622 Spying on my Parents' Sexy Neighbor Pt. 03

bygreytonesandredlights©

Rain drizzled down the glass. A flash lit the clouds above, and in an instant a crooked chain of light cut through the dark skies. The lights of the long stone garage flooded the courtyard with long stitches of light that disappeared into the paving stones. I stared at the silver Audi. I still couldn't decide if I resented Janet or not.

Lisa, my mother, slipped back inside the room. She had removed the ball gag but still had it in her hand along with her phone. She closed the door and locked it.

She took my hand and sat me down on the bed. "Now, why would Janet do this? Tell me everything." She said. She wasn't harsh, but she was serious.

I told her everything, I started at the beginning when they first moved in. I explained how I saw her through the window from the on-suite bathroom. How I bought video cameras to get a closer view of her. I told her about Lou, when Nick would come home, and how I came up with the plan to join in. She sat and listened to the entire story. I even explained why I began training as hard as I did, and why I started the business I did. I felt like I talked for hours, but it was only 15 minutes.

She listened to everything I said and when I finished she took a deep breath.

"Go downstairs and wait for me in the weight room, no one will be using it. Put your mask on. When I get Janet there, I'll do the talking."

I stared at her blankly. "Mom, why aren't you freaking out?"

"Going crazy won't help anything, just use what I wrote it the manual," she said.

"What manual? I only just found out about this as we were pulling in the driveway. I thought I was taking her to a dance club or some sales house party." I said.

"She didn't give you a manual? I was the one who invited her, your father and I have been trying to get her and Nick for years. Suddenly she accepted with this new boyfriend called Lou." She tapped her front teeth with her nail and disappeared in thought. When she came to, she pointed a finger at me. "Get your mask on, I'll explain things later. Do not talk!"

I slid the mask over my head. "She's smart, it was my mistake, I thought she was a Bimbo," I said.

"Sweetie, she's not smart, she's devious." She said, patted me on the cheek and turned me towards the door with a smile.

I slipped out of the room, behind me a door opened. It was pinks room, two women giggled and high heels clicked on the hardwood. My heart skipped and footsteps quickened as I rounded the corner down the stairs.

My stomach turned, I envisioned a bar fight, frantic screaming, yelling, threats and all types of shit hitting the fan. I wanted to throw up, to pass out or break something.

Janet stepped into the room and looked at me. She gave me a smile and said, "Was it fun?"

I wanted to reply, but my mother told me to stay quiet. Lisa close the door and stood next to me. Her response shocked me.

"Did you enjoy it? Tonight I mean." Lisa said.

Janet gave her a smile and shrugged her shoulders. "I won't lie I expected larger, very good though, very skilled, I could see where your son gets his potential. Am I right?"

Lisa gave her a smile. "Doug told me everything, including the things he did, and all the things you two have started."

Janet's face twisted into a frown. "Did he tell you he blackmailed me into sex?"

"Like I said, everything, including how you came to enjoy his company. He will get dealt with. But tonight you two will leave as Janet and Lou. He's going to drop you off, and the deal you two have is done."

"What if I have more plans for Doug? I still enjoy our time together, I've passed on a lot of skills and I'm just now getting rewarded for the training." Janet said. She took a step closer to Lisa and lifted her chin. "Besides, I control everything over him, I kept the letter and the original USB. And now that the divorce is final, it doesn't matter."

Screwed, I thought to myself.

Lisa smiled and lowered her hands in front of her waist. The softer response threw Janet off. Then Lisa said, "I know the divorce is final, but even if Nick got these files, the high-priced lawyer he has can cause you unwanted grief, say a month's allowance. As for our group it's your signature on our contract, you lied and forged my son's signature said his name was Lou. What would your clients think of you if they found out the pudgy 19-year-old virgin tricked you into giving him sex?"

Janet's smile dropped. She looked back at me and Lisa. "What would everyone think of you two? You two fucked each other."

"If we did, that's illegal too, something you coerced us into, through trickery and forgery? It's far better for you if we didn't have sex." Lisa said. Lisa stepped closer this time. "This group of ours has strings in high places, you expose my son and I, you expose them. How well would your business do then? What about your friends, your entourage of young pretty hair dressers who worship you? You want to be the one who's doing the seducing and controlling, not the one who's been outsmarted by a chubby kid with braces. You have pictures of him now, I have pictures of a gaming teen with braces, skinny arms and a belly."

I had to admit, the comment stung more than a little. Was that how she saw me? Either way, I suppose I deserved it.

Janet opened her mouth to say something, then looked at me. Maybe she remembered the kid who stood in the doorway as she held the purse of money. She brought a hand up to her cheek and tried to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. "Like you said before its only sex, it's not like, well." She looked away and her quivering hand covered her mouth and stopped a tear from running down her nose.

Lisa spoke in a soft tone. "You've started a new and larger building, its expensive land in that part of the city, can you afford to lose face and money right now? Considering you gained a lot of pleasure from the deal."

Janet scowled at Lisa, her eyes filled with tears. She wasn't one who took losing well. On short notice my mother landed a sharp sting that took the fight from her.

Lisa clasp her hands in front of her and gave her a smile. "I think we can agree none of us wants any of this to come out. The little thing you two have going on is over, even if you don't want it to be. I can report to Red that you two had fun, but it wasn't for you and we continue on with our lives." She looked at me. "And believe me, Doug will earn his way."

Janet looked different. She sat down on a workout bench, put her knees together and her hands on her lap. She looked up at Lisa and said, "what if I don't want it to end?"

"You mean punishing him?" Lisa said.

"No," she looked down to her feet and wiggled her toes. "To explore more, just to know there're others like me." a tear ran down the side of her nose and landed on the black mat. She shook her head and stood up. "I just wanted to know if it's normal to fall in love with family." She crushed the mask in her hand and stormed pass us out into the hall.

Lisa covered her mouth with one hand. We both stood there and stared at the open door.

She put her hands on her forehead and looked down. "Shit." She turned to me and looked straight at me. "Dammit Doug, she didn't need this or you," She waved her hand over me. "She needed a therapist. Just take her home and let me think we'll talk more when your father flies out in two days."

