On an impulse, Joan looked around. There was no one else at home in the small apartment complex, she knew, still she darted her eyes from balcony to balcony, then back to the pool. Ted was too absorbed in watching Fawn, and the girl was much too busy to look up at Joan. Lifting her skirt to her waist, Joan ran her palm between her legs and rubbed at her cunt, feeling deliciously wicked and exposed. If either or both of them at the pool looked up, they would have seen Joan's long, slender thighs and the crotch of her panties, seen her rubbing her cunt. But they didn't look up.

Again Joan heard her son grunt. It came out more as a moan of torment than anything else. Immediately after the grunt, the sound of Fawn's tinkling giggles drifted up to Joan. It took a moment or so for Joan to realize what had happened.

Ted had come off in his trunks!

She saw the wet spot at the tip of his cock inside the trunks. Her son had come off watching Fawn tease him.

"Was it a good one, Ted?" Joan heard Fawn ask. "Did you come nice and hard?"

Joan saw her son nod his head.

"I told you I'd show my titties to you one day, remember?" Fawn said to Ted. "Now do you believe me?"

Ted nodded his head vigorously as Fawn retrieved her floating top and put it back on.

"I came too, you know," Fawn said as she tied the halter over her shapely young titties. "I usually come, too."

This had been going on a while, Joan realized. She had paid no attention, and here this pretty young girl was playing around with her son, making him come off inside his trunks. But it was so open! Right there at the pool with the sun burning down on them. Of course there was no one home to see – except Joan. Still, someone might.

Joan felt admiration for Fawn, admiring her boldness and wanton behavior. Fawn was doing things that Joan had only fantasized about. Somehow Joan felt very close to Fawn. She hardly knew the girl, but felt as if they were very close, almost like sisters.