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Neighbors
Part 1
by The Razor’s Edge
Mark
Bonnie entered the house from the garage carrying two bags of groceries. “There’s a sold sign on the Mitchell’s house,”
she told me, excited.
“Really! That was fast.” The Mitchells had lived
next door for about three years. They
were great neighbors. I really liked
Stan. It seemed like he had two of
everything. Anything I ever needed
around the house he always had it. I’d
miss good old Stan. Carrie was okay, too.
Kind of plain though. “Frumpy”
would be the right word. But she was
pleasant enough. As for their two
teenaged sons, well, they were jerks. I
wouldn’t miss them at all.
I put down my magazine. “What? Was it on the market two weeks?”
Bonnie thought a second. “I
guess. I wonder what the new people will
be like.”
My name is Mark. I’m 35 years
old, married to Bonnie for 11 years. We
have one child, a girl, 10 year old Brandy.
I work for a major corporation as a technical writer. It’s a fancy name for a guy that takes the
gibberish from software engineers and tries to translate into a children’s book
so the latest 19 year spin sister can read about the software so she can make
an attempt to operate the our company’s computers. Generally these 19 year olds are more worried
about their nails, or what they’ve got planned with their boyfriends for the
weekend, or what the latest fashion is, or the latest office gossip. It’s much more interesting than learning about
their job. It really doesn’t matter
though. Seven times out of ten they’ll
be gone in three months and the next 19 year old speed queen will be there to
take her place. Then that chick will have
to learn the computer system too.
Mostly I work at home, trying to decipher the scrawling of some four
year college geek software guru, translating it into the English language, with
words of no more than two syllables. I
publish what I think they are trying to say by working with the computer and
writing down what I’ve found into a Word document. I then I take the stuff back to the office
twice a week and download it into the mainframe. I’ve been doing it for five years. The job pays well and they haven’t fired me
yet. All things considered, I like what
I do, especially working at home. The
Corporation must like it too.
We live in a rancher, in the suburbs.
I lucked out 11 years ago when I met Bonnie. She is 33 and, in two words, a “classic
beauty.” There are no “ifs, ands, or buts.”
She’s blonde. The color comes
from the bottle, but that’s okay. Her
hair is a little longer than shoulder length.
She has green eyes to die for.
Her figure is almost perfect, except she’s just a little light on top,
about a 34B. She’s five feet seven
inches and when she wears high heels she’s about an inch taller than me. She’s about 120 pounds soaking wet. Bonnie is
on the treadmill at least five times a week, eats right and generally looks
after herself. She always dresses nice. Her hair is always neat, whether down, up or any
other way. Her nose is a little
pointy. She says it’s her worst feature.
Bonnie’s best feature though is her
legs. They are long and slim. I have no idea how I captured this beauty but
I thank my lucky stars just about every day.
After 11 years of marriage I still take a second look when she wears a
nice knee length skirt, sits down on a sofa or chair and crosses those gorgeous
legs. I really should give her more compliments.
She was putting the groceries away.
I got up from the den sofa, walked into the kitchen and started helping
her. After we were done I put my arm
around her waist. “I know I don’t tell
you enough but I love you babe. You’re
the best thing that ever happened to me.” Then I quickly kissed her. Bonnie showed a little shock but she
recovered quickly.
“Mark, you’re such a romantic,” she teased. “I love you too. What brought that on?” It felt good with my
arm around her.
Although Bonne is extremely good looking, our sex life is very
pedestrian. She seems to like it that way.
We seldom talk about it. We are
just happy, I guess. Sometimes, though,
life seems to be passing by far too quickly.
Sometimes I just feel kinky. I
guess most men do, one time for another.
Bonnie wore a skirt and tee to the grocery store. She wears skirts often. I like that.
I think she knows men like looking at her gorgeous legs. I don’t mind at all.
I lifted her skirt, just a little.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because
of your nice legs,” I chuckled. “I think
they’re gorgeous. You should wear
shorter skirts,” I teased.
She stuck out one of those beautiful long legs and looked at it. “You think?
Actually, I saw a nice one in Ross the other day. It was black with a white print. It was silky.
You know. It would kinda sway when I walked.
