I officially became a teenager along with my best friends; Willie, Bubba and Rex, the summer of 1957. Our little pack had formed on the first day of school at Frank Caufield Elementary in third grade. Our families had all moved into the brand new Pleasant Valley subdivision in Chemical City, Texas, a stinking petrochemical town on Karankawa Bay. If we weren't hanging out at the municipal swimming pool, or wandering around the four block long Main Street business district, we were at my house. Why my house? Because I had the coolest and hottest Mom in town.

Mom's most outstanding physical feature was her tits, and she always wore blouses, shirts and dresses that prominently displayed her cleavage. She was Cajun with raven hair and eyes the color of chocolate syrup. She was plump, with shapely legs and a gorgeous ass. Mom was fun to be around She had a great sense of humor and was an outrageous flirt. The guys felt comfortable around her, even after seeing her naked two months earlier.

We had been camping out in the back yard, and went into the house for some reason. We walked into the hall on the way to my bedroom when Mom stepped out of the bathroom, totally naked. We froze for a brief eternity. Then she dashed to her bedroom, and apologized to us through the door.

The next morning was a little awkward for us, but Mom acted like nothing had happened, and after that, the guys acted fairly normal about her. A few days later, I walked up on them talking about Mom's tits and ass. After that, they felt comfortable discussing her physical attributes in front of me. I knew that I should have been offended, but I wasn't. In fact, listening to them gave me an erection. But I acted like it was okay. I'd roll my eyes and make comments about their immaturity. Then, one day when they didn't know that I was around, I overheard them talking about their desire to fuck my mother. They talked about fucking her cunt, fucking her in the ass, having Mom suck their cocks. They wanted her to suck one guys cock while she had cocks pounding into her cunt and ass at the same time. Willie said that he wanted to fuck her titties. I experienced a brief flash of anger, then realized that my cock was trying to rip through my jeans. I immediately ran home, hopped in the shower, and jacked off to visions of my friends gang-banging my mother.

Early in the summer, Bubba went off to spend a month with his grandparents and Rex went to a church summer camp. It was the first time that Willie spent the night at my house alone. Bubba had done it twice.

We went to bed early because we planned to get up at first light, and do some wade fishing in Lafitte's Lagoon, a football field sized inlet off of Karankawa Bay. Mom knocked on the door after Willie and I had slipped under the covers, wearing our pajamas.

"Are y'all decent?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am."

It was our nightly tucking-in ritual. She putt the covers up to my chin, kissed me on the forehead, and said, "Sweet dreams, honey." Then she walked around to Willie's side of the bed, and did the same for him. When she kissed him, his eyes were as wide as saucers, staring at the voluptuous cleavage mere inches away from his face. "Sweet dreams, Willie," and walked out of the room.

"Holy shit," Willie gasped. "I can't believe it. Buddy talked about it for months after he spent the night here. I thought that he was bullshitting. I thunk I've died and gone to heaven."

"I thought that your eyes were going to pop out of your head," I chuckled.

Willie cleared his throat, "Er ... you remember when we had the back yard camp-out, and your mom came out of the bathroom naked?"

I laughed. "That happened nearly two months ago, and you're the first one who's mentioned it to me since then."

"We've talked about it a lot, but just not when you're around. We didn't want to embarrass you or anything."

"So, you think that when people at school are looking at me in the hallways and whispering that I don't know that they're talking about my mother's naked body?"

"Well ...uh ...I -"

"Look, Willie," I laughed. "Who could keep something like that a secret? Come on! That was a big deal. You had to tell at least one or two other people. Bubba and Rex just had to tell somebody. And those somebodys told other somebodys. Now, every kid at Frank Caulfeld Elementary, Aaron Cook Junior High, and Chemical City High knows about it."

"And you're not mad?"

"The next day, after y'all left, Mom laughed about it. She said that every kid in town was going to know about her little show by the end of the week." I said. "If Mom wasn't upset about it, why should I be."

He thought about it for a while, shook his head, and said, "Your mother is really cool."

"The coolest and hottest Mom in town."

"I'll never forget that moment," Willie sighed. "She stepped out of the bathroom totally fucking naked, at the exact time you and me and Bubba and Rex walked into the hallway."

"She thought that we were in our tents in the back yard."

"It was the first time that I had seen a real live naked woman. It was like time stopped, and we all stood there. We got a good look at her tits and pu --"

"Pussy," I said, trying to sound bored.

"Her pussy," Willie said.

I chuckled, "Actually, all we saw was Mom's pubic hair. It's so thick that it completely covered the pubic mound."

