Incest/Taboo Peeping Tom

I was currently in the process of a divorce. My job required that I travel a lot, and as such, I had come home quite unexpectedly from a trip out of town. Hoping to pleasantly surprise my wife, I was the one surprised as I walked in and found her in bed with another man. I had moved out shortly after that, and had most recently moved into the new Condominium I had found close to the office I worked in.

It was not a lavish place by any means, certainly affordable for me, especially under the circumstances. However, the grounds were nice, well-maintained, good security...and as I soon discovered, neighbors across the way that made my particular unit selection an added bonus.

At thirty-eight, I looked closer to thirty than to forty. I still had dark brown hair without a hint of grey in it yet, kept in reasonably good shape as I enjoyed running in the morning before heading off to work. I wasn't a workout nut by any means, but stayed healthy enough that I wasn't supporting any kind of a beer-gut either. Years ago, I had had my nose broken, which hadn't been set straight, so it was slightly off angle. Rather than making me look disfigured, or ugly, I'd been told it had instead given me a rather rugged looking appearance in a sexy way, so I'd never bothered with getting it fixed. But there was no real reason to worry about that either. After marrying my wife, all thoughts of other women (well except in the fantasy of my own mind perhaps) were out of the question, as I was...and had remained entirely faithful to her. Even now, we were still talking, but I was yet hesitant to forgive and forget. Sadly enough, this was the second time I had caught her in ten years, and it made me wonder if there had been other times, I wasn't aware of. Like they say, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Not sure what they say about the third time, but I say it would be, Stupid fucking fool." And I wasn't about to let myself become that.

It was in fact my very first weekend in my new place when things got really interesting. Though it hadn't been my intention to do what I did, circumstances that seemed far beyond my control seemed to dictate what did happen, and why. For one...it had been well over three month's now since I'd had sex with my soon to be ex-wife. Therefore, I was already climbing the walls from that. Sure...simple masturbation seemed a temporary solution, but the emotional stress I had been through had all but killed any kind of libido I used to have, so even that method of gratification seemed like a distant memory. I may not have known it at the time, but I was primed for some excitement, in whatever form it might come to me.

It was late in the afternoon by the time I had finished unpacking what little I had brought with me, putting it away. Most of my new furniture hadn't arrived yet, and wouldn't until Monday or Tuesday, so except for my favorite chair, and 50" flat screen, I didn't have much. Even my bed was nothing more than a blow-up mattress I had purchased to get by on until the following month when finances might permit me that luxury. As it was hot, I decided to walk out onto my cozy little patio, sip on a Corona, and get a bit more familiar with my surroundings and perhaps even a few of my neighbors. Little did I know at the time.

My deck basically had two safety railings that ran around it, decorative, though without any real privacy thrown into their thought when building them perhaps. I did notice that many of the other tenants in this complex had either erected plastic, or even in some cases, wooden screens that gave their deck patios a great deal more privacy.

The neighbor across the way wasn't one of them. Thiers's was just like mine. Two railings, entirely open. Perhaps it was being on the third level, like I was...that the thought of needing additional privacy on their balcony porch didn't seem necessary. Though for the six other units all on this level, we all had a clear view of everyone else's business so it seemed, though there was only one other unit situated next to mine that was open as well. Perhaps they didn't see the need either, a young couple who I met a few days later, introducing themselves as David and Crystal. At the moment however, it was the young woman across the small court that separated our respective units that caught my eye...and me hers as it turned out. Though that too I wasn't to discover for a few days yet.

Like I said, there I was, sipping my beer, enjoying the view, when the view suddenly got a whole lot better. Across the way, movement caught my eye, and I was just in time to see a young dark-haired beauty wearing an emerald green bikini come strolling out. She set down what appeared to be a pitcher of iced-tea next to her on the table, and then spread out a big fluffy looking towel down on the lounge chair she soon climbed into. I looked away, pretending to be interested in something else, not wanting her to suddenly look up and over at me, and find me staring at her. I needn't have worried. By the time I looked back, she had rolled over in her chair, face down now, looking the other way.

I was free to look all I wanted to.

From the quick scrutiny of her I had taken in, she was built like a brick shit house, perfect in every way. Large, but not overly large breasts, long...well rounded legs and thighs, and a nice tight ass that I could now even more clearly see, especially when she nonchalantly reached down and behind herself, actually pulling the bottoms up even tighter into the crack of her ass. Obviously, her intention of tanning them more than they already were. She had a great ass, and I wasn't normally an ass man, more of a boob man, but I found myself thinking about nibbling on that sweet ass of hers as I sat there. And that's of course when I realized I was sporting an erection. Something I hadn't felt now in one hell of a long time.

