They ate early.
Then, since the evening was so warm, they sat in front of the house. There was a small porch with a wrought-iron railing, and two chairs with a small table there. Those, too, were made of wrought iron.
It was only after they saw the girl next door walk up the walk to her house that Janice realized she had been unconsciously hoping to see the man again.
The girl was wearing a very tight pair of shorts and sleeveless blouse. She was amused that her son's eyes glowed with heat as he watched the girl.
Suddenly, before she arrived at her front door, the blonde girl turned and came directly across the lawn to them. Her exquisitely lovely face glowed with happiness.
"Hi," she said, standing at the railing. "I'm Pam. We moved in a month pr so ago. I thought it would be nice to meet you."
Janice introduced herself and her son, watching how the girl's eyes looked at her son. There was desire in those blue eyes, she saw. They were hot eyes. Then she realized Pam gazed directly and boldly at the front of her son's pants. Her son was looking the blonde beauty up and down, and Janice knew he was seeing her as she fucked her pillow.
Pam stayed a short time, chatting with them. Janice learned her parents were divorced, and she expressed concern for her father not dating women. Then, to Janice's amazement, Pam said, almost innocently, "Daddy needs a woman, you know? He's that kind of man."
Janice almost asked what kind of man that was, but held her silence.
"I try," Pam went on. "I try hard, but I'm only a girl and he's my daddy. What he needs, I think, is a wife."
"Why, Pam?" Janice asked.
"All men need a wife, don't they?" the girl replied. "But for my daddy, it's got to be the right kind of woman. One that will make him happy, if you know what I mean."
Janice didn't know what Pam meant, and she didn't ask. Instead she asked, "What's your father's name?"
"Frank," Pam replied. "I gotta go now, Janice." Pam's eyes raked over Bobby. "Maybe we can be friends, huh, Bobby? I can be a good friend… a very good friend."
Janice saw the expression in those blue eyes, and knew what Pam meant.
They watched the girl walk back across the lawn. Her ass, encased in the tight shorts, swung with invitation. At the door, Pam waved, then disappeared.
A few minutes later, her father drove up.
Seeing Janice and Bobby sitting there, he came over.
Introducing himself, he said, "I'm sorry about your mishap yesterday. I should have helped you instead of staring like an idiot."
His eyes moved about her body, and Janice felt as if she were naked. But there was a ripple of excitement, too. She liked the way his bold eyes stared at her tits, then lifted to her face. "I suppose my daughter has already introduced herself?"
Janice nodded. She felt the odd sensation that this man knew she had been peeking into their windows at night, that he jacked off deliberately. She had nothing to base the feeling on, except from the way he looked at her.
He lifted a hand as he turned to go, saying, "I'm sure we'll be good neighbors."
After he had gone, Janice had the distinct impression the man knew she had been watching him. There was something about his eyes that told her this.
That evening, Bobby was very excited, talking about Pam a mile a minute. "I hope she does it again tonight, Mom," he said. "I bet she'd let me do it to her, too."
"I bet she would, too," she replied.
"You know, Mom," Bobby said. "I bet Frank would like to do it to you, too. I saw how he looked at you. Why don't we be friends with them?"
"It looks as if we might," she replied. "But we can't let them know about us, honey. They may not understand."
"I can keep a secret, Mom. You won't mind if Pam lets me do it to her?"
Janice no longer felt embarrassment. She grinned at her son, then with a twinkle in her eye, said, "Bobby, if Pam lets you fuck her, I wouldn't mind at all."
Bobby giggled. "You said fuck, Mom!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" she chanted, then stuck her tongue out at him and poked at his crotch. "And more fuck, you horny kid!"
She wrestled her son to the floor, straddling him and pinning his arms above his head. Her skirt was hiked high, her pantied crotch resting on his cock. She wiggled her pussy against him, laughing.
"I should fuck the piss out of your cock," she murmured.
Bobby arched his prick upwards. "You just turn me loose and I'll show you who fucks the piss out of who, Mom!"
"Braggart!" she teased, grinding her crotch against him. "All you boys brag."
"Yeah, but I can do it!" he said.
"You can?" she teased, pressing her cunt down on him. "Why not do it now, then?"
"Let me take my cock out, and I will," he groaned.
"I'll take it out."
She lifted from him, sitting on the floor with her knees spread wide. Bobby gazed between her thighs at the tight band of her panties, seeing the dark curls of her cunt. Janice opened her son's pants and fished his cock out. She gripped it hard, making him yelp.
"You gotta take your panties off, Mom," he gurgled as she pumped on his prick. "No fair if you leave your panties on!"
Using her free hand, Janice ran her hand under her skirt and gave a quick tug. The panties came off with a load tearing sound. She tossed them across the room, jerking her skirt to her waist and straddling her son.