"We're not going to tell dad, are we?"

"I will." She said.

I looked at her in horror.

"I'll tell him the story about Janet and how she plotted to get you here. I'll say that as we were undressing close to the window, we saw each other's faces, and that's was where we ended it."

I nodded my head, put my mask back on and went out to the car. Before anyone else could see me, I slipped out the back and ran through the rain towards Janet's car.

She was already in it. Her clothes were soaked and hair clung to her scalp. A bit of mascara stained her cheeks and the sides of her eyes. I jumped in the drivers. We drove home in silence. I wanted to say something, but each time I tried my mouth refused to open.

I pulled into the drive and parked in front of the garage door.

"You can still sneak over, your mother wouldn't know." She said, she stared straight ahead.

I shook my head, "I am so sorry, I wish that service van at was never park there. Or I should have just looked like I was stealing your mail. Or just none of this happened to begin with."

We sat together in silence and watched the rain bounce off the hood and windshield of the car.

She looked at me. "I knew what your parents were, I saw the way your father looked at me. I wanted to come, but I could tell Nick didn't want to." She reached over and took me by the back of the head and pulled me into her lips.

Her tongue forced its way through my lips and pressed against my teeth. She pulled away, grabbed the keys and ran for her front door.

Back home, I waited in my room until my parents returned. Before they returned, I threw the clothes I wore that night in the garbage. Four hours later, my parent's car pulled in.

"Doug." My father called out from downstairs.

I was a man, but that didn't stop my knees from trembling as I walk towards the banister and looked down. He looked up at me and motioned for me to come down. When I got down the stairs the two of them stood together.

A grin spread across his face and he said, "I guess we have the same taste in women."

My mother shot him an icy stare and slapped his arm. "Bill!"

"It's true, him and I had sex with the same woman." He said.

My mother and I looked at each other than back to Bill. I said nothing, I just pressed my lips together and raised my eyebrows.

"Right, I don't approve of the method, you took short-term gains for long-term losses." He shook a finger at me, then tapped his forehead. "If you had thought it out better, you could have shown up as Doug." He said.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. I always knew dad was a bit of a lecher. Now it took a whole other level.

"Oh my god Bill," Lisa said.

"He's a grown man, Rachel knows. Eventually he would have found out. At least we could have introduced him better than Janet," Bill said.

"Okay, that's enough I'll deal with this tomorrow. Bill, go sleep it off. Doug, downstairs you're sleeping on the couch."

Bill sighed and said, "Okay, mistakes were made, we've made them in the past too, can you two clean it up with the group?"

Both my mother and I nodded our heads.

He put his hands together and said, "Good, tomorrow after you're done your work you and I will do some volunteer work." He pointed his finger at me.

My father kissed Lisa on the cheek and went upstairs. When he disappeared in the bedroom, my mother brought me to the bookshelf in the office. She pulled out a box labelled 'work' and handed it to me. "Read it, it's all the rules Janet was supposed to give to you."

"Rachel knows?" I said.

Lisa nodded her head and said, "Yes, she's known for a few years." She squeezed me on the shoulder and walked out. She turned back to me at the door, "Hey, Doug, this doesn't change anything between us, okay." She smiled. "I love you."

I don't recall saying 'I love you' to her as a child. The words felt strange and took effort to leave my tongue, but I didn't want to leave her hanging. "I love you too mom."

The following day I did as dad said. After work he took me to a woman's shelter where I anonymously donated all the money I had made from my business. I also donate two full days every weekend for the next year, stocking shelves and helping organize their thrift store.

IT'S A NEW WORLD.

The day after we visited the women shelter, my father flew to Africa for a major deal. My mother woke up early and made the two of us breakfast. She wore a light silver silk robe that came down to her mid-thigh. She didn't wear a bra and had her hair up in a bun, exposing her neck and chest. For me I found it quite distracting, but for her she sat next to me and talked like nothing happened.

"Mom, I'm still having problems with the other night and this outfit isn't helping." I said.

She gave me a smile and said, "Did you read the Manual?"

I said, "Yes."

"Every time you think about that night you shut it down and think three times about when I was your mother. Years ago, your father and I used the sales trick to remind ourselves we loved one another and what we did at the parties was nothing different from a hobby. We found like-minded couples who understood. They were successful business and sales people. Over time, we all built our wealth together. It helped fund Red's dream home five years ago, and it's been our club ever since."

I looked at my plate and then to the opening in her robes and the top of her breasts. "Did you enjoy it, our night? If you did, how are you getting over it?" I said.

She put her fork down on her plate and smiled to herself. "Yes." She reached out and took me by the hand. "I enjoyed it very much, I never thought I would." She let go of my hand and turned her attention back to her plate. "But we move on, it was fun for both of us, but we move on and when we're here, we're mother and son."

I nodded my head. But there was a thought that continued to swirl in my head. "I can't help it. One more thing, the condom. What if you and I, what if you get pregnant?"

She dropped her fork and grabbed my hand in hers. "Oh no. You've been worrying about that? Don't, a long time ago after I had you and had complications, I got tied. We're safe, you don't need to worry about that."

She took a sip from her coffee cup and smiled. "Still, it's a shame you can't come anymore, you're the largest in the group. I'm kind of proud of it." She laughed.

I shook my head and grinned. "Oh my god, mom."

THE WORLD CONTINUES TO TURN.

Months passed and my mother was right. Things settled down, I forced the thoughts from my head and continued on with life. Business, fitness and developing indie games. At least that's what I told myself.

I continued to pound the pavement, but only for fitness and attention from girls. Without the need to impress Janet, I found myself less eager to meet new people. I ran, lifted weights and worked harder at programming my game. As for my internet business that was online and anything new, I just forwarded onto my employee. She loved people. She could chat all day at college, go to outings and still have energy to talk at night. I couldn't understand it.

Janet moved across the city after a month. But I broke my promise to my mother and had sex with her one last time. I felt I owed it to her, and I wanted to know what she meant by her comment. I'm certain now, curiosity will get me before old age or disease.

