Authors note: This is part two in the series. Original title Spying on my Parents Sexy Neighbor (Non-consent-reluctance). To better understand Doug and his past, I recommended you begin with part one of his journey.
After Lou and the fitness instructor, I had become Janet's personal toy. Whenever she wished she would call and I would rush over. Why? Because the sex was fantastic. She admitted it was because she couldn't get enough with Nick gone so often. Plus I was okay with the new arrangement we had. It made our old one feel like water under the bridge. I even started researching colleges for the next year, I figured better late than never, not as if 21 was old.
Janet and my mother, Lisa. Became good neighbors, Janet would come over and have coffee with my father Bill and my mother. My father always tried to invite her and Nick to their BBQ's or parties. A true salesman he always tried to sell something or find investors, I remember when they first moved in he didn't care. Until he discovered Nick made a lot of money and Janet owned a small business. When I was younger, I used to wish they would accept, so I could see Janet up close. Now he was just annoying.
Four months into our affair, everything seemed to even out, until Nick returned home one day. Janet flew out of the door and threw an arm full of clothes at him. She screamed at him in the driveway and rushed back inside. I remembered the tapes from eight months ago and my stomach turned. I just lost all the leverage I had. I went back to that moment I saw the service truck and wished it wasn't there.
I watched Nick pickup his clothes and run for the door. Desperate to hear, I open the window.
He stopped, banged on the door, and when I heard Janet's voice, I cringed.
"You've been fucking them all this time, prostitutes, strange fucking women, a whole fucking orgy. We are so done, I spoke with a lawyer, and he said I can get everything." She screamed as if to alert the entire community.
After the door slammed shut, Nick said nothing, he turnaround and got back into his car. Nick must have had his own blackmailer, or a whistleblower.
Twenty minutes later Janet messaged me. 'I need a hard fucking, 1 hour.'
Since then, things changed. Not wanting to piss her off, I now heed her beck and call as an obedient slave.
A week passed since that painful night with no word from her. But, my mother and father had returned home. She knew those times were off limits. On the last night they were in town my mother cleaned the house and my father went out to get refreshments. At 7:30 on the dot, the doorbell rang. My father, Bill rushed down the stairs to answer.
My father dressed up nice, dress pants and a polo shirt. My mother wore a knee high sun dress, low cut to where I could see her cleavage, and a beige lacy bra. She put her hair up, put on makeup and even wore high heels.
Lately she had been taking her figure more serious and asked me for fitness tips. The time she spent in our home gym increased three fold. She said she wanted to look good on sales trips. An underlying complained was about the new girls younger ages and how they were making huge sales. But I think it also came from hanging out with Janet more often.
To my surprise, Janet stood at the door. She wore tight blue jeans, a black tank top, and many pieces of jewellery. When my father and mother greeted her, she kissed Lisa on the cheek and Bill she gave a hug. When they turned she looked up at me and gave me a wink.
It was always our little secret when she showed up. One time when my mother and her planned to have a drink, my mother ran out to get mix. Janet and I fucked on my bed. She cleaned up before my mother returned and continued to have a drink with her on her back deck as if nothing happened. Since then, Janet has been much more flirtatious with me in from my parents.
She walked past me, gave me a smile and patted me on the stomach. "Oh my, your boy has been working out, Lisa I should hire him to come clean my pool now that I'm single."
My mother laughed it off and grabbed three wine glasses.
I couldn't stay that night, part of me wanted to, but I had a mini crisis. To be exact, a $3200 mini crisis. I had to meet a client and settle a dispute over a potential copyright issue. My employee unknowingly used a photograph on a web page and now she was being sued, who was now suing me.
Brandy was a single mother, she was part Spanish and part French. Which gave her an exotic appearance from her tan to her eyes even in her voice when she spoke. I felt responsible to take care of her. She worked a job, came home at night and made jewelry to sell after hours. With my help on her online store, she was selling more jewelry than before. But it helped Brandy was a natural-born saleswoman. Did I mention she was attractive? In her early thirties, long black hair, tanned skin, and large black eyes, yes? Well, it's worth noting a second time. She had a smile that could put you at ease and with it she negotiated 25% off her monthly fee.
That night she greeted me at the door, with a tight t-shirt and tight pair of jeans. Even though she was mad, she gave me that amazing smile. She poured us a coffee and each time she bent over, I could see down her shirt. She wore a black bra, lace trim, and kept her hair back from her neck. As a result, by the end of the night I paid the $3200, I remain the website admin, and I now only charge her $100 a month for her continued business.
To be honest, I thought I would get laid. But, I just got a kiss and a wink at the door with a thank you. Which was better than nothing. Brandy really was a pleasant woman and to be honest, I had my hands full with Janet.
When I returned home I had hoped for a nice quiet night. Crack a soda, do some last-minute changes on the brothel game I made, and release it to the public as a web game. When I entered the house, my father greeted me with a smile.
"Hey, Doug, I didn't think you'd be home tonight." He said in a loud voice.
"Why? I didn't have much to do, I just had to take care are a few things for client."
His eyes grew wide, and for a second he wasn't sure what to say. "Oh, I thought when you said Brandy you were talking about a girl."
"I was, she's a client of mine, it's actually the jewelry site that I work on."
My mother came from the living room and gave me a smile and brushed her hair behind her ears. "Hi Doug, we're just finishing up with Janet, would you like to join us with a last drink?"
She had removed her sandals and my father had removed his glasses, which was uncommon because he couldn't see much without them. Janet entered the room and leaned against the door.
She waved me over. "Of course he would, come on, you can sit with me."
When I went past her, she hooked her arm in mine and led me to the couch.