Another spring came, which meant that the lady next door would be out on her lawn wearing tiny shorts so tight they looked like they were painted on and her ass looked like two baby bears wrestling as she walked. I looked forward to seeing her. I had been watching her from various windows in my, home, next door, for a few years, jerking off, so often I was once almost spotted by her. She had large, floppy breasts with big, inviting nipples, and never wore a bra under the loose fitting blouses. Her husband was a nice fellow, rather quiet but never failed to greet me when we were out front together. I could not bring myself to tell him that his hot wife was fucking a delivery man and sundry others, often in her kitchen and I'm sure elsewhere in their home, inaccessible to my window peeping.

This gal was a bleached blonde, but it looked like a do it yourself bleach deal. It gave her a bit of a cheap look but, still, the body was amazing.

One day, I was out on my lawn lying, stomach down, on a blanket peeping at her while she struggled with a lawn mower, It squeaked loudly, so I got up, trying to hide my hard-on, and asked her if she had oil for her lawn mower. She said she did not know but would I see in their garage? I found a small can of oil, lubricated her lawn mower and the squeak disappeared. She offered me a glass of cold lemonade she had made, while checking out my crotch where I crudely but unsuccessfully tried to hide my erection with my ball cap. We went into her famous kitchen that I had watched from my window many times for action and being the first time I was there, felt amazed to actually be inside the famous kitchen that had previously been a stage of illicit sexual activity and a great source of entertainment for me.

She gave me a talk glass of cold lemonade and excused herself, saying, "Be back in a minute." After more than a minute I drained my cold drink and she was not back so I walked into her living room. I heard a light plopping sound and looked around. She was bent over her sumptuous couch having removed her shorts and had three fingers going in and out of her snatch. I did not need a written invitation and I could not believe my luck. Was I in a dream? I had imagine fucking the shit out of this woman since I was around 14 and here, finally, was the day.

I dropped my shorts and out came my previously imprisoned cock, bursting with heat, rage and hunger. Without a word, I slipped it into her and started fucking in all directions. While thoroughly enjoying myself, her husband whom I had no idea was home, came into the room and said, "What's all this noise?" I froze but noticed that his fly was open and his hard, little pecker was out. He was jerking it with two fingers. It looked like it was not erect due to its small size, but it was erect. Seeing this, I continued to fuck his wife, who said, "Honey we're just tearing off a piece, settle down."

Now puzzled, but still hot as hell, I fucked onward. A second voice came unto the scene, her son, around 15 or so, a kid who always looked like he had a missing bolt or screw. He was salivating and wiping his mouth, His cock was still out but shockingly unlike his dad's it was larger than mine and I am not exactly mini-weenie. The kid had a tube of what I thought was K-Y and slathered it on his cock then went behind me and slid it up my ass. I had never even imagined a scenario like this. The father said, "Go Donny, Go." The mother said, "Are you being naughty again, Junior." He proceeded to fuck me while I fucked his mother, the dad kept wanking on his modest instrument.

Having the suspicion that I was set up I finally came into the hot mom and the kid, feeling me cum, came up my asshole with a loud, 'AHHH!, OHH!." I took a paper towel from the rack and wiped out my ass and cock. I said, "Awkward, but thanks, folks." They laughed and said, "Come on back for fun anytime, just give notice." I'm now thinking of returning but, not gay, Junior is a turn-off for me. A few days later I ran into the dad at the nearby shopping mall and he bought me a beer as if nothing had taken place.