Todd, Fuck Your Mother.

"Yeah, they're usually in her room or at least I think so, it faces the street so I can't see. But they still do it in his room sometimes."

"People sometimes vary where they have sex, change locations, it spices things up."

Would that work on my husband?

"Oh. How would you feel if I keep ...." He stopped, wondering how far he could push.

I didn't make him guess. Emboldened by the forbidden behavior I'd just witnessed, feeling explicit, I said, "...watching them fuck?"

Todd raised an eyebrow, slid his finger on mine, and in a conspiratorial tone said, "Exactly," then, pronouncing each word deliberately and distinctly, said, "How-would-you-feel-if-I-keep-watching-them-fuck?"

I was enjoying the game. "As a responsible mother I absolutely forbid you from engaging in such inappropriate, dissolute, and, I note, illegal behavior." Then turning his hand over and twirling my finger-tip on his palm, I said, "As a realistic mother, I have to acknowledge you're eighteen years old, capable of making your own choices, and there is nothing I can do, short of switching bedrooms with you, reporting you to the police, or suggesting Milla close her blinds, to stop you. We both know I'm not moving into your bedroom, turning you into the police, or embarrassing my friend by letting her know her secret is out."

I stopped. There was an unasked question on Todd's face; it took me a second to figure it out.

"Don't worry, I'm not telling your father. This is between us, strictly between us, got it."

Relishing this turn of events, Todd again pushed the edge of the envelope. "I think so, but let's make sure I understand. I'm forbidden from watching Milla and William, our neighbors, mother and son, my friend and your friend, fuck, or suck, or do anything else born in their horny imaginations, but if I'm bad you will not inform on me. Only you and I will know, it will be our dirty little secret."

This was not the kind of conversation I should be having with my son. Sex talk, sex play, should be between husband and wife, but it had been so long since my husband had shown any interest in the subject and I was so horny and the situation so unique and I couldn't resist; the truth is I didn't want to resist.

"That's the deal bub, keep this between us."

Fiddling with my fingers, he said, "Agreed."

* * * * *

When we got home Raw was over, my husband in bed. Todd and I walked upstairs, hugged; I felt his erection, thought with that thing man-sized thing, f he paid attention to William he'd learn how to make the ladies happy.

I crept through the dark of my bedroom to the master bath, closed the door, turned on the light, touched myself. I could wake my husband, but I knew what I'd get, disinterest. Instead, during a long shower, memories of Milla and William dancing in my head, I brought myself a very satisfactory orgasm.

* * * * *

While my husband showed no sign of recognizing it, Todd changed. Inspired, no doubt, by William, he paid attention to his grooming, dressed better, made sure his clothes accented his trim athletic build. Always ready with a compliment or kind word, Todd noticed what I wore, when I cooked something new or prepared something old in a new way, lent me a hand without being asked, listened when I spoke. And maybe it was only my imagination, but it felt like Todd was looking at me with new eyes. Our kisses and hugs grew more frequent, his hand was often on my back, or shoulder, or, when we sat together, leg.

I liked it, more than I should. I'd find myself sitting in the kitchen with him, sharing our day over a cup of coffee as the sound of the television drifted down the hall. I let him get away with the occasional disrespectful comment about his father, made a few myself; we shared a joke or two at his dad's expense.

Through it all my friendship with Milla strengthened. When William joined us I noticed the easy comfort between them. When Todd joined the three of us, he and I sat closer together, deferred to, supported, praised each other.

And at night I'd duck outside to see if Todd's bedroom light was off and William's on. Sometimes they were, but I kept my promise. I was a good girl, I didn't watch, that is until I did.

* * * * *

Pam, home for Sunday dinner and laundry, and I were washing dishes. Todd had cleared the table, then his dad had called wanting Todd to watch the Royal Rumble. Todd did not look happy, but I told him to humor his father.

Now that we were alone Pamie said, "Does Todd have a girlfriend?"

"Not that I know of, why do you ask?"

"Not sure. He looks good, he's dressing better, he's sweeter, more solicitous of you, and me. It's like he suddenly grew up. My snot-nosed-little-brother is becoming a man. And, when he looks at me, it's like he doesn't see his pain-in-the-ass-big-sister, he sees a woman."

She saw the quizzical look on my face.

"Not in the way frat boys or my professors do, not the leering creepy way, but with a subtle appreciation, an acknowledgment that I'm a good looking woman."

