Joanna Murphy knew it was silly, but the mere fact that someone else, a stranger, was in her house made it almost impossible for the woman to close her eyes and go to sleep. Even though it wasn't a stranger. It was Dwayne, her brother's only son. But she had lived alone for a long time, and his presence felt so strange to her.
She got out of bed, slipping into her robe. Maybe she should have a cup of warm milk. In another day or two, she'd get accustomed to Dwayne's presence, she was sure.
His door was ajar, thin light shining like a blade out into the dark hallway.
Joanna stopped a moment by his door. If he was awake, maybe she'd invite him to join her. They hadn't talked very much yet. He'd arrived this morning, just as she was leaving for work. She knew more or less what kind of trouble he was in at home, and she had avoided the subject, but maybe they should get it out into the open and discuss it.
Joanna looked around the edge of the door. Dwayne was lying on his bed, headphones strapped to his ears. He was naked except for his shorts. They were tight, bikini-style, and did they ever hug and accentuate his crotch! Joanna's eyes seemed to flit immediately to that bulging presence – a big lumpy wad of cock and balls stretching the tight fabric of his shorts.
Dwayne was a strapping boy – no, a young man, she reminded herself; after all, he was eighteen now. His shoulders were broad, his chest smooth and tan, his waist narrow, his legs long and firm-muscled. He had his eyes closed as he listened to his music, and he tapped his hands rhythmically on his smooth flat tummy.
For a moment Joanna considered calling to him, but she wasn't sure he'd hear her. She watched a moment longer saw one of his hands slide lazily downward. It rested lightly atop his prick-bulge, and Joanna's heart gave a disturbing flutter. Her own palm began to itch and she wasn't sure why.
Dwayne's hand moved, the fingers stretching out, then clenching around his cock lump. He squeezed his prick, his eyes still closed, his lips moving soundlessly as if he were lip-synching with the music.
Joanna watched, totally fascinated, as her nephew began to flex his cock and balls.
He yawned and stood up, the radio in one hand, his other hand still clutching his cock.
Joanna shrank back, hiding around the edge of the doorframe. God, had he seen her? She was blushing already, terribly ashamed of herself for snooping on Dwayne, but at the same time she found herself hoping that she might suck at least one more peek.
She glanced around the edge of the door.
He had turned away, facing the bedroom window, and he was starting to dance a little, on his feet, moving with the music that filled his ears. He put the radio under his arm and Joanna saw both his hands go to his front. She gulped, knowing what he was up to.
The back of his shorts slipped slightly, baring the upper edge of Dwayne's asscrack. He swayed to the side, just enough for Joanna to see that his prick was flipped over the waistband of his partly lowered shorts. His cock bounced up and down as he stroked it. Even soft, Joanna's nephew had some piece of meat!
She reached inside her robe, touching the quivering mounds of her tits. Through the thinness of the nightgown, Joanna's nipples were pulsatingly erect. Ecstasy shot through her tits, resonating through the rest of her body like the shock waves of an earthquake.
She squeezed forcefully at her tit. Her nipple pushed into her clutching hand, so hard and hot in her trembly palm. She pressed down, squishing the button-like nipple into her spongy-soft tit, feeling it rise up again.
Her robe was hanging open now. Her hands were upon her body, and her eyes were glued to the sight of her handsome, virile young nephew as he stood by the bed, obviously masturbating his cock.
His shorts moved a little lower, baring his tight small ass almost completely now.
Joanna gulped at the sight. She'd always had a weakness for guys with really cute asses.
She lifted her nightgown and let a hand stroke the front of her panties. Her pussy hair seemed to crackle, as if they were full of static electricity. She was sure she could feel sparks. Her thighs ached, as if she'd been riding a bike for hours. As she began to caress her cunt through the panties, her hand was moving up and down in a gentle but insistent rhythm.
A floorboard creaked softly beneath her.
She froze. Dwayne didn't turn. He hadn't heard! Her fingers moved back into action, scratching insistently, aggressively, across the crotchstrip of her panties, arousing the cuntlips within.
She winced a little, pinching at her nipple, but it felt so fucking good! The nipple arched between her fingers, quivering, tingling, sending vibrations back into the rest of Joanna's body. Her armpits were moist with sweat, and there was a wetness inside her panties, too, leaking from the excited slit of her pussy.
As she stroked her pussy, she could feel her clit erecting, and she frigged at it, panting when the feelings got too intense to ignore.
Dwayne, innocent in what he thought was his privacy, turned halfway around, and Joanna gasped, so loud that she was sure he must have heard her despite the radio headphones clamped to his ears. His prick was sticking out, big and long and hard.
Oh, God! she thought. He's no boy! He's no Goddamn boy!
She blinked hard, unwilling to miss anything.
Dwayne was fisting his cock now, stroking it lazily but firmly, his hand moving up and down the shaft from cock-knob to nuts. He had a big cock-knob, and she could see enough of his balls to know that they were huge also. They hung over the lowered top of his shorts, bouncing slightly as his hand worked his prick.
Joanna's own hand was inside her panties now. She couldn't believe that she was actually masturbating herself while she watched her nephew play with his prick. But the heat that simmered from her turned-on cunt bathed her finger in a steamy mist of arousal.
