She noticed that he looked up at her every time she was on the stairs, seeing under her short skirts, but would always look away when she was at the bottom. He didn't seem embarrassed, his face never flushing, but he didn't show any sexual interest in her anymore. Ironically, as her son showed this indifference toward her, Janice found herself wanting her son again and again, his cock pounding away at her steamy cunt, fucking her over and over until she was too exhausted to move.

In her bedroom, she looked across at the other house. She had not watched the woman with her men for the past few days. A movement at the corner of the house caught her eye, and she looked in that direction. She saw Nancy, the little girl next door, climbing over the wooden fence into her yard. Curious, she left her room and went to the end of the hallway, where a small window overlooked the roof of the patio. She saw Nancy walking toward Tony, who was lying on a huge towel, wearing an old pair of faded jeans cut off at his thighs.

Nancy wore a bright yellow sunsuit. Her slender thighs were tanned a honey color, and as usual, her blonde hair was pulled back into twin ponytails. She watched Nancy sit down near Tony's shoulder, speaking to him. Tony smiled at the girl, and Janice noticed his fingers brush against the girl's knee as he sat up, facing her.

Janice felt a twinge of jealousy as she watched them. Her son was leaning toward the girl, who was giggling. She saw her son grin at the girl, his hand on her knee again. She wondered if her son was trying to seduce the little girl, to fuck her. The thought sent a stab of possessive jealousy through her. As she watched, Nancy leaned toward Tony's face, and Janice saw them kiss. Her face flushed, but not with embarrassment. She was angry. If he wanted a piece of ass, he had her. He didn't need a little girl who was probably still a virgin. Her son needed someone with experience, a woman that could really please his cock and balls.