Jimmy Morris listened to his friend and neighbor Greg Norton blabber on enthusiastically while finding it impossible to believe a word he was saying. Greg was known to tell some whoppers from time to time, but what he was saying now was way beyond anything he'd claimed before.
"It's true I'm telling ya," Greg squeaked.
"Yeah right, whatever dude," Jimmy shot back while fixing Greg with a look that clearly showed he thought he was full of shit.
"You'll see. Just make sure you're looking out your window at nine tonight, I'll leave the blinds up enough for you to see I'm telling the truth."
The houses in this development were built in such a way that every other house was situated with one side extremely close to the one next to it. The two eighteen year olds bedrooms faced each other's and couldn't have been more than twenty feet apart. On the other side of the houses the distance increased considerably.
"Jimmy, dinners ready," Carol Morris yelled from the back door leading into the spacious kitchen. She had to holler twice before she got a reaction from her son.
She heard him say he'd be right there before he leaned in and whispered something into Greg's ear. Turning back and heading inside she couldn't help but wonder what the two boys were up to. It seemed that lately they had been more secretive than in the past. Probably talking about girls she told herself.
Dinner was eaten with the whole family sitting at the dinning table. Conversation flowed between Jimmy's dad Charles and his older sister Penny with an occasional input from his mom but he was oblivious to what they were talking about. All he could think about was what Greg had told him. Time seemed to crawl. After helping clean up he went into the family room and tried to wile away the time watching television but couldn't even concentrate on that. While waiting he received a text message on his cell phone from Greg asking if he was going to be watching. For some reason he didn't answer, he just placed his cell on the coffee table and ignored it.
Carol noticed her son hadn't replied to his message and when she asked about it he told her it was nothing. She found that odd since he practically lived on his phone twenty-four hours a day. He was constantly receiving and sending texts, just like his sister. She chuckled to herself as she thought about how much time her kids spent on their phones. Hell, back in her day when she was their age you had to actually press buttons and hold the phone up to your ear then speak into it if you wanted to have a conversation with someone. The fact that she was even thinking thoughts like '
back in her day'
made her chuckle out loud.
"Something funny dear," her husband asked.
"No, not really, just thought of something silly is all," she replied.
"Okay," her husband replied then went back to concentrating on reading the book he was engrossed in.
Carol glanced over at her husband of twenty-three years and couldn't help but notice how much he'd changed over the course of their marriage. At fifty years old he was ten years her senior. Gone were the days when he wore his black hair slightly long and his stomach was washboard flat. Now his head showed a lot of scalp and his waistline was as big as his chest. Sitting at a desk for over twenty years had taken a toll on him. As for her she knew she wasn't the same either. Her shoulder length brown hair had lost some of its luster and she knew that her figure had gotten softer too. But on the plus side she still looked a lot like her old self. Her green eyes sparkled with life and her button nose looked just like her daughters. Another thing she was proud of was the fact that her lips were still pouty and full and her tits weren't drooping toward her navel like so many other moms in the neighborhood. Hers sat firm and proud on her chest even when they weren't encased in a bra. Sure, there were signs of age creeping up on her. More lines in the face around the eyes and more roundness to her almost flat abdomen, but nothing drastic. At five-seven she was still slim and very attractive in her own right. Shaking her head to clear away the thoughts she settled back on the couch and stared at the television, a small smile forming on her lips.
Lost in his own thoughts Jimmy forgot to keep an eye on the clock. When he realized it was five after nine he jumped up and ran up the stairs two at a time. Reaching his room he forgot to shut the door. His bed sat parallel to the wall with the window so he went around and sat down then stared over at his friend's window. Greg's bed was situated where the foot of it faced the window. Just as Greg had promised the blinds were pulled up enough to see everything going on in his bed. Jimmy was repulsed a little when he saw his friend lying there naked stroking his cock.
"Yeah, just as I thought you lying shithead," he whispered to himself.
Carol heard the cell phone sitting on the coffee table chime. Reaching down she picked it up and looked at the screen. There was a text message from the kid next door. It read:
Are you watching?
She wasn't sure what it meant but figured it might be important so she stood up and carried the phone with her as she slowly made her way up the carpeted stairs. When she reached the top she noticed that her son's door was open but there wasn't any light coming from his room. Maybe he's in the bathroom she thought, so she figured she'd just sit the phone in his room and he could get the message when he returned. As she rounded the door she saw her son sitting on the far side of the bed staring out the window with his back to her. She was about to ask what he was doing when movement across the way caught her attention. Glancing over at the neighbor's window her heart skipped a beat and her pulse quickened. There was her son's friend lying on the bed stroking one of the hardest cocks she'd seen in a long time. Mesmerized she slowly made her way around the bed and stood near where her son sat. Try as she might she couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene playing out across from them. It had been so long since she'd seen someone's cock so hard and youthful looking. A tingle rippled through her pussy just as the thought that her son was gay raced through her mind.
Jimmy had been so caught up in staring across at Greg's room waiting for what had been promised to happen that he was totally unaware that his mother had come into the room. He sat there with his sweats down around his ankles while his hand idly massage his cock through his boxers. He almost shit himself when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Jerking his eyes upward he saw his mom standing there gazing down at him. She had a strange look on her face and his cell phone in her hand.
"Mom!" he stammered completely forgetting that he was sitting there in just his boxers and t-shirt.
"It's okay baby, I understand," Carol whispered soothingly as she stepped in front of him placing the palm of her free hand gently against the side of his face.
"I...I...I'm sorry Mom," Jimmy stuttered frozen in place.
"It's okay sweetheart, nothing to be ashamed of," Carol said softly as she squatted down in front of him, placed his cell phone on the floor then cupped his face with both hands.
"I'm so embarrassed," he groaned unable to look his mother in the eyes.
"Jimmy, look at me." She waited till his eyes met hers before continuing. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's okay if you're gay."
He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. A strained laugh erupted from his mouth causing Carol to lower her hands and stare at her son as if he'd gone insane. As she stared at him Jimmy noticed movement over in Greg's room. Someone else had entered.
"You think I'm gay Mom?"