I had just about collected my wits, and had even congratulated myself on getting rid of my erection without doing anything, when she suddenly reached around herself once again, this time undoing the clasp on her bikini top. I think I got about a two-second look at the side view of her breast as it seemed to appear before she settled back face down into the lounge chair once again. Next thing I know, my once flaccid cock is suddenly hard again. I reached over taking a sip of my beer, only to find I had already drained it, now chastising myself.

"Good hell, what's wrong with me?" I actually said aloud to myself. "A two second view of the side of a bare breast, and I'm horny?" It was time for another beer at the very least. I walked back inside my condo, took another Corona from the fridge, indulged myself with a lime, and walked back out to my balcony. This time acting like it was my first trip out there or something. I didn't even glance across the way at first, scanning the horizon like I was looking for the second coming of Christ, lifting my beer to sip from it, and only then spinning on the balls of my feet, completing the perfectly choreographed performance. As I pulled away from my beer, now looking across the way, I was greeted with an entirely new, totally unexpected little surprise. She had turned over in her chair, now face up...two perfectly formed, beautiful bare breasts sitting there for all the world to see.

Well...me anyway.

The fact that she now had sun-glasses on made me a little nervous. And though the way her head was positioned, laying fully and completely back, I had to wonder if she had any kind of an idea, or could see me standing there gawking at her. I again feigned indifference, looked away, once more scanning the courtyard up-down, side to side, and casually strolled back over towards my own chair. I sat down, likewise hidden behind the covering of my own dark sunglasses which I'd had the forethought to put on before I had come strolling back out again. And now...I really was hard. Sitting there looking without trying to appear that I was. Wondering if she knew I was looking, or simply trying to pretend she didn't know that I was. Either way, she didn't seem to mind, and I was content to look for a bit longer at least, until my beer ran out again anyway, before heading back inside, where this time I'd remain. Leaving her to her privacy in being able to sun-bathe without being peeped on.

I had to laugh. I guess it really was official now. My name was Tom Matthews. So I guess that after all these years, I had finally made it official. I really was a Peeping Tom.

As I promised myself, I finished my second beer and headed back inside, carefully, and even quietly closing the sliding glass doors behind me as I did. I figured with the way the sunlight was sitting, that the glare and reflection pretty much kept my movements now inside the house pretty well concealed. Thus...standing just inside and back a bit, I still had a fairly decent view of my very young, very sexy neighbor, without her being able to see me. And then to my surprise, her sliding glass door opened, and another woman appeared. This one obviously much older, more along my age perhaps, and without a doubt, by the similarities in hair color, shape etc...more than likely the young girl's mother. She too was wearing a swim-suit, a two piece, not exactly a bikini, white in color, with breasts that hinted at being even slightly larger than her daughters. I wondered for a moment if "mom" might chastise her daughter for displaying herself like that, but she seemed to be ok with it, pouring herself an ice-tea from the pitcher, sitting it down, and then spreading out her towel on the adjacent lounge chair. What she did then however, blew me away. She simply reached back around herself, undid the clasp on her swim-top, and removed it. Unlike her daughter however, she stood there for a moment, actually cupping, as though massaging her very exposed breasts before taking her seat, settling back, and only then reaching for her iced tea. Daughter now sat up, moving her chair back into a sitting position. Mom and daughter now sitting side-by-side, bare breasts and all.

I realized only then, I'd been standing there stroking my cock through my very tented khaki shorts. A very large, very dark wet spot protruding through when I looked down at myself.

I actually felt ashamed of myself, and now really did feel like some sort of a pervert...worse than a Peeping Tom. It was time to go to the store and do some much needed shopping. I figured if nothing else, that would get my mind off my two very interesting neighbors. I couldn't help wondering where the husband/father was.

Oh well.

I still had a few things on my "to do list", and sitting there looking at my next door neighbors wasn't on the list, even though I wish it had been. I had a few groceries I needed to get, a few other odds and ends to pick up, not to mention a load of laundry that needed doing. Luckily for me, those that didn't have washer and driers in their units, had access to a very nice laundry facility down in the court-yard area. Two hours later I was back, put everything away, took a quick glance outside, but my neighbors had since then disappeared. I was almost glad they were, or I'd have started in on the new pack of Corona's I'd picked up no doubt.

It was time to do the laundry.

Gathering up what I did have, I made my way down the elevator to the courtyard, and then across to the laundry and exercise room adjacent to that. It was early evening, and I felt that most likely no one would be hogging all the washers and driers, especially as no one appeared to be using any of the treadmills, or exercise machines in the room next to it either. I walked in, hearing one washer and dryer actually being used. But there were five more than weren't. I started loading my clothes into a washing machine and started to open the new box of detergent I'd just purchased when the sound of a woman's voice behind me startled me.

"You really should sort those into whites and darks...or colors at least. You could end up with pink tighty-whiteys if you don't."

