I was transfixed, literally. It was impossible for me to move as I looked out of my bedroom window that summer afternoon, down into my neighbor's yard and saw Bobby and Valerie DeJong fucking.
Their son, Chet, had been my best friend through high school and I knew the family well, but this was the first time in my 18 years of existence on the planet that I'd witnessed a couple in the flesh, screwing each other for all they were worth. It was shocking, mesmerizing and exciting as I stood a couple of feet back from my window, watching them and stroking myself.
They used a patio lounger and Valerie spent a lot of time on her knees, apparently urging her husband as he slammed into her from behind. Their black skin made them look like silhouettes against the sandy paving of their yard, Valerie's breasts hanging down and swinging as Bobby fucked her. And his cock... it was huge. It looked to be almost a foot long (I know now that was unlikely, but that's what it looked like) and straight as a rule. It was so long it looked like he couldn't fit all of it inside her -- at least three inches stayed outside Valerie's pussy.
I had just looked out of the window casually when I'd spotted them. Now over the initial surprise, I was on the verge of cumming as I watched them. Bobby turned Valerie over and kneeled on the lounger, directing his huge tool at her groin. Once inside he started his rhythm again, making Valerie's eyes close in pleasure as he pumped faster and faster. I came before he did, spurting youthfully across my carpet, but my cock was still rock hard as I watched Bobby's body stiffen and obviously cum inside Valerie. Unlike the porn movies I'd seen, he didn't pull out and shoot cum over her, just stayed inside and finished his orgasm.
When they were done the lay naked together on the lounger, his cock still looking enormous as it deflated slowly. I watched for a while before backing away from the window and stroking myself again.
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Next time I saw Valerie was a few days later, when I called round to see what Chet was up to. We'd both finished high school a couple of weeks before. Chet was headed for a football scholarship at Texas, me to University of Illinois. I hadn't seen my friend since the weekend and knocked on the DeJong's front door.
Valerie answered, dressed in some tight jeans and a pink crewneck top. I stumbled over my first words, not able to get the image of her naked out of my mind, but managed to ask for Chet.
"He's over at his cousins, on his way back I believe. Should be here in a half-hour or so." Valerie smiled at me and I started to feel a little more comfortable, assuming she knew nothing of my voyeurism. "Would you like to come in and wait for him? I'm just prepping some food for tonight. You're welcome to wait."
It seemed natural for me to accept, after all, it's what I would've done many times before that day. I knew that my perception of Valerie had changed, but she didn't.
We lived in an affluent suburb and back then fewer moms worked, so it was very normal for Valerie to take time to prepare the family dinner, just as my mother did, often baking as well. I followed her into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. She offered me lemonade but then remembered that I preferred soda, so poured me a Coke. My family socialized with the DeJong's a little, mostly at neighborhood cookouts and the like. We got on well with them but this was twenty years ago and some didn't... the color of their skin still somewhat unusual in the suburbs. If they ever felt any resentment, none of the family showed it.
We chatted about the coming college days for a few minutes. Rightfully so, she was very proud of Chet's scholarship but she also showed genuine interest in where I was going and what I expected life to be like in the college world. I'd heard many times that she'd studied Chemistry in Florida, but parents seemed to have a habit of forgetting what they'd told people and tell them again. I guess I'm like that now!
I had ample opportunity to study Valerie, as I'd never seen her before. She had been Chet's mom for all the years we'd lived next to them, but now she was the lady I'd seen fucking in her yard.
She always had a ready smile and a kind disposition, but for the first time I noticed that she had beautifully smooth skin, very dark and providing a stark contrast for her white teeth that made them seem almost incandescent. She had a good figure, maybe a few extra ponds around her hips, but wonderfully round and distinct breasts that bobbled just enough with her movements to suggest they were heavy when released from her bra.
In the yard Valerie's hair had been combed back and in a ponytail but today it was hanging around her face, wavy from styling I thought, but very sensual. I'd never thought about her age much before, but she must have been at least forty-three, and looking good for it. My standard for beauty back then was young movie stars and other pin-ups, but it now came to me that my friend's mother was very beautiful.
"You'll have fun." Valerie concluded our college discussion just as the phone rang. "Excuse me." Valerie spoke with a soft, accent-less voice.
"It was Chet." Valerie breezed back into the kitchen. "They got tickets for the baseball game tonight, he's staying over at my sister's. Sorry."
"No problem." I took the last drink of my Coke. "It was nice to talk with you. Thanks for the Coke." I stood to leave.
"No, wait." Valerie placed a light touch on my forearm, stopping me in my tracks. "Hold up. Stay a little while. I'd like to talk to you some more." She seemed a little more awkward than normal but was smiling at me.
I had nowhere to go and wasn't in the habit of turning down requests from adults so I sat back down at the table. Valerie immediately poured me another drink. She shuffled around the sink, putting things away without saying anything and then she came and sat at the table with me. Our silence had become a little strained suddenly. It felt like Valerie wanted to say something to me and as I had no idea what that might've been, I had no clue how to start the conversation. I mostly thought she wanted to talk about Chet. She'd asked me about his girlfriends once or twice, just in a maternal sort of way, not prying or uncomfortable.
Valerie sat across from me with her hands on the table, her fingers intertwining in a way that looked slightly nervous. I felt my own nerves start to build. What could she want?
"I..." She made a false start and her eyes fell to her hands. "I think you saw us the other day. Bobby and I." She finished her words looking into my eyes.
I thought about pleading innocent, that I didn't know what she thought I saw, but the look in her eyes suggested there was no room for denial - she knew. I nodded.
"I'm sorry." She seemed genuinely repentant. "Our yard is so private. The trees mean no one can see in, except from your bedroom, that's the only angle. I guess we just got carried away."
There was a faint smile on Valerie's lips as she spoke, but her tone was quiet. I didn't feel there was anything I could say that would either make her feel better or excuse my watching them.
"I saw you at the window. Afterwards." She leaned forward, now a little conciliatory. "I guessed you'd been there for a while. I guessed you'd seen... everything?"
Rather than just nod again, I managed, "I did."
"I'm so sorry. That wasn't fair on you." Valerie reached over and took my hand in hers. Her words sounded sincere.
I tried to reassure her. "It's okay. It's no big deal."
