"What is this you are watching Caleb?"
Molly Indrabooty used her face time function on her cell to chat with her boyfriend, if you could call him that, Caleb Houser. He was obviously watching a porno on his laptop at home. Brother Nathan there beside him.
"Porno."
"I could be your porno if I were not so sore. I have blisters on my bum."
"Not good. That's okay you just get better. Once you come back to school I want you to show up Heather and the others girls. We're gonna do something really big next week."
"As long as my parents do not find out, I will do as you ask."
"Not asking Molly." He extends a droll dedicated stare.
Expressionless Molly immediately responds, "Yes, as you say."
"Daaaamn! This girl is destroying her pussy with a dildo." Nathan chuckles wanting to show Molly the laptop, but Caleb resisted. Hearing her Mother on the other side of the wall Molly winced. She had never heard her Mother masturbating alone before. Least of all so loudly. What had come over Marjorie Indrabooty?
"My Mommah is very loud today."
"I know! We can hear her as if we're right there beside you." Nathan rants as Caleb slugs him from the side to shut him up. Unknown to Molly they were watching her Mother on the laptop. They couldn't let Molly in on the devious nature of her next door neighbor Claude's hidden cameras and microphones. All over the Indrabooty condo were secret devices recording their every move. Even in the hallway, and down in the garage. Not even Caleb knew of everything at the moment, Claude aimed to surprise the boy at a later date. Caleb wanted as much footage of Molly's Mom as possible. The boy had a serious infatuation with her. He was on a mission to build a better Pornstar out of her.
A late night for Molly's Father at work allowed Marjorie time to enjoy herself. Since earlier in the day, when their other neighbor from down the hall Eric Champion took her to the drugstore, which led to a lengthy erotic tour of Miami, Marjorie's hormones were in overdrive. Eric was in her fantasy world suddenly. Not since her college days had Marjorie been so horny. A changed woman in such a short time. It would definitely get worse. Since marrying Sahseej even her innermost fantasies had been repressed. No longer. She loved her man but her needs were growing. Not good for her Hubby.
Of course, if she knew of his own betrayal it might not matter. Her husband was having an affair with a much younger woman behind Marjorie's back. A girl not much older than their daughter. The very sister of Molly's boyfriend. Small world indeed.
"Ohhhh! Do you like watching me play with myself Mister Champion?" Marjorie mumbles giggling at her sensitivity. Hearing her distinctly over his laptop Caleb frowns at her neighbors identity. In Claude's apartment the portly man chuckles swigging his beer, beside him the dashing Eric Champion himself. Man of the hour.
"I think you have her hooked Champ." Claude clinks his bottle against Eric's.
"Haven't even shown her my cock yet. She's in love." Eric smugly nods.
"I'm making copies of this. We can sell them overseas and split the profits."
"Sounds like a plan my devious Amigo."
"Her kids even hotter."
"Oh I know. If I have my way I'll be tapping Molly too."
"Been there done that." Claude brags.
"No fucking way." Eric expresses awe, "You fat bastard."
"Hey now! Wanna see?"
"Her yes. Not your wrinkled up ass."
"Careful now. I can always set cams up in your place too." He chuckles.
"You should. As much pussy as I bring home we could make a killing. Have you seen the hot bitches I get?"
"Yep! I'm game as long as it don't come between our budding friendship."
"I'm Pornstar material." Eric pats his crotch.
"Don't ever do that when we're alone again. I have a stun gun."
The two men laugh and agree to plant cams in Eric's bedroom and living room at least. With a privacy jammer should Eric need it. For now Claude switches his TV to a duel screen and observes both Marjorie and Molly naked in their beds. Easy enough to know who Molly was talking to as she refers to Caleb by name multiple times.
"Hey!" Claude sits up, "Why don't you call Marjorie. Let's see her reaction to your voice stimuli."
"Not a bad idea you sick Fucker." Eric snatches his cell from his pants pocket. "Shit! Three messages from three different girls. Might get some action tonight anyway. What you have a taste for? Chinese masseuse? Swedish stewardess? or, African American dancer? Don't give me that chocolate makes you break out shit. The Swedes make the best candy in the world." Eric chuckles.
"YA! I vood like to watch za Swiss Miss."
"You insensitive prick. Olga it is. Let me text her to come over at 10:00. How long it take you to set my place up?"
"Thirty minutes?"
"Got the parts?"
"Do I have the parts? I could set up every condo in this building by morning."
"Ooo! That cute redhead down in 3C."
"Already got her." Claude laughs flipping channels to watch a stunning redhead taking a bubble bath by candlelight. Sipping red wine for an elegant relaxation."
"Fuck Olga. Let's go take on Renee." Eric sits up mesmerized by her beauty. Muting her as Eric dials Marjorie's number he grins like the Devil. Channel sharing with Renee now the men observe Marjorie's cell ringing as she moans. Hearing her groan at its shrill annoyance Marjorie rolls over to lift her cell to see who was calling. Her dildo left inside her scalding hot pussy. A hand goes to her mouth as she reacts to his number.
"Oh yeah! She's wanting to answer it."
"She's only had my number for six hours." Eric Champion winks.
"She's biting." Claude goes silent pointing at Eric.
"Hello Eric." Marjorie whispers.
"Hey! Just checking in to see how your kid's feeling? That aloe help?"
"She seems to be alright. I haven't heard any dinner bell ring needing anything."
"Great! I'm glad she's doing better. How about you? How are you feeling?" He smirks toward Claude. On the TV Marjorie lays back with her cell to her ear and slyly begins moving her dildo in and out.
"I-I'm fine. Thank you for asking."
