With the pajamas at midthigh, the beautiful girl turned and presented her naked ass to the mirror, looking over her shoulder at it. She wiggled it and twisted it in a delightfully erotic manner. The creamy cheeks of the girl’s ass were quite lovely, smooth and swelling, flawless in their shape and tightness. It was, Janice had decided when she first saw that ass, the cutest ass she had ever seen.
The pajamas went down. Although the girl’s feet were below the windowsill, Janice could see her whole body from the top of her blonde head to her knees. For a moment the girl stood sideways, looking at herself in the mirror. Janice watched those creamy, succulent tits arch out. They were small, but exquisitely tight and shapely.
Facing Janice, the girl gazed at her profile, hands on her hips. Janice stared at the girl’s cunt. The girl had her thighs together at the moment, but the sweet slit could be seen. The hair — if there was hair on that cunt — was very scant and blonde.
Now the girl placed her hands on her ass cheeks and arched her hips forward, spreading her thighs. Janice sucked in her breath. The girl was extremely beautiful in her nakedness, so beautiful that Janice wanted to reach across the fence and run her hand over that satiny flesh.
The bed was in line with her vision, and she watched the girl go to it. As she did most nights, the girl sprawled on her stomach, bringing a pillow underneath her body. With her legs wide, the pillow under her hips, the girl began to writhe her hips. Janice could see, since the girl kept her legs wide, the flexing of that sweet ass and the cunt so deliciously devoid of hair.
The girl began banging her cunt on the pillow, fucking it. The soft moans of delight rippled across the fence. Janice’s pussy was bubbling very hotly as she watched the girl fuck the pillow unashamedly.
Janice’s eyes glowed hotly as she watched that cute, tight ass flex, bouncing and writhing. She now had one hand underneath her gown, her fingers digging into her firm, spongy tits. Her nipples were achingly hard.
The tight ass in the well-lighted window began to churn almost in a violent way now, and the moans of passion drifted to Janice. The girl was thrashing about as if she were in convulsion, her head banging upon the mattress as her ass bounced.
Finally, the girl rolled off the pillow, her legs wide.
The position of the girl was suck that Janice gazed up between those exquisitely slim thighs. She could see her cute hot cunt. She sighed as the girl began to caress her cunt with one hand, the other cupping a creamy tit.
What Janice had just witnessed was an almost nightly event. The girl masturbated often, and usually with all her clothes off. She didn’t seem to ever wear a bra; at least Janice had never seen one on those succulent tits.
She watched the girl as she sat up, then disappeared from sight. Janice sighed again and started to get out of the chair. A movement in the other window — the second bedroom window across the fence — caused her to sit back down.
Her eyes widened.
The man was tall, with broad shoulders. She had seen him before, of course, just as she had seen the girl. The man was the father of the girl, that much she knew. So far, the only conversation that had passed between them was a friendly greeting, nothing else.
The man wore only jockey shorts.
Janice felt her eyes blur as they fixed on the front of his shorts. The bulge there was quite appealing to her. The man’s chest was hairy, something she liked. The man faced the window for some time, as though he were taking deep breaths of the warm night air. His expression indicated preoccupation with thought.
His hand moved down his flat stomach, and Janice held her breath when she saw him cup his cock and balls. He fondled himself for a few moments, his face still indicating deep thought. When he shoved his hand beneath the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts, Janice sucked in her breath, wishing she could shove her hand into them, feel his cock and balls. The man caressed his cock and balls, his shorts moving, as Janice felt her hairy cunt twitch with desire. She shifted her ass on the chair, squirming as the heat grew steadily between her thighs.
A small gasp bubbled from her when the man shoved his jockey shorts down, exposing his cock and balls.
“Oooooh,” Janice murmured softly as her eyes blazed with desire. His cock was almost hard, becoming very thick and long with a beautiful, smoothly swollen head. His balls, she could see, were quite hairy. “I’d love to have that!” she whispered into the darkness.
