Spying on my Parents' Sexy Neighbor Pt. 03

Slowly, I crept up the stairs until I could see the crack in their door and hear Lisa's voice.

My father stood on the side of the bed while mom, face down, held on to the bedsheets. She slammed her up turned ass into his waiting cock. With one hand on her rump and the other on his hip, he moaned and pushed forward. His head turned upward and he closed his eyes.

Lisa gyrated her pelvis and fucked herself on his cock. She moaned into the bed until his satisfied cock slipped from her. Her toned body glistened, a testament to her dedication to the new training. When she found herself empty she sat up, looked back to Bill and sighed.

"I'm sorry, the hotel, the three-day plane ride. I thought I could have lasted longer." He said.

I ducked my head down below the stairs and crawled on my belly backwards down to the main floor.

"It's okay. Pay me back in two weeks when you're back from your Africa route, or tonight, if you find the strength."

I tiptoed back to my room where I tried to put the thoughts out of my head. But that night, after hours of tossing and turning, I kept imagining what I had just witnessed. Frustrated, I masturbated in the dark. My imagination and memory were enough to get me off in an embarrassingly short period.

THE START OF MOVIE NIGHTS.

After two weeks, Bill was set to return home from his Africa route. Mom more than usual was eager for his return home. She even turned down a job on the west coast to stay at home. I also knew they planned on going to their party.

I walked past the door to their bedroom and saw my mother holding up a new purple dress. She used to hide all the little things, but now she had a sheer purple baby doll laid out and the new dress in plain view.

She wore her favorite short bathrobe made of grey satin. Like everything else, it did little to cover her curves. The satin clung to the top of her glutes and formed a V shape atop two oval mounds of muscle. The muscles from her thigh and hips disappeared beneath the front of the robe. Normally I would have carried on to my room without a second thought. But now, after that night and the manual, I couldn't help but notice. A switch previously turned off was now on, and I couldn't seem to do much about it.

I leaned against the doorjamb. "I think it'll look good on you." I said.

She looked back at me, put the dress on the bed and held the baby doll over top of her body with a purple lace thong in her hand. "Do you think so?" she gave me a wink.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "I mean the dress, but now that you mention it, I'm almost jealous of the lucky guy tomorrow night."

"Jealousy is covered in the manual too." She said. "But if you like, I can wear this around the house."

I rolled my eyes and stepped back out of the room. "Because that will help, I wouldn't be able to stand anywhere when your home." I felt my face glow red.

The phone rang. She gave me a grin and slapped me in the gut as she went past me. I waited until she went down the stairs and stared at the crumpled up baby doll on the bed.

"Hello." She said.

After a minute of listening, she spoke into the phone. "Will you be safe there?"

I turned around and leaned over the banister to look down at her. From where I stood, I could look down her blouse and see the cream colored bra she wore. She picked up the TV remote and flipped through the channels.

"I'm trying to find something on the news right now." She said.

"No, no, don't apologize for that, we'll go next month. Just as long as you're safe where you're at?" She said.

"I said it's okay, I'll call Julie and tell her we can't make this month. I'm sure they already know too." She paused and listened to the phone. "Okay, be safe, keep us updated and we love you to." She said. She put the phone back on the receiver and looked up at me.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"There's some political unrest in the country your father said. So the mining company will get him and his sales team out of the area when it's safe. He said where they are is fine, but he won't be able to make his flight." She said.

She came up the stairs and entered her bedroom. She held up the baby doll and sighed. "I was looking forward to wearing it. Oh well he'll be home in a few days, he said."

The phone rang again and Lisa ran down the stairs to catch it. After a few seconds, she took it into the office.

"That's another month." She ran her hand through her hair.

She stood quietly and stared at the calendar. "That's the same time... Lou, bring Lou? Are you forgetting Lou is Doug?" Lisa said.

I ducked out of sight from my mother's view and continued to listen.

"Well, yes I know these groups can fall apart, but my manual will keep things in line and running smooth, wait give me a second." Lisa said. She closed the office door with a soft click.

I waited on top of the banister and after a few minutes grew impatient. I looked at the baby doll on the floor, walked over and placed it on the bed.

