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   This is chapter two of the Mom's Hot series i am working on.  This story
covers further masturbatory incidences between two women and two men. Since
this is my fantasy, I shall eventually get into intercourse, etc.....But
for now, Enjoy!

   Let me know if you like it.  All writers look for response and since we
aren't getting paid to post this in the newsgroups, how about making some
sort of contribution, eh?

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   LOOK'N-IN

   By

   Robert Steele



   Six hours into his normal three to eleven p.m.  shift, David pushed his
chair back away from the desk and threw his hands up in disgust.



   "God Damn piece-of-shit fucking network!" He snorted.  "Three fucking
times in as many hours this horse shit pile of junk has crashed!  How do
they expect me to ever get this project done when I can't even access the
fucking data base!"



   Fairly jumping to his feet, David stormed off toward the MIS department.
Slamming the door as he stormed into the brightly lit office, he barked at
the skinny little guy who was staring intently into the computer screen
before him.



   "What the FUCK is wrong now?"



   Cowering in the face of David's righteous indignation, the computer geek
murmured, "The hard drive controller took a shit."



   "Well, fix it!  I've got a fucking deadline to meet and you just trashed
my whole night's efforts."



   "I will, but I can't get another controller until tomorrow."



   "You mean to tell me that you don't have a backup server here?"



   "Nope, the boss wouldn't spring for backup parts.  Hell, it was all I
could do just to get him to mirror the hard drive and put a CD writer on
the system," The little guy said as he regained his composure.  "So don't
blame it on me.  It is all I can do to keep this old system running with
his tight fisted attitudes."



   Saying nothing further, David turned and walked out of the little
office.



   "Might as well go the fuck home, can't do anything more here tonight."
He mused as he picked up his briefcase and headed for the door.



   Driving home in the fog enshrouded darkness, he reflected on how
surprised his wife will be.  For over a year now they had been working
opposite shifts.  Debbie had tried to get her shift at the hospital changed
from the 11-7 it now was to the 3-11 shift so she and David could spend
more than just the weekends together.  It was especially difficult right
now as they had just moved into a new house.  The shortness of available
time had even prevented them from meeting their new neighbors, an
attractive woman who appeared to be in her late thirties and her son. 
David licked his lips as he thought of the next door neighbor.



   "Damn fine looking woman," He mused aloud as he reached down and
rearranged his cock.  "Wonder if she has a boyfriend?"



   Pulling into the driveway, David noticed the lights were out in the
front of the house.  Thinking his wife was still asleep he made his way
quietly into the house after removing his shoes at the door so as not to
wake her.



   "Shit, I was hoping she would still be up early!" David cursed under his
breath.



   Slowly he made his way up the stairs to their bedroom which overlooked
the back yard.  As he stepped through the doorway he froze in his tracks.



   There, seated in front of the window was his wife.  She was sitting in
an arm chair that she had pulled over to the window.  Her legs were draped
over the arms and her hands were caressing her nude body.  The lamp next to
the bed cast a warm glow into the room and illuminated her in soft light.



   As David started to blurt out the obvious question, the words caught in
his throat as he saw her right hand glide down to the furry patch between
her thighs.  Her middle finger nestled itself in her velvety slit and David
watched breathlessly as she slid it up and down over her swollen clit.  As
his gaze moved up to her face he could see she was staring intently at
something out of the window.



   Softly, David moved around so he could see what she was peering at. 
Looking over her head he took in the sight that had Debbie so mesmerized.
There, not fifty feet away was the open window of his neighbor's family
room.  Seated inside the room on the love seat was the woman David had been
fantasizing about on his way home.  Directly across from her was her son,
seated on a small chair.  They were both nude and both of them were working
their hands frantically at their genitals.  Both of them seemed to
alternate their attention between the room they were in and the room in
which he now stood.



   Fortunately, David was in the darkened part of the room and his presence
had not been detected by any of the people involved in this
voyeuristic/exhibitionistic display.  Slowly and quietly, he made his way
out of the bedroom.  Once back downstairs, he went over to the wall unit
and retrieved his video camcorder.  Then he made his way out of the house
and into the back yard.



   Staying in the shadows, he maneuvered himself so that he had an
unobstructed view of his bedroom window.  Raising the camcorder to his
eyes, he found his wife in the viewfinder.  The lighting was poor but
adequate so he began to film this lascivious display.  After a few minutes
of this he then panned across the yard so as to capture the activities
going on in his neighbor's house.  By this time his cock was screaming for
attention, but he wanted some different footage before he took the time to
seek relief.