The man grasped his cock and pumped it a few times. His prick became very hard then, a good eight inches long, she judged. The head was so lovely, so deliciously smooth, Janice ran her tongue about her lips with eagerness. Her eyes fixed upon his cock and balls as he began to work his fist back and forth, his face still expressing deep thought, as if he were jacking off without a conscious thought of doing so.
Her cunt steamed and her clitoris became painfully inflamed. The sight of that gorgeous cock sent spasms of desire flooding her body. Her cunt seemed to suck inward with a flexing convulsion, and she had the distinct sensation of being on the brink of an orgasm.
Still sliding his fist back and forth on his cock, the man used his other hand to shove his shorts down. They disappeared below the sill of the window as the man turned. Janice gazed at his ass, thinking it was the most beautiful ass she had ever seen on a man. It was muscular, the cheeks tight. Another moan came to her as she watched the man move about the bedroom, still jerking on his cock, moving about as if he were searching for something. His balls swayed from the movement of his hand.
The man sat on the edge of his bed, still pumping on his cock, his expression changing into one of pleasure. He leaned back on his elbow, his eyes now watching as he jacked up and down his prick. Janice saw his hips move occasionally, an upthrust of his hips as he began to jack off with a faster motion. Again he was on his feet, moving about the room, always in her view. His fist never missed a beat. The head of his cock was even more swollen than before, and she was certain he dripped from the piss hole. Light caught it, making the juices glisten. Now and then the man would cup his balls, give them a squeeze as he beat his cock.
Janice had never seen a man jack off before. She had never had the opportunity to see a man jack his cock. It was an amazing sight to her, thrilling and erotic to watch this man masturbate. She could not resist shoving a hand under her gown and press it between her thighs, holding her steaming cunt. The palm of her hand became moist and slippery as her pussy seeped, and she began to rub up and down, exerting pressure on her swollen clitoris. She was trembling with desire as she watched him closely.
Finally, the man moved to the window, facing it as though unconcerned that he was exposed. His face was contorting as his fist flew back and forth on his cock. He arched forward, as though trying to shove his cock from it. The snorting gasps he made came clearly to Janice. From the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of the girl climbing into her bed, drawing the sheet up over her naked body.
But the girl was forgotten as Janice concentrated on the man, who was standing at the window and jacking off. His excitement was evident to her, his body trembling, his hips moving. He seemed to be holding his fist still now, fucking back and forth into his palm.
She was conscious of the light going off in the girl’s bedroom, but her attention was fixed upon the man who was now jacking off with a swiftly moving fist. His hips were arched outward and his face was screwed up tightly. He grasped his balls in one hand, and it looked to Janice as though he were squeezing them painfully.
“Uh… uh… uh!” she heard him grunt, his fist moving faster and faster. “Uhhuhhhh!”
Janice could not hold back the sudden gurgle that bubbled from her as the man suddenly came off. She saw the pearl-white come juice fly from his cock, land upon the windowsill. The globs of come juice continued to spurt, his fist jerking frantically. The spewing of his come juice, squirting from that piss hole, sent her cunt into a spasm. Janice almost doubled over with the intensity of it.
Her cunt grew tight, and then sh
e realized she had penetrated her pussy with a finger. The lips of her hairy cunt squeezed and sucked at her finger as she clutched her stomach with her other hand, moaning in a wailing sound. Her eyes, almost glazed with ecstasy, remained fixed upon the squirting cock.
She was hardly aware when the light went out in that bedroom.
She continued to sit there, her eyes gazing out into the darkness. What she had seen the man do was a first.
She had seen him walk about his bedroom in his shorts before, but this was the first time she had seen his cock and balls, and watch him jack off.
After a time, she got out of her chair and climbed into her own bed.
Surely the man and girl realized they could have been seen, she thought. They had not pulled their drapes since moving in. They knew, certainly, that those bedrooms faced Janice’s house.
