“My word, sweetheart,” mom said, “what’s got you so horny?”
“Come and have a look at this, mom,” I replied, “that girl from next door looks great in her underwwar, don’t you think?”
Mom quickly removed her clothes and came and stood naked next to me, placing a hand on my bare ass and stroking it as she craned her neck to get a look at the sunbathing Janey who was about the same age as myself, twenty-two or so then, give or take a month or two.
“She’s very beautiful,” mom said, licking her lips, “just like her mother.”
Mom and I had forgotten all about the windows being open and Janey must have heard us for she suddenly glanced up in our direction. “Oh, shit!” I said, “she’s seen us. Quick, get back in the room.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen you,” Janey’s voice floated up to us before we even had a chance to turn away, “but there’s no need to leave on my account.”
With that, mom and I watched fascinated as Janey slipped a hand into her panties and began to play with her pussy, stroking her tits through her bra with her other hand.
“Why, the brazen little hussy!” mom said, unable to disguise the surprise tinged with excitement in her voice. “Seems we have a sex-mad siren living right next door to us.”
At that moment, Mrs. Simpkins suddenly appeared in the next door garden and, even more exciting and surprising to mom and I was that she didn’t bat an eyelid at the sight of her daughter’s semi-naked state nor the fact that Janey was slowly and steadily continuing to finger herself.
“What’s got you going?” mom and I heard Mrs. Simpkins – Beryl – saying, almost echoing the words my mother had used when she’d entered my bedroom.
Janey nodded towards us and Beryl looked up and smiled. Even though she could only see mom’s and my head and shoulders from where she was standing, it was obvious we were naked but by then, mom and I had lost all rational thought and, far from covering ourselves up, we were both only too eager to see where this was leading as we threw caution to the wind.
“Well,” said Beryl, “what have we got here?”
“I think we’ve got a situation like ours, mom,” Janey replied, “except that she’s doing it with her son.”
“This can’t be real,” I said to mom, “another incest couple moving in right next door.”
“Coincidences do happen,” mom murmured, “and I think this rather proves it.”
“Well,” said Beryl again, taking the initiative, “we can’t just stand here staring at each other, can we? Don’t you think we ought to do something about this?”
Mom, whom I knew liked women as much as she did men, was still stroking my ass as she whispered in my ear. “Let’s go for it, eh, sweetheart?”
I turned and looked at mom. Up to that moment, my sex life had been devoted entirely to her and a few other young ladies I’d met from time to time, nothing serious, but the thought of being the only guy among a bevy of beautiful women, one of whom was my own mother, was intoxicating. I have always been very proud of my body and have never felt shy about showing it off or of people seeing it and the fact that it would be my prick the ladies were after without any competition from other men really turned me on.