"Yeah, then she turned and ran to her bedroom."

"And you got a good look at Mom's bare ass."

He propped himself up on his right elbow. "I've never seen tits that close before."

"I have to put up with that almost every night of my life," I whined.

"How often do you jack off?"

"You're assuming that I jack off."

"Pop says that everybody jacks off, especially kids our age."

"Your father said that?"

"Yeah. He caught me the other day, and I begged him not to tell Mama. He said that he wouldn't and told me not to worry about it. He said that he jacked off every time he had the chance when he was my age."

"Cool!" I said. "My father would've had me stoned outside the city gates if he caught me."

"What!?!"

"It's how they dealt with bad kids back in Old Testament times."

"So, how often do you do it?"

I thought about making another wise ass remark, then decided to be totally honest with Willy. "Like your father, every chance I get. If I'm sure that I'm going to be alone with my dick for more than five minutes, I jack off."

"Me too! You wanna do it now?"

I was shocked.

"You've never done it with another guy before?"

"Have you?"

"Yeah, my cousin Mike and a buddy of his."

"They're queer?"

"We didn't suck each other's dicks or corn hole each other. We just jacked off. They both have girlfriends that they fool around with." Willie said. "Pop said that he and his older brother were jack off buddies. He also said that he had a jack off buddy when he was in a German prisoner of war camp for three years."

"Your father told you that!"

"Yeah. When he caught me doing it, and told me that it was normal for kids our age, he asked if I had any jackoff buddies. I lied at first, until he told me about his brother and POW buddy. Then I told him the truth."

"I can't believe it," I whispered. My cock was already hard from watching him stare at Mom's tits. Now, it was so hard that it ached.

"Do you still like me?" he asked, obviously worried. "We're still friends, aren't we?"

"Sure! Of course we are," I said, and decided that I could be totally honest with him. "I've thought about it before. I've thought about it a lot."

"Want to?"

I looked under the covers and saw that Willie was already stroking his cock. He was a head taller than me, with a heaver build. I was five feet, two inches and 90 pounds. I wasn't skinny enough for my ribs to show. But my cock was a lot larger than his.

"Do you have a towel or something we can cum on?"

"I usually cum in my socks."

"I wanted to see you cum."

I went to my dresser and pulled an old tee shirt out of the underwear and sock drawer.

"Wanna get naked," he asked.

I stripped my pajamas of and got back into bed. Willie stripped and we resumed out masturbation. It was a huge turn-on to watch another boy stroke his cock. Our throbbing shafts were soon lathered with pre-cum, and our fists made slurping sounds as they slid rapidly up and down.

"I'm gonna cum!" he grunted, stroking hard and fast. He groaned as ropes of cum erupted from his cock.

I came as soon as I saw him cum.

The bedroom door swung open and Mom was two strides into the room before she realized what was happening. She stopped, stared, then quickly retreated. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I heard moaning and thought that one of you was ill." She backed out of the room, closing the door."

I quickly put my pajama bottoms on and rushed out into the hallway. "You're not gonna tell Dad, are you?"

"Of course not."she said. "And don't look so damned guilty. Masturbation is natural, especially at your age."

"But doing it with ...?"

"A friend?" she chuckled. "Yes. Don't tell them that I told you so, but I fooled around a lot with your Aunt Betty and Aunt Jo."

"No kidding?"

"No kidding. Now, go in there and tell Willie that he has nothing to worry about, and that I won't disturb you guys again."

I returned to the room and said, "Everything's okay. Mom's not going to say anything to anybody, and she won't disturb us again."

There was a tap on the door, and Mom said, "We're even now, Willie. You saw mine and I saw yours."

I stroked my cock and said, "I thought you said that you weren't going to disturb us any more."

"Sorry," she laughed. "I just had to get that last bit in."

"You always have to have the last word," I said, with my ear to the door, while slowly stroking.

"It's not that," Mom said. "I just wanted to make certain that Willie will be comfortable around me from now on. Since we've each seen each other totally naked, there's no reason to be uncomfortable."

Willie joined me at the door, grinning and stroking.

I whispered to Willie, "Say something to her."

"Yeah, Mrs. Harris. I ... guess we're even," he giggled.

"Willie's father caught him masturbating, and - "

"Ray!" Willie protested.

"Said the same thing that you did. That it's normal for teenagers. He told Willie that it was even normal to have jack off buddies."

"Are you crazy?" Willie hissed.

"Ray, I wish that your father was as open-minded as Willie's instead of being so damned puritanical about nudity and sex."

Willie perked up. "My mother is the same way about nudity and sex. Pop said that it was the way that she was raised. She was taught that ladies don't enjoy sex, but it's their duty to serve their husband."