"Pam, I've been noticing the same thing."

"That's good to hear, I was wondering if I was crazy."

We packed her care package and ducked our heads into the living room to say good-night. Todd insisted on carrying her laundry, walked outside with us, kissed his sister good-night, then headed back inside for the "wrasslin'." As he left Pam, her eyes on his butt, said, "And, I've got to admit, while Todd's noticing my looks, I've done the same with him. My brother's cute. I have some friends who might like to meet him."

We talked awhile longer. The light in William's bedroom turned on. Memories of Milla and William's love-making filled my mind, the fire in my loins spread. When Pam drove off, I re-checked the window, no change. Back inside my husband was alone.

"Where's Todd?"

"He said he had trouble sleeping last night, he was going upstairs to lie down."

He hadn't mentioned a sleepless night, hadn't acted sleepy.

"How long ago?"

"About fifteen minutes."

Todd's light had never turned on; he was watching Milla and William.

I knew how this exchange would go, knew it would be a charade, but did it anyway. I needed to satisfy propriety and my sense of it; I needed to feel like I tried to do the right thing.

I touched my husband's face and purred, "Sounds like a good idea, why don't we go upstairs, hit the sack ourselves?"

"I'm not sure honey, I was about to order the pay-per-view highlight show."

I didn't understand. "I thought you were watching the pay-per-view?"

"I did, it's over; these are the highlights."

He'd just watched the show, now he was paying for the highlights? That was better than fucking his wife? He didn't seem to think this odd. Maybe it was me. No, that's false modesty, it wasn't me. It was him.

I was tired of doing the right thing.

"How long is the program dear?'

"Two hours, why?"

"Just curious, these wrestling shows certainly give you your bang for the buck."

Pleased I'd said something positive about wrestling he said, "I never thought of it that way; you're right."

I kissed him atop the head, said "I'm going upstairs, do some work, I'll see you after the show."

* * * * *

I turned the upstairs hallway light off, tapped Todd's door with a finger tip, not wanting to startle him, and said, "It's Mom, your Dad's downstairs."

I heard movement, heard the blinds close, then my son's voice, "What do you want?"

"Are they doing it?"

"Yes."

"Let me in, I want to see."

"Is the hallway light off?"

"Yes."

"Mom, are you sure?"

"Yep."

He opened the door, ushered me in, pointed to the foot of the bed, said, "That's the best place to watch."

"How long have they been at it?"

"Awhile. They'd started before I got here."

I sat, he sat behind me, one of his legs running down the side of my body, the other folded between us. William -- the kid had a great ass -- was sprawled between his mother's legs, eating her pussy.

I said, "We shouldn't be watching."

"No, we shouldn't."

"It's bad."

"It's worse than bad, its wicked, we should be punished."

I said, "You're not helping, you know that?"

"Sorry, I'll try harder next time."

"Okay, now promise, this is our secret."

"Don't worry, I won't tell."

Milla's eyes were closed, she was taking deep long breaths through her mouth; one hand rested loosely on her son's shoulder, the other was on her breast, thumbing her nipple. Her lithe body undulated in long sexy waves.

"William loves eating her pussy, he can't seem to get enough."

I turned my head, looked over my shoulder. "Where did you learn to talk like that?"

"Sorry Mom, a couple of old friends, bad influences, I've stopped hanging with them, but I'd understand if you want to wash my mouth out with soap."

I looked back out the window. William's face was glued to Milla's pussy, eating her with undisguised fervor. Milla, in turn, was rocking her ass, pushing her sex into William's voracious mouth. Todd was right, this kid loved eating pussy and, from the look of it, he was damn good. I guess it comes with commitment, and practice.

"Good, you need to get rid of bad influences."

William slid his hand under his head and fingered Milla's sex.

"I'll try."

William covered Milla's unoccupied breast with his free hand, squeezed the flushed flesh. She arched her back, filled his hand with tit-flesh.

What would it be like to be eaten with that kind of intensity?

Then Todd's voice, seemingly out of nowhere, "Mom I need to shift position, my leg is falling asleep."

I leaned forward, he straightened out his leg. I was sitting between his legs, my back resting on his chest, his hands atop my thighs.

Milla, fingers in William's hair, holding him to her sex, was jerking her hips. William was up to the task; only a man stumbling out of a desert would drink with a rapacity that equaled his.