   Since the two houses were on a cull-de-sac, they were oriented at a
slight angle to each other.  It was David's intention to capture both the
bedrooms in one frame.  It took some fancy climbing of a small tree and
hanging out precariously on a limb but he was able to capture the shots he
wanted.  With both houses in frame, he then could slowly zoom in and out so
that there would not be any doubt as to what, who, where and when was going
on.  Satisfied with the results, he finally descended from the tree.  Then
he made his way back toward his bedroom window.



   After ten years of marriage, David had never seen his wife masturbate
and doubted if she ever did.  Seeing her now so wantonly splayed, her
fingers thrusting rapidly in and out of her gaping pussy while the digits
of her other hand rubbed her clit furiously, sent shooting messages of
urgency to his loins.  He didn't know if she was getting off on being
watched or watching and he didn't really care.



   By now he had his cock out of his pants.  After spitting several times
on his palm, he began to work it rapidly up and down the turgid length of
his engorged manhood.  As he felt his orgasm approaching, he watched his
wife's face closely.  He wanted to cum with her and slowed his strokes. 
Soon he saw her close her eyes and rock her head back.  Her legs dropped
from over the arms of the chair and straightened out in front of her.  With
her knees locked and heels drumming on the floor Debbie reached for and
achieved her orgasm.  Watching as her thighs slammed together, locking her
now still hands between them, David exploded in one of the more intense
orgasms he had ever known.  So engrossed had he been with his wife and his
own antics, David had all but forgotten about his neighbors.  Their cries
of ecstacy now carried softly over the intervening space and David shifted
his gaze to the source of the sounds.



   The young man had by this time moved to where he stood right in front of
his mother.  David watched in fascination as the cum spurted out of the
boy's cock and landed on his mother's breasts.  She reached up with her
right hand and scooped some of it up.  Then she brought her hand back down
to her soaking wet pussy and rubbed the sticky substance all around her
clit as she thrust three fingers of her left hand deeply into her warm
abyss.  She stared into her son's eyes as her body quivered and jerked in
spasmodic delight.



   David came again as he watched the two hedonists finish their
masturbatory affair.  Realizing that Debbie would be taking a shower before
leaving for work, David put himself back together and waited until he saw
the bathroom light come on.  Then he once again made his way to the front
of the house and let himself in.  After putting the camcorder away, he
walked upstairs to the bedroom.



   "Oh, David!  I didn't know you were home!" Debbie exclaimed as she
stepped out of the shower and saw her husband standing in the doorway.



   "Yeah, network crashed so there wasn't any point in staying.  I only
wish I could have been here a little earlier.  We might have had some more
time together."



   Debbie blushed as she recalled the activity she had been engaged in
earlier.  "Thank God he didn't come home any sooner," She thought as she
walked over to the dresser and began to get attired for work.



   "Yeah, this is really getting old, Honey.  Maybe if I just transferred
back into general nursing and resigned as shift supervisor....."



   "No, Debbie.  You have worked too long and hard to get to where you are
now.  We'll manage.  It shouldn't be but a couple of more months and my
project will be completed.  Next time I'll work one that has a little more
flexibility in it."



   After Debbie left for work, David walked over to where the chair now sat
in it's normal position by the doorway.  Looking down he saw the wet little
circle left there by his wife.  As he stared at the chair, his mind became
filled once again with the vision of Debbie's self-induced orgasm.  He
could feel his loins stir as a plan began to formulate itself in his mind.



   David woke up early the next morning just as Debbie was getting home
from work.



   "My feet are killing me!" She exclaimed as she plopped down on the
couch. As she removed her shoes, David surveyed his bride of over a decade.
Beginning with the shoulder length red/brown hair, high cheek bones and
full curvaceous lips, small pert breasts nestled comfortably in a 36-C bra,
her lithesome form fit snugly yet sensuously in a size 8 nursing uniform.
Her dark tan was discernable even through the white mesh of her stockings.
As she lifted her leg to rub the bottom of her foot, David gazed fondly up
to the dark patch between her legs, visible through the sheer white panties
she always wore to work.



   Seeing his gaze, Debbie dropped her leg and closed her thighs.  "Not
now, you old horn dog.  Let me get some sleep and then we can have a little
matinee."



