Dad Filling In On the Paper Route

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As the thread title says, one of the young family members has a paper route, delivery in the early morning dark hours.
One day, they are ill. So Dad fills in (or could be Mom or older sibling I guess).
What sexual fun do they witness through open blinds?
Does he meet up with a horny dog walker?
It could be a pure exhibitionist & voyuer story, or Dad might be invited in?
Another variation could be family fun involving Mom & another at home while Dad is out on the route.
I'm sure there are other variations...
 
For Literotica, I'd be nervous about even mentioning the child. (Did the kid see the whatever happening the day before?) Your scenario works for anyone who has to walk around a neighborhood, say a postal worker, food delivery driver, meter reader (there are fewer of those, but not zero yet), some kind of town inspector (paving? storm sewer?), perhaps most regularly the sanitation gang that empties the trash cans ....
 
For Literotica, I'd be nervous about even mentioning the child. (Did the kid see the whatever happening the day before?) Your scenario works for anyone who has to walk around a neighborhood, say a postal worker, food delivery driver, meter reader (there are fewer of those, but not zero yet), some kind of town inspector (paving? storm sewer?), perhaps most regularly the sanitation gang that empties the trash cans ....
but those lack the special charm of the darkness of the early morning.

it is perfectly ok on Literotica to have children "off stage" as plot devices. Just as long as they don't go anywhere near the sexy bits.
 
I'm 57 and I cannot remember a time when newspapers were deliverd by kids. But then I always lived in a densly populated area near a big city with a 2 pound newspaper. They were always flung from a moving car.

So, this would be a good opportunity to do a more period story. Very 1950's Leave it to Beaver. The Beav breaks a leg and his older brother Wally has to take over the route.

In a more modern day, kids still do go door-to-door selling candles and candy and what not, for school charities. With the son down with a wicked flu, dad volunteers to deliver the goods that he sold in the neighborhood.

I kind of like this as a voyeur story. In Florida where I grew up every fifth house had an inground pool. Tall fences and single story homes would give you the illusion of privacy and people would do all sorts of naught things. I know I did.
 
I'm 57 and I cannot remember a time when newspapers were deliverd by kids. But then I always lived in a densly populated area near a big city with a 2 pound newspaper. They were always flung from a moving car.

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I kind of like this as a voyeur story. In Florida where I grew up every fifth house had an inground pool. Tall fences and single story homes would give you the illusion of privacy and people would do all sorts of naught things. I know I did.
I am 68 and my kids delivered papers (as did my brother and I way back when). In fact, I often accompanied my son out on the route, which might be the germ of this idea, though just looking out the window at the cold and the dark this morning was the immediate trigger. It brought back memories.
 
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We lived in a rural area so it just came with the mail.

But the idea could be great: dad does the route but sees thing the kid didn’t see.

For example: kid doesn’t pay attention to cars but dad knows his boss’s car and that he’s at a home with a woman who isn’t his wife.

He sees an old man drinking his coffee but notices something is odd so he sneaks up to the window and sees from that angle the old man is getting a blowjob from his wife or nurse.
 
The school bus drivers in one small town where I lived started their routes early enough in the mornings that they knew who was shacking up just by seeing specific cars parked at houses where they didn't belong. Perhaps the grandmotherly regular driver needs a week off and a much younger man drives the route and learns the goldmine of spicy information that is available at that time of day.
 
I had a paper route in the 70's. Wednesday's and Sunday's editions were pretty damned heavy. More than once I had my bike tip over when I left it to fetch an errant toss. :LOL:

Damn...4 AM mornings in the winter, wrapping rubber bands after folding a paper in thirds, or only twice on Weds and Suns. Only to have the rubber band snap and thwack my frozen fingers. Oh it was quite traumatic. :)

All that I never saw anything interesting through a window. Never did a woman show up naked on my monthly subscription collections. So disappointing! :cry:

I'm afraid my scars run too deep to make anything erotic from such an experience. Yet somehow, in this day and age, I still find myself oddly proud of the work I did delivering the news.
 
I delivered papers on my bike in the early 70s. This was in a quiet suburban neighborhood. In really bad weather, my mom or dad would sometimes drive me around my route in the car.

I could see a dad doing just that, but the kid catches a cold anyway. The next day, Dad is happy to deliver the papers by himself, because he happened to spy a few juicy things through some windows that he just needs to get a closer look at.......
 
I imagine the dad is wildly out of shape, and has to stop for a break. When he's huffing and puffing, he just so happens to look over and see Mr. Johnson and Mrs. Smith going at it. He keeps doing the paper route, but he takes for-freaking-ever to complete it, because he's constantly stopping to see what other tomfoolery and shennanigans are taking place in the neighborhood. He probably starts the route at 4am and finishes at 4pm.
 
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