I told her Lisa and I sat by the tablet and saw one another's faces from a light outside. But we undressed one another before seeing each other's faces. She seemed to buy it and in return she told me she seduced her brother when she was my age. Their father caught them one afternoon. Since then, the family shunned them. Her brother, who she loved, blamed her and hasn't spoken to her in twenty years.

Three days later, a moving van arrived, and a realtor put a sign out front.

Turns out Janet's not the only devious one. My mother still visits her, like a cat toying with a mouse. She said she wants to play nice and continues to funnel high value business towards her.

Behind the scenes, my mother's been taking steps to ensure Janet continues to pay financially. Through her gossip connections, she learnt Janet's paying two mortgages and a business loan.

Mom pays the realtor each month to keep the sign in an obscure area, shaded by trees. As well as limiting its exposure on the market and with other realtors. According to rumors, her expansion had some unexpected delays and added costs. Coincidently, it's the same contractor my mother used on a major project down town.

In a way she's playing a game of chicken with her, only she's using one another's reputation. Strange thing is, she seems to enjoy it. Even stranger thing is, it's not doing anything to turn me off thinking about our night together.

I've read the manual multiple times. The rules were complicated, but I could see why they were in place. The group treated party night as a hobby. There was a list about etiquette, games and their rules, plus rules and recommendations about how to act outside of the mansion. Even a help group was available if couples became jealous or had other complications. My mother was head of that group.

I expected harsher punishment from my parents, but I felt like they let me off the hook. I had to move into the basement, even though Janet moved. It was like my own suite. I paid rent in an expensive area. Because they let the cleaning lady go, I had to start taking care of my own clothes, food and mess. The free ride had ended, but they were still willing to support me.

But that didn't stop my mother from helping me with some of my laundry or inviting me up to eat. Funny thing was, she hadn't worked a dishwasher for so long she had to relearn. Being at home more often, she asked me to sleep in my old room, which still had a bed. I think it was because she felt lonely in the house or because she was trying to reconnect as a mother.

ONCE A LINE IS CROSSED, IT'S HARD TO COME BACK.

My mother flew out for a week across country to handle a big deal. When she returned father joined us. We had dinner and drinks.

Bill patted Lisa on the knee and took a sip of wine. His eyes were dark, and he had little conversation in him.

Still, the two couldn't keep their hands off one another, since they had returned at the same time. It was the first time in two months they were in the same city.

Before dad made any awkward jokes, I figured I better leave. When he drank two things happened, he became the funny man and his pervy side shone much brighter.

"I'm going to head down, get some work done. Good night." I gave my dad a smile and my mother a quick peck on the cheek.

"Good night," She said.

"That's new?" Bill Said.

"We've been getting closer." Lisa said.

I looked over my shoulder to see her give me a smile. I undressed downstairs and took a shower. The past week I had broken through a programming problem on my AI. Free of thought, my mind wandered.

The warm water ran down my body and felt like a wave of relaxation. It wasn't a hard day, no stress or hard workout, just a simple day. My mind drifted back to the night with "Purple." I thought of what I would do differently, what I would say, or what I would touch.

I wanted to see and feel her body, not just imagine it. My cock grew hard, and I gave in after months. She had been working hard, lifting weights, riding the bike and even bought a Stairmaster. Before we had a treadmill, bike and a few weights, now it looked like a complete gym.

The clothes she wore around home didn't help. Her legs showed the round shapes of muscle, curves and angles. Her waist line frequently caught my attention, now that she wore smaller shirts which revealed her tighter figure.

I shook my thoughts and turned the shower off. Dried and went upstairs. I had forgotten they were home, routine set in and I went up for a drink of water wearing only my towel. I found myself wishing Fay, our cleaning lady still worked for us. She was another mature woman I wished I could show my new body off too. Maybe even get more than a glance. Perhaps that's why they let her go.

They didn't close the door to their room all the way. The faintest sound came from it, a sweet sound of lust. One I hadn't heard for months. I felt my cock turn hard in an instant, as if I were one of Pavlov's dogs.

I may not have been a virgin anymore, but I had gotten a taste of sex. Then suddenly it had been taken away. At first it didn't seem like much, I even enjoyed the break. But now I thought of it every free minute.

Slowly, I crept up the stairs until I could see the crack in their door and hear Lisa's voice.

My father stood on the side of the bed while mom, face down, held on to the bedsheets. She slammed her up turned ass into his waiting cock. With one hand on her rump and the other on his hip, he moaned and pushed forward. His head turned upward and he closed his eyes.

Lisa gyrated her pelvis and fucked herself on his cock. She moaned into the bed until his satisfied cock slipped from her. Her toned body glistened, a testament to her dedication to the new training. When she found herself empty she sat up, looked back to Bill and sighed.

"I'm sorry, the hotel, the three-day plane ride. I thought I could have lasted longer." He said.

I ducked my head down below the stairs and crawled on my belly backwards down to the main floor.

"It's okay. Pay me back in two weeks when you're back from your Africa route, or tonight, if you find the strength."

I tiptoed back to my room where I tried to put the thoughts out of my head. But that night, after hours of tossing and turning, I kept imagining what I had just witnessed. Frustrated, I masturbated in the dark. My imagination and memory were enough to get me off in an embarrassingly short period.

THE START OF MOVIE NIGHTS.

After two weeks, Bill was set to return home from his Africa route. Mom more than usual was eager for his return home. She even turned down a job on the west coast to stay at home. I also knew they planned on going to their party.

I walked past the door to their bedroom and saw my mother holding up a new purple dress. She used to hide all the little things, but now she had a sheer purple baby doll laid out and the new dress in plain view.

She wore her favorite short bathrobe made of grey satin. Like everything else, it did little to cover her curves. The satin clung to the top of her glutes and formed a V shape atop two oval mounds of muscle. The muscles from her thigh and hips disappeared beneath the front of the robe. Normally I would have carried on to my room without a second thought. But now, after that night and the manual, I couldn't help but notice. A switch previously turned off was now on, and I couldn't seem to do much about it.

I leaned against the doorjamb. "I think it'll look good on you." I said.

