Neighborhood Watch (starring Maya Hawke, Uma Thurman, & Jessica Chastain)

Starring Maya Hawke as Janey, the daughter next door

Starring Uma Thurman as Jill, the mother next door

Starring Jessica Chastain as Amanda, the wife

The first time Jeffrey saw his new neighbor Jill masturbating in her back yard, he thought he’d hit the jackpot. She was a pretty woman, a few years older than him, which he wouldn’t expect to be into, but the way she went at herself, lying on the grass, three fingers of her right hand thrusting deep inside herself, then after a while bringing them up to her face and smearing her own juices all over herself, with her mouth wide open. As she did that, her left hand took over the thrusting duties, then they switched. She was naked, head to toe, and her body was amazing for a woman her age as she thrust her pelvis at her fiddling fingers.

He was tempted to take out his cock and jerk off as he watched, but his wife Amanda was in the other room. And it was one thing to enjoy being voyeuristic but another to be mutually masturbating with the new neighbor. The latter felt a bit too much like cheating.

He loved his wife very much, though after 18 years of marriage there wasn’t much hot passionate sex anymore. Which is why he didn’t feel too bad about at least watching Jill go to town on her own body. After all needed some kind of excitement in his life.

Jill and her daughter Janey had moved in about two weeks ago. He’d noticed that they were a very attractive mother/daughter duo right away and thought it would be nice to have a couple pretty ladies to look at.

He never expected anything like this.

After a few minutes, Jill squirted all over the grass, her body erupting in a wild shudder. Then after lying and panting for a few more minutes, her large breasts heaving up and down, her wet face glistening in the summer sun, she stood up, looked around, and vanished indoors.

Jeffrey took a deep breath and wondered if he’d stumble upon Jill doing something like that again. The only reason he didn’t was because it was impossible to ‘stumble upon’ something you were looking for. For the next three days, Jeffrey snuck into the back bedroom and peeked out the window, each time he passed by it. How could be not? Each time he thought: it could be happening right now and all he had to do was take a quick look.

On the fourth day, he saw it again. This time Jill had a pair of blue polka dot panties held up to her face, turned inside out, as she licked at the crotch.

Jeffrey shook his head in amazement, instantly getting hard. This woman was a freak, obsessed with her own juices. With each passing moment it was harder not to unzip himself and join in. Every part of what he was viewing was wild. The closet he looked, the wilder it got. Her free hand rubbed furiously at her clit (that part was predictable). Then he noticed that her asshole was stuffed with a plug. Then, when he returned is attention to her impassioned face, he noticed the bold red lipstick she was wearing. As she pressed her mouth into the wet panties, she left lipstick smears across them.

“Honey!” Shit! Amanda was calling from downstairs. “Are you doing the laundry or not?”

He gritted his teeth. He could stay and watch. It would be too suspicious. He went back to his boring daily chores.

Then, three days later, something magnificent happened. The power at work went out. And everyone was sent home. It was a beautiful sunny day, just beckoning Jill to be outdoors, he was sure. And with Amanda at work and him home alone, watching, he’d have the jerk of his life.

Ever since she interrupted his last viewing, he’d felt less guilty about straying from Amanda. After all, why wasn’t she naughty like Jill? Why did his needs have to be filled by someone who didn’t even know he was watching?

The drive home was interminably long. The worst thing would be if he got home and Jill wasn’t even outside having a good time… which was very possible, maybe even likely. Still, when he pulled into the driveway he was hard and throbbing.

Why go upstairs? He thought to himself. Why not just go next door to Jill’s back yard? It’s right there.

He wasn’t ready to go that far. So he went inside, up to the back room, threw open the door, and saw…

His wife. Amanda stared out the window, her hand clearly down the front of her pants, rubbing herself at what she was witnessing. And shockingly, she hadn’t heard him open the door.

He walked toward her softly, wondering if maybe she was just as horny and unsatisfied as he was. Still, he’d never known her to be into other women before. But there was no doubt what was going on. As he got closer it only became more obvious, even though he could only seen her from behind. Her shoulders heaved as she breathed. Her arm moved up and down and up and down.

He wrapped his arms around her, thinking they’d have wild passionate sex while watching Jill’s show. Instead Amanda shrieked and collapsed to the ground. Jeffrey followed.

“What are you doing home?” Amanda asked, once the adrenaline cooled and the dust settled. The top of her jeans were unbuttoned, and her fingers, which she’d used to brace her fall, were wet.

“What are you doing home?” Jeffrey asked back.

She smiled then took a deep breath. “So you know about it too.”

Jeffrey nodded.

“And you’ve been watching her too.”

Jeffrey nodded again.

“I think I’m obsessed with her.” Amanda admitted much to Jeffrey’s surprise. “I can’t stop thinking about her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as sexy as her body…. Sorry.”

Jeffrey wasn’t jealous. I’m fact, this turn of events was better than anything he could have hoped for. He stood up slowly and peeked out the window, to share in his wife’s delight.

And saw Janey, the daughter, lying in the grass next door, her hand buried deep into her blue polka dot panties, rubbing hard, her face deep in desire, mouth open wide, eyes rolling back into her head. Her body was young but her breasts were thick and ample, just like her mother’s.

“Isn’t that the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?” Amanda asked.