"And my husband was taught that sex is for procreation, not recreation."

I suddenly felt exceptionally bold, and said to Willie, loud enough for Mom to hear clearly, "I heard Mom telling one of her friends that Dad doesn't do it more than once a month, and when he does do it, it's missionary position, under the covers, with the lights out. Wam bam, thank you ma'am, and it's over."

"Ray!" Mom said "You're not supposed to be eaves dropping on my private conversations, and you definitely should not be telling your friends about your mother's sex life, or lack thereof."

"What's missionary position?" Willie asked.

"Well, I don't know if I should be telling you about sexual positions," she said. "But what the hell? Missionary position is when man and woman copulate with the woman lying flat of her back and the man lies on top of her. It's called the missionary position because that's the way missionaries told the Pacific Islanders that that was the only proper way to do it. They forced the Islanders to stop using other positions and to do it only in bed, and not out in the open where God and everybody could watch them."

"They did it out in the open?" Willie gasped.

We were pumping our fists in earnest now.

"They did it whenever, wherever and with whomever they wanted to do it," Mom said. Her breathing seemed a little irregular. "The natives didn't wear clothes or practice monogamy until the bible-thumpers forced it upon them."

"I knew that I was born in the wrong place and time," I said.

"Me too," Willie agreed.

"Yeah," Mom sighed. "Me too."

Willie ejaculated on my leg, and I came on the door.

"I need to get to bed," Mom said. "Do y'all need to be tucked in again before I go."

"Yes!" Willie exclaimed.

We quickly got into the bed, and under the covers.

Mom went to Willie's side first, tucked the covers under his chin, kissed his forehead and whispered sexily, "I'm afraid that I may have gotten a little carried away with our conversation, and said some things that might be considered inappropriate by some members of our hypocritical society. I would appreciate it if our conversations could be kept confidential, if you know what I mean."

"Yes ma'am. You don't have to worry about me."

"Thank you," she said, kissing his forehead again. "Sweet dreams, Willie."

Mom leaned over Willie to my side of the bed. "I don't think that you deserve a goodnight kiss, you eavesdropper and tattle tale. Do you plan on telling everyone you know about your mother's sexual frustrations?"

"No ma'am."

"Good," she laughed and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't much of a kiss really. Just a peck on the lips. Maybe a little more than a little peck. A little lingering peck. "Sweet Dreams, Baby."

Mom was almost out the door when she noticed globs of cum on the floor. She left the door open. We heard water running in the bathroom, then she returned with a damp wash cloth. She closed the door from the inside and saw more cum oozing down the inside of the door. She wiped that up. "From now on, you naughty boys can clean up your own messes. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am," we chorused.

"Oh my God," Willie moaned. "Your mother knows that we were jacking off while we were talking to her."

"Yeah," I agreed. "But she didn't seem too upset about it. She had a big smile while she was cleaning up our cum."

"I can't believe that I was this close to her boobs," he said, holding his right hand inches away from his face. "God, I love her tits."

I laughed. "Yeah, I know. You want to fuck them."

"What?"

"I eavesdropped on you and Buddy and Rex talking about wanting to fuck my mother. You said that you wanted to titty fuck her. Stick your cock between her boobs squeeze them together and fuck them until you shot cum on her face and in her mouth."

"You heard ... uh, I'm sorry, man. I..."

"It's okay," I laughed. "I had never heard of titty fucking before. Never even thought about it. Now, I think about it every time she tucks me in."

"You mean that you're not pissed at us for talking like that about your mother?"

"The only thing that I was pissed off about was not being able to talk to anyone about wanting to fuck my mother," I said. "You can talk to anyone about wanting to titty-fuck my mother. No one's going to think you're a sicko. You're just a another normal horny teenager. What happens if I tell other guys that I want to titty-fuck Mom and cum all over her face in in her mouth? The word will spread, and I'll become a sicko pervert wanna be motherfucker."

"Yeah!" Willie said. "Just like I can't talk to anybody about me and my cousin and his buddy jacking each other off. If the word gets out, I' a queer faggot bastard."

"You've stroked other guys' cocks?"

Willie looked a little scared and nervous as he nodded.

"You queer faggot bastard," I said, taking his cock in my hand and slowly stroking it.

"And you're a perverted weirdo wannabe motherfucker," he giggled, wrapping his fingers around my cock.

We lie there in silence, fondling and caressing each other's genitals.

"I have dreams about fucking Mom."

"Me too," Willie said. "Not about you fucking your mother. About me fucking your mother."

