Chapter 1: The Attic

“Mom, it’s going to be sooo hot up there,” I said. “Can’t I do it tonight?”

“Joe, stop complaining and go find that box. It won’t be that bad,” my mother said.

There was no changing her mind, so I put a chair under the attic door, got on it, and lifted the panel out of the way, then I grabbed the edges and pulled myself in. It wasn’t as hot as I expected, but it was still plenty hot. “I’m melting.”

“Call me when you find it,” my mother said. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

By the time I reached the far end of the attic, where my mother told me to look, I was sweating. There it was, a box labeled arts and crafts. Arts and craps, as far as I was concerned. I started to pick it up but realized I could see my neighbor’s house through the vents. How had I never noticed this before? I got close to the vents and looked between them. To my delight, I could see over their fence into the backyard. I pushed one of the slats up, for a better view.

The Davis’s have a swimming pool. I’ve heard them splashing and laughing but never been invited over. That darn fence. My heart jerked, then pounded at the sight. Mrs. Davis was lying face down on a lounge chair. She’s a gorgeous woman who has given me boners when she’s in regular clothes. Now, her ass is barely covered by her bikini bottoms. I wish I had my spy glasses. Even without them, it’s clear there isn’t a top to her bikini.

My teenage cock responded immediately. How long would I have before my mother started calling me? I freed my rod and started stroking, hoping Mrs. Davis would flip over and show me her beautiful breasts. I jerked with the speed only a kid can manage. My balls expanded as they readied themselves to blast my sperm. I wanted to wait and see if she would get up, but my cock shot a stream of cum onto the vents and floor, then Mrs. Davis turned over and sat up.

There they were, her massive tits. She had huge nipples that stuck straight out. Without giving it any thought, I was stroking again, using my own cum as lubrication. I couldn’t believe I had tried to get out of coming into this hot attic, into heaven. My neighbor stood up and her melons swung from side to side. She was so beautiful with clothes on, but this was too much. I shot another load.

I had once come six times looking at a playboy magazine, would Mrs. Davis make me break that record? The woman on the other side of the fence did the unimaginable, and my cum slicked fist started moving up and down my cock again. She slid her bottoms down, lifted them with her foot, and laid them neatly on a table. My heart raced. I had never seen a woman’s triangle of hair in real life. I increased the speed of my strokes while Mrs. Davis turned, bent over, and pointed her ass in my direction. She got back on the chair, on her hands and knees. She stayed that way long enough for me to imagine being behind her and jamming my dick into her hole. Oh, what it would be like to finally stick my cock inside a real woman instead of my hand?

I beat my cock like a madman. Her beautiful round ass was demanding I give it more cum. My third orgasm started to boil inside my balls, but before I could launch it, my mother yelled my name. Between gasps of air, I yelled back, “I’m coming,” but I stayed right there until I was actually cumming. The volume was diminished, but my third orgasm still hit the vents.

If my mother wasn’t waiting for me to hand that stupid box down to her, I could have stayed in the heat all day, jerking off to Mrs. Davis. I said, “Here I come, Mom,” then packed my cock in my shorts and grabbed the box.

“What took you so long,” my mother asked?

“Nothing, I was just looking around,” I said, and handed the box down to her. While I lowered myself from the attic, I realized a bulge or wet spot from my dripping cock might be in my mother’s face. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice.

Time passed so slow. No matter how hard I tried to think about something else, my thoughts kept going back to my naked neighbor. I walked around outside, thinking, she could be right on the other side of that fence. When my mother left, I grabbed my spy glasses, and headed into the attic, praying Mrs. Davis was still outside naked. I’d have to act fast if I saw my mother’s car.

Jackpot, I thought when I saw my neighbor. She was on her back now. Her jugs were hanging off to each side, her knees were up, slightly parted. I zoomed in and focused the binoculars right between her legs. I could count her pubic hairs. God, Mrs. Davis was beautiful and sexy. As I scanned up and down her body, taking it all in, my cock stiffened, but I couldn’t beat off and not shake the binoculars. At least not without vomiting, so for now I’d enjoy her gloriously naked body.

Mrs. Davis turned her head toward the house like she heard something, then I saw the older of her two daughters, Jasmine. I knew Jasmine, but not really. She’s the extremely hot, almost sixteen, new girl, and all the guys like her. As a freshmen nerd, I say hi when I see her in the driveway and she mostly ignores me.

Jasmine didn’t seem to notice that her mother was nude, or she didn’t care. I started to wonder what kind of people we lived next door to. I have never seen either of my parents naked in the house and I knew my mother would never be caught dead outside naked, even if we had a fence and a moat.

Jasmine and her mother talked while she got a chair for herself and unfolded it. I already thought I had died and gone to heaven when I saw Mrs. Davis, but when Jasmine started lifting her shirt, I could hardly comprehend it. Her tits were freakishly large for her age, but they didn’t swing or hang like her mother’s. They stood firm, their puffy cone-shaped red nipples popping out. Then she slowly lowered her tight shorts, wiggling her round butt to get them past it. Her ass cheeks popped out and bounced. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

My cock couldn’t take anymore. I grabbed it and watched Jasmine lie down on her back, next to her mother, then I put the binoculars down and jerked myself like an animal in heat. Two beautiful nude women, mother, and daughter, on display for me. Wow, this was going to be a hell of a summer.