I thought it was sexy. I even
tried it on but it only came to mid thigh.
I thought it was too short.” Her
voice dropped. It was seductive. “Mmmmm, now that I
know you like minis maybe I should I have bought it.” She’s such a tease.
“Why not? You’ve got the legs, for sure. You’d go out wearing it and drive some poor
bastard crazy, that’s all,” I chuckled. We
seldom talked about sex, or sexy clothes, or short skirts, or anything like
that. I liked this conversation. It was something new. “Maybe you should go braless too,” I teased. “That would be sexy. Braless and a silky
mini-skirt. Wow!”
“Yeah, right. Not with my little tits. But maybe I could wear knee stockings,” she giggled. “I’d look like a hooker.”
‘Tits’, I thought quickly. She
never called them ‘tits’. This was
getting better. “Yeah, that would be
neat. I’d take pictures.”
“Oh yeah? You wish!
You’re nuts. Anyway, I have to
start dinner. Can you call over to the
Johnson’s and get Brandy home?”
Brandy is tall and slim like her mother.
She’s also blonde but her color is natural. Her eyes are brown, like mine. Her eyebrows are thicker than her moms and it
makes her look older than her 10 years.
Brandy is far from a blonde ditz, though. She gets excellent grades and we’re very
proud of her. She will be in the 5th
grade in September. Man they grow up
fast. She’s probably 85 pounds. I’ll bet she’s five feet tall. I made the call.
About a week later I was sitting in the den watching TV. Bonnie and Brandy came in from shopping at
the mall. It was about
“Hi daddy!” Ah, Brandy my love. Always enthusiastic. I loved her to death. She rushed over and gave me a hug. She is still daddy’s little girl. I knew it would change when she became a
teenager. I didn’t want it to happen,
but I was a realist. I enjoyed every hug
now.
“Hi, kitten. Have a good time
shopping?”
“Yeppers,” Brandy yelped. “We had fun.
Mom bought me some nice stuff. I mostly
picked out my own stuff. Mommy didn’t
even say no once. This must be my lucky
day,” she wailed. As quick as she came
in she turned and scampered off to her bedroom, loaded down with plastic bags,
contents unknown.
“So what did it cost me this time?” I asked Bonnie, trying to be
serious.
“Not much. We shopped mostly at
the discount stores. It’s more fun that
way.” She looked at me with an
expression of coyness. Hmmm, I wondered,
quickly. What’s up?
“Guess what was still at Ross today?” she said playfully. “Ta-da!” She lifted a skirt from a bag. It was the one she was obviously talking
about in the kitchen the other day. It
was really pretty; just as she had described it. “It was still there! Do you like?”
I thought I’d be coy too. I
winked at her. “Model it for me, babe. I can tell better.”
“You just want to look at my legs,” she accused, teasing. “You’re bad!”
“Yeah, that too!”
She went to the bedroom and came back a few minutes later. She stood in front of me posing. The skirt was just as she had described it. It came about mid-thigh. It really showed off her legs nicely. I had never seen her wear a mini before. I knew now I missed a lot.
“It’s beautiful,” I told her beaming.
“It shows off the nicest legs in the city.”
“I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully.
“It’s really short. I’ll have to
learn how to sit again. One false move
and everyone will see my panties.”
Ah, time to take the plunge. “So!
Then don’t wear panties,” I laughed.
“Mark, you’re terrible!” she hissed.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, you ……. you man!” Then she looked at me demure. All of a sudden, without warning, she reached
under the skirt and pulled down her panties, stepped out of them and posed
again. “Like this?”
I gulped. “Yeah, babe, exactly like
that. Jesus, you look sexy dressed like
that.”
Just then Brandy came back in the room wearing what was obviously one of
her newest purchases. It was a pretty
pink dress. It came down just mid-thigh
also. She spotted her mother’s panties
on the floor right away. She started
giggling. “You’re not wearing any
panties, mommy.” Then she looked at her
mom, blushing a little. “You look nice.”
“Your dad says I look sexy,” Bonnie told her.
What the hell did a 10 year-old know about ‘sexy’, I thought. She was just a kid. Granted she was a little tall for her age,
perhaps, but not developed at all. It
must be those episodes of “Sex And The City,” she
watched with her mom on TV. Christ, kids
grow up way too fast.