She wetted her finger in her pussy-hole, smeared the warm juice across the budding tip of her clit, pushing it like a button and moaning delicately, fearfully, in response. It felt so good that she wanted to scream, but she didn't dare make a bit more noise than was absolutely necessary. She couldn't allow Dwayne to find out she was spying!
But he was wrapped up in himself now, she could tell. He stood by his mirror, watching himself as he whacked off. His eyes were fixed on the mirrored image. Obviously the sight turned him on, as it did Joanna.
He began to sway more responsively to the music, and even though she couldn't hear it, the rhythm spread to Joanna as well. She pushed a finger into the cunt, shoving it deep, stirring it around and around, feeling the piss-like flow of moisture oozing into the hollow of her clutching hand. Her pussy was tight and wet and hot inside.
I don't do things like this! Joanna told herself in shock, but she couldn't stop! She'd already pulled her nightgown up to bare her tits, and she was leaning forward, her tongue lapping at her nipples as her hand lifted them. Her tongue was like a hot wire scraping her skin.
Her other hand was busy as hell in her pussy, fucking in and out, stopping momentarily to send a little more delicious stimulation to the throbbing tip of her pearl-pink clitoris. She squeezed at her wet cuntlips and moaned again, a growly sound coming from deep in her belly.
Dwayne paused in his whacking-off, at almost the same moment, and Joanna felt as if she were going to shit where she stood.
His hand dropped off his rigid prick and his head turned to one side. At least he wasn't looking toward the door.
Joanna hesitated, her tits heaving and bare, her finger crammed up her wet tight cunt. Dwayne walked lazily toward the window.
The curtain was drawn.
Joanna watched as her nephew peered out the window.
"Damn," he sighed. "Not fucking bad at all."
What was he looking at? His window faced the Parsons' house, next door. Joanna thought a moment. Then, letting her nightgown drop, she tiptoed into the bathroom, which was situated between her bedroom and Dwayne's. She went to the window and peeked out, and her jaw dropped.
Belinda Parsons was undressing in her bedroom. The light was on. The window was open.
The nasty little slut! Joanna thought. Look at her!
Her teenage blonde neighbor had apparently just come in from a date. She was a little more dressed up than usual, and Joanna had to admit that Belinda looked good.
Belinda unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of it. She wore lacy white panties, pale stockings, and a white garter belt underneath.
Hooker underwear, Joanna thought.
Belinda pulled her top upward. Under it, she wore a little camisole. Her full tits made prominent bulges under the lacy garment.
Joanna could even see the bullet-like indentations of Belinda's nipples punching out the front of the camisole. It was undone down the front, and as the girl leaned forward, one of her tits came oozing out. It was a big, ripe-looking, fully-tanned tit, capped with a big pink nipple.
Belinda tossed back her blonde hair and straightened up to her full five-nine, her tit still sticking out. She slid her hand over her tit, then opened the camisole the rest of the way, exposing both tits to the open window.
A moment later, she took off the camisole, tossing it over her shoulder. She turned around, stroking her full, lush hips, then hooking her thumbs in her panties and sliding them downward. She stepped out of them and remained a moment, her back to the window, before she turned.
Joanna gasped at the sight of her teen neighbor.
Belinda had a great body.
The girl stood languidly, if she were unaware of how good she looked. But that was silly. No one could look like Belinda Parsons and not know it.
She walked around the room in her garters, stockings, and high, heels, prancing like a stripper, as if she were fully aware that she was being spied upon from the house next door.
Joanna shivered, imagining what her nephew was doing as he stared at Belinda. She could envision his hard cock pulsing in his hand. Yes, he was jerking it now, she knew, stroking his meat as he watched Belinda. No normal eighteen-year-old boy could look at something like Belinda Parsons and keep his fucking prick under any kind of control!
Joanna had never before really considered how sexually provocative. Thalia Parsons' daughter was. Seeing her now, parading around like that, she realized that Belinda looked like a porno starlet. She was one sexy little number! But she wasn't little at all, not with her height, her big bouncing C-cup tits, her swelling ass, and her long sinuous legs.
Joanna shook her head and turned away. She was starting to have some very uncomfortable thoughts and she didn't want to have them. She tiptoed out of the bathroom and back into the hallway, down to Dwayne's partly open door. She peeked into his room.
Dwayne was hanging onto the windowsill with one hand, and holding his cock in the other. His panting was loud and unmistakable as he stroked his meat, and his eyes were fixed upon the free show from the house next door.
"Goddamn!" he sighed. "Oh, Goddamn! I think I'm gonna like it here in Albany!"
Probably he was speaking louder than he intended, because the headphones were still plugged to his ears. Joanna went back up the hallway, into her own bedroom. She dropped her robe, then she lay down on the bed.
She tossed for a moment, and then she cupped her tingly-nippled tits, leaning down to kin the nipples. Her thighs squeezed together against the yearning bun of her cunt. Her pussy ached so deliciously, and she knew she had to do something for satisfaction.
Well, Dwayne was occupied, and the music in his headphones would probably mask the noise. With a sigh, Joanna opened her nightstand drawer and took out the vibrator.
"Looks like it's me and you again tonight." She pressed the cool plastic against her lips. Her thumb flipped the vibrator on. She lay back, legs open, pussy waiting for the humming battery-driven caress.