Hand on my shoulder, my son leaned me forward, reached between us, moved his penis so it lay flat on his chest. When I -- nipples hard, pussy swollen -- leaned back I felt it through my thin cotton dress. My son was big.

I pushed the thought out of my head as Milla pressed her sex to her son's face and, mouth open in a wild orgasmic shriek, legs and arms thrashing, came. William, muscles of his powerful arms holding her in place, continued eating her, driving her through another orgasm, and another, intensifying and prolonging each one. Finally Milla sagged into the bed, arms limp, said something, I suspect that she could take no more. William, the lower half of his face glistening with her juice, moved up and lay next to her. Milla snaked her arm around his head, kissed him, then rolled onto her side, her head on William's shoulder, and took hold of her son's penis, held it up, ran her thumb across the large purple-ish head.

It was my best view of William's equipment to date. The kid was hung, thick and long. Fuck, with that talented hyperactive over-sized tool down the hall, who could blame Milla for breaking the rules.

And with that observation I paid attention to the erection pressed to my back. William and Todd were in the same league.

Milla sat up, rolled her shoulders, leaned forward, let a mass of spit drool onto William's dick, then effortlessly inhaled him in a sudden plunge.

I said, "My god."

Todd ran his hands down my thigh. "Look at her go."

"Does she do that a lot?"

"Do what?"

"Y'know."

"Say it."

I recalled our visit to the coffee shop. Todd liked it when I said dirty words.

In my present state, so did I.

"Suck his cock."

"Maybe it's me who needs to wash your mouth out with soap, but yeah, she can't get enough. She likes him in her mouth as much, maybe more, than he likes eating her. There was this time..."

He stopped, baiting me to ask. I didn't hesitate. "What?"

"There was this basketball game at school. William was driving Ms. Jovanovic home, they pulled out of the parking lot behind me. I kept checking my rear view mirror, they were playful, enjoying each other's company. Ms. Jovanovic undid her seat belt, slid over, licked William's ear. From the way they were moving it was clear she'd taken his thing out. When we turned into the neighborhood I looked back; she was gone. She had to be sprawled across the seat, sucking him. Once home I ran inside, found the best window, watched their car. I couldn't see what was going on, but it was forty-five minutes before they got out pulling their clothes back on. They'd done it in the driveway."

Boys in high school had been that hot for me, my husband, I fear, never.

Todd wrapped his arms around my waist, held me to him, and we turned our attention back to our neighbors. Todd was rocking his hips, a slight motion, not enough to see, I wasn't sure if he was even conscious of it, but I felt his dick moving on my back.

I was about to say something when Milla took almost all her son's impressive tool into her mouth.

I gasped, juice dripped from my pussy.

"Mom, lean forward."

I did, he snatched a small bottle of baby oil from his desk.

"Son, you can't, not now."

"Why not, so long as you don't see?

"I'm in the room!"

"How is that different then if you were across the hall? I'd be doing the same thing and, you'd know about it; you must know I masturbate, I'm a teen-ager."

"Because..., ohmigod."

Milla pushed her face all they way down William's dick. There was only one place it could be, in her throat. I'd heard of this, never done it, wondered if anyone outside of porn films actually did.

William was slacked-jawed, softly rubbing his mother's shoulder, breathing through his mouth, eyes closed, ecstacy on his face.

Then I felt it, the motion of the mattress, Todd was fisting his dick. He let out a low moan.

I said, "Son, you need to...," then Milla rotated her head, moved William's dick around her throat, started bobbing up and down.

It was hard to believe what I was seeing was possible. A steady stream of juice leaked from my slit; I'd begun humping my hips back and forth.

William laid a hand atop Milla's head, his toes curled, he arched his back, he rose up on his shoulders. Milla was moving up his shaft when her cheeks bulged and William poured his cum into her mouth. She pulled off him, drops spilled from her mouth onto her breast, slithered across the nipple. She rose up on her knees, turned to face the window, straddled her son, grabbed his dick...

My god, he was still hard!

...and lowered herself, merging their bodies.

My eyes closed to tiny slits, I yanked up my dress, dug my right hand into my panties, drove a finger inside my cunt. Pleasure pulsing through my pussy, I slumped back on my son's shoulder. He was furiously fisting his cock.