There was no wife or mother that she had seen. The two apparently lived alone. The man was tall and very good-looking, and always wore a suit when he went off to work. On the few times she happened to see him when he came home, they would nod and greet each other. The man had a wonderful, smile for her when they saw each other.
The girl was always friendly, too. She was very cute and bubbling, with an outgoing personality. Janice wondered if her son Bobby had made friends with the girl yet. But he was so involved with other things, baseball and other sports. Bobby had shown no interest in girls as yet, but that didn’t disturb Janice.
He was at the age where most boys preferred the company of each other to that of girls. He was a good son, though. He had accepted his mother’s divorce from his father much better than she would have suspected. But then, her ex-husband had never shown much affection or care for Bobby.
She wondered if Bobby jacked off, if he was even old enough to come. She had limited knowledge of such things. Janice, as a very small girl, had experienced orgasms, but she had heard boys didn’t until they reached a certain age in their teens.
It was something she would never know, she thought. She certainly couldn’t ask Bobby if his cock squirted. That might embarrass him, and he probably wouldn’t tell her anyway.
Janice suddenly sat up in bed, her eyes wide.
Thinking of her son had created such stimulation between her legs, she had almost come again. She drew her knees up tight against her tits, hugging them with her chin resting there. In her mind she had transformed the man across the fence into her son, and she imagined watching Bobby jack off.
For a moment she was ashamed of her thoughts. But they were pleasant to contemplate. The idea of her son jacking off before a window sent her flesh to shivering. An idea suddenly appealed to her. But there was no way she could observe her son jacking off.
But if he couldn’t come off, surely he played with himself sometimes. Boys and girls did that, experimenting, making themselves feel good. She had done so as a child, and she had heard of other girls doing so, too. Boys weren’t that different from girls. She had read a book when she was in her teens, a book of a girl’s school. Those girls in that book certainly enjoyed themselves under the cover of darkness. There was even one scene where two girls had fingered each other to orgasms.
Boys did the same things, Janice was sure. She lay back in bed, closing her eyes. Drawing her knees up, she tried to go to sleep. But even as she began to drift into slumber, the image of her son jacking off before a lighted window still burned within her.
She cupped a hand between her thighs.
CHAPTER TWO
Janice was getting out of her car the next afternoon. She had bundles in her arms as she swung one foot from the open door.
She looked up, still sitting in the seat, one leg out and the other in. The man from next door was waving to her. She smiled at him, but since her arms were filled, she could not wave back.
The man paused, looking at her. “Need some help?”
“No, thank you,” she said, feeling a flush on her face. The skirt was high on her thighs, and Janice became aware that his eyes were gazing between her legs. His eyes were bold, unwavering.
For a long moment she sat there, frozen, knowing he could see the crotch of her panties. She could have drawn her foot back into the car, or stepped out completely. Yet she felt as if she had been rooted to the seat. Her flush deepened as the man continued to stare under her hiked-up skirt without a trace of shame.
With a shaking of her knees, she managed to get her other leg out and stand up. The skirt had caught on the door frame and pulled up. The man smiled with appreciation as her long, luscious thighs were exposed.
Furious, Janice jerked from the car, and heard a loud ripping sound. Her skirt had split. She held her bundles, not knowing what to do, face burning. Then, almost haughtily, she stomped to the front door, feeling his eyes on her exposed thighs and ass. What the man saw were those tantalizing thighs and the tightness of her bikini panties, the way her ass cheeks rippled as she walked. Without a backward glance, she entered her home and rushed to the kitchen.
Placing her bundles on the counter, Janice examined the damage to her skirt. Seeing the extent of the rip, she knew the man had seen her ass clearly. There was a sudden thrill, and her cunt pulsated. She was surprised at the sudden stab of pleasure in her body.
“Is that you, Mom?”
She looked up, holding her skirt.
Her son came into the kitchen, stopping suddenly with wide eyes. Again Janice was frozen. Her son stared at her, seeing her thighs and panties. Time seemed to have stood still for her, then she shoved the torn skirt down.