I realized then I was holding onto a pair of my white jockey shorts, looking for inadvertent skid marks perhaps, which likewise startled and embarrassed me as I hurriedly threw them back into the stack I had, as though having already come to the same conclusion.

"Yeah, I guess I really should," I responded, only then turning to take in who my unexpected companion was, and realizing that she looked vaguely familiar. Suddenly I realized, it was the young woman from across the way. A bit more demurely dressed now of course, though she was wearing a fairly short pair of shorts, along with a tight-form fitting tank-top. The second set of black straps at least told me she was wearing a bra beneath the tank, though I swore I could see a tiny well-formed set of protrusions, even then pressing against the material of her top.

"You're the new guy that just moved in right? I saw you earlier today," she added.

"Earlier?" I asked wondering.

"Yeah...while I was out sunbathing, you came out and stood next to the railing there, sipping a beer. Thought that was you."

"Oh yeah...guess I was," I said somewhat sheepishly. She had to have known.

"Bet that Corona tasted a lot better than the iced-tea I was drinking," she continued to smile. "Wish I'd had one...maybe next time you'll invite me over...neighbor," she grinned almost a bit too wickedly.

I lied, making a mental note not to walk outside with any beers for a few days. "Yeah, when I can afford another six-pack next payday," I told her. She frowned at that, nodding her head.

"We figured you were either divorced, or going through one. Most everyone here is, all except for the couple living right next to you, and the couple below us. Everyone else is either single, about to be...or looking. Though there is the gay couple next to us that have probably lived here the longest, along with the lesbian couple below us on the left side. Mom's divorced now too, almost a year now, which is one of the reasons I've living with her now. Moral support for the most part, though I also am helping her out financially as my father's still being a bit of a prick about all this. I like it here though. Nice and quiet, everyone seems to mind their own business, and no one complains much about anything. Kind of nice being able to sit outside and suntan in the nude without having a bunch of horny old letches staring at you."

Was she pointedly referring to me? "Yeah, I ah...didn't mean to appear to be staring at you," I stammered somewhat apologetically, if that's what she'd meant by her comment. "Didn't even see you at first...wasn't looking," (I lied) "But then when I did see you, I decided it was best to go back inside so you wouldn't think that," (Which really wasn't a lie.) She grinned at that though.

"Oh, didn't mind you looking, whether you were...or weren't. That's not what I meant by that when I said what I said. Being nude, open about it being casual is cool. It's the guys who look at you behind closed curtains, stand there and jerk off, and then go in and call the superintendant or something to complain about the girl sitting there with her tits hanging out that bothers me. Which is the main reason we moved in here in the first place. Last place we were staying at really was full of perverts. Especially one really old fat guy. Can't tell you the number of times I came in to get my laundry, only to find out that half my panties were missing. Even found one pair of them a few days later, laying on top of one of the washing machines, all crusty with his dried up yucky cum. Pissed me off too. They were one of my favorite pairs, didn't even bother washing them...just tossed them away before someone else came in and got grossed out seeing them, or worse, turned around and used them again like he had."

I was surprised by this somewhat intimate, albeit candid conversation about cum-filled panties and the like, and about being "Peeped" on, which I had done...though she was simultaneously trying to tell me that it was ok if I had been. I wasn't exactly sure what to think. And especially when she continued.

"Didn't figure you for one of those types. And hope that you aren't. Mom and I do a lot of nude sunbathing whenever we get the chance too, which is usually only on the weekends anyway as we both work. Though I only work part time in the mornings at a local Starbucks. I take classes in the afternoon, though Fridays are basically my free-days. I neither work, or go to school. That's my catch up on studies or assignments and then usually in the afternoon, a quip nap while grabbing some sun outside if I can." I nodded my head at her, still a bit bewildered by this conversation. "By the way, didn't catch your name yet," she said extending her hand to me. "My names Rebbeca, though my friends all call me Rub."

"Rob?" I asked, not quite sure I had heard her correctly. She giggled upon hearing that.

"No, not Rob...Rub. Stands for Rebbeca, Ursla, Benson. My full name. But like I said, my friends just call me Rub, or Becca."

"Tom," I said now shaking her hand. "Peeping Tom," I thought, answering instead: "Tom Matthews," and my friends...well, just call me Tom," I said feeling silly though she smiled at that.

"Well Tom, you want some help sorting your clothes?" She asked actually reaching over to begin doing that, but I quickly stepped over blocking her from doing so before she could. "No...ah, that's ok...don't have all that much, and nothing really red in here either, so not too worried about ending up with any pink underwear as you say."

Once again she grinned, and then moved over to the washing machine next to mine where she began removing the wet laundry. I swear she purposely held up a few pairs of delicate looking underwear, expecting them before tossing them into an open dryer behind her.

I turned on the washer, just as she started up the dryer, and then turned preparing to leave, just as she did...once again saddling up beside me as we left, following the path that would lead to the split path we'd leave one another at, heading our separate ways.