"I have wet dreams about you and Bubba and Rex fucking Mom. I dream about squeezing Mom's tits together and sucking her nipples while you're titty fucking her."

"Holy shit!"

"And sometimes, I jack off, imagining jacking off while I watch all of you fucking her at once," I said.

"Your cock just got harder, Ray. It's as hard as a fucking rock."

"Yeah, It got like that when I listened to y'all talking about fucking Mom."

"I want to titty fuck your mother, " Willy said. "And I want you to watch while you're squeezing her tits together. I want you to watch me shoot my cum in your mother's mouth and all over her face."

I came, and Willie came.

Willie cleared his throat. "Have you ever watched people fuck?"

"No. You?"

"Lot's of times."

"Really? Who?" I asked, stroking his cock.

"The neighbors in the house across the alley."

"You peep in their windows?"

"Yeah."

"Aren't you afraid of being caught?"

"Yeah, of course. But the danger sorta makes it hotter."

"What have you seen?"

"I've seen them fuck in about every possible position."

"No kidding?"

"No kidding. Want to go see if they're fucking now?"

I nodded and we got dressed. I unlatched the window screen, and we slipped out into the bright moonlit night. We slunk along the alleys and between houses to avoid the well lit suburban streets. On the way, Willie explained that the couple, Larry and Beth Flynn, hired him to mow their lawn every other week. Mr. Flynn also paid him for occasional odd jobs, like helping plant the oleander bushes along the cyclone fence for privacy, because they liked to keep their windows open. Willie also helped build the carport in the back yard.

"The next door neighbors and the neighbors across the alley can't see into the Flynn's back yard, making it safe for peeping Tom's, like us," Willie said. "And, unlike your father, they have the lights on when they're fucking."

We entered their garage through a side door, then entered the back yard through the garage's back door. "You don't have to worry about them seeing you," Willie explained. "It's like the police line-ups you see on TV. They're on the lighted side of the screen, like suspects, and we're on the dark side of the screen, like witnesses."

When we got to the bedroom window, Mr. Flynn was lying on his back, naked, stroking a huge cock. Mrs. Flynn entered the bedroom, wearing a black lace Frederick's of Hollywood negligee, with open nipples and open crotch. "Do you approve?" she asked coyly.

"You bet your sweet fuckin' ass I do, Baby. Come here and let me suck your hard nipples, and finger fuck your hot juicy cunt, to prepare it for a good, hard fucking with with this," he said, slowly stroking his massive member.

We had a perfect view of him sucking one nipple while pinchinf the other nipple with his right hand and moving two fingers in and out of her cunt. Then we heard the crackle and some unintelligible chatter of a police radio. Then we saw the sweep of a flashlight in the carport.

"Cops!" Willie hissed. "Follow me. Watch out for clotheslines." We dashed through the oleanders and climbed over the first fence. Willy was leaping cyclone fences. I vaulted them. I couldn't keep up with his long-legged strides. He stopped once, looked back and motioned me to hurry up. I heard a loud twang and a thud behind me. "Come on! Hurry up!" he urged leaping a fence into the alley and then another one into another back yard. Then I heard sirens closing in on us from all directions. Th next thing I knew, we were on my street, less than two blocks from home. We were running unimpeded through front yards. Then there was a car coming toward us.

Willie grabbed my right arm and yanked. "This way." he said.

Tires screamed on the pavement, followed by a swishing sound, a thud and the crash of metal against metal. Somebody screamed, "Mother-Fuckers!"

Then, we were at my bedroom window, and Willie was holding the screen open for me. "Hurry. Get in."

I dove in and rolled on my bedroom floor. Willie came in behind me and latched the screen.

We were panting heavily and shaking like palm fronds in a hurricane.

"What have my naughty boys been up to?" Mom asked.

Again, we heard the crackle and chatter of a police radio in the alley. A spotlight played on the back of our house.

"Stay here," Mom commanded. "Get out of those clothes and into bed."

She left the room, and a moment later we hard her in the back yard, saying, "Officer! Officer! What's happening. Am I in danger?"

"It would be a good idea for you to stay inside and lock the doors and windows, ma'am." Were looking for two suspects who were last seen --"

"All units. All units disregard the officers down call. Neither officer is seriously injured. Unit six, investigate the officer-involved auto accident at Nineteenth Street and Third Avenue."

"What happened officer?"

"We had a report of two prowlers at 1709 Second Avenue. The suspects fled and we had a report of an officer down a few houses west of that location. Then another officer was reported down. We naturally assumed that we had two armed and dangerous suspects."

"What happened to the officers?"