“Who else would be coming in without knocking?” she said, almost snapping at her son.
She detected a slight bulge in the front of his pants. With a shiver she realized it was what he had seen of her body that caused that bulge. Trying to hold the skirt together, she brushed past her son. Halfway down the hall, she turned and smiled.
“I’m sorry, honey,” she said. “I didn’t mean to sound so angry. I tore this damn dress getting out of the car, and it made me mad. I’m taking it out on you. I’m sorry.”
She changed into a housedress and returned to put her purchases away.
Bobby tad gone off someplace, and she hoped he wasn’t angry with her. She thought of the way his pants had bulged out as she stood with her skirt open, panties exposed. He had become excited, seeing her. Perhaps he could come, after all, she thought. If the sight of her exposure caused his cock to swell that way, maybe he was interested in girls, playing with his cock at night.
The thought excited Janice.
She began to hum and sing as she prepared dinner. By the time it was on the table, her son had returned.
They ate in silence, but Janice watched Bobby from the corner of her eyes. He seemed agitated, keeping his eyes from her body.
Later, after dark, she watched him go to his room after his nightly shower. He was in pajamas, and he had not kissed her good night as he usually did.
Perhaps he was embarrassed to have seen her that way, she thought. Or maybe he was embarrassed because his cock had become hard from seeing his mother’s panties. Janice admitted to herself it had excited her, being seen by Bobby that way.
She bathed in the master bedroom, and then, placing a chair near the window in preparation of what would happen across the fence, she remembered she had left the television on in the living room. The movement in the lighted window next door caught her attention as she started from her bedroom. The girl was repeating her ritual of hair brushing. For a moment she almost decided to let the damn television go. Then she entered the hall and moved, quickly to the living room. She snapped the set off and started hurrying back down the hallway. Something caught her attention, a sound of some sort. It came from her son’s bedroom. It sounded as if he were in pain, she thought.
His light was off. Opening his door quietly, she started to call out to Bobby. But he wasn’t in his bed. She saw his shadowy figure near the window, and then she saw the girl across the fence.
Her son was watching.<
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Shaking with excitement, she had no idea her son had been seeing the same things she had. Her son stood there, his shoulders shaking in the dim light.
Hardly aware of what she was doing, Janice entered the room and walked up beside her son. She stood slightly behind him, hearing his heavy breathing as he gazed at the girl next door. The girl, so lovely with her honey blonde hair, was sitting on the bed with her slim legs wide, rubbing her cunt.
“Look, Mom,” her son said, startling Janice.
“I see,” she whispered. “How did you know I came in, honey?”
“I heard,” he replied in a hoarse voice. “Look what that girl’s doing.”
“I know, Bobby. I’ve seen her do it before.”
“You have? Me, too!”
Her son was excited, very excited. He didn’t seem at all embarrassed about being caught looking.
Before she could stop herself, Janice said, “Do you like watching her?”
A soft groan came from her son. Shooting her eyes downward, she realized her son had his hand inside his pajamas.
She swayed toward her son, her shoulder brushing his. They stood side by side, watching, as the pretty blonde pulled the pillow beneath her naked body and started to fuck it.
“That excites you, don’t it, Bobby?” she said in a very low, quivery voice.
“Yeah,” her son grunted.
The urge to touch her son, put her hand on the front of his pajamas, feel his cock, was overwhelming. For a long moment she managed to resist, then she found her hand moving out. Whether Bobby knew what she was about to do or not, she didn’t know. Both of them were gazing at the girl, seeing that tight, cute ass writhe and twist, heard the soft whimpers of pleasure coming across the fence.
Janice placed her palm against the front of her son’s pajamas.
She heard Bobby gasp, but he didn’t turn his head. She felt the roundness of his cock burning against her palm, and there was a wetness, too, but no movement. Then her son moved his hand. He’s jacking off, she thought with a hot thrill. Bobby is jacking on his cock, and he can feel my palm against the head of his prick! I wonder if he would…
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