Brandy stood beside her mother and posed in her new dress too. “Okay, now we both look sexy,” she told her
mother, laughing.” They were beautiful
together. Then she reached under her new
dress and pulled down her panties too.
She bent over and stepped out of them.
Mother and daughter looked at each other and started laughing. My problem was my prick was getting hard.
“It’s picture time,” I told them.
“This opportunity I can’t pass up.
They were two of the most beautiful girls in the world, wearing two sexy
outfits. I gotta
get this one.” I ran for the digital camera
and took their pictures. They were
posing like crazy now and laughing like lunatics. They were having great fun. So was I.
Finally they stood quiet, arms around each other’s waist. Bonnie looked at me, then at Brandy. She winked at me and pulled up the hem of
Brandy’s dress, ever so slightly, exposing a little more of her little girl
legs. They were still covered with that
soft down that little girls have. She
was beautiful. I took another
picture. Bonnie was still smiling. She raised the little pink dress further,
still laughing, still fooling around. I
took another picture. Then she let the hem
drop.
“That’s a beautiful dress, kitten,” I told Brandy. “It’s gorgeous on you.”
“Thanks, daddy!” she squealed. She
scampered up on the sofa and gave me another hug. Her dress rode up. I had never felt like this before. I realized my little girl was growing
up. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to run my hand up her thigh, but I
didn’t. She was getting older. I had to be careful now.
“See. Brandy doesn’t care if we
see her legs,” Bonnie laughed. She still
wanted to play. “Take some pictures of
us on the sofa.” The girls sat on the
sofa. Brandy had her hands in her lap,
sitting demurely, dress back down, looking like little
miss prim. Bonnie had her legs
crossed. Cute and sexy. I should rename them, I thought. They sat for several pictures in different
poses. Then Brandy reached over and
kissed her mother on the cheek. Her
dress rode up again. I took another
picture. I showed them the picture. Brandy didn’t seem to mind that she was
showing lots of leg. They were laughing
and carrying on like crazy again. Bonnie
put her arm around Brandy and uncrossed her legs. Brandy’s head was leaning on her mother’s
left breast. Bonnie spread her legs,
ever so slightly. I could almost see her
pussy up the short skirt. I took another
picture. I showed them this picture too. They ‘ooohed
and aaahed’.
Bonnie spread her legs even further.
Now my view of her pussy was unobstructed. She looked down but she didn’t correct her
skirt. She looked at me, a very slight
smile on her face. Should I take
it? Why not? I did.
It was a digital camera. No one
but us would ever see.
Then things settled down.
“That was fun, mommy,” Brandy said innocently. “I like taking pictures.” She got up and ran to her bedroom. Bonnie looked at me, still smiling slightly.
“So … should I keep the skirt or not?” she asked me. Her tone was demure; quiet.
“Oh, yeah, babe. I really like it. It fits nice.
It really shows you off.”
She looked at me, a little flushed.
“That was fun with Brandy,” she cooed.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yeah, I did. I got some ah, ….. pretty interesting shots,”
I told her. “Not stuff you’d want to pass
around to the neighbors, if you know what I mean.”
She looked at me and smiled again.
“That’s okay, I don’t mind.” She
was quiet for a minute. “Maybe ….. maybe we’ll do it again sometime. Take pictures, that is.” This conversation was totally out of
character for the Bonnie I’d known for 11 years. Even her tone was different; thoughtful. But I liked it. Frankly, it was arousing.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” I admitted.
“You turn my crank, baby.”
She looked at me. She was
hesitant. She spoke quietly. “Me ….. me and
Brandy both?”
I smiled. “Yeah,
babe, you and Brandy both.” An
immediate sense of relief came over her face.
She smiled again. I thought it
was almost as if she wanted our little daughter to turn me on. I thought about it for a second. Actually Brandy’s little show of legs did
turn me on. But for some reason I wasn’t
ashamed. I liked both of them being
sexy.
Bonnie changed to subject. “I
bought some other stuff today. Wanna see?”
“Sure. Is the other stuff as sexy as the skirt?”
“You be the judge.”
She got up and retrieved the bags.