For the next few days, I checked on the Davis’s whenever my parents were gone, but my neighbors weren’t home or they weren’t outside. It had also been getting progressively hotter in the attic. I was considering giving up, but late one afternoon, my mother had to go to the store. One last try, I decided and rushed into the attic. I needed to see somebody without their clothes.

At first, I thought it was Jasmine, but once I looked closer, I realized it was her younger sister, Susan. She’s a grade below me, so I, of course, never paid her much attention, for the same reason Jasmine didn’t pay me any. However, my thinking changed when Susan got naked. The girl had a sweet little ass and sexy bumps on her chest. The evidence pointed to a Susan with a Jasmine body on the way.

I had questioned my neighbor’s morals last week when Mrs. Davis and Jasmine were outside together, nude, but today, Mrs. Davis and her younger daughter were doing the same thing. That family isn’t anything like mine or any I knew around here. Maybe that’s normal in California where they came from, but here in Florida, I’m pretty sure that’s not normal. I didn’t mind, that’s for sure.

I looked closely at Susan through the binoculars. She didn’t have a bush or curves like her sister, but her bald slit excited me very much. Her tits weren’t really tits yet, just big nipples sticking out of her little lumps, like dark red cherries.

Susan lifted her legs and put a foot on each side of the chair like she was going to get up, but she didn’t. She stayed right there with her legs open, the sun beating down on her puffy pussy lips, which were slightly separated. Wow, I was more excited watching Susan than her mother. Maybe because I actually had a chance with her?

The sound of a car made me look out front. Good, it’s not my mother. It was Mr. Davis. I was disappointed because I figured the girls would cover up and go in the house. I didn’t think Mr. Davis would approve of them sitting around nude in the yard. I watched closely to see how they reacted to the sound of the car door. They just continued talking or whatever they were doing. Susan flipped over on her stomach, giving me a great view of her butt. Damn, with an ass like that, maybe Susan wasn’t younger than me? I’d have to ask her if she’d been left-back. I zoomed in on Mrs. Davis’s nipples, which were rock hard.

Finally, Mrs. Davis looked toward the back door. It opened, Mr. Davis came out and walked toward his wife with nothing on. A huge hose of a cock hung, bouncing from thigh to thigh. I had never seen a man’s dick before, but I was pretty sure they shouldn’t be that big. It was the size of my arm, and Mr. Davis wasn’t hard. I wondered how big it would be if it got hard?

Mr. Davis approached his wife and daughter as if everything were normal. I figured they were nudists, a whole family of nudists, and my brain could handle that. Susan glanced at her father, might have said hello, and her head went back down. I wondered what she thought about the meat log hanging there in front of her eyes.

Nudists, my teenage mind could handle, but what happened next made my brain spin around in my head. The world I knew flipped upside down and inside out. I would probably never be the same.

Mrs. Davis’s hand rose to the cock, lifted it toward her face, then she opened her mouth. My god, the woman is going to blow her husband while her daughter is right there. I didn’t bother jerking off. I glued my eyes to Mrs. Davis’s mouth as it wrapped around that cock. With each suck, he grew, and Mrs. Davis sat up as it did so her face stayed lined up. When the massive tool stuck straight out, Mr. Davis grabbed his wife’s head on each side and rocked, shoving more and more dick into her mouth. Where was it going, I wondered, because it seemed too big to be going down her throat. I zoomed in on the stretched lips sliding up and down. Mrs. Davis’s cheeks puffed out with each forward thrust of his hips. In and out he went while she jerked whatever didn’t fit. Mrs. Davis’s other hand rubbed her enormous tits, pinching and twisting her swollen nipples.

Mr. Davis picked up enough speed to make his giant balls slap her chin. That must be what face-fucking is, I thought and wondered if his cum would get pumped directly into her stomach. Or, maybe he’d pull it out and splatter that beautiful face?

I was so engrossed in the blow job that I had forgotten Susan was there until movement caught my eye. I moved the binoculars away for a wider view, and there she was, kneeling with her face next to her mother’s. What the fuck was going to happen now? I put the binoculars back to my eyes. Mrs. Davis wrapped her hand around the shaft, extracted the cock from her head, and aimed it at her daughter’s face. The girl I considered too young for me to pay attention to, licked her father’s dick. My balls erupted in my shorts. In my wildest fantasies, I couldn’t have come up with anything more erotic. How could I have? I’m a teenage boy who has only seen playboy a couple of times.

Susan’s mouth really had to stretch to fit him inside, but she looked like she knew what she was doing. How many times had she worked that fat cock head in and out between her teeth? She wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard. The head popped out of her mouth and she licked it like it was her favorite ice pop.