One morning, I had just finished showering and was in the middle of shaving. Needless to say, I was stark naked. To my astonishment, Noah—without knocking or saying anything—opened the door, walked in nude as the day he was born, and started taking a shower.
Normally, I might scold the boy for just barging into my private space—if I were really that annoyed. But I knew what was up. Noah was looking for a reaction and I was determined to rise above and not give him the satisfaction. And after Noah finished his shower, I couldn’t help but notice him eyeing me—or more specifically, my ass—as he casually brushed against me and out of the bathroom.
Recently, Noah had been getting into my home office while I was away at work. Usually, from what I could tell, he was rummaging through my things or using my computer. And he always insisted that he wasn’t doing what I knew he was doing.
I had no choice but to get one of those spy cameras you see on TV to install in my bedroom so that I could catch the boy in the act. As I suspected, the contents of the recording had proven me right. Nothing in it surprised me… except for one thing.
Now, I am not embarrassed or shy to admit that I have a rather large collection of sex toys. Since the divorce from Noah’s mother, I had been exploring my sexuality a little bit and had amassed quite a collection. I had certainly not advertised this to my son, of all people, but now that he knew, I could understand his curiosity…
