She realized that she was standing in plain sight between the two houses, clad only in her underwear, but she quickly forgot it when she looked into the window. She gasped. Chuck Morrison sat on his bed, his pants open, and he had his cock in his hand. A soft moan escaped her lips as she watched the boy's prick grow. Automatically her hand slid down inside her panties.

Chuck had leaned back on his bed, his hand moving slowly up and down on his hard cock, when the door to his room flew open. Virginia pulled back, but not so much that she couldn't see. Chuck's mother, Clara, stood in the door; she wore only a pair of sheer panties, her black beaver plainly showing through. Her tits were large and hung down.

The window was open, and Virginia heard Clara say, "Now stop that, Charles. You know it isn't good for you."

"Aw, Mom," Chuck answered.

"If it had been your father who had walked in here instead of me, you'd get a tanning, and you know it."

She stared directly at the window and Virginia froze.

"Don't you have enough sense to close your drapes, especially if you're going to play with yourself'? Now get up and close them," she said.

Chuck grumbled and got to his feet. With his prick still hanging from his pants, he came to the window and pulled the drapes shut. Virginia got a good close look at his cock, even if it had gone soft.

"Now, you get ready for bed," Clara said, "I have to go because your father is waiting for me."

Virginia stood in the darkness, her hand still inside her panties, staring at the closed drapes. "No, no, no," she moaned, "I wanted to watch him jack off."