"By the way...you know why my friend's nick-named me Rub?" She asked.

"I thought you told me," I said. "You're name?"

"Sort of...but not entirely," she snickered. "They call me that, because I enjoy rubbing one out. Especially if someone is watching me at the time."

She left me standing there at the split in the path, heading off towards her place, leaving me to stand there staring after her as she soon after disappeared.

"Did I just hear what I thought I heard?" I said asking myself. And then slowly, almost painfully walked back to my place. I had another hard on again, and this time, I was bound and determined to do something about it.

I had fixed myself a light simple dinner, and then walked outside onto my balcony to have a smoke. I didn't smoke very much. A pack could last me almost an entire week, but there was something about having a smoke after eating, that or with a glass of wine. Not beer...wine. That was one of my own personal quirks. I took a drag on my smoke, looked about, once more pretending not to, and then looked across the way. I could clearly see the screen of my neighbors TV, which was as big as my own. I could also see someone sitting on the couch watching it, though whether it was "Rub...Becca" or her mother, I didn't know. "Rub," I said silently to myself, shaking my head. Thoughts once more abundant when she suddenly stood. It was her. And then she walked out onto her balcony. She still had her black tank top on, but it was clearly evident she was no longer wearing her shorts. The white panties she had on instead, as brief as her bikini bottoms had been. Maybe it really was no big deal, I mean after all, what was the difference between panties or a pair of bikini bottoms? Didn't seem to bother her either way, as she walked outside, saw me and waved. I waved back, sipping on my glass of wine, glad I hadn't brought out a beer instead. She'd have picked up on that too no doubt. Wondered if she liked wine. Figured I'd eventually find out.

I continued to stand there looking across the way. It was getting darker now, the sun just getting ready to set. It was beautiful outside. A good excuse to remain where I was, waiting on the sunset, neighbor or no neighbor...half naked or not. I glanced about, and then back towards her, expecting another wave, or head nod of that idiotic acknowledgement of one another's presence as we shared the quiet peaceful evening together a short distance apart. And then my eyes seemed to focus on where her hand was. Mainly because it had disappeared. All I really could see was the fact that it had slipped down inside the front of the panties she was wearing. Not like I could really see anything, but it was the fact that I couldn't see it, which was telling the real story. And it was even dark enough, that I wasn't sure I could even see movement, if her hand was moving...was doing, what my mind was now telling me she was doing. Standing there looking at me, from across the way. I wondered briefly if I should look away, go back inside...but her words froze me in place, or rather froze my eyes in place anyway.

"They call me that, because I enjoy rubbing one out. Especially if someone is watching me at the time."

"Was she? Really?"

And then as though she'd been reading my mind, I saw her lift up the front of the black tank she had on. The bra she'd been wearing earlier...gone. Once more I was staring at those beautiful pert tits of hers, staring at her as she lifted them in each one of her hands, and then boldly going so far as to encircle her nipples with her finger-tips, teasing them for me. She lowered one hand again, keeping one on her breast as she played with it, the other slithering back down the front of her panties again, this time making it clearly obvious that she was indeed fingering herself. I could feel the hard stiff press of my cock against my khaki shorts again, not to mention the coolness of the surrounding steel bar of my railing as it pressed against my erection through my shorts.

She turned to the side, at first I couldn't quite figure out what she was doing, or why. And then I noticed that her hand was sticking out of the bottom of her panties, balled into a fist, with just her thumb sticking out. She pointed at it, and then at me.

I nodded my head, grinning like an idiot savant, still not knowing what the hell she meant or was doing while standing there like that. She looked around as though checking to see if anyone else was outside, or looking over at her...or us, which I then did too. No one was, though her call over to me brought my attention immediately back to her.

"Take it out," she called, having removed her hand...sort of, though it was still down the front of her panties. Her other hand still fondling her breast as she turned back around once again facing me.

"What?" I called back glancing around again, just in case the sound of my voice had been picked up by all the other Peeping Tom neighbors, and that it might have alerted them to the fact that my neighbor across the way, was indeed...rubbing one out while I watched her.

"Show me your dick!" She called out a bit louder this time, and once again I was checking for a sudden flurry of patio lights coming on. None did. I looked back at her, answering.

"Yeah...right," I laughed as though she was just fucking with me, not being serious. And then she pulled her panties down, stepping out of them simultaneously removing her top. She now stood there entirely naked. Even as dark as it was starting to get, I could see she had no hair, or very little even if she did between her legs, though the position of her hand helped to conceal that. But now I could see, and quite clearly, that she was indeed fingering her cunt.