Inside were a nice white top that tied at the front, a short, pink
sweater that would come down to just above her navel, and the shocker, a pair
of fine white stockings that would come up to just above the knee. The “hooker” stockings! I didn’t want to be too eager. She just might take them back. I wanted her keep all of it. I especially liked the sweater. It looked a little small to me. It would form to her body. Her little tits would stick out very nicely
when she wore it.
“So, what do you think?” she asked, again demure. “Nice stuff?”
“You’ve got really good taste. I
especially like the sweater. You’d look
sexy in it without a bra.” Would she buy
my compliments? “Try it on.”
Bonnie went into the bedroom again.
A minute later she came back, dressed in the skirt and sweater. They matched perfectly. She also had on the “hooker” stockings. There was about five inches of bare thigh
between the top of the stockings and the bottom hem of the skirt. Her navel was showing and her little tits
were jutting out nicely. Her perky nipples
were pressed against the sweater material.
They looked hard. My cock was getting
harder. She was beautiful.
“You’re gorgeous in that outfit, baby.”
She smiled at me seductively. “Yeah? How gorgeous?”
I stood up and took her in my arms.
“This gorgeous.” We kissed.
I ran my hands over her ass. The skirt
material was silky-smooth.
“Mmmm,” she purred. “If I would have known it would have this affect
on you I’d have bought sexy clothes along time ago.” I continued caressing her ass through the
skirt.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful and sexy.”
I hardly ever used profanity at home and when I did Bonnie always chastised
me. She was right, as usual. I shouldn’t do it, especially around
Brandy. But now I couldn’t help
myself. She looked over my shoulder,
looking to see if Brandy was around. Brandy
was still in her bedroom.
She whispered. “Yeah, and I bet
you’d really like to fuck me, wouldn’t you?”
That was a first! She never used
the word “fuck.” She reached down and
massaged by ever growing cock through my shorts. “Ooooh, it’s
getting hard. I’ll bet you’d like to do
it right here, right now, wouldn’t you?”
I was shocked, but didn’t let on.
Bonnie never talked dirty. This
was really new. I liked it.
Her voice was slutty. “If I took your cock out it would be easy to
fuck me. I’d just have to raise this
little short skirt a tiny bit and you could stick it right in my pussy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? It would be soooo
easy.” She never teased me like this
before. Not in 11 years. I didn’t know if she was serious or not. One thing I did know was that my cock was
getting harder and harder. If she kept
this up I’d be rock hard and then I’d have no choice. I’d have to fuck her right here and now, on
the sofa, Brandy or no Brandy. It would
be a chance I’d have to take.
“We can’t do it here, babe, Brandy might walk in,” I cautioned,
whispering. She continued massaging my
prick through my shorts.
“Yeah, but your cock is soooo hard. And I’m so fucking horny. Feel, baby.” She took my hand and put it up the
skirt. I moved my finger through her
pussy lips. She was wet.
“Fuck it,” she growled quietly.
“I want you to fuck me now!” She
unzipped my shorts and pulled out my now raging hard cock. She pushed me to the sofa. As I lay on my back she climbed on top,
lifted her skirt, grabbed my prick and guided it into her wet love hole. I had never seen her like this. I was shocked but I was horny too. Now I needed relief.
“You won’t even have to do any work, baby. I’m going to fuck you dry,” she growled. She
began to move up and down, slowly at first.
She was looking directly into my eyes.
Her blonde hair framed her face perfectly. “Mmmmm. Feels good. My cunt feels good,
doesn’t it, baby? You like fucking your
little whore, don’t you? You like my
little sexy short skirt. You like it
when I wear it without panties, eh, baby?
You like it when I show lots of leg, don’t you? Pretty soon you’ll want to shoot your cum
right up my love hole. I want you
to. I want to feel your hot cum shoot
inside me, baby.” She was gradually
picking up speed. I started matching her
rhythm, thrusting up on her down strokes.
This was too unreal, fucking on the den sofa.
“You’re fucking hot, babe,” I told her.
“Yeah, you’re my little cock sucking whore. You really like it when my cock runs up and
down your cunt.”
She sat up with my cock still in her.