She looked back at me, put the dress on the bed and held the baby doll over top of her body with a purple lace thong in her hand. "Do you think so?" she gave me a wink.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "I mean the dress, but now that you mention it, I'm almost jealous of the lucky guy tomorrow night."

"Jealousy is covered in the manual too." She said. "But if you like, I can wear this around the house."

I rolled my eyes and stepped back out of the room. "Because that will help, I wouldn't be able to stand anywhere when your home." I felt my face glow red.

The phone rang. She gave me a grin and slapped me in the gut as she went past me. I waited until she went down the stairs and stared at the crumpled up baby doll on the bed.

"Hello." She said.

After a minute of listening, she spoke into the phone. "Will you be safe there?"

I turned around and leaned over the banister to look down at her. From where I stood, I could look down her blouse and see the cream colored bra she wore. She picked up the TV remote and flipped through the channels.

"I'm trying to find something on the news right now." She said.

"No, no, don't apologize for that, we'll go next month. Just as long as you're safe where you're at?" She said.

"I said it's okay, I'll call Julie and tell her we can't make this month. I'm sure they already know too." She paused and listened to the phone. "Okay, be safe, keep us updated and we love you to." She said. She put the phone back on the receiver and looked up at me.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"There's some political unrest in the country your father said. So the mining company will get him and his sales team out of the area when it's safe. He said where they are is fine, but he won't be able to make his flight." She said.

She came up the stairs and entered her bedroom. She held up the baby doll and sighed. "I was looking forward to wearing it. Oh well he'll be home in a few days, he said."

The phone rang again and Lisa ran down the stairs to catch it. After a few seconds, she took it into the office.

"That's another month." She ran her hand through her hair.

She stood quietly and stared at the calendar. "That's the same time... Lou, bring Lou? Are you forgetting Lou is Doug?" Lisa said.

I ducked out of sight from my mother's view and continued to listen.

"Well, yes I know these groups can fall apart, but my manual will keep things in line and running smooth, wait give me a second." Lisa said. She closed the office door with a soft click.

I waited on top of the banister and after a few minutes grew impatient. I looked at the baby doll on the floor, walked over and placed it on the bed.

I heard the door open and walked out of the room to meet her at the banister. She didn't have a smile on her face and walked up the stairs at a slow pace.

"Is everything okay?" I said.

She walked past me and sat on the bed. "Yes, but your father won't be home for next month's party or at all now. I guess there's some big thing in Eastern Europe, now. So the company is sending them there once their safe. After that they go straight into the Asian route." She smiled at me. "He even suggested you go as Lou tomorrow night, just so I could attend my party. HA, oh my god if he knew what really happened, he wouldn't have suggested bringing you as Lou."

"Why can't we? Does any of them know me as your son?" I said.

Lisa gave me an intent look. "No one saw your face except for me, but there's a picture." She pulled out her phone and tapped on the bookmark. "Since I was a sponsor, I wasn't allowed to judge."

I leaned over and watched her flipped through a few pages until she came to a picture of Janet. The next profile over was a picture of Lou, or as I like to call him, Doug. I'm not even sure where she found a picture of me until I recognize the background. Earlier she insisted we make a sex tape, she must have gotten it from there. On a side note even without our faces the videos been getting a lot of views and likes, mostly about her, but at least I'm in it.

Lisa bit her lip and she lowered her phone. "As much as I would like to, I don't want to go back on our word, we shouldn't even be talking about this."

'Close,' I thought. My wondering eyes caught her cleavage through the neckline of her robe. I averted my eyes and looked at the bed. "You're off work tomorrow, how about a PJ's and movie night? Just you, me and a movie of your pick."

She gave me a smile and looked on the bed. "PJ's or do you mean lingerie?"

I cocked an eyebrow. "Well, I meant PJ's, but when you want something, any excuse will do." I said.

She grinned at me and said, "I'll get cleaned up if you go get ready we'll have a relax night."

She half closed the door behind her. Through the crack, I watched her slip out of her robe. She wore a simple bra and panties. The months of effort had paid off for her. Not that she had been fat before. But now her waist line flowed down her ribs, over her waist and around her hips in a smooth curved line. Her stomach didn't have the fitness model abs, but a sexy little indent started at the bottom of her naval and disappeared below her panties.

It was her legs and butt that stood out. Her taller than average height gave her long legs, but unlike thin pencils, they had curves of their own. Not muscle bound and bulky, but several sleek curves from her full round bum down to her slender ankles. Over the past few months I got used to seeing her body in tighter clothes, but this was the first time seeing her body in whole.

She complained about the young women starting at her company. But I wondered how much competition they really gave her. She had a sharp jaw and chin. While her eyes appeared stern, I could admit now they were sexy.

I changed downstairs and grabbed a quick shower. When I returned I dim the lights and got the movie channel ready. She came down the stairs in the same light silver night robe. In a way that I was disappointed not to see the baby doll.

She grabbed a blanket from behind the couch and sat down next to me.

"Lights off, air temperature two." She said.

The lights shut off and the air conditioner turned on. I had pulled up the drama list, but she took the remote from me and picked a movie much gorier than I'd expected. I didn't normally see her watch horror movies. But the one she picked was about a demon who stalked a family and showed up in homemade videos. It was an older film I watched years ago, and I remember it terrified me. Especially when mom and dad would leave me alone.

Half way through, she curled up next to me for warmth. To my surprise, she didn't fair well on horror movies. She yelped four times and dug her nails into my arm twice. Each jump or flash of light, I could see the robe loosen. Beneath, a purple baby doll struggle to contain her body.

But by the time the credits rolled, she had grown quiet and her head rested on my shoulder. 'Who the hell falls asleep during a horror movie?' I thought to myself.

The blanket had slipped to her thighs and robe had opened. The tops of her breasts pressed together, covered by two thin triangles of purple lace. I shifted my weight so I could reach across her and pull the blanket up. The credits ended and the TV light grew bright white. Before I could pull the blanket up I saw the fabric around her nipples strained and distorted.