"Who's going to fuck who?" she laughed. Squirming down with her cunt against his cock, Janice pressed until her son gurgled with pleasure. His prick throbbed in hardness along the hairy, wet lips, pressing at her swollen clitoris. Bobby's eyes glowed as he looked up at her.
When he lifted his hands and opened her blouse, Janice giggled. Her tits dangled above his face. Wrapping his eager hands around his mother's tits, Bobby began to squeeze and twist at her sensitive nipples.
Teasingly, Janice shook her nipples in her son's face. He opened his mouth, trying to capture one, but she swung it away, laughing. Finally he caught a nipple with his lips and began to suck hard on it. His mouth, hot and wet, sent a shiver racing through her. She ground her cunt down onto his hard, throbbing cock as he sucked on her tit.
"Mmmm, baby, suck that tit!" Janice cooed. "Suck mother's titty… the nipple! Oh, lovely!"
She twisted her crotch against him, and then she twisted about until the head of his swollen cock was penetrating her tight, boiling cunt.
"Oooh, baby, your cock is in me!" she mewled. "Your cock is going in mother's cunt!"
Feeling her son's prick stretch her sensitive pussy, Janice lifted her ass slightly. She twisted it while the head of his cock was between the flexing lips of her twat. Then, very slowly to savor the pleasure, she began to lower her crotch down, taking more of his precious cock into her cunt. The throbbing of his prick sent exquisite sensations rippling through her, making her whine with ecstasy. Bobby continued to suck at her tit, but now he was running his hands up and down her creamy thighs. The feel of his eager hands on her legs made her tremble with delight.
Twisting her ass downward, she felt his balls brush at her creamy ass, his cock deeply buried in her gripping cunt. She held it there for a long time, her pussy flexing on the base of his prick. Finally Janice began to lift and lower her crotch, fucking her son as he sucked even harder on her swollen nipple. One of his hands clutched a cheek of her ass, the other digging into her thigh.
The slowness of her ass moving up and down was tormenting to Bobby. With his hands digging into her spongy ass cheeks, his mouth sucking frantically on her nipple, he began to plunge his cock into her cunt, banging his ass on the floor. Janice held her ass up for him, letting him fuck her. The moist slaps and the power of his lunges, caused his pelvis to smash against her cunt lips and clitoris with tingling ecstasy.
"Hump it, Bobby!" she squealed. "Oh, baby… bang me! Fuck me, darling! Ooooh, ram that sweet, sweet cock in mother's hot cunt!"
The way his hips scissored up and down, rubbing at her sensitive inner thighs while his cock plunged in and out, almost had Janice coming. Her cunt held his cock tightly, flexing with slippery heat. Her hair hung down past her face, her eyes closed and mouth parted. She moaned and sobbed with increasing pleasure.
"Be still!" she hissed. "Let me fuck you, baby! Stop… hold still! I want to fuck that cock!"
As her son's hips stilled, Janice began churning her ass about, racing her cunt up and down his hard cock. Using only the muscles of her back and thighs, Janice bounced her ass up and down, riding her son's prick frantically. She began to gurgle with orgasms, orgasms that made her cunt become very tight around Bobby's cock. If her pussy had not been so wet and slippery, she could not have fucked him so violently.
"Oh… oh!" she yelped as her pussy banged against him. With each downward plunge, she gyrated her cunt tightly. With each uplift, she could hardly stand it, and she would plunge down hard and fast, making her son grunt about her tit.
Bobby held his mother's ass, his fingers digging into the firm, smooth, creamy cheeks as it moved up and down. His body was held rigid, his ass off the floor. Both of them puffed and moaned as Janice flung her hips about with wild ecstasy. Each of her orgasms were becoming stronger, more powerful, shooting through her body like a roaring fire.
She felt, through the erotic fog in her brain, when her son's cock began to gush. The come juice boiled from his piss hole and splashed deep within the walls of her slippery cunt. Janice gurgled, then yelped. The spattering of his come juice caused her cunt hi convulse harder than ever. She slammed her ass down, grinding her cunt against the base of his spurting cock. She felt the orgasms from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.
When it was over, she stretched out on her son, sliding her long legs down until she was pressing on his body. His cock was still inside her pussy, and her tits almost smothered him. She felt her son moving his hands over her ass, feeling the curves of the cheeks, the smoothness of her flesh, tracing a fingertip along the deep crack.
She rested there for a moment, then when her breathing returned to normal, she lay on her back next to him, her skirt about her waist and her tits revealed. She bent one leg at the knee, flinging it wide, her cunt still pulsating with the glow of pleasure. After a few moments longer, she lifted her head and looked at her son. His expression was one of delight.
She ran her hand over his face, then leaned over and kissed him. Her tongue snaked out and dipped into her son's mouth quickly, then she shifted and began to tickle his chest with the tip. She ran her tongue over his tiny nipples, then down to his quivering stomach. She paused at his belly button, then flicked her tongue over it. She gazed at his glistening cock, seeing the wetness of her cunt and the residual of his come juice clinging to it.
