Perhaps he was embarrassed to have seen her that way, she thought. Or maybe he was embarrassed because his cock had become hard from seeing his mother's panties. Janice admitted to herself it had excited her, being seen by Bobby that way.

She bathed in the master bedroom, and then, placing a chair near the window in preparation of what would happen across the fence, she remembered she had left the television on in the living room. The movement in the lighted window next door caught her attention as she started from her bedroom. The girl was repeating her ritual of hair brushing. For a moment she almost decided to let the damn television go. Then she entered the hall and moved, quickly to the living room. She snapped the set off and started hurrying back down the hallway. Something caught her attention, a sound of some sort. It came from her son's bedroom. It sounded as if he were in pain, she thought.

His light was off. Opening his door quietly, she started to call out to Bobby. But he wasn't in his bed. She saw his shadowy figure near the window, and then she saw the girl across the fence.

Her son was watching.

Shaking with excitement, she had no idea her son had been seeing the same things she had. Her son stood there, his shoulders shaking in the dim light.

Hardly aware of what she was doing, Janice entered the room and walked up beside her son. She stood slightly behind him, hearing his heavy breathing as he gazed at the girl next door. The girl, so lovely with her honey blonde hair, was sitting on the bed with her slim legs wide, rubbing her cunt.

"Look, Mom," her son said, startling Janice.

"I see," she whispered. "How did you know I came in, honey?"

"I heard," he replied in a hoarse voice. "Look what that girl's doing."

"I know, Bobby. I've seen her do it before."