My heart skipped and I felt as if I jumped into a pool of cold water. The silky skin I could only imagine in the dark was there, inches from my hand. Without moving the rest of my body, I put my thumb over the tip. It was hard to the touch and when I moved it, she gave a faint moan in her sleep.

My heart pounded and the more I played, the more she stirred. I wanted to see more, I wanted to relive that night. The thrill, the excitement, the wrongness of it all.

"Fuck me," I whispered close to her ear. I circled her nipple until it grew hard and fully erect.

She moaned and her top leg moved against the other. I had to be subtle and not rush it. One needed to treat it like fishing. I ran my fingers over her strap, pulled up and slid it from her shoulder. The satin triangle dragged over her skin, bunched around her nipple and caught on the inside hem.

I prepared to jerk my hand free and whispered, "Mom." I waited and watched. She shifted her head, but eyes remained closed.

Slowly, I moved my hand away and down towards the blanket. I wanted to undo my pants and give relief to the kink in my penis, but didn't dare. Every throb of my heart sent a 'Thruss' sound through my ears. My fingertips touched the edge of her thong and found a damp spot between the layers of flesh. I debated slipping my finger inside and massage her more.

Try as I did, her legs were together and my fingers as much as I wanted couldn't reach any farther. I tried to shift her shoulder to her back. Her knee raised up, and she purred in her throat. I jerked my hand free and rested on my knee.

She lifted her head and looked around, dazed on where she was. She gave me a smile and adjusted her hair, then robe. She frowned, looked around a second time, then touched and patted my t-shirt.

"You fell asleep." I said.

"Mmmm, I was dreaming," She said. Her hand slid down my chest. She paused and cleared her throat.

If I stood now she'd get a full display of my intentions. I was trying to think of other things, such as games, the movie, a WWII machine gun movie scene, anything and everything but women or sex, but too late. Her hand flopped down and caught the tip of my penis through my PJ bottoms.

I jumped against the edge of the sofa. "I'm sorry, it just I came too, you felt warm, my mind drifted back to Janet, you have a similar body now." I swore in my head 'For fuck sakes, 'you have a similar body' you fucking idiot she's going to bolt screaming upstairs.'

She smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder. Her hand slid over the underside of my cock and felt me through the fabric.

"Hmmmm," she smiled. She squeezed me three times and stood up. "I think we better get you a girlfriend. But for now we better go to bed." She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Before she stood, in a brief second I saw her naked protruding nipple beneath her lingerie. She stood up adjusted her robe and walked upstairs.

I wanted to follow, in fact when she looked back I almost did, but fear took hold and planted me firm in place until she disappeared in her room. That night, I didn't sleep and oddly to my pleasure in the morning I discovered neither did she.

DAYS WEAR ON LIKE A DESERT DEATH MARCH.

My father kept updating us of his stay. Despite what was being broadcasted on news he had a different view. One of smiling faces, corporate drinking and a beachside resort. The weeks passed and even with small war going on, it felt like he had the best of us three. I noticed one woman in particular who seemed to be the life of the party. Early thirties, blonde, white, and energetic. Any video or picture she was in mom flipped over. My mother said she was the web page and social media person.

I became infatuated with her eyes, the smile she had and the fact that she was a fellow techie. A computer geek, maybe even a nerd. I might have to join them on Christmas parties. It was something soon coming up.

As for mom, she worked in the office, fought traffic to and from work, something she wasn't used to. When she was home she rewrote her manual, edited it and broke it down into easier to read sections. I learnt it wasn't the parties she enjoyed. What kept her going was seeing how the community grew. It was like how one tends to a bonsai tree they had raised from a small sapling.

The night my father took off and flew from Africa to the Asian continent, my mother stopped worrying. But an underlying problem revealed itself. She complained about the younger women at work. She admitted she gave up the road job to the younger woman. But the way she talked, I think she hoped the new girl would lose it and the company would ask mom to save the day. So far it hadn't happened that way.

She printed over a dozen copies one night and dropped them off to Red one night. After that, I didn't see her open the manual again.

It was the night of the party, every third Friday of the month. I had a call from Brandi, an urgent issue with taking payments, settled by a quick fix on her computer. The money she paid each month didn't warrant the troubles. I returned home and found my mother sitting in front of the TV with half a bottle of wine. Her hair was damp and tied back, she wore an old towel robe that covered her legs past her knees.

I kissed her on the cheek and looked at her glass. I thought back to Janet and remembered how I saw her drinking more before she moved out.

I was about to go downstairs when I looked over my shoulder and saw her face. She gave me a quick glance than a fake smile and took a sip of her wine.

"Is it okay if I use the upstairs shower?" I said.

"Yes, of course. I know it's better than the one downstairs," She took a sip of her wine and sat up. "Maybe we can watch a movie tonight, when you're done?" She said.

We watched a lot of movies over the past few weeks. I learnt it was one of her three opposite topics used to divert her thoughts. I paused and bit my lower lip.

"I am sorry mom, I have too much work to do downstairs, I have a client I have to take care of, and she's having some problems with a program she developed."

She nodded her head. "That's okay, tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow night will work." I said.

I went upstairs and took a thorough shower. Instead of leaving out the front door, I checked to see if she was in the master bedroom. Without drying, I tied a towel around my waist. My heart pounded, my stomach swirled, and I felt as if I was preparing to rob a bank.

The sound of an eerie horror movie drifted up the stairs. Gently, I opened her drawer to the lingerie and flipped through them until I found the purple lace thong. My heart skipped and my penis grew with anticipation. I grabbed the baby doll from the closet and left her room.

She didn't look up at me as I came down, but just in case I kept it behind my back. I held my old clothes in front to hide my erection. Before I went to my room, I walked up behind her and leaned in for a goodnight kiss. She looked up at me and smirked at my wet body and hair.

"Did you forget to dry?" she laughed.

"No, I'm just in a hurry, I care a lot about this client and wanted to make sure she was taken care of, but I have to do the work downstairs." I said.

She gave me a smile and rubbed the back of my neck before she turned her attention back to the TV.

My heart pounded in my ears, and my stomach flipped. One half said go for it, well maybe a quarter, the other said 'What the fuck, are you crazy? She won't go for this.'