"Please?" She called out once again, this time in a little girl voice, expectant of a girl begging something of her daddy. "I want to look at it when I cum," she called out once more, this time making me fear even more so that someone would take notice of this conversation, and worse...pick up on the words being spoken. I surprised myself...maybe even her a little. I undid my belt, unzipped my zipper, and felt my khakis drop down around my ankles. I wasn't wearing any underwear, everything I had was still down in the washer, which I'd forgotten to go down and throw in the dryer. But at the moment, that was the last thing on my mind. She turned to the side again, which was a definite signal,

so I did, purposely moving my hand away, giving her the profile and silhouette I now knew she was hoping to see as the last bit of light slowly faded. Within moments, it was too fucking dark to see anything. Her or me. I heard what I thought was a soft audible moan, and then stood there watching her walk back into the house, still naked, where she stood in front of the light coming from the TV. She waved, blowing me a kiss. I waved back, dick sticking straight out in front of me, one hand stroking it. Additional movement...off to one side, her mom suddenly coming up to stand there beside her, looking over...daughter still standing, looking, turning. Talking to mom, waving again. They both did. I kicked off my shorts, turned...and walked back into my place.

I needed to go throw my clothes into the dryer. And then after that, I needed to take a cold shower. I found myself standing in the middle of my bedroom with a massive erection.

Fuck the shower.

When I woke up the following morning, I automatically took a quick peek through the window across the way on my way in to make coffee. As I did, I saw Becca's mother sitting outside on her balcony. She must have been waiting to try and catch a glimpse of me, as the moment I peered out, she waved. But it wasn't the friendly kind of wave either, it was the "come over here" kind that I was seeing. Curious, I walked out moving towards the railing. She called. "Thought you might like to know, we've got your laundry over here!"

"Fuck!" I thought to myself. I had gone to bed forgetting all about my wet laundry sitting in the washer. I'd been so consumed with jerking off, soon after falling asleep, that it had completely escaped me. "Thank you," I called over feeling stupid. "I'll come over and pick it up as soon as I've had a coffee," I informed Becca's mother.

"Don't bother with that," she called back. "Just put on a fresh pot. Meet you at the door," she basically insisted. I nodded my head and then went back inside. At the very least I needed to change out of the shorts I was wearing. I'd been living in the same pair of Khaki shorts now for the better part of three days. Bad enough I didn't have any clean underwear to put on, but I did have a clean pair of shorts and a reasonably decent shirt I could put on. That...and needing a quick shave. If I was about to meet my new neighbor on a more personal level, it was the least I could do. I had noticed as we'd been chatting across the way, that she'd been sitting there outside in her lounge chair again, wearing only what appeared to be some sort of light blue, lightweight cover up with either Japanese, or Chinese designs on it.

I had noticed when she had first waved at me, that it had parted slightly, quickly revealing that she either wore very little, or absolutely nothing on beneath it. Remembering when I had seen her slightly larger breasts the day before, I had to again chase those thoughts away, or I'd end up greeting her with another hard-on again. Fifteen minutes later I had crossed the courtyard and made my way up to their unit. I rang the doorbell and heard footsteps. Moments later the door opened. Becca's mother hadn't changed clothes at all, even though she was expecting me. Even as she took my hand in greeting, her silk-like Kimono parted briefly, giving me a quick glimpse, confirming what I had suspected before. It was more than likely, all she had on.

"Hi, I'm Darlene," she said introducing herself, stepping back and then adding. "Come in, come in...already poured you a coffee, just not sure what you'd care to put in it," she stated. "Tom is it?"

"Yeah Tom. Thank you. Black," I said following her into the kitchen now. She handed me my coffee, poured another for herself, and then led me back outside to the balcony again.

"Yeah, Rub thought you might have forgotten your laundry, went back late last night and put it in the dryer for you. I picked it up a little while ago, got it all folded," she said smiling demurely.

"Ah...thank you," I said really feeling foolish now for having forgot it, finding it somewhat odd that Becca's mother also called her by her rather interesting nickname. "Yeah, not really used to doing a lot of things for myself, guess I'm sort of out of practice when it comes to things like that."

"No worries, no big deal, you didn't seem to have all that much," though she smiled at me again, even allowing her eyes to drop down, looking at my groin momentarily. "Mostly underwear and stuff, " she seemed to be teasing. She had reached over, setting her coffee down on the small table that separated the two of us. When she did, her flimsy robe parted, one of her very large breasts suddenly and fully revealed. Even then, she didn't appear to notice that it was now poking completely out as she settled back into her seat again. Though I had certainly looked, I now purposely looked away, sipping on my own coffee as a means of something to focus on besides her bare boob. When she spoke to me again however, once more drawing my attention to her, her boob remained where it was.

"Rub should be up anytime now," she mentioned. "She always sleeps in a bit longer on Sunday's, but figured you'd be the up and at em kind of a guy, so thought I'd catch you before you went wandering down to the laundry room and discovered, or perhaps thought that someone had run off with all your clothing."