She removed her sweater and threw it on the floor. Her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen
them. My hands went to them immediately. “Fuck, your tits are hard. Soooo fucking hard.”
“You like my fucking little tits, don’t you? Play with them. I like it when you play with my fucking hard
little titties, baby.
Make my nipples really hard. It’s
so fucking sexy.” She continued to pump
me. I could feel my balls beginning to
contract. I could feel the climax
starting.
“I’m going to shoot my baby juice right up your fucking cunt. I love it when
you don’t wear panties. I love it when
you wear sexy, short skirts. I love it
when your nipples stick out from your tits, baby. Your hooker stockings are a real turn
on. Keep pumping on my rock hard cock,
baby. Oh fuck, I’m cumming. Ah fuck.
Here it comes.” I tensed. My head was back and I was gasping for
air. I started to shoot. I thought it would never end. My cum kept coming
and coming. It was spectacular, probably
the best climax I’d ever had in my life.
Gradually, I came down from my high.
We didn’t move. We smiled at each
other. I could feel some cum slowly
trickle out of her pussy. She could feel
it too. Then,
“What’s all the noise about in here?”
It was Brandy. Holy shit! Bonnie had her skirt over our lower bodies but
she was nude from the waist up. Bonnie
didn’t even attempt to cover up. She
just smiled at Brandy.
“Nothing, baby. Daddy and I were just playing, that’s
all. Adults play too sometimes, you
know.”
“Why do you have your shirt off, mommy?” Bonnie asked. She was looking directly at her mother’s hard
tits, wide-eyed.
“Because …. because daddy was playing with my titties, baby. He
likes doing that.” Bonnie seemed to be
taking this all in stride, not ruffled at all.
She wasn’t embarrassed about showing her tits to her 10 year old
daughter. She just sat there. More trickle.
I didn’t know what to do. This
was neat. I laughed to myself. My cum was running
out of my beautiful wife’s cunt. My cock was still in her, and, she was having
a conversation with our little 10 year old daughter about her bare tits. This was too much!
Brandy was still staring at her mother. She was a little red but didn’t
seem ruffled at all. “Well you guys sure
are noisy. Try to keep it down, please.” Brandy walked away in a pseudo-huff and went
back to her bedroom. Both Bonnie and I
started laughing. It was too funny.
“That was awesome, baby. The best
sex ever,” I told Bonnie. Bonnie was
silent for a second. She leaned down and we kissed.
“For me too. I don’t know what came over me. You looking at me in this skirt and caressing
my ass just got me going. I really don’t
know where those words came from Mark. I
just said them.”
I pulled her lips to me again and again kissed her gently.
“It’s okay baby. I like it when you
talk dirty. It adds to the fun. I really like it when you were talking to
Brandy with your tits showing and my cock in your pussy. I was killing myself laughing inside.”
“Yeah, she seemed to take it okay, eh?
Did you see the way she was staring at my tits?” Again she was thoughtful for a second;
apprehensive. Then, “I
…. I liked her looking at them.” That
was quite a revelation, I thought. It
was almost as if Bonnie was admitting that she was turned on by our daughter
staring at her tits.
Bonnie thought a minute, not sharing with me. She became impassive. “Oh well.
It’s over. But now we gotta get cleaned up.
But we’ll do it quietly,” she whispered, snickering. “After all, Brandy gave us our instructions,
eh?” We laughed together again and she
got off me, I buckled my shorts and we started for our bedroom to clean up.
Bonnie stopped at Brandy’s room, still nude from the waist up. I was behind her. She still didn’t attempt to cover
herself. Brandy was lying on her
stomach, reading.
“You okay, kitten?”
“Sure, mommy, I’m fine.” She
looked at her mother’s tits again. “I
like your titties, mommy, they’re cool. I hope mine are just like yours someday.” Bonnie just stood there, a little longer than
she needed to. Her hands went up to her
tits and she cupped them while her daughter watched. Her fingers moved her nipples, gently
caressing.
“They will be, baby. You’ll have
real pretty titties, someday.” Her hands dropped. “Sleep tight, baby.”
“Nite, mommy.” Bonnie closed her door.
The moving van arrived about a week later. We had said our goodbyes to the Mitchells a few days before. They gave us a heads up on our new
neighbors. They didn’t know a lot about
them but they told us as much as they knew.