   "Sorry, Hon, just can't help myself.  You do look good enough to eat."



   "Go fix yourself some breakfast if you are hungry, but hold that thought
until later, ok?"



   "Sure, Baby.  You get some rest, you do look beat."



   As David finished washing the dishes from his repast, he gazed out the
window.  The woman next door was in the back yard puttering around in the
flower bed.



   "No better time than the present," David mused as he wiped his hands and
headed for the back door.



   David stopped at the low fence that separated the two yards.  He watched
in silence as the woman bent over and pulled a blossom from one of her
roses.  Standing up, she suddenly swung about and gave a little start.



   "Hi there!  My name is David Bowman.  We are your new neighbors." David
said as he smiled warmly.



   "Hi.  Pleased to meet you.  My name is Diane Fisher." Diane said as she
walked over to the fence.  "My son and I used to wonder if any one was ever
going to buy that house."



   "Your son?  What about your husband?" David asked.



   "Don't have one, don't want one, don't need one," Was Diane's curt
reply.



   "Sorry, didn't mean to pry," David said with a small look of chagrin on
his face.



   "That's ok, just stating the facts,"



   David looked her up and down while recalling the previous evening as she
bent over to pull a sticker out of her heel.  As her gaze moved back to his
face, she caught a glimpse of the growing bulge in David's tight fitting
shorts.  Blushing, she averted her eyes as she felt her nipples swell in
the tight confines of her bikini top.



   As they carried on small talk, David began to get uncomfortable with the
position of his cock.  He noticed how Diane would glance at it occasionally
so he was unwilling to reach down and rearrange it.  It was almost as if
she was holding his attention in a deliberate attempt to see if he would
reach down and fix himself.  Finally, he could stand it no more and leaning
forward he reached inside the waist band of his shorts and moved his cock
to a position of less strain.



   Diane's eyes flew wide and she gave an involuntary "Oh," as David
removed his hands from inside his shorts.



   "My apologies, Diane.  These shorts are just too damn tight!" David said
as he flushed red with embarrassment.



   "That's quite all-right, David.  My son does that all the time so it
really doesn't bother me.  But don't you think you would be more
comfortable in something a little less constricting?"



   "Well, to be honest with you, I generally run around the house in the
buff.  The last place we had was way out in the country so I would even do
my yard work in the nude.  It is going to take some getting used to living
in a place where I have to be clothed all the time."



   "I know what you mean.  I too feel that clothing is more a hindrance
than a benefit."



   "Look, since tomorrow is Saturday, why don't you and your son come over
for dinner tomorrow night?  We don't have to work Saturday or Sunday and my
wife Debbie and I would love to have you over."



   "I suppose we could, but isn't it more traditional for the new neighbors
to be the guests instead of the hosts?" Diane said with a smile.



   "I reckon, but I have this tremendous recipe for ribs and I really like
to cook, so?......."



   "Ok, we'll be there.  What time?"



   "Say, about six?  We can lounge about, maybe do a little hot tub if you
like," David said.



   "Great, looking forward to it," Diane replied.  "Well, I gotta go take
care of some errands.  I look forward to meeting your wife too."



   "I'm sure she feels the same way," David said as he chuckled to himself.



   Saturday morning saw David up early again.  After his wife went to sleep
he hooked the camcorder up to the VCR in the living room and copied the
tape over to a VHS tape.  Then he watched the tape to see if it recorded
correctly.  Satisfied with the results, he rewound the tape, put the
camcorder away and began to prepare for the evening's activities.



   Debbie had been a little put off when David had told her of his inviting
the neighbors over for dinner.  Understandably, Debbie was nervous and very
reticent to meet the people with whom she had shared such an intimate act.
However, she could not come up with a valid reason for making him renege.
Consequently, she was on edge all afternoon as David smiled and hummed to
himself.



   Finally, the doorbell rang and David hurried inside.  He stopped off by
the kitchen and grabbed his wife by the arm.  "Come on, Honey.  They're
here."



   Meekly, she followed him to the living room.



   "Hi there, neighbors!" David exulted as he opened the door.  "Come on
in."



   As Diane and her son Travis walked in the door, David turned and
introduced his wife.



   "Diane, this is my wife, Debbie.  Debbie, this is Diane Fisher."



   "Hi Debbie.  Pleased to meet you," Diane said as she reached out and
took Debbie's hand.



   "David, Debbie, this is my son, Travis."