I smiled at her, again thanking her, but the obvious was simply too obvious to properly ignore any longer. "Yeah, appreciate your doing that, but...I probably should tell you, one of your...ah, one of your breasts is kind of showing."

Though she looked down as though needing to confirm it was first, she didn't react in quite the way I might have expected upon seeing it. She did laugh, chuckling. "Yeah, guess it is isn't it?" She then said, and then reached up sliding her massive mammary back inside the opening of her Kimono. "Love this," she said fingering the material, but it does tend to do that from time to time, flimsy as it is. Hope that didn't offend you or anything, but as I'm sure you've already guessed by now...neither Rub or I are very modest around here. No one else seems to mind too much either, though we do tend to have a few other like-minded neighbors living around here, which I'm sure you'll probably discover." She reached for her coffee again, and again her breast fell nearly all the way out again. And though I didn't sit there and stare at it exactly, it was hard not glancing at it from time to time as we spoke. Figured it was a moot point with her anyway, especially when she stood to go and refill our cups, coming back. I then noticed the sash on her Kimono had become even looser. Most of both breasts now wobbling and bobbing about as she walked over, leaning over, and setting my refilled coffee back down. I got a pretty good look at both of them when she did that.

The worst part was, I could feel myself getting aroused again. After all, it had been so long since I'd even been with a woman, and now seeing two of them virtually naked in as many days...was having a profound effect on me. Once more she was the first to notice that both breasts were clearly showing now. Once again she laughed. "Like I said, love the gown, but it doesn't stay closed very well. Sorry..."

"Don't be," I responded back, noticing that she made no effort to tuck her boobs back in again however.

"Good," she smiled leaving things as they were. "Like I said, Rub and I aren't very modest, and truth be told, we're probably more than a little exhibitionistic at times. Which again I am sure, you've already discovered. I did try to warn her about doing what she did though, told her not to scare you, or end up chasing you away already. You seem to be, or hopefully will be a good neighbor. Last thing we want or need is some religious fanatic who could end up making things difficult for everyone else living here. But...you did seem to enjoy playing along just a little, so I guess there's really no need for any of us to be concerned about things like that now is there?" She asked sitting back in her chair again, though the movement had caused her gown to open entirely, revealing her twin peaks fully and completely. But it hadn't stopped there either. And though I couldn't exactly see...there was no hint of any panties further below, telling me in an instant, she was indeed entirely naked. The slight thickening and fattening of my cock I had felt earlier however, was hovering on the verge of being a full-blown erection. I had to shift, adjusting myself in my chair slightly in order to accommodate myself, and keep things from become even more uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I ah...guess I sort of did...didn't I?" Trying not to stare, but Darlene seemed to be enjoying the attention.

"A little too dark though," she frowned briefly. "Nice silhouette from what I could see over here, but not much more than that," she added now looking over towards me. The hint of what may have been a bit of a bulge earlier, far more than that now. Dropping my hands down into my lap in order to conceal it, seemed both ridicules, as well as unnecessary under the circumstances. If Darlene could sit there with her tits hanging out, I figured I could sit with a bit of a tent in my shorts and not make too much out of it.

"Ah thanks," I said again, not knowing what else I could say, feeling myself blush just a little though, on hearing her complimenting my rather stiff silhouette from the evening before. She was pointedly staring at my crotch now, but had taken things up a notch when she lifted her right hand, placing it on her left breast, brazenly fingering her nipple for a moment.

"Just something about watching another person, male or female...touching themselves wouldn't you agree? Something very erotic, very sensual about it. Especially if you're not sure they're watching...but then finding out that they are. Just gets to me. I think Rub and I both have the same kind of fetish. She did tell you about her nickname yes?" She asked, now purposely parting her legs as she sat there looking at me. And though she made no move to actually start touching herself, it was obvious she was inviting me to look. How could I not?

"Ah yes, she ah...told me why she goes by that, and not just because of her initials," I said fidgeting a bit more now, though I had a bit more now that needed fidgeting too.

"So it doesn't bother or offend you too terribly much to discover that several of your neighbors are a bit exhibionistic?" She pointed at the balcony adjacent to mine. "Like them," she grinned. "David and Crystal. Didn't take long for them to discover that either, and then when they did...didn't take much longer than that, for them to start participating themselves. They seem to like fucking with the lights on. I figure everyone on this side of the court is well aware of that by now. Not to mention they periodically come outside and just do it on the deck there. Rub and I have watched them several times, really put on a pretty good show too. And naturally, we sit back and put on a little show ourselves watching one another. Pretty hot all in all. But they're not the only ones. Steven over there on the other side, next to them. Single like you, not quite as well endowed as you seem to be, but he enjoys standing there on his side of the railing, jerking off while watching them, or us...whenever he happens to catch it, or is in town. Interesting to watch though...he really comes a lot, so much so...you can easily see it happening even from here. I think he's even managed to launch a few loads on Crystal a time or two. Didn't seem to mind his doing it either. If anything, I think she sort of gets off on it. Inevitably, those nights seem to go on the longest whenever Steven comes out to watch them, jerking himself off."

