An apology and..

I then realized who was before me. The lanky nineteen-year-old was Jenni's skinnydipping date of the night before. And the porcelain-skinned beauty was the divorcee Jenni had referred to, before my wife and I took her by the inground pool.

I could tell by the look my wife was giving me, as she clenched tighter around my waist, that she hoped this stern-sounding woman wasn't going to cause trouble for us so soon after our moving in to the neighborhood. Everyone else we had met brought new meaning to the word friendly.

Hoping to ease any tension, I offered the mother and son a seat in our living room. She smiled gratefully and took a seat in a nearby armchair. Her son moved by another seat, but seemed to think better of it. "No thanks, I can stand," he muttered, barely audible.

I was about to ask what was on the woman's mind when she spoke up.

"We really can't stay long. I just wanted Ben to apologize for his part in last night's events. He's certainly old enough to know better than to trespass on other people's property. He should certainly no better than to be swimmiing nude, with a girl. Who knows what might transpire!"

Lisa and I exchanged relieved glances. Our part in this didn't seem to be of concern, if she witnessed it at all.

Martha leaned towards where we were now sitting as she began to explain her take on last night's activities. I tried not to be too obvious as I glanced at the cleavage revealed by the vee of her sweater. The conservative shorts had pulled up when she sat to reveal all of her long smooth legs. She certainly didn't look like what I thought of when I heard the name Martha.

"It was getting late and I had just come home from work and was in no mood to deal with the laundry I had asked my son to put away, but I did so anyway, because he was nowhere to be found. I hadn't bothered to turn on the linen closet light when I brought the remaining bath towels up to store. I merely used the hallway light that shone in. As I stacked things on the shelf, I thought I heard splashing, and was wondering where it was coming from, since our pool's pump was broken. I got on my tiptoes to look out the small window and saw Ben and his little girlfriend in your pool with nothing on. I was ready to head down to chase them out when I saw you turn the pool light on. It shamed me to see him try and escape, like a common thief, and leave the poor girl there." Martha shot her son a disappointed glance, saying, "I thought I taught him to respect women better than that."

He bowed his head again. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

Martha did reach over to rub his back a little, saying, "I know it's been hard on him since the divorce, and moving here nearly a year ago. Though, his father was never much help. Ben's always been a handful, but I love him!" she smiled to her son.

I attempted to lighten the mood.

"Well, there was really no harm done, Martha. I understood from his girlfriend that noone was expected to be here for a few days, so I could understand them taking advantage of the opportunity to beat the oppressive heat," I smiled, looking over at Ben.

He looked at me, and smiled slightly back, in thanks. "I really do apologize for last night. It won't happen again."

"Well, words don't really go far with teenagers," she replied, shooting Ben a withering glance. "But I think you know that. You and Lisa seemed to have found more effective ways of communicating your concerns with little Jenni. I'd like you to do the same with my Ben here."

My wife and I looked at each other again. We had been seen. But what did she want us to do with her son? Martha continued.

"I've already done what I've could in disciplining him last night. You see, I tried to confront him as soon as he ran back into the house, but somehow are paths crossed. When I finally decided to check up on him, I headed to his bedroom at the back of the house. The door was open and the lights were off. I was ready to go back downstairs to look for him, when I saw a silhouette by the window overlooking our yards. There was enough light to tell he was still naked and he was, well, masturbating to what he was looking at out the window."

Lisa and I both looked at Ben, thinking about him watching us last night. His face was beet red as he stood there stoically, the subject of the conversation. I felt my wife pinch my side. This news seemed to be having a salacious effect on her.

"He was so caught up in what he was doing, he didn't even hear me step up behind him. I looked over his shoulder and saw you two taking care of his little girlfriend. With the window open, we could hear every word," Martha related to us as we sat dumbfounded, unable to believe that our every move was being watched by these two. I could have sworn the woman's nipples were hardening under the light wool of her white sweater as she continued the story.

"Not surprisingly, when I reached out to touch his shoulder, he seemed to jump a foot!" Martha said. "His.. penis also jumped and shot all over the window pane. Suffice to say, he was busy cleaning that mess this morning!"

I saw my wife's little pink tongue stick out a little as she listened. I could just imagine her thinking about watching the young stud washing his seed off the window.

"I told him I would not tolerate that wanton behavior as long as he is under my roof. I made him kneel at his bed and take ten of my best with the belt. I don't care how mature he thinks he is, 'Spare the rod, spoil the child'!" she told us with a gleam in her eye as she absently fondled the belt at the waistband of her shorts.

My wife and I both looked at each other again, with more than a little concern. No wonder he didn't want to sit down! I pondered what we might be getting ourselves into.

My wife put our concerns into words first, though.

"We'd certainly be willing to help, Martha. I know raising him on your own can't be easy," Lisa said, eyeing the strapping lad. "But what exactly do you want us to do?"