Apparently the new neighbors were a couple a little younger than Bonnie
and me, with two kids. The Mitchells didn’t know their ages. We were glad for the limited information
though.
Their car arrived right behind the van.
The family looked average. The
kids piled out of the SUV. A girl and a boy. I
couldn’t really see the girl. She got
out on the opposite side. The boy looked
to be about 11. From what I could tell,
the girl looked about 15. Bonnie and I
sat in the living room, peeking through the curtains, like reverse peeping
toms. My first thought was that they had
married very young. The mother looked no
more than 28 or 29. She was very attractive. Not frumpy Carrie Mitchell, that’s for
sure. I knew I was going to enjoy having
her as a neighbor. If even just to look
at. She had dark hair, cut short. I really couldn’t see her facial features but
her body sure was nice. She was about five
feet five inches and looked to weigh about 120 or 125 pounds. She was wearing shorts and a sports bra. Her tits looked bigger than Bonnie’s. Her hips
curved nicely. Her legs were a little
muscular, but real nice.
The guy was a little younger than me.
He looked average, about five feet 10 inches. He was starting to develop a slight pot belly. The kid was a regular mop top. The girl came around the car. I had a better view of her now. Christ!
She was a knock out! She was
wearing hip-hugger jeans and a tee that barely came down to her navel. Her most striking feature was her ass. It jutted out beautifully from her skin tight
low-rider jeans. Now that is definitely
jail bait, I thought. She had long blonde
hair. Her beautiful set of tits bounced nicely
when she walked. Her curves were in all
the right places. This one I’d have to
see close up. Fuck, she was beautiful. They never made them like that when I was 15. I couldn’t see her legs but I sure could
imagine. She was instant hard-on
material. I felt guilty ogling such a
young teenager, but she was a goddess.
Fuck, what was I thinking?
Bonnie was watching too. “You
lucked out, Mark. The mom is a
looker. And if you like ‘em young, the girl isn’t too shabby either.” Since our escapade on the sofa a week ago our
sex life definitely took a turn for the better.
Although we didn’t “do it” every night, it was getting better. We hadn’t tried too many different positions
or had any kinky sex yet but there was always tomorrow. What was more important we were talking about
sex. Before,
Bonnie would have never commented on the looks of a 15 old girl. Now she was making spicy comments like, “if
you like ‘em young.”
“She’s got a great ass,” I whispered.
Bonnie laughed. “Who? The mom or the chick.”
“The girl.”
“You fucking pervert,” Bonnie giggled.
“You do like ‘em young. I guess we will definitely be introducing
ourselves later on when they get settled, eh, Mark? After all, you’ll want to check out that nice
little ass again real soon. I know …. I
know I will,” she admitted.
“Yeah, and what else do you want to check out, my sweet Bonnie? The dad I’d guess.”
She looked at me coyly. “Oh, I
don’t know. The mom looks foxy to
me.” She giggled. “Maybe I should see if she goes both ways.” Bonnie was becoming such a tease. But I really liked the “new and improved” version.
“Yeah, right. as
if!” I said, disbelieving her. “In that case, I’ll race ya
for the girl.” We both laughed. Things were definitely different.
It was two days later. About
“Hi. We’re your neighbors next
door and we just thought we’d stop by and welcome you to the neighborhood. We brought a cake. Hope you guys like chocolate.” The guy broke into a broad grin. He turned.
“Jan, come here. The neighbors
are here bearing gifts.” The woman came
from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a tea towel. She was pretty, I thought.
“Invite them in you doofus,” she said to her
husband. “Men!” She held out her hand to Bonnie.
“Hi. I’m Jan. Mr. Sociable here is Bob. Come in.”
Nice blue eyes with that short, dark hair. Her dark, thick eyebrows set off the color of
her eyes really nice. She had a good
tan. She was wearing shorts. Nice muscular legs.
“I’m Bonnie. This is Mark. And this is our daughter Brandy. She’s 10, going on 16,” Bonnie laughed. “Here.”
She gave the cake to Jan.
“Ooooh, chocolate. My favorite. Thanks.