Now Darlene was petting herself, openly. She had a very small tuft of neatly trimmed hair on her mound, but not much else. Her neither lips bare, and from what I could see while sitting here, were already puffy and swollen looking. When she drew a finger deeper into her slit, and then removed it, licking it off...I felt my cock telling me that it was about as hard as it was ever going to get.

"Hmmm, yep...as expected, sitting here just thinking about how hot that is, has now gotten me all hot and wet. Though so's looking down at that bulge you've got sitting there, just wondering what it really does look like in the daylight." She looked up at me then, hopefully...expectantly. "Ever gotten yourself off, watching a woman masturbate?" She boldly asked.

In all the years I'd been married to my soon to be ex-wife, I had caught her actually masturbating I think twice. Both times I had stood there watching her, not letting on that I was. It had been damn fucking arousing, admittedly. I had even talked her into masturbating for me...once, she'd felt nervous and uncomfortable about doing it openly however...and had done so only for a very short period of time, eventually coaxing, more demanding that I come over and take care of her instead. Which of course I had gladly done...though disappointed even when I did that, that she hadn't completed doing what she had started for me. I'd even suggested doing the same thing for her myself, which again...she at first enjoyed watching, for a few moments. But neither one of us had ever taken it beyond that, and certainly never once to full climax.

I was even starting to relax a little, though still somewhat nervous as I was. Now thinking, and wondering about Becca, still not quite comfortable to use the same nick-name for her that even her mother seemed ok in using. I could just see her coming out onto the balcony and catch her mother and I, masturbating ourselves in front of one another. "No...close a few times maybe I guess, but no...never really have," I had answered honestly.

"You're kidding! Really?" She asked, and then actually spread her legs even further apart, openly finger-fucking herself now right there in front of me. "Then it's about time that you did, don't you think?" She smiled. "And besides," she snickered further. "I've been sitting out here most of the morning working myself up like this anyway, more or less hoping I'd get an opportunity to enjoy myself in front of you like this. Even as new of neighbors as we are. After sort of seeing your dick last night...well," she said eye-balling me once again, even nodding her head towards me, as though telling me to go ahead...do it, take it out.

"What about...Rub?" I asked, using the nickname, which for some odd reason, seemed more appropriate now under the circumstances.

"Like I said, sleeping in...though she should be up anytime now. I wouldn't worry yourself about her however, if anything...she'd be thrilled and delighted to come walking out here and see you stroking that obviously nice hard cock of yours for me...for us," she added to that. "And in case you're now wondering...no. We both draw the line at actual incest. Don't consider openly masturbating ourselves in front of one another as that. Or even in watching one another now when we do. No touching and all that. Just got to the point where it seemed rather silly. Too many times to count where we accidentally walked in on one another while we were. We both enjoy doing it, several times a day even, so eventually we just decided to be cool and open about it. Now we tend to do it more so with one another, as opposed to hidden away inside our bedrooms or bath. Still enjoy doing that too of course. But far more exciting when you have an audience, or are a member of an audience, especially on those nights when David and Crystal are in the mood to be putting on a show for everyone.

I had been sort of wondering about that. And now I knew.

"So..."

"So?"

"Yeah...so. You gonna take it out for me so I can actually see it in the daylight this time?"

Suddenly it sounded rather silly not to. Especially as horny as I now was. And especially as Darlene peeled off her coverlet entirely, now toying with those magnificent tits of hers for me, not to mention the way she so uninhibitedly went back to finger-fucking herself.

It was the least I could do.

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. I had only formally met Darlene just a short time ago, and now...here we were, about to sit here and masturbate in front of one another. Or at least she was...and I was about to. I reached down, nervously unbuttoning, and then unzipping my shorts. I sat up just enough to allow them to slide down my legs, pooling around my ankles. Darlene laughed.

"What?"

"I win the bet!" She said laughing even more. I looked down at myself. Ok, I wasn't a monster by any means, but I had nothing to be ashamed of either.

"Bet?"

"Yeah, with as many pairs of skives as you had in the wash, I bet Rub that you probably didn't even have an extra pair to put on. I'm betting you don't...or didn't did you?" She asked, not really looking at my cock yet, though I had dropped my hands down in my lap, partially concealing it.

"Yeah, I'd say...you won the bet," I told her, grinning sheepishly now.

"Wait until she hears, or sees that," Darlene continued to chuckle, though simultaneously going back to softly stroking the furrow of her wet slick pussy again for me as I sat there watching her. "This time...she has to masturbate in the back seat of the cab next time we go into town together, and try and pretend that the cabby can't see what she's doing. Always fun doing that. Though last time admittedly, the cab driver nearly drove into the ass-end of someone because of it. Thank god we weren't going very fast."

