Amy felt thoroughly fucked. She loved that feeling. She lived for that feeling. She wanted to feel it again. But Ron was asleep on the bed beside her underneath the open window. She thought about taking a shower downstairs, maybe masturbating under the hard pounding hot water. She walked naked to the door of the bedroom, her full, hard-nippled breasts swaying, her full tight ass gyrating, her straight brown hair bouncing around her shoulders. She made a big show of opening the door. She liked making a big show. It was why she danced. It was why she fucked her boyfriends so loudly in front of the open window. It was hard to say whether she knew she had a real audience or whether there was another audience in her head.

She wasn't but half way down the stairs when she heard noises from her mother's bedroom. Unmistakable noises. The kind of noises she hadn't heard since her father had run off with one of her dance teachers. She hadn't realized her mother was "seeing anyone" as her mother would have put it. More importantly, as Amy would put it, her mother had definitely not been "getting any." Which was why Amy figured her mother took it out on her, yelling at her about what a slut she was. Amy had taken to locking her door when boys stayed the night, and her mother pretended that nothing was going on. It was a truce, but an awkward truce. Maybe if her mother was getting laid more often Amy could start leaving her door unlocked. Amy smiled to herself and tiptoed to the bedroom door.

The window to the second floor bedroom was open too, and there was enough light from the street that Amy could see very clearly, even more clearly than someone looking through the window with binoculars from the house across the yards. Her mother was flat on her back, the back of her head toward the bedroom door, her new coworker, Sam, pounding her hard from above. Amy liked Sam. She'd met him when she went to visit her mother in the office just the day before. Sam was big and handsome and he couldn't stop staring at Amy.

Sam was staring at Amy now. He smiled a big smile at her, and she smiled back, one hand cupping her cunt and the other squeezing her nipples roughly, watching him slide in and out of her mother. Her mother was enjoying it very much. Amy rubbed faster and harder as Sam pumped harder and faster and then he was groaning and her mother was screaming loud enough that she could be heard across the yards and Amy was biting her own hand to keep her mother from hearing her come as waves of pleasure washed over her. Amy leaned against the doorframe weakly, then blew a kiss at Sam and dashed back upstairs. Anybody who could make her mother come like that should be rewarded.

Amy made a big show out of closing the door to her room again, pressing it shut with her whole body, crushing her massive breasts against it, her light skin contrasting beautifully with the dark wood. But Ron was nowhere to be seen. Unbeknownst to Amy, Ron had climbed out the window and was now lying naked on the roof of the bay window of Amy's mother's bedroom. Amy almost screamed when he stuck his head back in, inviting her to join him. But, being not the sharpest member of a family known more for libido than brains, and really much too horney to consider the consequences of a 20 foot drop to the sidewalk, Amy climbed out the window next to Ron, where he proceeded to fuck her silly for the next 15 minutes in exactly the same fashion that Sam had just been fucking her mother, at exactly the same time that Sam was fucking her mother again, this time on a couch in the bedroom bay window directly under Amy, both of them oblivious to the pounding on the roof above.

Amy, remembering why she'd come upstairs, climbed back into the room, made Ron put his clothes on and guided him down the back stairs, and out the back door, stopping to kiss him deeply, still naked. Ron walked across the backyard into the alley, where he stood for a few minutes looking back up at her brightly lit window before turning and walking home.

What Ron couldn't see from down on the sidewalk was Amy tiptoeing back into her mother's room, where her mother was sleeping on the bed, or Sam gathering his clothes and following Amy out of the room, or both of them reappearing in Amy's room, or Amy closing the door, again, the same way, this time making a big show out of locking it, or Amy walking to the window with a seductive roll to her hips. But what Ron did see was Amy bending over the bed, her breasts swaying beneath her, staring straight out across the yard, untying the cords that bound the curtains open for the first time in a very long time, untying them slowly and somewhat awkwardly and almost lovingly with her left hand, her right hand clamped firmly, and very actively, between her thighs.