I heard my mother call out my name, "Kane? Where are you honey?"

"Out back Mom," I yelled back. My mother came through the sliding glass doors that overlooked the backyard and our pool. She was dressed in her short white tennis outfit - high skirt, much cleavage and less suited for playing tennis than playing games. Mom was, in two words, a rich bitch. Not that I faulted her for this. In fact, it was my father's untimely death that had led to our sudden wealth. Mom took it better than I would have imagined, although going from a small ranch in the valley to this million-dollar home overlooking the country club grounds helped her recover. Dad had amassed a large amount of money and insurance -- something my mother was not aware of until his death. All told, he left us nearly nine million dollars, give or take a hundred grand. Mine came in the form of a trust - it wasn't relay mine until I turned 30, then I got 2 million. But I needed to go to college and get a degree before I received on penny. Dad was like that.

"Honey," my Mom started to talk, "I'm heading down to the club for a little tennis, then maybe some drinks, okay?" I appraised my mother, looking her up and down overtly. Then I let out a loud fox whistle. She laughed. "You think I look okay then?" She did. She had lost nearly 40 pounds since we moved here and she did look great. I nodded and smiled.

"So, do you have any plans for the day?" She asked.

"Not really, Mom. Probably just hang here, swim a little and maybe go roller blading later on," I replied. That was the only bad thing about the new place: I was an outsider. The girls saw my wealth as 'undeserved' even though I'd paid a higher price for my money then they ever would. No silver spoon here.

My Mom's brow furrowed and she pretended to scold me, "Now Kane, you have got to get out and meet some people! You can't just hang out next to the pool all summer!"

"Well then Mom," I replied, "Introduce me to one of your hot tennis partners!"

My Mom just laughed and hit my shoulder, "You, my son, are incorrigible!" She gave me a quick peck on the forehead and dashed off to the country club.

I knew she'd be gone at least for the afternoon, maybe even for dinner. It generally depended on whom she met and how much she had to drink. The tennis club even had a small 'hotel' - really a series of bungalows - for members to use for 'rests.' Mom rested a lot these days, especially with Dirk, her tennis coach and some-time partner.

I heard her Mercedes leave the driveway and I stretched out on the chaise. The sun was beating down and soon I realized that I'd fallen asleep for better than an hour! I checked for burn and was relieved to find my skin a shade darker and not beet-red! I got up, went in the house, got a soda, and returned to the pool deck. That's when I heard some noise from the back yard next door. All the houses in the neighborhood are separated by eight-foot high privacy fence. It's supposed to give the illusion of not living next to anyone; I think it feels more like a prison.

Curious, I walked over to the fence and peered through the slats. There was a small girl, maybe six, on the other side of the fence. She had on a yellow sundress that just covered her thighs. She was dancing, like a ballerina, fluidly across the yard. When she performed a perfectly executed pirouette her dress rose up over her hips, exposing pink underwear. She was humming a song I didn't recognize as she danced. She ran, jumped and as she did a mid-air split with the grace of a cat, she exposed her panties again. She landed near the fence and within a few feet of where I stood. She didn't see me though, since the slat separation was less then a half inch.

"Helena!" A woman's voice called out.

"Yeah, Mommy, out here!" the girl, Helena, called back in a sing-songy voice.

"Honey, Mommy's going to the store. I'll be right back, okay?" the woman called out. I was surprised, Helena seemed a little young to leave alone.

"Sure Mommy, I'll just be out here dancing!" the girl replied happily.

I heard the door shut, then a moment later their garage door opened and the mother left. The whole time Helena danced as effortlessly as a butterfly floating over a field. Then she stopped. Craning her head to listen for something I didn't hear. "Mommy?" She called out. When she didn't get a response she smiled to herself. Then I watched as she took off her sundress, then her panties too! She stood nude, in the supposed privacy of her back yard. Her skin was milky-white and looked soft. She lacked a tummy or even the usual babyfat. Her dancing had helped form strong, firm muscles. Her chest was still flat, but her areolas and hardened nipples were visible even from my vantagepoint. Her small, protruded pussy was also visible, or at least the small pink gash. I watched appreciatively as she danced, twirled and jumped in the nude. I particularly enjoyed the jumps since her spread legs parted the small vaginal opening. I'm not sure how long I was watching Helena. It was only when her mother came back home that the show was interrupted.....(cont)