When I was in my late teens I was still obsessed with trying any way possible to peep in on mom as she bathed or showered. I was already a bonafide peeping tom who lurked early mornings in the neighborhood. Most of my memories though were of getting an eyeful of some mom flesh! I couldn't help it, I was addicted! After a couple years of peeping I realized that I had a better view by peeping in the bathroom from out back. So I'd usually say I'm going out to the store for a pack of smokes at about the time she'd ready herself for bed. I'd then sneak around back and peep in threw the bathroom window and blinds that was carefully arranged to appear to give her privacy but enough to look in and get a full view. It was like getting a glimpse of heaven!

When she finished I'd usually come back home and then disappear into the bathroom. I loved the smell in the air and the smell of the newly wet towels. As I've said I also loved the smell of her used panties which were in the hamper. I remember one night finding a pube on the toliet, out of curiousity I remember picking it up and staring at it. I also remember going back to my room and looking at it threw an old microscope I had. Soon I began saving the ones I found and over a few months about 20 of my own mothers pubic hairs. I always was a perv, I had already stolen a pair of mom's used panties which I worn a few times and actually dressed up in her clothes and make-up so YES, I was and still am a major league pervert and didn't care. Saving her pubic hair only seemed natural.

I kept mom's pubes in a small piece of paper folded up a few times in my wallet. Anyway, one day while shitface drunk and stoned I came up with an idea. While sitting in my van I decided to roll them all up  with some weed into a nice fat joint and smoke it. I went and I sat in the back half naked, wearing only a pair of my mothers panties and an old bra of hers I stole, I had a mad erection I stroked while smoking the joint and looking at an Over 40 magazine. I imagined kidnapping my mother and fucking her good in the back of the van. I always had my small bottle of Rush nearby to really twist my imagination. Anyway that was all I remembered... I passed out or blacked out again from the cheap scotch I was drinking. I woke up early the next morning still in mom's bra and panties not remembering a think after that.