"That's unknown, ma'am."

We peered out the window as two more city patrol cars, a sheriff's office car, a state trooper, and a constable arrived.

The cops gathered around, obviously ogling Mom's boobs. "I'm sergeant Manley, ma'am. May I use your phone."

"Certainly," she replied cheerfully, turning and leading him to the house. "You can use the wall phone in the kitchen."

A moment later we heard Mom and the cop enter the back door, then, "This is Manley. What happened to Wagner and Phillips?"

There was a long silence as he listened.

"What happened to the officers, Sergeant Manley," Mom asked breathily.

"Well, officer Wagner ran into a clothesline while pursuing the suspects. He landed hard on his back and the back of his head, rendering him momentarily unconscious, causing an officer down report from a citizen. Officer Phillips is an older man, near retirement age. He's overweight and out of shape. He climbed over a fence in pursuit of the suspects, and fell to the ground, breathing heavily with his hand on his chest, resulting in another officer down report."

"What about the wreck?"

"Detective Kline was speeding east-bound to the officer down reports, when he saw the suspects running west-bound. Hr attempted a hook slide 'U' turn, hit a wet spot in the intersection, caused by a leaking fire hydrant and hydroplaned into a parked car."

"He wasn't hurt, was he?"

"No ma'am. He'll be fine."

"What, exactly, did the suspects do?"

There was a long pause. "Well, ma'am we don't know for certain that they did anything. They may have been peeping Toms, but peeping Toms are usually loners. They could have been burglars. We don't know."

"Oh," Mom said sweetly, "So our police department prevented them from committing any crime tonight."

"Yes ma'am Manley said pridefully."

We heard the back door shut, then saw Mom escorting Manley back to the alley. "Thank you all for keeping our neighborhood safe," she said. "I'll sleep more soundly knowing that our police department is on the job." She turned, and walked back to the house, swaying her ass more than normal.

Then she stood in my doorway, fists on hips, arms akimbo, giving us a stern look. "My naughty boys aren't burglars, are they?"

"No ma'am," we said in unison.

Mom cracked up, fell onto my bed and laughed uncontrollably, rolling and holding onto her belly. "Chemical City Keystone Cops!"

As she laughed and rolled on the bed, her right bra strap slipped over her shoulder, causing the cup to sag and he right boob to fall out. She laughed and rolled some more before realizing that she was exposed. She stopped, gasped for breath and struggled to put the heaving breast back into the bra. Then she looked at us, giggled, and lost control again. Her laughter was contagious. Willie and I cracked up. Again, the bra strap started to slip. She grabbed it, jerked it back into place, and it broke. Her tit popped out again, and she sat there staring at it, giggling. She looked at us, looked back at her titty, looked at us, looked at her titty. She cupped it in her right hand, lifted it up toward her face and said, "Can't you behave and stay where you belong, Titty? Or do you like having those naughty boys staring at you?"

Then she let the titty go, and sat there with her eyes closed, taking long, slow deep breaths. She'd giggle then concentrate on breathing. Finally she got it under control and looked directly at us, ignoring her exposed breast.

"Okay," Mom sighed. "If my naughty boys aren't burglars, they must be peeping Toms." her voice was a nonjudgmental statement of fact.

We looked at each other then back at mom.

"Wait a minute," Mom said. "1709 Second Avenue. That would be right across the alley from your house, Willie."

"Yes, ma'am, it is."

"So y'all were spying on your neighbor."

We nodded our heads guiltily.

"How often do y'all do this?"

"It was the first time, Mom."

"But it wasn't your first time, was it, Willie."

Willie hung his head.

"Do you now these people well?"

"He mows their lawn and does odd jobs for them," I said.

"Allow Willie to give his own answers. What sort of odd jobs do you do for...what are their names?"

"Larry and Beth Flynn."

"What sort of work have you done for them?"

"He had a garage built that opens to the alley, and I helped him paint it. I dug the holes for the oleander bushes."

"Oleander bushes?"

"Yes ma'am. They like to have their windows open, but don't want neighbors or people in the alley looking in, so they planted oleanders all around the back yard for privacy."

"What else?"

"I helped him put his bed together. He built it himself."

"While you were mowing the lawn or doing the odd jobs, did you ever see either of them naked?"

Willie looked astounded. "Well ... uh ...yeah. I saw Beth ... uh ... Mrs. Flynn a few times."

"She wants you to call her Beth?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me about each time you saw her naked."

"I think that the first time, and a time or to after that. I would be trimming the grass around the foundation of the house, and saw her taking a nap, naked. Then, once, I went into the house to go to the bathroom, and her bedroom door was open, and she was standing at her dresser, looking in the drawers for something."

