It was my neighbor from upstairs. By chance, he glanced over and apparently saw my whore in action. He stopped dead in his tracks, probably shocked, a...d alarmed at what he was witnessing. I stopped for a moment and said, "You're being watched, just like you wanted". She looked out the window to see the man looking at us, she locked eyes with him and took me deep into her troat. "Show him what a good whore does, baby. Show him how you can suck a cock". I could tell she was excited by this. He leaned in and smelled her washed long brown hair and could not resist and started to kiss her around her ear and slid his hand around her waist. He pressed his cock against her ass and pulled her towards him hard. He really thought this would have woken her up but she was still sound asleep and his hands made their way to her thigh and he caressed it until he got his hand in her panties and started to grab her ass, all the while still smelling and kissing her hair. I felt myself dreaming I. It was Mom who came to watch me I am sleeping or not. Till this time, It was fine as normally my parents check that I have slept or not. But going back towards her room, she closed the door my room which she never does. I got suspicious that why she closed the door of my room and all the images of what I saw at the age of 16 started coming into mind. I guessed that they might have sex now. My guess got stronger when she even closed the door of her room even. Now my dick even started showing. His hair was curly black just like mother’s, but the most striking feature of that little boy were those blue eyes. And Marie was just as beautiful as ever, maybe a bit thinner but still beautiful.“Hi, Greg. You have played hard to find, haven’t you?”I could see from the look on her face that she was not blaming me when she said that, but there was something else, too. Sadness for sure, some joy, maybe determination - and love. There was both love and hurt in her eyes when she looked at me. Or.