Before I could think of it anymore, I threw caution to the wind and walked towards the basement door. It wasn't as if we hadn't had sex before. The manual said to treat it as a hobby, not love, a natural thing two people did with instinct. I justified it with three thoughts, that she wanted it, I wanted it, and it was a path previously traveled by each of us.

A lounge chair sat between the couch and the basement. When I passed by I placed the baby doll and thong on the backrest and continued towards the basement stairs. Before I lost view of her between the rails I glance back. She held her wineglass close to her mouth, and she stared at the chair.

I didn't hang around and went downstairs, turned the lights down and sat on the side of my bed. I didn't know how she would take it. I read the manual two more times and I think I learned more about my mother in the manual than I did her raising me and Rachel.

My hands trembled, my knees trembled, and I had butterflies in my stomach. After ten minutes passed, I turned my computer on and bury myself in a video about game design.

Hours passed, I felt sick inside, embarrassed for my actions. I didn't know if I should go up or begin house hunting like Janet had too. I threw a pair of boxer briefs on and crawled into bed at eleven, with hopes sleep would cause the problems to go away. It didn't, I tossed and turned, half frozen because the A/C kept blasting through the night.

Twenty-five minutes after twelve, the stairs creaked outside my door. I sat up on my elbow and looked into the faint light. The door opened and we could see one another.

She wore the purple baby doll and thong. It had black lace to accent it and showed off her figure. A figure I only caught glimpses of was now on full display for me. I could take in her narrow waist, wide hips, and full bosom.

She left the door open behind her to let the light to come in. I took it all in while holding my breath. The way her hips swayed and the silhouette of her body through the thin baby dolls. With grace, not vulgar, she walked across my floor and stood next to the bed.

"A client?" she said.

"A very important one." I said.

She gave me a smile, leaned down and kissed me on the collarbone. I lifted her chin up and looked into her eyes.

She half smiled and shook her hands. "I'm trembling." She said.

"You said to treat this like a hobby in the manual, and that night." I said.

"This isn't in the manual." She said.

"We just treat it like another hobby, like the first night. Nothing changed, we're just having fun and filling needs," I said. I took her by the waist and pulled her down into the bed.

She slid in on top of me and pulled her legs under the sheets. "First rule, If you need to call out, use my name Lisa and I'll call you by your full name of Douglas. Outside of this were Doug and mom."

She reached up wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer for a kiss. Her tongue felt warm and wet against my lips, after a second of reluctance I open my lips and touched the tip of her tongue with mine.

She pulled away from me and said, "I've been lying, the manual, work, the horror movies, those aren't to distract me from missing the parties."

Looking back, there are days where I question how smart I really am. "What do you mean?" I said.

She put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me into her. Her tongue lashed out and forced itself between my lips. Passionate and frantic, the untamed waters of lust flooded over the dam.

"Fuck me," she said. Her mouth returned to mine and our tongues explored each other again.

She pulled away from me and said, "Douglas, this time focus on the rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. Pay attention to what my body's telling you."

She put her thumb under a strap of her baby doll and said. "I know you like tearing things off but take it easy on this one, I'd like to wear it more than once. One last thing, no tongue this time."

She wanted me to use my head to think about it. All my life both of my parents tested me and my sister. I wasn't sure if this was another one of those tests, like normal I didn't want to fail, I wanted to do my best.

I sat up onto my knees and pulled her up with me from behind. With one hand, I flipped her hair over her right shoulder and admired the view. The baby doll had an open back, giving me full view of her beauty. The flesh from her neck flowed down into her shoulders. I traced the seductive line of her shoulder blades down her spine to where the thong started. Seeing the side of her breast protruding out from behind the fabric caused my cock to twitch.

As I took the sight in she used her thumbs to pull the straps of her thong high on her hips so it formed a V. She turned her head and looked back at me over her shoulder.

"Amazing, everything about you is amazing." I said.

She reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. Her gaze lowered down to where my boxers had a bulge. My erect penis ached from its constraints. But I didn't want to rush this as before.

I wrapped my hands around her waist and slid them up her sides. Her exposed skin felt cool to the touch. Using the tips of my fingers I slipped under the straps and continued over her neck and down her shoulders. Gently I let the strap slip from my fingers, down her arm to where the cups of her lingerie clung to her breast and nipples.

I didn't force it off, Instead I pressed my thumbs into the muscles of her spine and glided down to the dimples of her bum. She tried to shrug off the baby doll, but before she could I caught her by the arms and pulled her back into my chest.

The lacy material clung to one nipple, the other stood free and exposed. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. Before she freed herself I looked down over her shoulder and blew at the covered nipple. It didn't do as I hoped, but it caused her to shiver and moan. When she did the last of the fabric slipped free and rested on her thighs.

I slid my hands up over her warm breasts and held her tight against me. She tilted her head to expose her open neck, and I pressed my face against her skin. Careful not to make a sound, I opened my lips and exhaled warm air on her cool skin. She reached up and scratched the back of my neck with a gentle touch. I knew she could feel me pressing into her because she twisted her hips against me.

I leaned back and snatched a pillow from my head board. She turned her head but before she could see I slid the satin pillow over her chest. One sweep of the cool fabric brought her nipples to a stand. Her eyes closed, her back arched, and she ground her shoulders into my chest. The more I did it, the more she writhed against me.

She turned to look at me and smiled. "You're turning out to be a natural."

I didn't want to lose the rhythm she spoke of, but she caught me staring into her green eyes. It was something I didn't get to admire our first night. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek and raised a hand to the back of my neck.

Her breasts were full and large and complemented her waist and hips in a perfect hourglass shape. Without being able to lick anything, I turned her around by the waist and pulled her close to me. She wrapped her arms around my back and held on to my shoulders.

I understood what she meant by rhythm. The moment our hands stopped, the sensation I felt stopped. Without pause, I slid my hands up and down her back, around her waist and the sides of her ribs. I caressed the edges of her thong and lowered them, half an inch with each pass. She swiveled and twisted her body to help remove them. Once free of her hips, they slid to her knees.