"You two always playing sex-games like that?" I had to ask, the decadence of them doing that, suddenly arousing to me for some reason. Already I had a picture of that rolling around inside my head.

"Oh yeah, all the time. Keeps things exciting and interesting, especially with neither one of us in any sort of real relationship at the moment. Too complicated, too emotional, and not in a good way either. This keeps it fun and exciting for us, almost constantly. You should see us when we go grocery shopping together. The trick is, to walk out of the store, with something interesting shoved up our cunts. Don't get me wrong either, we don't shop-lift what we take. We always pay for what's up there. Used to confuse the clerks at the counter when we told them to make sure they charged us for a cucumber, or zucchini, and then never saw one in the carts. After a while...I think they eventually caught on to what we were meaning by that. Now they even ask us, "anything EXTRA today? Things like that."

I just shook my head. I could only imagine it, but imagining it was turning me on too. I was no longer inhibited, or feeling uncomfortable sitting here stroking my own dick in front of her. It felt...surprisingly natural. Certainly arousing, more so than just about anything, especially lately. Not to mention watching her, listening to the sounds she began making as she continued playing with herself, talking to me. Getting more and more vocal about it, and wickedly obscene as she did.

I was loving it.

"Hmm, been a while since I've gotten to see one this close while someone was jerking it off for me," she began. "Nice and hard too, no real curve to it...straight. I can see myself riding that thing. Always had trouble with the curvy ones...didn't quite fit right. But I bet that one does. After we've gotten to know one another a lot better, maybe we will," she said now adding two more fingers inside herself. Three fingers...easing them in and out, pummeling her cunt for me as I sat watching, listening...fisting my own prick unabashedly now.

"Fuck!" I moaned throatily.

"I hear that," she giggled hotly. "And I love hearing it too," she added. "By the look and sound of it, you've got quite a bit of that sweet sauce pouring out of that thing. How about coming over here and smearing some of it on my nipples for me?"

I stood up, walked over towards her where she sat, and then as I'd been asked to do, began rubbing the head of my very leaky dick back and forth between her tits, smearing her nipples with my pre-juice until they were wet, sticky and glistening.

"Don't look now," she suddenly told me, "but no real surprise either, we have company."

I did look however, turning my head just long enough to see that Steven had at some point walked out onto his balcony. He was naked, and even from here, it was easy enough to see he was fisting his erection while standing against the railing, looking over towards us. Although that might have been interesting another time to watch maybe, I was far more focused, and interested on what was happening here. Although it was also interesting in an entirely new way to me, to know that someone else was now watching me. Enough so, that the inevitable was only moments away. Maybe it was my "cum-face" that gave it away. Because I was really struggling now.

"Do it baby...do it, go ahead, spray that precious spunk all over these titties for me. Go right ahead honey...cream em, juice em...fuck em up really nice with all that white hot man sauce of yours!"

I kept jacking, and then grunted, feeling the first powerful ejaculate leap from my cock, in seconds I was spraying her tits down like a fire-hose. Darlene laughing, gasping...and then seconds later climaxing as well, loud enough that nearby dogs started barking.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! That's it...cover em baby, cover em...oh fuck!" She screamed, and continued to pummel away at her cunt until the damn burst.

Needless to say, I wasn't at all surprised when moments after that, Becca came walking out onto the balcony. She too was naked, and uncaring that she was, or that anyone else could most likely see her. I even turned my head, but by then...Steven had disappeared back inside his place. I wondered how long it might be, before he made an appearance again. Especially now that Becca had shown up.

"And I bet I lost the bet too didn't I?" She asked, smiling...looking down at my slightly spent cock, and then at the torrent of semen, which was covering her mother's breasts as Darlene sat, smearing and rubbing it into herself as though it were hand lotion.

"Damn," Becca said frowning, and then smiling. "I should have known you'd never wake me, had to have that one for yourself didn't you?"

Darlene looked at me, winked. "Oh, I'm sure given a few moments, especially with you sitting there with your legs spread, it won't take time here for Tom to repeat that performance. Will it Tom?"

Rub, was already working her clit. Biggest one I had ever seen before in fact. Jerking it, and jacking it like a miniature cock.

"No...can't say it will," I told them both.

"Cool!" Becca grinned.

"In the meantime, I'll pour us all a fresh coffee, might take a while, and besides, it's early yet. No sense rushing things, going to be a long fun day together, don't you think?" Darlene headed back inside to refill our coffees.

I took another chair across from Becca. "By the way, thanks for doing the rest of my laundry for me."

"You're welcome. But that was actually mom's idea in the first place. I think she knew it might take something like that to finally get you over here. And now that she has...said the spider to the fly."​