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James, the boy next door

... was licking him up and down his shaft. Ben apparently was not happy with this arrangement, and he turned to sit on the stool next to him. This new arrangement now meant that Mrs. Lindenmeyer was now almost facing me. I stand there watching, not able to look away, even though I could be discovered if she looked in my direction. I can now see his cock penetrate her mouth as she is again bobbing her head up and down. I discover that I am now standing right by my window, just as it appears she is now staring at me through my binoculars. Our eyes seem to lock onto each other. She stops her head movement, but keeps his cock in her mouth. She seems to wink at me, then continues to suck his cock until he pulls out of her mouth to cum on her face, which she seemed to enjoy. The whole time she kept looking at me when she could steal a glance. I stand there watching, not able to look away. As they seem to be leaving, she turns to me and blows me a kiss, then turns to leave. Dumbfoundedly I stand there, oh maybe 10 minutes, maybe 5. I don't really know. Dazed and confused wouldn't even begin to describe how I was feeling. The sound of the doorbell breaks my thoughts, but the thought of who it could be has me afraid. Mrs. Lindenmeyer, would she dare? Is it just me fantasizing? Only one way to find out. The bell rings once more before I get there. Looking out the peephole, and yes to my shock, it's her. The woman who just watched me watch her give a blowjob to her daughter's boyfriend. I ...

... finally open the door, "Um... yeah... h... hi Mrs. Linden... meyer..." Whispering to me, "I know what you saw and I know that you saw it, and I don't mind... feel free to visit next door some morning... or... now if you'd like.", waving to me, "Bye... for now, I hope." She turned and left. Again, I was as frozen as an ice statue. I knew I couldn't go the way I am, so I turn and run to the bathroom, shower, put on some deoderant, brush my teeth, run a comb across my head, then run to my room to dress. I get to the front door of her house in what seemed to be 15 minutes, tops. My heart is pounding something fierce, but I can't seem to push the doorbell. It wasn't really a problem because the door opened, Mrs. Lindenmeyer answering. "James," again whispering, "I was wondering when you'd get here.", opening the door for me. "Please come right in." I walked into the hallway, then stopped. I turned back to her after she closed the door, "Um, I didn't mean to be...", she stopped me with her kiss, her right hand on the side of my face, her left hand clasping my right hand, pulling it up to her breast. "So, you didn't mean to be... watching me suck that boys cock?", she said slowly then paused, but I couldn't answer. "Did you like seeing his cock in my mouth?", holding her right index finger just in her mouth. I mustered a feeble nod. "Well, just so you know... I liked you watching me. As a matter of fact, I've been watching you too. I've watched you masturbate that big cock of yours", ...