Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2019 12:53:42 +0200 From: wise owl Subject: Watching Daddy (part thirteen) for gay/incest Reader Note: This is a love story pure and simple. A loving tribute to a dad from his son. If this offends you- and by that I mean male sexuality in all its fullness, if you are not of legal age, then please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at wiseoldowl@gmx.com Please give to Nifty, your support keeps it going! My dad's early years before meeting my mum can be read at: www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/the-life-and-times-of-natural-noodle **Please read all earlier parts in the directory before this section** Watching Daddy Part Thirteen: Not much time elapsed between Harrison's visit and this next event...it might have been the next Saturday following my decision to use Harrison in my daddy "experiments" that I fell upon a delightful discovery. On Saturdays daddy often played a bit of sports or did some cycling or swam...something to be active and stay fit. He did this on any Saturday he did not have any work commitments. The post-Harrison Saturday was a day with no work and mum busy at a church event that required her all day. I had the choice of tagging along with mum or amusing myself in the neighbourhood while daddy was out and then he'd be in charge of me until mum got back by tea time. The houses on my street all had little back gardens, some paved for parking cars and a rather narrow street with little traffic running along it. Some were single homes and others apartments, one per floor and no more than three floors per house. Some brick, some wood. Our home had the bedrooms on the second floor and Mavis, as I noted earlier, lived in an apartment almost next to us and her front windows looked over toward our bedroom ones...daddy and mummy's to be exact. The houses were all rather close; no one house had a huge lot. So Mavis, if positioned in her middle living room window, got a nice view to my parent's bedroom...you are wondering...how does Tony know this? I had seen Mavis some nights lurking in her window overlooking our house, no lights on, smoking and drinking. Alone. Shades up and lurking. I could see her if I went into my darkened parent's bedroom and waited and looked very carefully...and there she was. The idea of using Mavis was a no brainer. And with my own budding voyeurism increasing daily...I knew Mavis and I had a bond. We both watched daddy...and no doubt she watched mummy too. My young brain even then knew that women could like seeing other naked women. And I was sure Mavis also might have seen other things too...naked adult times! I was getting good at becoming more familiar with those, too! That special Saturday daddy had driven off in our car early to play a bit of soccer as we called but footie as he called it. The group of guys met in a local park and kicked the ball around for a few hours. Dads reliving youthful fun for a few hours minus the kids and wives. I'd lurked as usual watching my daddy dress in one of his several eye-catching jock straps which framed his beloved arse like nothing else and in those classic short( just below the ass) gym shorts of silky material. His were burgundy and a simple t-shirt saying Boston Red Sox plus classic over the calf style gym socks white with three bands of colour around the top...his three bands were navy blue. I aided him in pulling those up...I lingered as long as I could enjoying those size 11's before the footie match. His long used Saturday socks (he had three or four pairs he loved) seemed to get less white and thinner with each game he played...I could see his fleshy heels and slender toes right thru the aging fabric. He wore basic white sneakers to finish the Saturday look off with. His reddish gold hair combed back and sexy sunglasses too...so cool looking! Off he drove. Mum followed on foot after making sure Mrs. Comstock next-door would keep an eye on me as I played ball in the yard with her son...a typical Saturday. She'd know when daddy was home; his car would be in our driveway. All very simple. Church was always in need of mum's help...she was very popular there! Daddy would be home around noon and I'd pester him for attention then...or would I? Mavis, busy hanging wash out on her back porch, waved at me as I kicked the ball back and forth with my young friend. Typical me...my mind on daddy and daddy getting naked. Mavis distracted me...my thoughts all back to her afternoon with us playing Rapunzel. I wanted to see all! My friend lost interest and darted off to another garden with a few other children in it. I stayed put...Mavis finishing her washing duties. Mrs. Comstock would just have to mind her business...Tony needed to be elsewhere. "Mavis, can I visit until daddy comes home?" A typical request in our rather family friendly neighbourhood. Mavis nodded. "I'll phone Mrs. C and tell her you're with me. No need to worry her about you vanishing." I wandered in and up the stairs to her apartment. I made a beeline for her front windows. It was a dull day with clouds and some sun, the sun would soon shine into my parent's bedroom when the clouds gave way...illuminating their marital bed! Mavis, always motherly, handed me glass of root beer with two ice cubes tinkling. A child's version of cocktail...she was well known for giving you a little red cherry too but not today. I knew the ropes. I was the guest, I listened and she talked. She bemoaned the fact her son did not call enough, worried he drank too much- just like his mum I thoughts. We sat for nearly 90 minutes, I was glad she had called Mrs. Comstock...the police would