"Peeping George"

I opened the door. In front of me there was Kate, a sweet teenager, maybe just turned 18, blonde curly hair and a snub nose. Behind her obviously her mother, a resolute looking woman in her early 40s with a stylish short haircut that made her lineaments look a little bit harsh.

“Where is he?” Kate sizzled to me. Her blue eyes were sparkling in anger.

“Here!”, I was leading them both directly to George who didn´t dare to move away.

Kate was out of her mind. “Uncle George! You… you…!”

Susan was also outraged but she didn´t say anything. Instead I recognized that Kate´s mother was looking with a lot of interest at George´s fully erected penis that had reached a quite impressive size. At the top of his cock you could see the first drops of precum while on his face drops of sweat were glistening. Fear sweat?

“Katy”, I was speaking every word extra slowly, “do you know that George has been watching you for weeks for example when you are taking a sun bath in your garden? He has told me that he´s wanking every time he sees you there in the sun!”

George looked pale as a dead man. “H-h-how can you say that?!?”