When I was young, the family across the street had a nice pool. They had two kids. A son who was younger and a daughter my age. The family came over and introduced themselves as soon as we moved in. I'll change all the names. It's entirely possible that any one of the people in this story could read this. When they came over to introduce themselves, I don't think that I said a word. I was shy with girls and I thought that Jane was the prettiest girl that I had ever seen. She was fair skinned with long, curly, dark hair. She had big eyes and a nerdy, authoritative way of talking that made me swoon as much as it made me shrink.
Pretty quickly all of the neighborhood kids would be swimming over at Jane's. It's strange but as much as I was in love with Jane and really every girl to some extent, I don't remember what they looked like. At that time, girls were for love and adoration. While I knew, intellectually that they got turned on and that many must masturbate, it just seems too unreal. I couldn't wrap my head around the idea that they had the same overwhelming urges.
On this particular day, it was just Jane, my sister and my mom supervising. We were still at the point where there had to be an adult. My mom was laying in the sun, on a towel, on the pavement at the edge of the shallow end. I had seen girls in front of the pool jets and knew what they were doing but it was discrete. Jane and my sister we not being discrete at all. They must have been at it for a while and were talking opening about what they were doing with my mom not five feet away. They were taking turns bending over in front of the jet and letting it hit their pussies from behind. Each of them would hunch over with their eyes closed and dreamy look on their faces and rock back and forth and then squeal and run away from it. They were trying to see who could take it the longest.
I didn't think about my mom at all at the time but in retrospect, she was definitely watching Jane and her daughter masturbating together. It must have turned her on. I bet that she had to make at least a couple of needy pushes with her hips into the pavement. Maybe she even snuck her had between her legs.
I was so turned on by what I was seeing and began to rub my cock over my swim suit. It was Jane's turn and she realized that I was watching. I moved closer into the shallower water and it was obvious that I was rubbing my cock. Jane just held eye contact with me and shamelessly thrusted her ass against the flowing water. Then mom noticed and immediately put a stop to it.
It is one of my most erotic memories. It wasn't the only time that Jane an I would turn each other on over the years. I would also find out later that Jane and my sister had a very sexual relationship. It makes me angry and hurt that my mom enjoyed, or at least allowed them to have sex play when she had found me experimenting with other boys she always reacted with horror and shamed me. I wish she could have been as understanding with me.
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