I’ll take it to the kitchen. Be
right back.” I watched her walk
away. Nice ass. Fuck, I’m going to like this neighbor. Bob lead us all into the living room. It’s strange.
We had been in this house a few times, but with different furniture,
arranged differently, and with new people it almost looked like we had never
been here before. Their furniture didn’t
look cheap and it didn’t look expensive.
It was just regular furniture.
There were a few packing boxes still lying around.
“Sorry,” Bob apologized. “We’re
still not completely unpacked yet. It’ll
take a few days to get settled, I guess.”
Just then the “looker” and her mop-top brother came in. Jan was right behind them. “This is Josh. He’s 11.”
She ruffled his hair. “And this
is Andrea, our new teenager. She just
turned 13 last week. Everyone calls her Andi.”
Holy shit! 13! No bloody way! She can’t be only 13! This I could not believe! I think I may have gone pale. She was dressed in a high riding tee again
and short shorts. Her legs were a little
muscular like her mom’s but very fine.
If the tee were any shorter I’d be able to see the lower part of her
tits, which stuck out proudly. Her
blonde hair was down. I looked at her
face closer. Now I could see that her
face had not matured as fast as her body.
It looked like a 13 year old face.
A few freckles on her nose. Her
eyebrows were thick, like her mothers.
Her nose was little, slightly up-turned.
Her eyes were blue, again like her moms but a paler color. She was about five foot three or four. I’ll bet she didn’t weigh 110 pounds. She was a goddess, a 13 year old fucking goddess.
Bonnie glanced at me and smiled, knowingly. She had that “pervert” smile on her face.
Josh said “Hi” but Andrea said nothing.
Typical teenager I thought. No
time for adults.
“Have a chair,” Bob offered. He
offered drinks. I had a beer. Bonnie had something a little stronger. We all sat down. Bob took a recliner, I sat in a sofa chair
and the two women sat on the sofa.
Brandy and Josh wound up on the floor.
Andrea took off somewhere. I was
tremendously disappointed. I could have
looked at that 13 year old all night.
She was fucking beautiful.
“So, where you guys from?” I asked Bob.
“Actually we’re right from town here.
We lived in the north end and thought we’d just move up a notch. We had a little equity in our other house, we
heard the schools were a little better down here so we just decided to sell and
move over. I work downtown so it really
didn’t matter. It’s a commute either
way.” The conversation carried on for
about 45 minutes. We had a few more
drinks. I liked this guy. He was a real host. We found out Bob was an accountant and Jan
was a stay at home mom, just like Bonnie.
She sold
We didn’t want to overstay our welcome so we left about
“They’re nice,” Bonnie remarked when we got back. “I like her.
She’s my kind of girl.”
“Yep, I think they’ll be good neighbors.
Can you believe Andi is only 13?”
Brandy piped up. “She sure has
big boobs for 13. I think they’re already
bigger than mom’s. I liked her shorts
and tee, too. Mom, can I get shorts like
that?”
“Okay, baby, some day,” Bonnie replied.
“Don’t grow up too fast though, okay?
I love my little girl just the way she is.” She gave Brandy a hug.
“Thanks mom. I’m going in to
watch TV.” She scampered off to the den.
“Man, they grow up fast,” I remarked to Bonnie.
“Yeah, they sure do. It just
seems like yesterday she was a babe in arms, sucking dinner from my tits. Now she wants short shorts and short
tees. How will we ever cope? Oh, well, that’s life I guess. I’m going to change.”
I joined Brandy in the den. She
was curled up watching TV on the sofa. I
sat in a chair across from her. She
looked so comfortable. She was still
wearing the dress she wore next door. It
was a little short. She definitely would
have nice long legs like her mother. I
just sat there dreamily glancing at my daughter wondering what she’d look like
in three years when she was 13. Man,
time flies. My little buzz was getting
stronger. Too much
beer.
Bonnie joined us. She had changed
into her nightshirt. She sat down on the
other end of the sofa. Brandy scooted
over and cuddled with her mom. Bonnie
put her arm around her. Brandy’s dress
rode up further and I could see her panties.
She didn’t seem to care. I just
got this feeling that it was fun sneaking a peek up my little daughter’s
dress. My cock started to stir.