"Naked?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"What did she do?"

"She picked up a blouse or something, and covered herself, and said that she had to remember to keep the door closed when I was there."

"Did sh seem embarrassed or shocked?"

"No. I don't think so."

"That's why you don't worry about them seeing you when you're peeping?"

"At night, it's like those line-ups you see in cop movies. People on the lighted side of the screen can't see anyone on the dark side."

"Did you figure that out by yourself, or did they show you."

"No. I..."

"They showed you."

"Yeah, Larry did in a way."

"In what way?"

"It had gotten dark while we were putting the bed together. He left me to finish tightening up some bolts while he went outside to something - to move the lawn sprinkler. Yeah. Then I heard him ask me to hand him the channel lock pliers. I looked around and didn't see him. Then he told me that he was just outside the bedroom window, and for me to unlatch the screen and give him the pliers."

"So Larry and Beth invited you to spy on them and provided you with security. They let you know that the oleanders prevented neighbors from seeing the back yard, and showed you that you could watch them, while they couldn't see you."

He looked at Mom then at me, then back at Mom. "Holy shit ... uh ... holy cow. I can't believe it."

Mom chuckled, "And I'll bet that they fuck every time you go to spy on them."

"Yeah."

Mom said the word "Fuck" so casually that I nearly missed it.

"And, I'm betting that you always have an excellent view of the action. Even when he's performing cunnilingus."

"Cunni...what?"

"Cunnilingus. When he's eating her pussy," Mom said matter of factly. "You see his tongue licking her cunt, right."

"Yeah."

"Then, he's doing it for show. If he was doing it for real, his face would be buried in her pussy, and you wouldn't be able to see her pussy or his face, and definitely not his tongue."

"They want me to watch?"

"The show is just beginning or is about to begin when you get there. They're never just finishing up, and they're never asleep."

Willie thought about it for a long time. "You're right. I always get there when they're beginning."

"Think," Mom said. "Ray, tell me exactly what they did last night."

"Larry was lying on the bed, holding his cock and sliding his hand up and down."

"Was his cock completely hard or was it in the process of getting hard. Was there any pre-cum."

"It ... his cock ... wasn't completely hard. Almost. But it finished getting hard quick. I didn't notice any pre-cum on his cock yet."

"Then what?"

"Beth comes in from the hallway. Probably from the bathroom, wearing a Fredericks of Hollywood nightie, with an open crotch. We could see her cunt. The bra part had holes in it to show her nipples."

"What did Larry do when she entered?"

"He kept lying there, stroking his hard cock and looking at her."

"Did he turn his body toward her? Or just his head?"

"Just his head," I said. "Oh, I see now. If he had turned his body, we wouldn't have had a good view of his huge cock."

"You're catching on."

"She asked him if he approved, and he said something like 'You bet your sweet fuckin' ass I do, Baby. Come here and let me suck your hard nipples, and finger fuck your hot juicy cunt, to prepare it for a good, hard fucking with with this.' and he kind of shook his cock at her," I said, and my cock throbbed. "And I remember, we had a perfect view of him sucking one nipple while pinching the other nipple with his right hand and moving two fingers of his left hand in and out of her cunt."

"And then?"

"Then the cops arrived, and we hauled ass."

"Willie, I assume that you've watched them fuck in a great variety of positions."

"Yes ma'am. I've seen him fuck her missionary style, doggy style. He's fucked her from behind while they're laying on their sides."

"And they've never done that when they're facing away from you."

"They've always faced me so I could watch his cock moving in and out of her pussy," he said. "They're putting on a show for me."

"And after he cums, you get a good view of his semen oozing out of her pussy, her ass or her mouth."

"Yes ma'am. Every time!"

"How do they know when you enter the yard?"

"I don't know," Willie said.

"There must be something that triggers an alarm in the house."

"I have to go in through the garage door," Willie said. "I mean the little side door, not the big overhead door."

"Yes ma'am. The same way me and ray left. Over the fence and through the oleanders."

"Of course," Mom said. "It's just a wall of leaves. It looks almost impenetrable, like you'd have to hack your way through. But, the limbs are limber, and you just swish through."

"Willie, my naughty boy, I do believe that they're setting you up for blackmail."

"They're going to catch you peeking one of these nights, and threaten to file trespassing and whatever law there is against peeking in people's bedroom windows."

"What can they get out of me?"

"He just might want to shove his huge hard cock up your lovely teenage ass and give you a good, hard fuckin'," she said. "More than likely, they just want you to join in on the fun. But there's the chance that they're not nice people, and may want you to participate in ways that you may not want to participate."