My focus returned to her waist and chest. I cupped her mounds of flesh in each hand and worked her nipples in the palms of my hands. The little balls of hard flesh grew until they felt like little rocks.

She slid her hands down my waist and into my underwear. Last time she enjoyed the feeling of my body. I pulled away from her touch and slid my thumbs under the waistband. While I slid my underwear down I flexed my shoulders and chest. True to my suspicions, she stopped and traced the outline of my shoulders and chest.

My cock sprung free and for a moment she took her gaze from my chest. Her hands traced my stomach and took hold of my cock with both hands. Her soft hands played and massaged the shaft. Reaching low a warm soft hand cupped my scrotum and I felt my body curl forward.

She smiled, reached up around my head with both hands and pulled me down to her parted lips. Her warm soft tongue darted inside of my mouth. My erection stabbed into her hip and made my hard cock ache with desire. I pulled a tight against me and pushed my tongue inside of her. She dug her nails into the back of my head and shoulder trying to pull harder against her.

She broke free and before I could say anything, lowered herself to all fours and swallowed my cock. Before I could say anything in protest, my thighs grew weak and my stomach flinched from the sudden pleasure. I braced myself on her back to not fall onto the bed. Caught in ecstasy, I remembered her comment of not tearing her new lingerie. I slid the crumpled up doll over her ass, down to her knees. It was half an excuse to lean forward and rest on the back of her hips.

She didn't back off, with the pressure she swallowed me deeper. With it more pleasure, her warm wet tongue felt like silk. Unlike a vagina, she changed and manipulated the pressure. I could help myself and let out a moan.

That was her queue, she sat up and forced her tongue back into my mouth before I could resist. I wanted to push her away, but she was so passionate I opened my mouth and let her have her way. I lifted her up by the ass and pulled a leg around my waist. Kneeling on the bed, my back muscles strained to hold her up.

She grew frantic as her hands ran over my hard shoulders and back muscles. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. The tip traced the sides of my lip up to my upper lip which she sucked hard on.

When she broke from the kiss to catch her breath, I fell forward and flopped her down on her back. Pushed myself up from her and adjusted my weight. With the brief break, she put her hand on my chest and squeezed it.

"What happened to no tongue?" I said.

She took my hand and brought it down between her legs. "Stop wasting time and fuck me."

"You told me before women want a gentleman?"

"We're past that stage, now I want that animal that fucked me like a bull." She said.

Lust burned in her eyes and I felt her hand wrap around my wet cock and pull it towards her. She rubbed the tip of my head between her wet folds of skin and let a moan out from her throat. She rolled it around in a circle like she was stirring a bowl. Skilled in pleasure she rubbed her thighs against mine, tempting my hips to flex forward.

Pushed beyond my limits of patients, the circle grew tighter and I felt the head of my penis slide into her. My stomach tightened and my body demanded pleasure. I thrust forward and moaned as her walls tightened. Any lingering thoughts of the immoral act we were doing vanished.

This time we were both wet, and I found myself much deeper. But I was as deep as I could go. We moved with each other, trying to nurse more depth. Before I hurt her, I pulled out of her and thrust myself back inside. I didn't need to be guided in anymore, my aim had grown much better. The second time I slid further in, the surprise caused her mouth to open in a gasp.

She wrapped her arms around my body and I exited her again. She moaned the third time I re-entered her and squeezed the back of my arm. I lowered myself to my elbows and flexed my hips forward with small movements until I reached my full depth. I rotated my hips, trying to get as much of my shaft lubricated with her juices. The tiny movements caused her inside to spasm around me.

We moved against each other, enjoying the sensation of our bare skin against one another. I set her up with a relaxing sequence, a simple in and out. She purred under me and caressed my back along the spine. When she closed her eyes and turned her head like she was having a massaged, I pushed away from her, raised myself up and dove hard into her.

She squealed and gave me a look of surprise. Her mouth and eyes were open wide. She wanted the animal, so I gave it to her. Each time I drove my hips into hers, her whole body shook, her breasts bounced up and her sandy hair flopped over her face. A sight I had been denied before. But without that denial and the pursuing curiosity, our second encounter never would have happened.

"Harder," she demanded.

I reached under the small of her back and pulled her up higher on the bed to get a better position. I held on to her hip and got more depth with each thrust. Her mouth hung open, and she grew quiet. The only sound she made was the air being forced from her lungs in huffs. She arched her back and stiffened her knees, the toes on her feet pointed straight down and she tried to hold my hips deep inside of her with her arms and heels.

I gave her a break and sunk myself deep inside of her and paused. Her green eyes stared up at the ceiling just to the left of my head. She started to breathe again and looked at me and smiled. Until she recovered, I moved my hips gently with her panting body.

"Did you get an orgasm?" I asked. It was something I never did with Janet, I didn't want to sound stupid for asking.

Lisa nodded her head and smiled. "Yes, a very good one." She said between breaths. She tried to fix her hair, but I could see her hand still trembled.

With one hand, I reached up and pulled it back from her eyes. I decided she had enough of a break and sat up on to my knees. I brought both of her legs up and embraced them against my chest. With one hand I caressed her knees and feet the other hand I held up on her upper thigh for leverage when I would start fucking her again.

She lifted her chin up and put her hands on my thighs. I leaned forward, sunk myself deep and fought for every inch I could. She opened her eyes and mouth and tried to push against me like a blocker. I began to piston in and out of her, using her hand as a stop block. I entered low and rolled my hips up so on exit my cock pushed hard on her clit.

"Stop, stop, wait." She said and pushed against my chest.

I eased myself down and gave her a break.

"Douglas, don't use your full length, it's not your length it's how round you are that makes it feel amazing. You're stretching me more than others. But it hurts when you go too deep. The rhythm, remember the rhythm." She laid back down and raised her arms up over her head.

I let her legs slide down around me and wrapped her head in my arms. With a gentle thrust, I ground my hips into her several times. Her tightness had vanished and her soaking hole dripped with juices.

"Okay, I want on top." She said.

