"Hi there!" Jane said cheerfully, as she entered the back door into the kitchen. Hank sat at the table, looking at his phone.

"Hey!" he said, smiling. He stood and took the thirty year old woman in his arms. She lifted her pretty face and the sixty year old man bent to kiss her. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her slender body against his as his arms encircled her thin waist. She opened her mouth and took his tongue in hers, sucking it lustfully as he squeezed her ass through her short waitress uniform.

"Wow!" she gasped when the kiss broke, "Miss me?" she spoke teasingly, but her pretty eyes sparkled with delight.

"Always," he answered.

"Well maybe I should get out of this stinky uniform and into something....less!" she said, smiling playfully.

"Sounds good, but let's not make too much noise," Hank suggested, "We don't want to interrupt Tommy right now."

Ann looked at him curiously.

"Oh?" she said, 'Why? What's he doing?"

"Well," Hank said, smiling slyly, "He's uh - busy right now, if you know what I mean." Her puzzled expression showed him that she didn't know what he meant.

"Come on," he said, taking her hand and guiding her toward the stairs.

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Tommy lay on his bed with his back against the wall and his legs splayed out in front of him.

He was naked.

The ten year old had his hard cock in his hand and was pumping it slowly while looking at his iPod. His thin body was coated in sweat, and his four inch cock was red and hard. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, blending with the oil Tommy had applied to the rod earlier.

Hank had told him to come to his room half an hour ago. The older man had told him to masturbate, but not to cum until he received a signal. Tommy didn't know what the signal would be, but hoped it would come soon. He was on the edge. He was ready to spurt, but was holding off. Mr. Miller had told him he would be punished if he came too soon, but that he couldn't stop. His fist slowed, so he didn't shoot prematurely.

The door to his room was open a crack, but with the lights on in his room and off in the hall, he couldn't see through it. He suspected that the perverted neighbor was spying on him, perhaps jerking off himself.

He returned his attention to the mobile device lying on his bed and moaned as his cock throbbed futilely in his hand, leaking more clear slime on his fingers. Tommy wanted to cum bad.

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Hank and Ann walked down the hall hand in hand. The tall older man held a finger to his lips to silence her, stopping in front of Tommy's bedroom door. He tipped his head to indicate she should look through the gap into his room.

Ann looked at him questioningly, and peered through the opening.

She gasped, holding her hand to her mouth.

The shocked young mother saw her little boy masturbating! She looked at Hank, mouth open and eyes wide. He smiled and leaned toward her, whispering in her ear.

"It's perfectly natural," he assured her, his hand on the small of her back, "We all do it!" he concluded, winking at her.

Ann turned from him and back at her son, who sat naked and sweating, pulling slowly on his surprisingly long erection. Ann's eyes were glue to her young son's naked body. A sheen of sweat glistened on his tanned skin. Her gaze traveled from his profile, down his chest, which rose and fell with his deep breathing, across his flat stomach and to his slender, toned thighs.

She could see his hard penis past his hip, but his testicles were hidden by his leg. Focusing on his hard cock, she saw his small fist sliding up and down the oily shaft slowly. Teasingly.

Her cheeks were flushed when she turned to Hank. She leaned forward to whisper to him.

"Should we stop him?" she asked. He shook his head.

"No way!" he said with a grin "He's almost there, see?"

She looked back, feeling guilty but unable to stop watching. Tommy's body trembled as he worked his hand slowly up and down on his cock.

Ann felt Hank's hand on her waist, but couldn't tear her eyes away from the spectacle of her masturbating son.

"Look at his iPod," Hank whispered in her ear. She felt his hot breath on her neck and her nipples hardened.

She looked at the device lying on the bed next to Tommy's leg and swallowed a cry.

It was her! Tommy had a picture of Ann on his iPod. She was wearing a negligee that Hank had gotten her. It was a see-through bustier with garters and lace stockings, with a matching thong.

And Tommy was masturbating to it!

The shocked young mother felt her skin turn cold. Her nipples hardened further, and she felt a familiar warmth spreading between her legs.

Her knees bent, and Hank had to put and arm around her waist to keep her from falling against the door. She leaned on him, staring dumbly at her masturbating son with his left arm around her.

