The new knowledge so lustfully obtained made Aubry's mind run amuck with thoughts that had never occurred to him before despite his desperate longing to have sex like he figured all normal people did. He had to make sure that his mother did not find out about his father's philandering or he would never see the maid's charms again. Gosh, at the age of 25, he had finally seen a live pussy with both his father's tongue and dick in it. Even recalling it in his mind made him come close to ejaculating again in his pants. This was, without doubt, the highlight of his 25 years on Earth. But, he was no ordinary person as he often told himself. This whole episode was like an epiphany alerting Aubry to the real delights of the world if he would now search them out. He knew there was much more to be had. He only had to take it.
For one thing, he knew that the peep hole in his closet would now become a part of his daily routine. He would start looking into his parents' room whenever he was in the house, whether he heard noises or not, whether a parent's car was in the driveway or not. He was very good at giving himself tasks that involved detail and following his own planning to the letter. Aubry could do this while independently carrying out other tasks. It was part of his nature to deal with minutiae, leaving no item uncovered while still handling other separate tasks with skill. It was one of the reasons why he was so good in business--or at least in managing the books and seeing what needed to be done. But, in those cases he was quite objective which was to a great degree why he was so successful. He was certainly not being objective in this new endeavor. In fact, his compulsiveness was leading him by his penis, so to speak.
Before going to work in the morning, Aubry was at the peep hole; he would even come home for lunch and make observations; and never failed to make multiple trips to the hole throughout the late afternoon and evening. He was a patient man so it was never a problem if he saw nothing. He knew that he would eventually see something or it wouldn't have happened in the first place. What he did not expect to see was anything that had to do with his mother. Contrary to his business sense, he had a one track mind as far as the peep hole was concerned, and seeing the maid with his father again was all he thought about.
He had called in to his office one morning to advise that he would be late but would work later that evening. He actually just felt lazy and was not up to going to work so early since he had been up late looking through the peep hole the night before. But, even though he then slept some more, when he finally arose he made a cursory check of his closet peep hole. Lo and behold, Aubry got the shock of his life as he glimpsed through the hole to see a totally nude woman. If he had thought he had seen some good views of the maid, this view completely put them in the amateur category. Taking a second breath and feeling his pants stretch at the crotch upon seeing a totally nude woman sitting casually on the bed, he glued his eye to the hole so as not to miss a thing. His gaze had never left the woman's pussy for the first few moments so Aubry was totally unprepared to see his mother's visage when he finally was able to tear his eyes away from that sought after treasure.
For once in his life, Aubry could not think. He was barely breathing as he took in the whole scene of his mother nude, practically facing him with her legs spread open as she sat on the bed. She had obviously been in the shower or bath and was finishing up the drying process with a pat here and there. She raised one leg and set her foot on the edge of the bed to dry between her toes. This exposed her pussy in all its glory to Aubry's gaze, especially since she did not appear to have much hair on it. At first, Aubry's reaction was one of repulsion upon recognizing his mother as the owner of this magnificent pussy (Aubry would come to find that all pussies were magnificent, but this was only the second he had ever seen in the flesh). However, this feeling only lasted for a moment since it was quickly overridden by the realization that a pussy is a pussy regardless of its origins.
For the moment, Aubry was intently following every gesture and movement made by the owner of that pussy. The fact that it was his mother was now no longer a factor. In fact, his penis had become, if anything, harder than before stretching the front of his pajamas to the limit. He reached down to relieve the pressure and let it slip out into the air. He may have had only five inches, but it was heavy duty in the girth department and was engorged even beyond Aubry's norm. His mother got up and patted the towel on her pussy and tossing the towel on the bed looked down between her legs and as if noticing something, spread the lips of her cunt with her fingers. Aubry nearly groaned aloud as he held his own organ and stared down the deep dark red tunnel exposed to his view only a few feet away. Then his mother stood and rubbed her pussy up and down a few times and turned to walk over to her dresser. By this time, Aubry had come all over his hand. Cursing, he resolved to bring a box of kleenex in with him the next time.
Eventually, Aubry had to get ready for work. He went down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and to put together a lunch. While there, his mother come down and expressed surprise to see him there since he was usually gone to work before she even got up. They had a cup of coffee together and she fixed some toast. Aubry muttered something about maybe not going to work so early anymore since he had seniority and could almost pick his working hours. In the past, he had been almost a phantom in his mother's life slithering in and out without her really seeing or saying much to him. But, this morning Aubry noticed that his mother was not just his mother. She truly looked youthful and, yes, he thought, good looking. In fact, it was hard for him to not see through her clothes as he remembered that magnificent pussy, the pouting stomach, the hanging tits which were small, but lovely in their pear shaped roundness. As she walked about the kitchen, he never saw her in her summer dress, but only saw her naked. He had a hard on which he concealed under the table.
Wanting to keep his mother's attention, Aubry spoke more in the next 15 minutes than he had spoken to her in the last 10 years. He complimented her on how young she looked and could give the girls at his office a run for their money. This was so atypical of Aubry that even he was surprised at himself. His mother was dumbfounded and kept looking at him to see if this were truly her son she was talking with. In short, both people--mother and son--were pleasantly surprised by their banter which might have been more appropriate between two teenagers enfatuated with each other.
Aubry could think of nothing but his mother's pussy as he drove to work. His mother, in turn, was confused about their exchange, but had enjoyed it. She didn't really talk with his father anymore, and while she hadn't bothered to try to figure out what was going on, she just admitted that she had fun talking with Aubry and hoped he might be telling the truth that he would go to work later in the mornings. She would make his breakfast. Yes, it had been fun. As for Aubry, he had to try extra hard to concentrate on work since any lapse reverted his mind's eye to his mother's pussy. On his way home, he decided he had to have that pussy if it was the last thing he did. Aubry could have an obsession about an aspect of his work and eventually devise a way to resolve whatever the problem may have been. Most in the office recognized that Aubry had brainstorms by himself which was another reason they usually left him to himself--couldn't interrupt genius, right? Actually, they simply didn't know how to talk to him so hardly ever discussed anything with him that didn't have to do with business.
But, Aubry was now more than obsessed. The idea of peeking at the maid and his father was no longer an interesting proposition. He had discovered bigger and better game. The session that morning with his mother in the kitchen was the catalyst. He knew she enjoyed that time together so resolved to change his working hours to go in later each day. He would use the early morning before breakfast to feast his eyes on her naked body and for the time being knew that would obtain him a daily orgasm in the closet. Somehow, he knew she would be repeating what happened this morning in her bedroom. They would have breakfast together. He would just have to figure out how to get her into his trap. He was good at solving problems. True to form, Aubry never thought about the idea of incest since such constraints were a hindrance to clear thinking. Besides, he never had motherly thoughts about his mother in the first place. But, the image of her pussy was burned into his brain. All he knew was that he now had a problem to solve and while he didn't yet know how, he knew he could solve it.
