Chapter 1
Two weeks after I had almost been caught by the housekeeper, while I was peeping at my naked mother in the bathroom, nothing had changed about the situation. My mother had made two more foreign trips, one for three days and one for five days. She had also been gone a day to appear on a television show and the days she was home, she’d been writing in her study. During the few nights she had spent at home, I had been peeping at her again while she was being solidly fucked by all kinds of her motorcycle friends or while she was going at it alone with her toys. Peeping at her during the day was something that I wanted, but the scare I’d had when I was almost caught, kept me from doing that again. It was a Friday and my mother wasn’t home. The housekeeper told me, when I came home from school, that a meeting with her published had taken longer than expected and she would spend the night at a hotel, but she would at least be home for dinner the next day. The next day would be my seventeenth birthday and mother always took care to at least be home on my birthdays, because she saw so little of me as it was. I wondered what kind of extravagant gift she had in store for me this year. Last year, when I turned sixteen, a brand new, really expensive moped with all the works had been waiting for me. That had been a great present en I couldn’t imagine, that my mother would find a way to surpass that gift this year. A costly new PC or game console - I was expecting something in that direction - would not be a match for the last year’s moped. To my surprise there wasn’t any gift waiting for me, when on Saturday morning I came downstairs at about eleven ‘o clock for breakfast. I was used to that if my mother wasn’t home herself on the morning of my birthday, she would arrange for my present to be there nevertheless. Anna, the housekeeper, made me some food and told me, that this year my mother would be bringing my birthday present with her. I shrugged at that message, because my present really didn’t concern me that much - my thoughts were with entirely different things . . .