   As the introductions were being performed, David couldn't help but
notice the flush on his wife's face and the nervous smile on Travis'.



   After fixing drinks for everyone, David ushered them all out back to
where the table was set.  Over liquor and hors-de-oeuvres they slowly
relaxed.  The booze had the desired effect and soon everyone was conversing
in a casual manner.



   As the sun settled below the horizon, dinner was served.  During the
course of the meal David began to steer the conversation toward things
sexual.  He began with his aversion to clothing and how he really missed
being able to run around nude all the time.

   "My husband, the nudist," Debbie remarked as they cleared the dishes
from the table.



   "Oh, I agree with him whole-heartedly," Diane responded.



   As they all headed into the living room to escape the mosquitoes, Travis
put in his two- cents worth.



   "There is nothing more beautiful than the human body.  It is a shame to
hide it behind fabric and stuff,"



   "True, though there are some that I would prefer stayed hidden," Diane
remarked with a laugh.



   The four of them settled into the furniture.  Diane and Travis took the
sofa while Debbie and David took the love seat which was positioned ninety
degrees to the sofa.



   "Yeah, having no clothes on makes it a lot simpler to masturbate too,"
David leered.



   Diane and Travis flushed at that remark but Debbie's reaction was more
severe.



   "David!  You're drunk!  What in the hell made you say such a thing?"



   "Well, it's true!  Don't you agree Travis?"



   "Well, yeah.  I guess so.  Never gave it much thought but it damn sure
keeps the cleaning bill down."



   "You too?  Travis, just because my husband chooses to be uncouth doesn't
mean you have to follow suit!"



   "Oh come on, Debbie.  We are all adults here.  Everyone masturbates and
we all know it so what is the harm in discussing it?" Diane snickered.



   "Well, I never....." Debbie flustered.



   "What do you mean, 'I never'?" Are you going to sit there and say you
never masturbate?" David asked his wife with a grin.



   "Well, ........uh, sure I do, but I just don't discuss it!"



   "Hmmmm, you know what, Honey?  I would love to watch you do that
sometime," David leered.



   "David!  Don't be perverse!" Debbie snorted.



   "Actually, it is kinda neat to watch someone masturbate," Diane mused as
she stared into her glass.  Then she looked up and stared into Debbie's
pleading eyes.  With a smile, she moved her head slightly from side to side
as if to say, "I won't divulge our little secret if you don't."



   Rising from his place on the love seat, David said, "I saw the most
interesting thing the other night.  It was probably the most erotic
incidence I have ever experienced.  Fortunately, I had my camcorder handy
and captured it on film.  Would you all like to see it?"



   Debbie just stared at him with a perplexed look on her face.  "This is
the first I have heard of it.  When did you see this, David?"



   David just smiled as he turned on the VCR and the TV.  Glancing over at
Diane, he thought he saw a glimmer of suspicion.



   As he returned to his seat, he hit the play button on the VCR.  He had
edited the tape so that the panoramic views were first and the closeups
came much later.



   The silence in the room was deafening then it was shattered by Debbie's
screech.  "Oh my God!" She cried out as she started to rise.



   David reached out hand drug her back down.  "Yes, Honey.  I saw it all.
I don't know how the three of you got into that situation but I found it to
be the biggest turn-on I have ever experienced.  I had to jack off out
there in the back yard.  I timed it so that you and I came together,
Debbie."



   Tears streamed down her face as Debbie looked into her husbands eyes. 
"I couldn't help it.  One night I happened to come into the bedroom a
little earlier than usual and as I started to get ready for work I happened
to look out the window and saw the two of them seated together on the
couch. They were playing with themselves as they were watching a porno
movie.  At first I was disgusted but I couldn't turn away from the sight.
It made me so Wet!  I started to remove my clothes and to masturbate
myself. I was so intent on watching them that I forgot that I had left the
light on in the bedroom.  That's when Diane saw me."



   "Yes, that's true, David.  My son and I have been enjoying this mutual
self-masturbation activity for a few weeks now and we truly love it!  I
have often discussed the possibility of Travis and I going to adult clubs
or porno shops so I could watch other people spank off.  As a matter of
fact, we were just talking about it that night when I happened to glance up
and see Debbie here, standing in the window and just rubbing away at her
sweet little pussy.  Man, you don't know how hard I came right then."



