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It has been said that every person has some dark passion in his soul some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet, sometimes these dark passions surface, and the headlines scream of someone’s antisocial behavior or, in some cases, illegal acts. In fact, hardly a day goes by without these hidden passions coming to the fore and resulting in big news.
A VOYEUR MOM is a dramatic representation of a family, a mother, her son and her daughter who dare to let their most base desires come to the surface. They are people who are willing to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to become completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to be completely honest with themselves and their desires.
Mrs. Duncan sure was sexy, Jeff thought.
The voluptuous redhead had answered the door wearing a frilly, semi-transparent nightie. Jeff had been able to see the stiff points of her big tits and the shadowed outline of her bushy cunt-mound through the sheer material. He’d had to hide his rising hard-on behind his toolbox.
Now he wondered if she was kinky, as well. Jeff was a journeyman carpenter and Jenny Duncan had hired him to install a pair of mirrors in her bedroom but it wasn’t as simple as that. The mirrors were made of one-way glass, reflective like any mirror on one side but transparent from the other side, so that a person could look through without being seen.
There were three bedrooms in a row in the Duncan house and she was having him place the spying mirrors in the master bedroom, which was in the middle, so that anyone, Mrs. Duncan herself, presumably in that center room would be able to observe the bedrooms on either side.
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