have been searching for me by then. The tempo changed when daddy drove in, sweaty and slightly soiled from his game of footie. Mavis stood and moved to the window. Her bleached blonde 50 something frame lurching to the middle window panes. The curtains all pulled back with ribbon ties. She peered out. "Daddy's home, Tony. He looks like he's had a good game. God, he's so tall!" Mavis exuded with her girlish delight. The idea came like a bolt. "Mavis, call daddy and tell him I am having lunch here with you." I suggested. Mavis knew mum was at church doing her "thing" and was not shocked at my bold self-invitation. "Oh, are you? What are we having?" Mavis kidded back to me. "Oh, tuna. Let's have tuna." I said grabbing her phone off the side table. The wire meant you had to sit with it on the sofa. "Call him, here I'll dial." I did. Dad picked up in the kitchen as he poured himself his usual after game beverage. "Hi daddy, I am with Mavis." I said gaily. Mavis took the phone. "Reggie, your little monster, Tony, has corralled me into a lunch date. May I feed him?" Mavis said with eyes fluttering as usual. Daddy had no problem with it. I grabbed the phone back...I was cheeky! "Daddy, you just relax and have a nap...it's Saturday." I offered. "Tony, you little monkey, I know what day it is. Don't drive Mavis insane...home by 5 please-love you!" And daddy hung up. The plan was simple. Mavis makes lunch, I stay, and we sit...and then...if all goes well, daddy has a nap....naked and we can see it all, right from Mavis' window! And maybe...daddy might show off. The keen reader might ask me, what do you mean by show off? I was learning that when daddy was alone, with the door mostly shut in the bedroom...he did things...to his noodle! I was intrigued to spy on daddy from Mavis' windows and see what she might see when daddy or mum or both were in there and the curtains were open. My young mind was whizzing and clicking. Mavis was in her small kitchen mashing tuna chunks and chopping red onion to go in...she made the best tuna salad! I sort of lingered by her middle front window and waited. Now my dad's routines were so predictable. He'd be in his sweaty long socks...a bit of dirt smeared on them from being tackled during the game. His messy sneakers would be out by the backdoor until next week. He'd be padding around downstairs, sipping a cold drink and munching on a sandwich left by mum for him. He'd pick up the mail from the front hall carpet and sift thru it. I knew him so well! I'd see it if I was home and I'd watch that chewable ass of his bounce about in those tight gym shorts and see those worn socks all sweaty...and I'd go a little gaga and swoon! Daddy had that effect on me! But you all know that already! At some stage he'd pull off his old Red Sox t-shirt and toss it over by the washing machine in the corner of the kitchen. Mum did want footie gear in the clothes box upstairs... "It's too darn smelly" she'd say. I would often grab those socks off the kitchen floor once tossed there and sneak down the basement steps and sniff them until I knew mum wanted to run her "daddy's Saturday special" wash. His post-game socks and jock strap smelled like heaven to me. Pure man-sweat and daddy's scents, however strong, were MINE! I loved them! Daddy and his little routines were like my agenda all the years I was growing up. I know them all so very well. What I could not watch from Mavis' viewpoint was his stripping off, that was done all downstairs. By the time he finished that well earned drink and sandwich, daddy would be nude. I was missing that! Daddy always stripped off down in the kitchen near the washer if he was dirty and walked nude up the stairs to take a bath or shower. It did not matter who was home, mum and I knew what a "dirty" daddy would do. Watching his firm naked ass bobble along up the stairs was a Saturday sight I always knew. I also knew that post shower or bath; he'd go into the bedroom and lie on the bed nude and, as daddy said, "collect his thoughts." The door would be closed nearly all the way and he'd lounge naked as could be and relax for a few hours to himself. If mummy was home, she'd check on him from time to time but he was usually alone and I was to leave him be! Mummy's rule! Sunday's after church, mum home and daddy home...I was sent out to play at a friend's house or I was occupied in the dining room by Auntie Rosie or my nana playing endless games and doing artsy projects. Why? So mummy and daddy could have "adult time" without me under foot. And as I told my readers, I was beginning to find ways to watch and listen to that...and not be caught! Daddy's private "collect his thoughts" time was hard to spy on with mum lurking about and telling me to go out or play in my room and leave daddy alone-he works so hard. I knew all that. But using Mavis and her magic window...I could see daddy and he'd not see me! Plus I knew daddy never closed the shades or shut the curtains...he was Natural Noodle and a show off. And so I had no fear about him shutting out our view from Mavis' wonderful spot overlooking my parent's bedroom. Now without mummy checking in or me lurking...I did wonder if daddy might be a bit more "naughty daddy" and let his guard down. Not that he was shy, but without anyone to burst in on him, what might he do? Today was the perfect day to find out and I'd have to include the lovelorn delightfully frumpy Mavis, a MILF in heat but past the menopause, I have no doubt now. But I did not know all that then, I was still very young. But I knew she was into daddy lots and probably my mummy as well. I just felt it and had seen it when she played the witch in my little