In his right hand, Hank was tapping on his phone with his thumb.

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A message appeared across the top of Tommy's i-pod.

"Go ahead!" it said.

With a relieved smile, Tommy picked up the pace of his stroking fist. It only took a few seconds until his cock exploded, shooting several long, thin streams of semen into the air. The clear slime streaked the sheets between Tommy's legs. It was a good thing he had had the foresight to set his mobile device to the side while he jerked off.

The sweating boy collapsed against the headboard, his knees falling to the sides and his shrinking cock lying on his wrinkled balls.

With a shaky hand, the boy lifted his iPod and flipped through the pictures Hank had taken on it of his mother. They were all shots of his mom in revealing outfits that Hank himself had gotten her.

He had loaded dozens of such pictures in the device for the boy to peruse and masturbate to. With a sigh, Tommy leaned back and closed his eyes as his heart rate returned to normal.

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Ann let Hank guide her the rest of the way down the hall to her bedroom on shaky legs.

What had she just done? Her head swam with imprecations, and implications. She had seen her little boy masturbating - to her picture. And she had watched! Willingly!

"Oh my God!" she gasped, slumping to the bed, "Oh my God!"

"What?" Hank asked, sitting next to her.

"What?" she repeated, "I just watched my own son jerking off! To my picture!" she said, struggling to keep her voice down.

"So?" Hank asked, ""It's perfectly natural. Boys often turn to their mothers or sisters as their first sex objects.

"After all, you're the only woman he knows well, or sees on a regular basis."

Ann stared at Hank as the import of his words penetrated her stunned brain.

"Really?" she said shakily.

"I used to wait outside the bathroom door, waiting for my sister to come out of the shower, so I could see her naked!" Hank confided. Ann looked at him, her mind reeling.

"Who else would the boy turn to when he started noticing girls?" Hank asked gently. He laid his hand on Ann's bare thigh, below the hem of her short dress, "He sees you every day, and you're a pretty hot girl!" he said, grinning.

Ann looked sidelong at him, smiling.

"Shut up!" she said, without conviction.

"Would you rather have him looking at porn online?" the man asked.

Ann was unaware that Hank had been showing her son gay porn movies practically since they had met.

She looked at him gratefully and smiled, leaning into his embrace.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," she muttered against his chest. Hank held her tightly while unzipping her dress down the back. She snuggled against him and let him side her dress down her arms. At Hank's insistence, she didn't wear a bra.

The dress folded back onto the bed, and Hank turned to kneel in front of the young mother. He kissed her, and she let him explore her mouth with his tongue while he squeezed her small, firm breasts in his hands.

When he pushed her back, she lay on the bed and lifted her hips so he could pull her dress down and off. He pulled her thong aside to get to her shaved pussy lips, which were slick with her own juices. She moaned softly when his tongue parted her labia and slipped into her wet pussy. She rested her thighs on his shoulders so he could get his face against her sex as he lapped at her interior.

Ann put a hand on top of Hank's head, holding his face against her wet cunt, and rubbed her slit up and down on his tongue. Hank reached up and squeezed her tits as he ate her, pinching and twisting her nipples.

Ann's back arched, and she gasped as she felt the pressure build in her pussy. Her orgasm was so close!

She tried to stifle the moan that escaped her lips as she came. She breathed in short gasps, jerking her hips and bumping her swollen clit against Hank's upper lip. Shocks of orgasmic pleasure swept through her when the little sex organ contacted her lover's mouth.

The whole time her body was shivering and shaking through the intense orgasm, Ann was visualizing her ten year old son, jerking his cock and looking at her picture. Her mind replayed the arcs of his semen over and over as he came while looking at her body. She saw his hard cock spurting, the red head being squeezed by Tommy's small fist, and the white slime coursing down the side and trailing over his fingers.

Ann lay gasping on the bed, her legs splayed wide. Her chest rose and fell while she regained her composure.

"Oh my God!" she panted.

Hank rose and lay down by her side, his fingers tracing patterns on the soft skin of her belly and chest. He looked up and smiled, at where Tommy watched past the door the devious neighbor had left open.

On purpose.