I'd attend Helen's cheerleading practice, videotaping it for later "use." I'd masturbate while looking out a second story window whenever one of the g...rls was sunbathing beside our backyard pool.Then I got bolder. I'd walk into one of their rooms at night, pull back the covers, maybe raise the selected girl's T-shirt, and jerk off to the sight of a pantied ass, a tender pair of titties, or the contoured hint of a concealed young mound.I most often chose Millicent, the thirteen-year-old, for. It was okay until I became 18 and had sexuality grow inside me, but it seemed that my mother didn’t bother if her pallu was down and her cleavage was all visible up to deep inside.A lot of my friends used to visit my place and I could make out that some of them liked staring at my mom’s breasts and cleavage. It used to be embarrassing and I always tried to get out of the house with my friends as soon as possible. It was a summer afternoon. My school had finished and I was supposed to join. This was the first deer hunting on that property this year and the dear hunting season ended Thanksgiving Day. Goose season was starting the day after Thanksgiving.They had high hopes for a good hunt tomorrow; Jason had been scouting before coming to the office. There were bucks, big bucks and because there had been no hunting since last year, they were not flighty. I told them to send pictures to my email after the hunt.When I woke up at 5 Jenny and Vicky were already gone. It was their night. Just then my eyes were ripped away once again when out of the sliding glass doors comes another couple. They ran past the humping threesome and jumped into the pool making a huge splash. When they came up for air, my cock became instantly rigid as I realized it was Bruce and Sarah, Katies parents. My mind was in a fog and had trouble processing what I was seeing. My neighbors were skinny dipping while their daughter was getting fucked in the pool and was eating another girls pussy. My cock.