He still sat near the pool when Fawn was there, and Joan had not told him what she had seen. She enjoyed watching her son and the pretty girl without them knowing it. At night, she and her son would peek into Fawn's room and watch the pretty girl caress herself, finger-fuck to orgasm, then lick her finger. The couple across the way apparently didn't fuck every night, but Joan and Ted saw the janitor jacking off on the polished desk.

After watching with the telescopes, Joan would always leave her son with her cunt-wet panties on his face, flip her skirt upwards and wiggle her naked ass saucily, sometimes pat it in a teasing way.

As yet she had showed him nothing but her ass, but the desire to allow him to look at her body was becoming stronger. She wondered if he would be pleased with her, if he would find her titties as pretty as Fawn's, her cunt as exciting. Not that she was jealous, just that she wanted to excite her son as much as the lovely little creature did.

During the passing few days, Joan found herself drawn to Fawn almost as strongly as her son seemed to be. The girl was certainly a beautiful one, and her legs were very exciting to look at. When Fawn climbed from the air float, the bottom of her bikini was always pulled into the crack of her ass, the creamy whiteness flashing. Joan understood Fawn considered her ass to be quite lovely, and in truth it was. It was a caressable ass, tight, and very shapely. Joan wondered what it would be like to feel Fawn's ass, to play with her tits and maybe, just maybe, fondle her hot, sugary cunt.

Such thoughts excited Joan tremendously, and she knew her son was desperate to caress the older girl, too. It was in his eyes every time he looked at her, in the way his cock became so hard as he watched her, especially through the telescope at night.

A few days later, shortly after noon, Joan met Fawn at the entrance of the apartment building. She had just come home from the nearby shopping center as Fawn strolled up from the opposite direction. Fawn was dressed in a short tennis skirt with a matching blouse. Her golden thighs flashed prettily in the sun, drawing Joan's eyes.