Rapunzel play a little while back! She nearly ate daddy alive! I loved it! I stood in the middle living room window and waited. I knew by daddy's habits that he'd be in the bedroom soon. The sun was not fully out due to clouds but enough light came into my parent's room mid-day and the two windows side by side over looked the big bed with very little obscuring the view. I knew by looking Mavis most likely had been watching my parent's bedroom for years! As I think back now, I bet she saw me conceived! The fact that my house was not all that far away from Mavis' windows meant I could actually see into the room quite well, I could see the bedspread patterns and the pillows apart from a little bit of wood where the two windows joined...very little of the view was missing. A head to toes side view was obviously on display. The shade was well up and the curtains pulled back...all done for optimal viewing pleasure for dear Mavis. I did wonder if this was by coincidence or design...hmmmm? From my stance I also could see the door to the main upstairs hallway, the door partly open as always. Daddy would be in the bath or shower...getting ready for a private afternoon. My heart raced and my breath came in rasps. I envied Mavis' viewpoint...what had she seen over these many years? My young mind boggled. "Tony, what are you up to?" The voice of Mavis called out as I spun around and faced her. Two lovely tuna sandwiches lay on the coffee table on china plates. "Thank you Mavis, they look yummy. I'm watching...out the window?" I said coyly. "See anything of interest?" Mavis said munching a sandwich half and smiling at me. I moved over and grabbed my first half of tuna sandwich and munched along with my hostess. "Well, not yet. But you wanna know a secret?" I said finishing off my mouthful. "What?" Mavis said sitting on the couch. Now I had a chance to further the game of getting daddy naked using Mavis as the audience. Although no doubt she's seen plenty already. "Well, I can see over to my house...mummy and daddy's room is right over there. Did you know that?" I asked moving my small body over again to point out the window. Mavis sort of bristled. "Really? I never knew that...My how observant you are, Tony!" I smiled. I knew she knew what her windows looked out at but I played the game. "Yes, I can see my parent's bed...I can even see the flowers on the bedspread." I added with extra wide-eyed glee. "You have good eyes, to be young again." Mavis moaned. I stood and looking and much to my delight...daddy strode in and was standing by the bed, arse to the windows...naked as Natural Noodle! His thick reddish golden hair all combed back, slick and shower fresh! "Look Mavis, look!" I shouted. Mavis jumped up and nearly toppled out of her three inch heels...did she ever not wear high heels? "What Tony? What do you see?" She said as she approached. "Daddy, he is just there by the window at the bottom of their bed...look!" I said stepping sideway and allowing the big breasted fellow voyeur a closer look. Mavis, eyes squinting and all dolled up in mascara, gaped at the view. Her mouth wide like an "O"... "He's naked, Tony!" She said in a breathy way. "You must have seen this before Mavis. I have seen you looking out these windows at night with your lights out." I said honestly, I was so young and not very diplomatic yet. "Tony, I am not a peeping Tom!" She protested but did not stop looking at my daddy's fine naked backside as he looked thru a dresser drawer. Then I saw the binoculars on the little shelf under the TV stand. I snatched them up. "I bet you'd see more with these...let me try." I said moving under her big breasts, we now shared the window. "Tony, if you were my son I'd smack your bottom. You naughty thing. Do you think I stare into your parent's room and use those? Do you?" She said...but neither of us moved. The cheap binoculars were the type you get on a tour boat for a day trip...not great but good enough to look over a few garden fences! My view was perfect and I could look almost up inside daddy's furry ass crack as he now bent low to rummage in his very low dresser drawer. He rested that fine ass of his on his juicy heels...what a view! "I'd watch all the time if I had these, it's fun to see naked people...naked daddy is best!" I said almost drooling at daddy's arse and big bare feet so nicely in view. Mavis moaned, deeply. "Oh, little boys...mind always on sex. Give me those!" I handed Mavis the binoculars and she grabbed with those long painted finger-nailed hands. She put the device up to her eyes and looked over at daddy; who still sat on his heels rummaging in that drawer. I could see fine and let Mavis have the tool, she was over 50 I knew...getting old by my young estimation. "What's he looking for?" Mavis asked. It was just like bird watching, we both stood hovering in her window and watching daddy's tight round arse as if a rare species of some flamingo. I knew all of daddy's drawers well and also knew he had some adult things in the lower drawer. I was allowed to look in any drawer but told that the bottom drawer was daddy's "man" drawer and it was not really for little ones to be nosing around in. But when did that stop me? Never! I told Mavis the truth but wondered how she'd not seen all this before-she had binoculars for goodness sake! "Daddy keeps special books and magazines in there...you know...naked ones." I said not taking my eyes from daddy's arse cheeks. It was the late 60's and my dad had always had a nice collection of "skin mags" to enjoy when he wanted to. I look back now and I remember seeing, when I snooped, a mix of health and physique ones with all nearly nude guys looking