I found my clit, rubbed it, moaned, checked my voice, making sure to keep the sound confined to Todd's bedroom. My free hand a braless breast, I squeezed.

My son's hand was creeping up my body. Without the strength to say no, not wiling to say yes, I offered no resistance when he covered my other breast and stroked my stiff nipple.

I thumbed my clit, rocked my sex on my fingers.

Milla was panting, riding her son in the reverse cowgirl. Her eyes shot open, her body shuddered and, screaming in unabashed relief, she came.

As it happened to her, it happened to me. My orgasm was born, grew, matured, rampaged through my body, whipsawed my mind. Then my son, his tone low, guttural, and hard, said, "Oh fuck yes," and came. As I imagined the cum spewing from his cock my sex spasmed and my asshole clenched, I came again.

I slumped back onto my son's body. His arms encircled me. He kissed the side of my head. I opened my eyes. William and Milla were cuddled together, the picture of happy contentment. I laid my head on Todd's shoulder. It felt good and right.

Then footsteps. "Honey, Todd, are you in there, are you okay?"

As the door rattled Todd said, "Coming Dad," and in a single motion buckled his shorts, closed the blinds, tapped the enter button on his computer calling the screen to life, flipped on the light switch, signaled me to turn around so my back was to the window, and unlocked and opened the door.

"I've been calling for you two. Anything wrong? Why was the door locked?"

"Sorry Dad, I guess I accidentally set the mechanism; it must have locked when Mom shut it."

Todd pointed to the computer, where a school assignment was blinking away, "Mom was helping me out, I guess we got lost in it and didn't hear you."

A look flashed across my husband's face, our son was not known to get lost in school assignments, but it passed. "Honey, I need your help with the laundry, I've got to wash some things for tomorrow."

Todd interrupted. "Dad, if it can wait a few minutes, Mom and I were just finishing the final question."

"Sure, I'll be downstairs watching television."

As his father trumped down the stairs my son said, "You better change that dress, my cum is all over the back."

* * * * *

I took off my dress. There was a lot of cum. I touched a glob, rubbed it between two fingers; it was thick and creamy. Looking at myself in the mirror I said, "Well, why not, it's done wonders for Milla." The taste was strong and vigorous, a bit salty. I put on jeans and a shirt, combed my hair, touched up my make-up, checked in with my son (his room stank of sex, how had my husband missed it), suggested a cup of coffee, went downstairs, did my husband's laundry while showing him (for the ten-thousandth time) how to do laundry, then Todd appeared, clutching some papers.

"Hey Mom, I printed out that work. Would you mind going over it with me? I'll even buy you a cup of coffee."

My husband returned to the television; my son and I headed for the coffee shop.

* * * * *

"You okay, you mad?"

"No, I'm, we're fine, we got carried away, that's all. It's understandable, they're quite a sight. Still, we can't let it happen again."

"Can't let what happen again."

Was he playing dumb. "You and I, watching Milla and William."

"Watching and playing with ourselves, or just watching?"

"Son, c'mon, the way we both got carried away, it's better not to watch at all."

"Are you going to report them?"

"No, what would we tell the police? That we're peeping toms. Whatever they've got going on is working for them. I haven't seen Milla this happy in..., well maybe ever. How's William?"

"He's changed, not in all ways, but in that horn-dog teenager way. He's calmer, more mature, respectful, not a slave to raging hormones like the rest of us. I've noticed it, the teachers have also, they're showing him a deference they don't show the rest of us."

"Well, since neither is suffering. I'm not gonna make an issue of it. I'm also going to stop watching, you should too."

He snaked his hand into mine, gave me a big grin.

"But you're not going to, you're going to be a bad boy."

"Do you object?"

"Yes, but short of boarding up your window or telling Milla to lower her blinds, you won't stop, so what's the point of forbidding you? But keep it to yourself, and be careful, you don't want them to know. And for god's sake, don't let your father know, this is strictly between mother and son."

He squeezed my hand. "Just us."

* * * * *

I was good. And while I knew Todd continued watching, he never mentioned it and I, by doing nothing, acquiesced in it.

That didn't mean I wasn't fascinated by what was happening next door. Although they kept their sexual relationship hidden, when Milla talked of William, when I saw them together, it was clear they were more than mother and son. They listened to each other, read each other's signals, supported each other. William knew Milla's mood from the way she said hello; Milla appeared with coffee a moment before William said he was out. * * * * *