Scooting downward, Janice began to kiss and lick at her son's thighs. She sucked his flesh between her lips, sliding her lovely face upward, her eyes glowing directly upon his wet cock and those precious balls. Her tongue made hot circles on his thighs and to the inner surfaces, where he was most sensitive to touch.
Bobby spread his legs wide, his head resting on his arms so he could watch his mother. Her eyes glowed with erotic pleasure. She lifted her ass into the air. With her skirt still hiked around her waist, Janice knew her son could see her naked ass while he watched what she did to him.
Desire to pull his wet cock into her mouth drove her. She loved the taste of his precious cock between her greedy lips, loved the way it throbbed so deliciously. She was close to his crotch now, his balls brushing at her nose as she swirled her tongue about his inner thighs. Scooting her face against his crotch, she nuzzled his sweet balls, feeling the heat of them against her face. She pursed her lips and gave his balls an open-mouthed, wet kiss. Bobby gurgled with the touch of her mouth on his balls, arching his hips upward. Janice laughed as he twisted his balls into her face, wiping them all over her nose, chin, mouth and cheeks.
Sliding her hands up to hold his hips, Janice pressed her face hard against her son's cock and balls, urging him to grind against her face. The feel of his precious balls and swelling prick sent stabbing, burning sensations down her body and into her cunt.
Shoving her tongue out, she licked his balls. Opening her mouth wide, she found it easy to suck his balls into her mouth. Her eyes were still open, blazing up into her son's face as his balls filled her mouth. She sucked and licked on them, waving her uplifted ass in the air. His balls writhed between her hot, wet lips as she savored the enjoyment of having them in her mouth.
Then she had an idea.
Opening her lips as wide as she could, and using one hand, Janice managed to stuff her son's cock into her mouth along with his balls. This crowded her mouth and she couldn't lick with her tongue. All she could do was suck. But when his cock began to swell, she had to release it. His growing cock and balls were just too much for her mouth.
Again she sucked at his balls, relishing the taste of his lingering come juice and the wetness of her cunt on his cock. Then, with a cry, she turned his balls loose and raced her mouth to his prick. She swirled her tongue over the swollen head.
"I want you to come in mother's mouth again, darling!"
She closed her hot lips about his cock and began to suck up and down furiously, making soft moaning sounds of ecstasy. Her tongue flicked and licked as her wet lips sucked hard.
With gurgles of hot desire, Janice ran her mouth up and down her son's cock swiftly, holding it tightly with her hungry lips, her tongue fluttering with flames of greedy fire. She slipped her hands underneath her son's tight ass, clutching the cheeks powerfully as she lifted his hips up, trying to force more and more of his throbbing cock down her throat. She had never felt so hungry for his prick as she did at this moment.
Slowing her up-and-down fucking motions on his cock, she held the swollen head between her lips, running her tongue over his dripping piss hole. The taste of his come juice and her cunt sent her mind to reeling with erotic pleasure. She pressed the tip of her tongue against his piss hole as if trying to slide into it.
Then she swirled her tongue over the smooth head. And once more she began to bob her mouth up and down. She had never felt so hungry to have a cock boiling into her mouth before.
Jerking her mouth from her son's cock, she jacked on it with a tight fist.
"Baby, come! Oh, God, Bobby… come in my fucking mouth!"
And she was on him again, sucking frantically with her tight lips, her tongue swirling with almost blurring speed. She dug her fingers into his tight ass cheeks, whimpering about his throbbing prick.
Her lips were down on the base, writhing, as she created a strong suction, when her son came.
With a moist squeal, Janice began to suck his cock again, swiftly and greedily. The taste of his precious come juice splashing into her mouth, coating her tongue, sent her uplifted ass into shuddering pleasure. Her cunt seemed to clamp, draw inward, and the explosion of another orgasm shot through her. The taste of her son's sweet, young come juice almost caused her to faint with joy. She swallowed, gulping, and kept her lips tight as she fucked his cock with her mouth.
Finally she held only the head of Bobby's prick between her lips, her tongue lapping over his piss hole. He was no longer coming, but the taste of his come juice was still in her mouth. Releasing his prick, she kissed his balls, holding them in her palm.
"Was that good, honey?" she asked. "Do you like the way mother sucks your sweet cock off?"
Bobby nodded, too exhausted to speak. She caressed his balls, then stood up. She held her skirt out as she arched her hips forward, excited to have him looking up her skirt at her naked cunt.
"Want to see if the girl plays with herself again, baby?" she asked.
"You mean Pam?"
"She's the only girl we've been watching," Janice grinned. "Come on, let's see if she and her father will play with themselves again. You do like to watch them, don't you, Bobby?"
"Yeah," he grunted, grinning at his mother, as he got to his feet.
Janice took his hand and they rushed to her bedroom.