like muscle men and others with naked women smiling at you and some with men and women doing what looked like naked wrestling positions all over beds...but I was still young! Who knew sex looked like that back then! Mavis laughed. "Men, even Reggie, love a good peep at...never mind." She stopped herself but kept on looking. "He'll lie on the bed and relax with the magazines. I see him do that on Saturdays." I added. Mavis feigned total ignorance. "Really? You little spy you!" She just kept looking and slightly shaking...just like the day playing Rapunzel. I guessed she'd seen daddy do his Saturday bed thing before, but she'd never shared it with another voyeur and one so very young! Suddenly Mavis gulped air in, like fish thrown onto the sand. Daddy moved up onto his two big feet and in his hand he held a few magazines. His tall six foot gently furry body moved silkily over and up onto the big bed...all in our view apart from just a bit where the two windows met. A darn good view even for me without a pair of binoculars but Mavis began to really shudder and shake. Daddy lay on his back, big bare feet spread slightly and his head gently propped up by the pillows. His whole naked self on show for us in the partial sunlight that the day provided. "Oh, Tony...we really must stop. It's not nice to spy on people." Mavis said but the binoculars stayed pointed at daddy. "It's not nice if it's a stranger, daddy won't mind. Remember Rapunzel?" I said with certainty. Mavis again burbled and moaned. "Oh, right. I know he's so open about...things. And you mother is...that way." She kept watching as daddy thumbed a few pages with one hand of the glossy mag propped onto his furry rusty-golden haired chest and partially covering his handsome face from view. "And I heard mummy and daddy talking and they will invite you over to play with them...alone. I'll go out promise. Maybe you can play some other game...Cinderella or Snow White." I offered while watching daddy's free hand slide down to his crotch. This looked good! Mavis hooted. "You not only spy, you eavesdrop. Heavens! Well, I'll look forward to time alone with your parents to talk about your naughty little hobbies." I knew she was talking rubbish and smiled. "Mavis, you want to play games with them, naked ones, not talk." I said in my sarcastic only-child way. Mavis nearly put the binoculars down but dad's free hand reached his pubic nest and began to rub...slowly. Now this I strained to see clearly...I could just about make it all out with the sun moving in and out of clouds but Mavis had a visual ring-side seat! "Oh, my...his hair there...it's so red...almost orange...rusty. Oh, Tony. This is wicked!" She said tottering on her unsteady nylon clad legs. I watched and loved seeing this never before seen "private act" in such an unobstructed way...no door partially open...daddy on the bed and almost entirely in our view! Spying from Mavis' window was so much more satisfying than trying to look thru a door crack! Daddy's pink fleshy soles on his bare feet could be seen as they moved slowly back and forth along the silky bedspread...I found that hypnotic, daddy's juicy big feet dancing for us! Then our eyes had to shift focus to his skin covered manly noodle! "Watch his noodle, I mean penis. Watch his penis, Mavis." I said almost as if asking for a glass of milk. "Tony, why...OHHHH!" She purred as if seeing a diamond ring in a jeweller's shop window. Daddy's big hand did move down from his nest of pubic hair and cover his long silky foreskin covered noodle and then...ever so slowly, it bobbed up, just a bit! His hand moved away and BOING! The hand motion of daddy made his noodle...jump and did it get bigger? I think it did! Both Mavis and I saw this change of status in his large uncut manhood and each of us enjoyed the show! Mavis protesting like crazy but not looking away...my daddy on display and this strange change in his noodle, so new to me, and was very much being seen and fully noted! My daddy experiment with Mavis was working like a charm! Daddy was indeed naked and being watched doing something...private! I had no idea what yet...but we would soon see more! My loyal readers should note that what I was sharing with Mavis was highly unconventional but I had a way with adults of getting what I wanted and Mavis seemed to be scolding me but also unable to stop herself from watching my naked Adonis of a daddy It was not her fault; my daddy had that effect on men and women... he was so beautiful and yet so manly and in time, I was able to say....sexy! Watching my daddy masturbate fully from this vantage point was for my young mind astounding and truly educational. What I had seen only partially on these Saturdays since I began watching him so closely was only a taster and now this view provided the full picture. Seeing him like this and knowing Mavis was beside me seeing the same thing, well, it was electric. I could not wait to get more men and women in the position to watch my daddy naked! The next phase of our joint secret voyeurism would begin seconds later as daddy grabbed his now slightly enlarged man-noodle and gently rolled back the foreskin using that free hand. An act so truly intimate and so magical...and both of us glued to the view from Mavis' perfectly positioned living room windows. Watching Daddy continues next time. Much more to come in each new chapter of this life saga! My dad's early years before meeting my mum can be read at: www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/the-life-and-times-of-natural-noodle Feel free to write me if you enjoyed this or have read my earlier works. Thank you! Tony aka wiseoldowl@gmx.com