I rolled her on top of me and centered us in the bed. She sat up on top of me and gyrated her hips. I looked down to watch how her stomach and hips moved. The muscles in her thighs strained to keep her stable. With great effort, she did not lower herself down my full length. She pressed her hands hard into her neck and down between her breasts.

I sat back and enjoyed the show. Her hair flipped from side to side and her breasts bounced and rolled. I used the pillow once more and pressed it against her bouncing breasts just to the edge where her nipples ran against the fabric. She let out a moan and put her hands on my chest.

She grew more frantic, she stopped moving in a circle and started grinding forward and backwards as fast as she could. I threw the pillow to the side, reached up and took her by the shoulder and the hip to help her. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her body glistened from her exertion.

Her thighs grew weak and gave out as she thrust forward. Unable to hold herself up she slipped deeper and her ass came to a rest on my thighs.

Her eyes and mouth opened wide. One hand dug her nails into my arm and the other jolted up her neck and clawed at her shoulder. After two seconds she cried out, "Oh fuck!"

Maybe the sinister side came out in me, the side that blackmailed Janet and held her to the deal. Instead of letting her rest. I took her by the hips, thrust forward and forced her to continue sliding up and down my pelvis.

I couldn't last long with the sight and the sensation, but I would not need to. She too also couldn't last. Tonight wouldn't be a night of endurance.

Her head jerked back, she squeezed on to my hands and I saw the muscles in her body tighten. We moaned and grunted each time I pulled her hips forward. Then she gripped me tight, her legs stiffened, and I thought she would bend over backwards. I tried to move her, but her muscles were so tight I couldn't budge her from her spot. Then she relaxed and fell forward on to my chest, her arms pushed her chest together. A sight I don't think I would grow tired of.

She half let out a squeal that sounds like a cry and laugh. Like a person who had been tickled too long.

I rolled her off me and slid back inside of her limp body.

She pulled me close to her mouth and whispered into my ear. "cum, cum inside me, faster, faster."

Her hands hung on my back and her legs quivered at my sides. My hip muscles thrust forward and my back curled inward. Locked in an arch and my arms burning, I pressed my forehead into hers to release some weight. I didn't moan or gasp, but my mouth hung open in a silent scream. I wanted to move to keep it going, then I felt a moan escape out from my lungs and my torso became free.

Spent, my hips bucked forward four times and the wave of pleasure subsided.

When I came to, she hugged and kissed me. We smiled and laughed together.

"Better?" she said.

"Much better, you were amazing." I said.

"See, rhythm. If you're too fast for her, or too slow or too rough you'll pull her out of the mindset. It's like a dance, if you go too fast you leave her behind, if you go to slow, she'll get annoyed. And when we're annoyed, we don't get ours. Oh, and one last thing it tends to change on what time of the month it is." She kissed me on both cheeks and then on the lips and smiled.

She took a few deep breaths through her nose and rolled me off of her. She curled up beside me and put her hand and leg over top of me.

"Maybe new is good." She said.

I adjusted my height on the pillow and looked at her.

"Some other members want a change in the rules and games. Start doing orgies and introduce more members, become more open. Red even said she wanted two guys." She laughed and bit her tongue. Her fingers traced the edge of my pec down to the nipple as she stared at the other side of the room.

"A swinger party that doesn't do orgies, I thought that would be something normal?" I said.

"I was always afraid it would break the group, so we just did couples, pink's the only exception." She said. She sat up, rested her head on her shoulder and sighed. "I feel like I only have sex once or twice a month with how often your father and I are gone, but he has." She cleared her throat and smiled.

I gave her a questioning look and waited for her to continue.

She smiled at me and said. "We were all excited about filling the new Mr. and Mrs. Black. It's why you got fast tracked into the group, eight years with the same people and everyone wanted something new." She let out a loud laugh. "I thought I was so lucky Janet took my offer, wow were you two in high demand. It pissed Julie off that she lost the new stud and cinched my gag tight."

She laughed again, fell on her back and covered her mouth. "Then the stud everyone was fighting over was my son."

The smile faded and her hands traveled down between her breasts and over her stomach. "Mmmm, maybe new is good." She reached over and touched my half hard penis.

"Maybe we can get you back as Lou, we just need to find you a partner."

I felt the blood return. Slower the second time, but still after her hands worked their magic, I was back to full size. She rolled up on top of me and guided herself in, closed her eyes and rolled her hips into mine. I came a second time, less powerful and much less effort. She too had a weak orgasm. It was as if we had sex to be close to one another longer than to satisfy our desires.

Exhausted we fell asleep, I woke up and felt her slide to the side of the bed. I watched her back muscles move and admired the shape of her waist and hips to she sat on the side of the bed. I wanted her to stay, but I knew we shouldn't go down that road. The same as she knew, it wouldn't be just a hobby.

She picked up her lingerie and at smiled me. She leaned down, kissed me on the cheek.

"Your client is very thankful for your help." She said and gave me a smile.

I propped myself up on one shoulder and watched her leave. When she reached the door I said, "You have an amazing little bubble butt."

She turned around and gave me a smile, "See, rhythm. But compliments don't hurt either."

I leaned back on the bed and said to her as she closed the door. "Are we writing a new manual?"

"First thing in the morning, that'll be page one." She said and closed the door.

I laid back and listen to the footsteps on the stairs ascend.

In the morning I woke up to the sound of breakfast being made. My mother wore her usual pencil skirt and white blouse. She kissed me on the cheek and greeted me good morning. We had a pleasant little breakfast that morning and a brief talk about the future of my business. True to her word, the previous night was never brought up.

"Oh, Aunt Beth is coming next week to show their new baby off. Would you be able to set up one of the rooms upstairs for her to sleep in? Please." She said.

I nodded my head and walked her to the door. She stopped in the doorway and said, "Your father's gone a few more days. Do you want to watch a comedy or drama tonight with me? Have a change of movie types."

I smiled and nodded my head, "I'd love to mom." I leaned into give her a quick kiss on the cheek. As I drew close, she moved her head to the side and kissed me on the lips, her tongue slipped past my unsuspecting lips and touched the tip of mine. She winked and close the door.