Usually, however, that blind was pulled all the way down. Finally I snuck in one day, took it down, and re-rolled it so that it would always leave a g...ap. But still my peep shows were limited to 30 seconds of titty. I began to hunger to see more.Finally, after hours and hours of thought and sneaky reconnoitering, I decided to actually drill a peephole into their bathroom, which abutted my closet. So one afternoon, with Dad at work and Mom away shopping, I stood on a folding chair in my closet. I quietly went through the first floor, but didn't see or hear anything. I was about to try the second floor, when I heard giggling and laughing coming faintly from their basement door.I went to the door and listened. I heard voices, but could not hear what was being said. I started easing down the stairs, staying as close to the wall as possible, to prevent squeaks. I made it down the stairs and was finally able to hear what was being said."No, I don't really have enough hair down there to. There was no sense in nailing it shut, as whoever wanted to go in would just break a window or tear the door down.By the time I was back at the house, the women had already eaten breakfast, but fixed me some eggs to have with the sausage, biscuits, and gravy they had cooked. I told them what I had taken from Ben's, including his old family Bible and a box full of old photos of Ben and his deceased wife. Mom said, "That's who Ben spoke to when he said he was coming. He talked about her a lot. An then she began moaning. Slow, deep, guttural mooooooaaaaaaans. Her voice was different. Now I understood that the moans of our other fucks may not have been real. These moans were a very low tone. Deeper mmmmaaaaaauuuuggggaaahhhh as if she was sucking the sound through her cunt, her womb, her heart, her lungs, her throat, her mouth. The moans were like her whole body was in raking heat pleasure. Those bastards could hear her. They could see her. Outstretched, on her back, in a passive.