Displaying a smile both wicked and understanding, he walked towards me and said, “I can see what you just…. Are they at it?”
Realizing my hand was still in my panties, I yanked it out and turned back to the window, as if needing confirmation, and said, “Yes. Have you watched them from here?”
Todd, standing beside me, his open hand on my shoulder, said, “Yes, they like doing it outdoors.”
Milla, body shaking, face contorted with pleasure, was coming on her son’s face.
Todd moved behind me, placed his hands on my shoulders. His touch was comforting. He said, “They’re amazing, aren’t they Mom? Can’t get enough of each other. Have you been watching long?”
Nodding to the pile of pressed laundry I said,”Yes, since they started. And you’re right, they’re amazing. Your friend William, he’s an incredible lover.”
My son slid his hands down the sides of my body, stopped at my hips, and said, “How could he not be with a lover as beautiful and passionate as his mother.”
Feeling a stab of something, was it jealousy, I said, “You think Milla’s beautiful?”
“Yes, don’t you?”
“It’s just that she’s so much older than you.”
My son ran his hands back up my body, openly appreciating my form, and said, “Oh no mother, she’s not old, she’s only a few years older than you, and look at you. Pretty and classy, smart and beautiful and, I’ve got to admit, under the influence of our neighbors I’ve started seeing you with a new point of view: you’re hot, very hot.”
Milla slid into the water, she and William kissed, kisses that began sweet and loving, but heated up fast. Milla directed her son to the spot she’d vacated.
“Really, you think those things about me?”
My son pressed his body to mine, his hard dick answering my question, kissed the side on my head, and said, “Oh definitely, my mother’s a babe. Does that bother you, does it bother you that I think you’re hot, that you turn me on?”
“No. You’re father…,” I stopped, unsure of what to say.
My son didn’t hesitate. “Dad’s a fool; I fear he’s forgotten what it is to be male, preferring to watch half-naked men to you. Maybe he’s intimidated, finds his flabby body inadequate in the presence of his sexy wife.”
He kissed my neck, said, “But I’m not a fool,” slid his hands around my waist, looked out the window as Milla, a look of depraved lust on her face, tongued her son’s dick, then pushed my hair aside and whispered into my ear, “They are amazing. Your friend, her son, burning with fundamental need. Are they wrong, are they wicked? What do you think? Should they choose denial and frustration or should they satisfy their needs, needs we all feel, that burn in all of us.”
He kissed my neck.
“And maybe, just maybe, it’s because it’s wicked, because it’s taboo, that makes it even hotter. Look around, single family homes, large lots, shade trees, SUV’s, dogs in backyards, manicured lawns. Living in a world of convention Milla and William chose not what the world says they should want, but what they want, a choice everyone around them would call depraved. Maybe, for just that reason, the fire inside them burns brighter. I don’t see regret on their faces. Do you?”