'Growing up is hard to do' described quite well how I felt as a sophomore in college.
My father was a successful stockbroker for many years and was chosen by his firm as the MVP three years in a row. He made a lot of money, and we knew we were privileged. However, five years ago, the SEC found out he had inside information and used it to earn millions. In addition, it was discovered he cheated his company and stole much of the illegal profits. His trial lasted almost a year. In the end, he was sent to prison for 15 years. In the first year, Mom tried to show a brave face and take care of her two children, but we could hear her crying in her bedroom before we went to sleep. I was the oldest and did my best to console her and offer help as much as I could. Slowly, her cheerful personality came back to her.
My sister, Elsa, was another story. She was younger than me by two years and a senior in high school. She had a cute face but was overweight. Her 5'5" frame weighed about 160 pounds. Guys who looked at her saw a fat girl and showed no interest. I knew she tried her luck online but never saw her going out with a guy. My problem with her was she annoyed me to death. She had no friends and bothered me endlessly with questions related to her homework, shows on TV, gossip, and whatnot.
Unlike her, I was 6'1" and 175 pounds with very little fat. I loved sports and was on the swim team at our school. Girls found me attractive, and I could date almost any girl on campus.
Since I began college, I have gone out with two girls. The first one was a pretty blond, 5'10", 130 pounds, with gorgeous long hair, prominent tits, and long legs. She was the head cheerleader of our football team. On our first date, she sucked me but pulled out as I was about to ejaculate. She was happy to let me play with her boobs and fuck her but insisted I'll cum outside, even when I wore a condom. The last straw was her tendency to talk nonstop on the phone. I broke up with her after 3.5 months. The second girl was pretty, too. She had a dark complexion that she inherited from her South American father. She was short, 5'3", 120 pounds, smart, and smiled a lot. I loved talking to her. Sex with her was terrific - No boundaries whatsoever. She was happy to oblige everything I wanted, from cowgirl to doggy style, from titfucking to anal, and she loved swallowing my seed... I thought I found the perfect girl, but a year later, her family moved east, and she left with them.
I was heartbroken for a while, and Mom tried to console me. It was the first time I noticed the similarities between the girl I lost and my mother. Both were short, dark-skinned, with shoulder-high black hair and a pretty face (Although Mom had some wrinkles around her eyes). Both women had medium-sized breasts that stuck out due to their short stature.
It happened gradually. I started looking at Mom as an attractive woman. As a young man full of raging hormones who could not have sex with his dream girl, I began doing stupid things. It started with me checking her underwear drawer and followed by exploring her laundry basket, smelling her used bras and panties. By 18 and a half, I had four wet dreams about sexual acts I was performing with Mom. Initially, I had a guilt trip about my feelings and perverted acts, but with time, I accepted everything as 'an almost normal stage of growing up.'
One afternoon, I returned home earlier than usual. Elsa was in school, and I didn't see Mom around. I sat in the living room and thought about my next exam. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Mom came out. She was naked with a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She walked half the distance to her bedroom before noticing me. Mom stopped in her tracks, covered her chest with one arm and her cunt with the other.
She rushed to her room and yelled from inside, "Mark, what are you doing here? You were supposed to be back at 5:30."
"The teacher was sick, and we got lucky."
We never mentioned this incident again, but her fantastic figure was engraved in my mind forever. Before this episode, I behaved like a young guy undergoing a temporary stage of the Oedipus Complex; now, I have become obsessed with her. I tried to catch her moving around the house in her underwear. Another perverted trick was to make her bend forward when she wore loose blouses.
One day, I was talking to a friend who told me about a spying device his father installed in his office. It was a small video camera triggered by movement or light but could also be operated by a remote control. I asked him to give me the details of the sophisticated device, and he laughed, saying anyone could buy it on Amazon.
The next day, I ordered it. I got it a week later. The installation was easy. I put it in Mom's bedroom, hidden between two books. I left it there for three days and took the first opportunity when Mom was not home to grab the tape and see what was recorded. After five minutes, it became apparent I had placed it too low, and most of the time, it showed the walls or the closet door. When Mom eventually appeared in the pictures, I only saw her legs from her thighs down.
I aimed the camera higher and more to the right. Three days later, I played the tape. Most of the time, Mom was dressed and was reading some documents or sitting in front of the mirror, putting on her makeup. However, there were several clips showing Mom undressing or dressing up. Her movements were natural, but to me, she looked highly sexy. I even edited these clips and placed them in a special file. I found both the clips and the still frames incredibly erotic. I continued following Mom with my camera and downloaded the results twice a week. By now, I'd use these clips to masturbate at least twice a day. I was still verifying Mom was not around when I touched the device in her room, but the more time passed, the less careful I became.
I paid less attention to Elsa. For several weeks, she was very busy at school and did not bother me. However, lately, her annoying habit of barging into my room without knocking has returned. I tried to explain to her that I needed my privacy, but she smirked, "Mark, you do not need to hide behind a closed door. You do not have a girlfriend now. And if you want to masturbate, you can do it in the bathroom."
"Elsa, you are an ugly bitch. No wonder nobody wants to be with you." It was the first time I blurted without thinking.
She was stunned. Her eyes teared, and she escaped from my room without saying a word. Initially, I thought about going after her and apologizing, but then it occurred to me that the nasty insult may be the shock she needed to learn her lesson and never do it again.
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Two weeks passed, and one evening, when Mom was at her yoga class, I returned to my room and found Elsa in my bed watching TV.
"What the hell? What are you doing here? You have your own TV. And who gave you permission to enter my room?"
She smiled sweetly, "Mark, I always loved you and wanted you to notice me. You chose to be a total jerk. I think everything will change starting today."
"Listen, you little moron, I have no idea what you are talking about, but if you have anything you want to discuss with me, wait until I am at home, then knock softly on my door. I'll talk to you when I am good and ready. Capisce?"