I heard the door open and walked out of the room to meet her at the banister. She didn't have a smile on her face and walked up the stairs at a slow pace.

"Is everything okay?" I said.

She walked past me and sat on the bed. "Yes, but your father won't be home for next month's party or at all now. I guess there's some big thing in Eastern Europe, now. So the company is sending them there once their safe. After that they go straight into the Asian route." She smiled at me. "He even suggested you go as Lou tomorrow night, just so I could attend my party. HA, oh my god if he knew what really happened, he wouldn't have suggested bringing you as Lou."

"Why can't we? Does any of them know me as your son?" I said.

Lisa gave me an intent look. "No one saw your face except for me, but there's a picture." She pulled out her phone and tapped on the bookmark. "Since I was a sponsor, I wasn't allowed to judge."

I leaned over and watched her flipped through a few pages until she came to a picture of Janet. The next profile over was a picture of Lou, or as I like to call him, Doug. I'm not even sure where she found a picture of me until I recognize the background. Earlier she insisted we make a sex tape, she must have gotten it from there. On a side note even without our faces the videos been getting a lot of views and likes, mostly about her, but at least I'm in it.

Lisa bit her lip and she lowered her phone. "As much as I would like to, I don't want to go back on our word, we shouldn't even be talking about this."

'Close,' I thought. My wondering eyes caught her cleavage through the neckline of her robe. I averted my eyes and looked at the bed. "You're off work tomorrow, how about a PJ's and movie night? Just you, me and a movie of your pick."

She gave me a smile and looked on the bed. "PJ's or do you mean lingerie?"

I cocked an eyebrow. "Well, I meant PJ's, but when you want something, any excuse will do." I said.

She grinned at me and said, "I'll get cleaned up if you go get ready we'll have a relax night."

She half closed the door behind her. Through the crack, I watched her slip out of her robe. She wore a simple bra and panties. The months of effort had paid off for her. Not that she had been fat before. But now her waist line flowed down her ribs, over her waist and around her hips in a smooth curved line. Her stomach didn't have the fitness model abs, but a sexy little indent started at the bottom of her naval and disappeared below her panties.

It was her legs and butt that stood out. Her taller than average height gave her long legs, but unlike thin pencils, they had curves of their own. Not muscle bound and bulky, but several sleek curves from her full round bum down to her slender ankles. Over the past few months I got used to seeing her body in tighter clothes, but this was the first time seeing her body in whole.

She complained about the young women starting at her company. But I wondered how much competition they really gave her. She had a sharp jaw and chin. While her eyes appeared stern, I could admit now they were sexy.

I changed downstairs and grabbed a quick shower. When I returned I dim the lights and got the movie channel ready. She came down the stairs in the same light silver night robe. In a way that I was disappointed not to see the baby doll.

She grabbed a blanket from behind the couch and sat down next to me.

"Lights off, air temperature two." She said.

The lights shut off and the air conditioner turned on. I had pulled up the drama list, but she took the remote from me and picked a movie much gorier than I'd expected. I didn't normally see her watch horror movies. But the one she picked was about a demon who stalked a family and showed up in homemade videos. It was an older film I watched years ago, and I remember it terrified me. Especially when mom and dad would leave me alone.

Half way through, she curled up next to me for warmth. To my surprise, she didn't fair well on horror movies. She yelped four times and dug her nails into my arm twice. Each jump or flash of light, I could see the robe loosen. Beneath, a purple baby doll struggle to contain her body.

But by the time the credits rolled, she had grown quiet and her head rested on my shoulder. 'Who the hell falls asleep during a horror movie?' I thought to myself.

The blanket had slipped to her thighs and robe had opened. The tops of her breasts pressed together, covered by two thin triangles of purple lace. I shifted my weight so I could reach across her and pull the blanket up. The credits ended and the TV light grew bright white. Before I could pull the blanket up I saw the fabric around her nipples strained and distorted.

My heart skipped and I felt as if I jumped into a pool of cold water. The silky skin I could only imagine in the dark was there, inches from my hand. Without moving the rest of my body, I put my thumb over the tip. It was hard to the touch and when I moved it, she gave a faint moan in her sleep.

