Letting his prick slip from her mouth, she stood up, not looking at her son. She felt a twinge of guilt now that it was over. The taste of his come juice lingered in her mouth, sweet and pleasant.

"Have you seen her before?" Janice asked in a very low voice. "That girl there, I mean?"

"Yes, Mom," he replied, his voice shaky. "Almost every night."

Her son, seemed embarrassed about what happened, too. There were a few moments of heavy silence.

"Have you seen the man, Mom?"

She nodded. "Yes," she whispered. "I've seen him."

Again there was an uncomfortable silence. They were both still standing at the window, looking across the fence. The girl had drawn her knees underneath her body, her ass high in the air and pointed toward Janice and her son. Janice felt her hip come in contact with her son's body. He was still trembling. She drew her hip away.

She stood with her hands dangling at her sides, watching the girl across the way, but her mind was on her son. The girl was not as interesting to her as what she had just done with Bobby. She felt his hand move against hers, and then they were holding hands. She felt her son tighten his fingers against hers.

"There he is again, Mom."

Her eyes focused, and there was the man.

Again he was in jockey shorts. His hand was inside them, and it was obvious he was fondling his cock and balls. They stood side by side, squeezing hands as the man slipped his cock from the crotch of his shorts and began to jack off. He stood next to the bed tonight. Janice recalled that the man had gazed under her skirt as she sat in the car, and he had seen her pantied ass when her skirt had ripped. She wondered if he mentally used that as he jerked on his prick.

"Gosh, Mom," Bobby gasped. "He's got a big one, huh?"

Janice didn't know how to reply to that. Her eyes were fixed upon the man's prick, and she squeezed her son's hand. The excitement was gripping her again. Her cunt was bubbling wetly between her thighs.