Willie said, "I've worked for Larry and Beth at least one day a week for nearly nine months. I like them. I think that they're good guys. If they are setting me up to catch me, I don't think that they'll blackmail me into doing stuff that I don't want to do."

"There's safety in numbers. I'm sure that they saw that you brought a friend tonight."

"Saw me and Ray?"

"If I were setting their operation up, I would make certain that the alarm triggers when you enter the garage. I could be in the bathroom, watching through the window by the time you walked out of the garage," Mom said, and took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm guessing that you have to cross some open ground between the north-east corner of the garage to the south west corner of the house."

"Twenty or twenty-five feet."

"And I suppose that you pause for a moment before making that dash."

"Ahh," Willie laughed. "You're wrong."

"You don't pause or hesitate?"

"I don't make a dash," he said triumphantly. I stick to the garage walls and the oleanders until I get to their bedroom window."

"Oh, That's good. They get to get a good long look at you," Mom said. "So, they got a real good look at you and Ray while y'all circumnavigated their back yard. They'll probably want Ray to enjoy a few more performances to make certain that he is addicted before they spring the trap."

"You really think that they're going to try to trap me," Mrs. Harris.

"I'm absolutely certain of it," Mom stated. "If they're good guys, like you believe, one of them will catch t naughty boys in the act and invite y'all to join the fun. If they're bad guys, they'll threaten to expose you to the entire world as a couple of , creepy little Peeping Toms, unless you cooperate with them and let them do with you as they wish."

"No!" Willie said. "They're good people. I know they are."

"Then you've got nothing to worry about." Mom said. Then she looked down at her right tit, surprised, as though she had forgotten that it was exposed. "May I borrow your pocket knife, Ray?"

I pulled my bone handled Case knife from my pocket and handed it to her. She opened the knife, casually cut the left bra strap, closed the knife and handed it back to me. Now, both of her tits were on display. Willie and I just stood and stared, open-mouthed.

"Y'all have already seen me totally naked when y'all had the back yard camp-out, remember." Mom laughed. "And my naughty son peeks in on me at every opportunity."

I gasped for breath. She knew!

"I'm sorry, Mom!"

"Don't be silly, Ray."

"If I didn't enjoy it, I would have stopped you. Instead, I tried to put a on as good a show as possible without you realizing that I knew that you were there."

"Wow!" Willie gasped.

"You naughty boys have no secrets from me. I overheard y'all talk about Bubba, Rex and Willie talking about wanting to fuck me. Willie, you said that you wanted to fuck my tits, and Ray, my very naughty little boy, wants to squeeze them together for you while he sucks on my nipples."

We were stunned. There was a long silence before Willie said, "You heard everything?"

"Then you knew that we were going to peek in on Larry and Beth."

"No, I missed that part. There was a lot of heavy breathing, then y'all came. I assumed that y'all had drifted off to sleep, so I went to bed and frigged my cunt to exhaustion. The sirens and the crash woke me."

"You're not mad?" I asked incredulous.

"Oh hell no. I'm so fucking hot right now! Don't y'all feel exceptionally horny. All that adrenalin rushing into the bloodstream. The excitement of eluding the cops. You had the entire night shift of the police department, a deputy sheriff, a state trooper, the constable, and God knows who else after your naughty asses. Doesn't it make you horny. You're always horny, but this is heavy duty horny. Right.

We looked at each other, then at Mom, and nodded our heads.

"And me, like a gangster's moll, I go and expose as much of my tits as possible and distracting the fuzz from the chase. That was so hot," she sighed. "And how about me bringing Sgt. Manley into the same house as the wanted fugitives?"

"Oh, man!" I laughed. "Willie and I couldn't stop laughing. I held a pillow over my face so hard that I nearly passed out."

"That is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me in my whole fucking life."

"Yeah, Me too," I said. It wasn't the most exciting thing that ever happened to me. It was the only exciting thing in my life. For once in my life, I was a rebel - an outlaw. Sure, it was an accidental rebellion. The only thing on my mind when we left the house, was watching naked people fuck. There was no thought of consequences. It was an adventure. Slinking through the alleys and between houses, trying to stay in the shadows. That was the most exciting thing that I had done up to that point in my life. Then, watching real naked people fuck while me and my best friend watched stroking our cocks and frquently looking at each other and grinning like idiots. At that point, I thought that I was on the verge of sensory overload. I was aware of everything. My senses were were operating at full capacity. I felt electrified. My body hummed.

