In 1991 I was thirteen years old and lived with my mom, step-father and older sister in a little house on East Pine Street in Santa Ana, California. Our next door neighbors were a Mexican couple named Rafi and Tomasina. They considered themselves married, although they weren't. Tomasina, who preferred to be called Tommy, was good friends with my mom.
Late that spring Rafi, Tommy's "hubby" got busted in a surprise INS raid on a poultry processing plant, where he worked. She got a letter from him in Mexico a short time later saying he had decided to stay with his wife and kids down there. He wouldn't be coming back.
Tommy seemed heartbroken and depressed, so after a few days, my mom went over to talk to her. It was about dusk, and dinner had already been eaten so I was out in the backyard throwing a tennis ball against the fence over and over again (I was bored). On one pitch the ball sailed over into Tommy's back yard, so I climbed the fence and dropped down onto the grass to retrieve it. That's when I noticed movement in Tommy's bedroom and snuck over, keeping low to the ground to peek inside the window.
Mom and Tommy were sitting side by side on the bed talking. Tommy dabbed at her eyes a few times. I sighed and shrugged, pretty boring stuff. But I had nothing better to do and kept watching, wishing I could hear the conversation even though it was probably just a lot of whining over Rafi ditching her.
I'd just about made up my mind to go back home when Tommy leaned over and hugged mom and mom hugged her back. They held the embrace for a long moment, then they kissed. What the hell... I thought. It wasn't a best friends peck on the cheek or even a simple lip to lip. It was a real kiss. A lover's kiss. Long and slow and deep, tongues in one another's mouths.
They broke the kiss and stared into one another's eyes, Tommy ran a hand through mom's wavy blonde hair and smiled at her. Mom was smiling back. She reached out and caressed the side of Tommy's face and said or asked something. I couldn't make it out. Tommy laughed and nodded.
Mom stood and unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it on the floor, exposing her pale white skin and the bra underneath. Next her hands went to her capri's and unsnapped the button, then slid the zipper down. She shrugged out of her pants. Now she was just in bra and panties. Tommy scooted back onto the bed, resting her back against the big overstuffed pillows and gestured for mom to join her.
Hiding outside in the growing dark and watching, I felt myself growing hard and I tried to ignore the different emotions swirling around inside of me. I just wanted to see what was going to happen next.
Mom crawled onto the bed and laid on top of Tommy, who wrapped her arms around her and began kissing her hungrily, passionately. I guess my step-dad had been right. He'd always referred to Tommy as "that dyke" because she was tall for a woman and pretty solidly built (a little heavy and thick through the hips) with a short, caesar hairstyle. I'd always thought he was just teasing because she was mom's best friend. Well, I bet he had been. I bet he had no clue about this.
As they kissed, Tommy's hands roamed down to mom's ass and squeezed and slapped the pale fleshy cheeks, still mostly hidden behind the dark panties she wore. Mom was slowly grinding against Tommy as if they were having sex, although they both still had clothes on. I reached down and rubbed my hardon through my jeans.
Finally, Tommy unsnapped mom's bra, exposing her big breasts with their fat nipples and light brown areolas. She shifted in bed, putting mom on the bottom and began squeezing her tits and licking and sucking the nipples. Mom closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, I could just barely hear the moaning. After several minutes, Tommy took off the shirt she was wearing and slung it and her bra onto the floor. Her breasts were as large as mom's, only darker brown with wider, darker areolas. She pressed her tits against mom's and they kissed again, before Tommy worked her way down, kissing and licking mom's breasts and belly before pulling her panties off and pushing her legs apart. She kissed and licked and bit at mom's thighs before pressing her face into mom's pussy and eating her out. Mom's moaning got a little louder and she writhed around sensuously on the bed. I came in my jeans, biting my tongue to keep from letting out a little groan of my own and kept watching.
After what seemed a really long time, Tommy flipped mom over onto her belly with her ass in the air and she started fingering and licking her asshole, using her free hand to deliver hard "thwack" sounding slaps to mom's ass. The pale cheek facing the window grew a bright cherry red during this and mom cried out a little at each hard slap.
I heard Tommy ask "Whose pussy is this, bitch??"
Mom replied "Yours baby...yours."
That was when I heard my sister walk out onto the steps of our back porch and start calling for me. I frowned and mentally screamed at her to go away. And she did. But I knew that any minute now my step-dad would come out to start bellowing for me himself. Dammit!
I slipped reluctantly away from the window and climbed back over the fence. Just as I started up the backsteps, my step-dad poked his face out the door.
"I was just about to call you," he said. "It's too dark to be tossing that ball around. Get inside."
I was sitting in my room about forty-five minutes later when mom came home, smiling. I heard my step-dad ask about "the Dyke", and mom sigh.
"I wish you wouldn't call her that," she said. "How can she be a dyke, when she had a man she considered to be her husband?? She's so broken up over it I had to console her for... wow, has it been two hours??"
Mom had a heck of a way of consoling, I thought to myself smirking. I started a new game of Skull & Crossbones on my NES and never told another soul about that night until today.