   David smiled as he looked into his wife's eyes.  "It's nothing to be
ashamed of.  Hell, I've whacked off several time just watching this tape.
As a matter of fact, this whole situation has got me horny as hell and I
think I am going to take matters into my own hand right now.  Since I've
seen all of you jerking off, how would you like to watch me?"



   "David!  What are you doing?" Debbie asked as her husband stood up and
removed his shorts.



   "I'm going to jack my cock while you watch.  You guys can do it too if
you want."



   "Oooh yeah.  Show me that cock that I have been fantasizing about,"
Diane said as she stood up and began to disrobe.



   Debbie sat in mute disbelief as she watched the three of them strip of
their clothing and sit back down, hands working at their crotches.



   David stood right in front of his wife and slowly stroked his throbbing
member as he gazed into her eyes.  "For ten years I've wanted to see how
you masturbate.  For ten years I have wanted to get off this way with you
but I always figured you were too uptight and I was ashamed of my desires.
Now you know the truth."



   In spite of her own shame and embarrassment, Debbie felt herself getting
wet.  Her legs began to saw together like a cricket.  She glanced over at
the couch where Travis and his mother were sitting side-by-side, legs
touching and caressing themselves as they watched David.  Debbie's hand
went to the hem of her skirt.  Slowly she pulled it up to the tops of her
thighs.  Gazing into her husbands eyes, she allowed her right hand to slip
inside the waist band of her panties.  Now she turned her attention to his
cock.



   "Oh yes!  There is something incredibly erotic about watching a man
stroke his cock.  Fuck your cock, David.  Fuck your cock for me while I
finger my hot pussy!" Debbie said in a guttural tone as she pulled her
panties down to her knees.



   Debbie brought her left hand up to her breasts and began to squeeze them
through the fine cotton fabric.



   "Take your clothes off, Debbie.  I want to see all of you as you
Jill-off." David gasped.



   As Debbie stood, David looked over to the couch.  Diane's attention was
riveted on David's hand as it stoked up and down the length of his 7" cock.



   Debbie walked over and sat down next to Diane.  Now totally nude, Debbie
spread her legs and allowed one of them to lay on top of Diane's.  Travis
stood up and walked next to David.  The two men stood in front of the women
and slowly jacked their meat as the women brought two hands each to bear on
their swollen pussies.



   "Look at that, David.  Look at these two beautiful women fucking
themselves.  Have you ever seen anything hotter than that?" Travis asked as
he spit on the head of his cock.



   "Nope.  I never knew watching a woman beat off would be so exciting. 
This is like the turn-on of all turn-ons."

   "Yeah, you oughta see it when the women go to porno movies and
jack-off."



   "Really, there are women that go to those movies houses and masturbate?"
Debbie asked.



   "You bet!  Some of them are exhibitionist and some of them just get so
damn horny they can't help themselves.  Sometimes they try to hide what
they are doing but usually when they get close to cumming they forget all
about discretion and just let it all hang out."



   "And of course all the men are jacking off too, right son?" Diane asked
as she shoved three fingers into herself.



   "Yeah, and some of them actually jack each other off.  A few gays even
blow each other but that is usually in a different area of the theater."



   "Oh, God!  This is so hot, I can't stand it!  I'm gonna cum, Honey!"
Debbie said as her legs shot out in front of her.



   "Oh yeah, she really cums hard," Diane said.  "I love to watch her cum."



   "Oh, unh, ungh, YESS!" Debbie exclaimed as her heels drummed on the
floor.



   "Oh, me too!" David grunted as he shot his sperm on his wife's tits.



   "I'm almost there!  Cum on me Travis!  Help me get over the edge!" Diane
shouted as she rubbed her clit frantically.



   "Cumming mother.  Oh yes, gonna cum all over your beautiful tits.  Ahhh
Yes!" Travis said as his cock erupted send jets of hot jism over both Diane
and Debbie.



   Debbie opened her eyes as she heard Travis' exclamation.  As the young
boy's hot sperm hit her left thigh, she once again went off.  This time her
hips bucked wildly against her hand and she thrashed about on the edge of
the couch for almost two minutes.  Finally, she fell to the floor and
collapsed in a little heap at her husband's feet.



   David fell back on the love seat as he surveyed the tableau before him.
Slowly he smiled as he drank in the smell of sex.  "This is just going to
get a lot better," He mused as he languidly caressed his now diminished
manhood.

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   Part three - they go to the theater - cumming soon if you like.
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