Peeking at my son and his girlfriend
I do something so embarrassing and bad but I can’t stop. For 11 years now I have peeked at my son and his girlfriend, now wife, when they are in bed. Their room is below mine and there is an old plumbing chase in my closet that I can look down and see them.
I started the first time when they were both freshman in college, 19. He lived at home and she would visit. I was the cool parent, I guess, and let her sleep over. To be honest, I watched the first time to make sure they figured out the s** part. She was so shy and petite and my son didn’t have any experience either. I was afraid they wouldn’t get it. They did, so softly and gently. She had long curly black hair. My son still had his thin build but was long where it counted. He was on top and so gentle. It was beautiful. I watched all that weekend. It was always the same, him on top, and always sweet and soft and slow.
You would think that was enough - that I would be satisfied. And I did, for a while. Then, I wondered, had they changed . . . improved . . . tried different positions. . . I had to look again . . .