honey," She replied. "I'm heading out to work on my tan. Just call my cell phone if you need anything."