My heart pounded and the more I played, the more she stirred. I wanted to see more, I wanted to relive that night. The thrill, the excitement, the wrongness of it all.

"Fuck me," I whispered close to her ear. I circled her nipple until it grew hard and fully erect.

She moaned and her top leg moved against the other. I had to be subtle and not rush it. One needed to treat it like fishing. I ran my fingers over her strap, pulled up and slid it from her shoulder. The satin triangle dragged over her skin, bunched around her nipple and caught on the inside hem.

I prepared to jerk my hand free and whispered, "Mom." I waited and watched. She shifted her head, but eyes remained closed.

Slowly, I moved my hand away and down towards the blanket. I wanted to undo my pants and give relief to the kink in my penis, but didn't dare. Every throb of my heart sent a 'Thruss' sound through my ears. My fingertips touched the edge of her thong and found a damp spot between the layers of flesh. I debated slipping my finger inside and massage her more.

Try as I did, her legs were together and my fingers as much as I wanted couldn't reach any farther. I tried to shift her shoulder to her back. Her knee raised up, and she purred in her throat. I jerked my hand free and rested on my knee.

She lifted her head and looked around, dazed on where she was. She gave me a smile and adjusted her hair, then robe. She frowned, looked around a second time, then touched and patted my t-shirt.

"You fell asleep." I said.

"Mmmm, I was dreaming," She said. Her hand slid down my chest. She paused and cleared her throat.

If I stood now she'd get a full display of my intentions. I was trying to think of other things, such as games, the movie, a WWII machine gun movie scene, anything and everything but women or sex, but too late. Her hand flopped down and caught the tip of my penis through my PJ bottoms.

I jumped against the edge of the sofa. "I'm sorry, it just I came too, you felt warm, my mind drifted back to Janet, you have a similar body now." I swore in my head 'For fuck sakes, 'you have a similar body' you fucking idiot she's going to bolt screaming upstairs.'

She smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder. Her hand slid over the underside of my cock and felt me through the fabric.

"Hmmmm," she smiled. She squeezed me three times and stood up. "I think we better get you a girlfriend. But for now we better go to bed." She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Before she stood, in a brief second I saw her naked protruding nipple beneath her lingerie. She stood up adjusted her robe and walked upstairs.

I wanted to follow, in fact when she looked back I almost did, but fear took hold and planted me firm in place until she disappeared in her room. That night, I didn't sleep and oddly to my pleasure in the morning I discovered neither did she.

DAYS WEAR ON LIKE A DESERT DEATH MARCH.

My father kept updating us of his stay. Despite what was being broadcasted on news he had a different view. One of smiling faces, corporate drinking and a beachside resort. The weeks passed and even with small war going on, it felt like he had the best of us three. I noticed one woman in particular who seemed to be the life of the party. Early thirties, blonde, white, and energetic. Any video or picture she was in mom flipped over. My mother said she was the web page and social media person.

I became infatuated with her eyes, the smile she had and the fact that she was a fellow techie. A computer geek, maybe even a nerd. I might have to join them on Christmas parties. It was something soon coming up.

As for mom, she worked in the office, fought traffic to and from work, something she wasn't used to. When she was home she rewrote her manual, edited it and broke it down into easier to read sections. I learnt it wasn't the parties she enjoyed. What kept her going was seeing how the community grew. It was like how one tends to a bonsai tree they had raised from a small sapling.

The night my father took off and flew from Africa to the Asian continent, my mother stopped worrying. But an underlying problem revealed itself. She complained about the younger women at work. She admitted she gave up the road job to the younger woman. But the way she talked, I think she hoped the new girl would lose it and the company would ask mom to save the day. So far it hadn't happened that way.

She printed over a dozen copies one night and dropped them off to Red one night. After that, I didn't see her open the manual again.

It was the night of the party, every third Friday of the month. I had a call from Brandi, an urgent issue with taking payments, settled by a quick fix on her computer. The money she paid each month didn't warrant the troubles. I returned home and found my mother sitting in front of the TV with half a bottle of wine. Her hair was damp and tied back, she wore an old towel robe that covered her legs past her knees.