Then I saw the flashlight beam filtering through the oleander leaves and hear the squelch of the police radio. I froze. Willie yanked my arm, and the fight or flight response kicked in full throttle. It was wild. It was frightening. It was thrilling. Then, the climax ; the screeching tires and the metallic crash. Memories of The Adventure exploded in my brain - in fast motion, in slow motion, in freeze frame. And they overlapped and melded. The cops chasing and Larry finger fucking Beth while sucking her hard little nipples. The cops yelling obscenities. The cop car coming at us then passing us and crashing. My cock was so hard, I was afraid that it would split the skin.

"I wanna do it again." Willie said. Then he looked down at the bulge in his jeans. "And you're right, Mrs. Harris, it makes me so fucking horny, I can't fucking stand it."

"Fuck my titties, Willie," Mom said. "You said that you wanted to stick your hard cock between my tits, and fuck them while my son squeezes them together, and sucks his mama's nipples."

I don't really remember stripping. One moment, we were standing around the bed, talking about The Adventure. Then, as if by magic, we were all on the bed, naked. Willie was rubbing his cock all over her boobs. Mom guided my hands to her boobs. "Squeeze them, Baby. Suck 'em. Suck your mama's nipples, like you did when you were a baby."

Everything was so surreal. It was dreamlike. An out-of-body experience. It wasn't like I was float above the action, watching myself. It was more like I was backed against the back of my skull, looking through my eye sockets. Or maybe it was like having two minds, with each being aware of the other. There was my intellectual mind and my physical mind. The intellectual overruled the physical before The Adventure. The intellect freed the physical only for frequent masturbation sessions. Other than that, the physical was securely restrained whenever other people were around. Now, the physical had experienced freedom. True Freedom, not just masturbation breaks.

The intellect keeps repeating, "I can't believe that I'm a mother-fucker." Then, Mom's fingers wrapped around my hard shaft, and pulled me toward her, rubbing my cockhead against her open cunt and her clit. The head disappeared, "Push, Ray," Mom whispered in my ear. "Push your beautiful cock into mama's cunt. Fuck me. Fuck your mother, mother fucker. I know that you've had wet dreams about fucking me. How many times have you jacked off, thinking about fucking me?"

"Mama's wanted it, too, baby. Your mother has wanted this for a long time. I love knowing that you fantasize about fucking me and watching me get fucked.." The first time was missionary style, lights on. No covers.

"My body is your sexual amusement park," Mom announced. "Enjoy!"

And we enjoyed! Then, exhausted, we fell asleep, but the orgy continued in dreamland.

The Big Bend alarm clock jangled us out of a deep sleep.

"Get up and shower," Mom said. "Luther will be home soon."

When we got out of the shower, Mom informed us that Dad called and told her that he was working a double shift. "The party can continue." But it continued at a slower, more relaxed pace, in contrast to the frantic cock-ramming of the night. It was fun and entertaining and educational. Mom began teaching us the art of love-making. She taught us how to kiss and caress and fondle. She taught us the importance of foreplay and erogenous zones. We learned the anatomy of a vagina.

The telephone interrupted our lessons.

Mom answered and said, "It's for you, Willie. It's your father."

He spoke briefly to his father, hung up the phone and said, "Larry called Pop this morning and told him that he was planning a big landscaping job, and told me to call him."

"Call him," Mom said. "I'll listen in on the kitchen phone."

Willie dialed the number and held the receiver so I could listen in with him.

"Hello."

"Mr. Flynn, this is Willie. You wanted me to call?"

"Call me Larry. I thought that we had dispensed with the 'mister' crap."

"What did you want, Larry?"

"Beth wants a rock garden. She grew up in west Texas and misses the desert. I've already marked off the area for the garden. I need to remove the turf. It'll be a big job. Do you have a friend or two who might want to earn a few extra bucks. It's going to be hard work."

"Yeah," Willie said. "I'm spent the night with Ray Harris, and I'm still at his house. You wanna talk to him?"

"Yes. Please put him on."

"Ray," Willie said loudly. "Larry wants to talk to you."

"Hello?" I said.

Larry repeated what he had told Willie, and asked if I was interested.

"Yes, Sir!" I said. "When do we start?"

"I'd like to get going on this as soon as possible. How soon can you and Willie get here?"

"We're on our way," I said, straining to keep from laughing.

"See you in a few." he said, and I hung up.

"Told ya," Mom said. "He saw you sneaking into his back yard last night, and wants to meet you and get to know you."

"Let's get dressed and get going," Willie said.

"I'll go with y'all," Mom said. "I want to meet your father, and Lusty Larry Flynn."