I kissed her on the cheek and looked at her glass. I thought back to Janet and remembered how I saw her drinking more before she moved out.

I was about to go downstairs when I looked over my shoulder and saw her face. She gave me a quick glance than a fake smile and took a sip of her wine.

"Is it okay if I use the upstairs shower?" I said.

"Yes, of course. I know it's better than the one downstairs," She took a sip of her wine and sat up. "Maybe we can watch a movie tonight, when you're done?" She said.

We watched a lot of movies over the past few weeks. I learnt it was one of her three opposite topics used to divert her thoughts. I paused and bit my lower lip.

"I am sorry mom, I have too much work to do downstairs, I have a client I have to take care of, and she's having some problems with a program she developed."

She nodded her head. "That's okay, tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow night will work." I said.

I went upstairs and took a thorough shower. Instead of leaving out the front door, I checked to see if she was in the master bedroom. Without drying, I tied a towel around my waist. My heart pounded, my stomach swirled, and I felt as if I was preparing to rob a bank.

The sound of an eerie horror movie drifted up the stairs. Gently, I opened her drawer to the lingerie and flipped through them until I found the purple lace thong. My heart skipped and my penis grew with anticipation. I grabbed the baby doll from the closet and left her room.

She didn't look up at me as I came down, but just in case I kept it behind my back. I held my old clothes in front to hide my erection. Before I went to my room, I walked up behind her and leaned in for a goodnight kiss. She looked up at me and smirked at my wet body and hair.

"Did you forget to dry?" she laughed.

"No, I'm just in a hurry, I care a lot about this client and wanted to make sure she was taken care of, but I have to do the work downstairs." I said.

She gave me a smile and rubbed the back of my neck before she turned her attention back to the TV.

My heart pounded in my ears, and my stomach flipped. One half said go for it, well maybe a quarter, the other said 'What the fuck, are you crazy? She won't go for this.'

Before I could think of it anymore, I threw caution to the wind and walked towards the basement door. It wasn't as if we hadn't had sex before. The manual said to treat it as a hobby, not love, a natural thing two people did with instinct. I justified it with three thoughts, that she wanted it, I wanted it, and it was a path previously traveled by each of us.

A lounge chair sat between the couch and the basement. When I passed by I placed the baby doll and thong on the backrest and continued towards the basement stairs. Before I lost view of her between the rails I glance back. She held her wineglass close to her mouth, and she stared at the chair.

I didn't hang around and went downstairs, turned the lights down and sat on the side of my bed. I didn't know how she would take it. I read the manual two more times and I think I learned more about my mother in the manual than I did her raising me and Rachel.

My hands trembled, my knees trembled, and I had butterflies in my stomach. After ten minutes passed, I turned my computer on and bury myself in a video about game design.

Hours passed, I felt sick inside, embarrassed for my actions. I didn't know if I should go up or begin house hunting like Janet had too. I threw a pair of boxer briefs on and crawled into bed at eleven, with hopes sleep would cause the problems to go away. It didn't, I tossed and turned, half frozen because the A/C kept blasting through the night.

Twenty-five minutes after twelve, the stairs creaked outside my door. I sat up on my elbow and looked into the faint light. The door opened and we could see one another.

She wore the purple baby doll and thong. It had black lace to accent it and showed off her figure. A figure I only caught glimpses of was now on full display for me. I could take in her narrow waist, wide hips, and full bosom.

She left the door open behind her to let the light to come in. I took it all in while holding my breath. The way her hips swayed and the silhouette of her body through the thin baby dolls. With grace, not vulgar, she walked across my floor and stood next to the bed.

"A client?" she said.

"A very important one." I said.

She gave me a smile, leaned down and kissed me on the collarbone. I lifted her chin up and looked into her eyes.

She half smiled and shook her hands. "I'm trembling." She said.

"You said to treat this like a hobby in the manual, and that night." I said.

"This isn't in the manual." She said.

"We just treat it like another hobby, like the first night. Nothing changed, we're just having fun and filling needs," I said. I took her by the waist and pulled her down into the bed.