“You’re going to get your dress all wrinkled, baby,” Bonnie told her. “Why don’t you put on your new nightshirt
that we bought and come back and watch TV?
You’ll be more comfortable.”
“Okay.” Brandy got up and scampered off again. Bonnie looked at me, smiled and drew her legs
up under her. Tonight she looked real
sexy. The house seemed quiet even with
the low murmur of the TV. Brandy came
back in her nightshirt and immediately cuddled with her mom again. They were beautiful together. The girls just sat there watching TV for a
few minutes. I was sitting across from
them doing nothing except admiring them. I loved them both very much.
Brandy changed positions. She lay
back across her mother’s lap and stretched out.
Her head was on the arm rest pillow, her little butt across Bonnie’s lap. Her
nightshirt was way up. I could see all
of her little panties. They were powder
blue with little designs. She either
didn’t know her nightshirt was up or she didn’t care.
“I want boobs just like yours when I grow up,” she said softly to her
mother. She reached up and gently squeezed
Bonnie’s left tit.
Bonnie just smiled at her.
“You will, baby. It’ll be just a
few more years.” She didn’t stop Brandy
from playing with her tit. She wasn’t
shocked.
“Will they be nice and soft like yours are?” Brandy asked quietly,
continuing to squeeze.
“Yes they will, baby. They’ll be
real soft.”
“Mommy, did I suck on them when I was a little baby?” Brandy asked,
innocently.
Brandy was now playing with Bonnie’s nipple
through the nightshirt. I could tell it
was becoming hard. Both nubs were poking
out. Still, Bonnie did nothing to stop
her.
“Yeah you did, baby,” Bonnie replied quietly. “That’s the way I fed you.”
Brandy was quiet for a second, still caressing. “Did it hurt?”
“No, baby, it didn’t hurt. You
were very gentle. I liked it.” My cock was stirring more now just watching
Brandy play with her mother’s tit. It
was very erotic. Bonnie’s
nipples were rock hard. It seemed so
natural the way Brandy was playing with her.
Bonnie looked at me and smiled. I
smiled back. She knew I was enjoying
this. I knew she was too. Bonnie put her feet on the floor. She moved her ass up a little from the sofa
and pulled away her nightshirt. Now it
was free. She took Brandy’s hand and put
it up inside her nightshirt.
“Here, baby, play with it like this.”
She guided Brandy’s hand to her bare breast, under the shirt. Bonnie then reached over to Brandy’s
thigh. She started caressing ever so
gently. She bent down and gave Brandy a
little kiss on the lips.
You’re so beautiful,” she told her daughter, quietly.
“You smell like booze,” Brandy told her mom, innocently. She continued to play with her mother’s bare tit.
Brandy was very quiet. “I like your
tit mommy. It’s really soft but your
nipple is really hard.”
“It gets that way when someone plays with it, baby,” Bonnie replied
softly. “It feels really good.”
“I know mommy. They were really
hard the other night after daddy played with them.” She giggled.
After a few minutes Brandy asked innocently, “mommy, can I suck on your
tit just like when I was a little baby?”
Bonnie looked at me hesitantly. I
just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.
Bonnie smiled back.
“Well, I guess that would be okay, baby.
But I’ll have to take off my nightshirt.” She removed the shirt. Her tits were beautiful. The nipples were very hard and rosy. Brandy went back to playing with Bonnie’s left nipple. Bonnie put her arm under Brandy’s
head and gently drew her up to her right nipple.
“See, just like when you were little,” Bonnie cooed. Brandy put her little lips on Bonnie’s nipple and began to suck. Bonnie looked down and smiled. “Mmmmm, that feels
good, baby. It reminds me of when you
were a baby. Lick it a little too,
okay? Just like a lollipop.” Our little girl sucked and licked. It was so erotic. My cock was hard now.
Then Brandy stopped for a second.
“Did daddy suck on them too the other night?”
Bonnie was a little taken aback but answered truthfully. “Yes, kitten.
He did. It feels really good.” Brandy smiled at her mom then went back to Bonnie’s now rock hard nub.
Bonnie’s head went back against the sofa and
her eyes closed. Her hand slowly crept
up on Brandy’s thigh. Her finger began
to trace inside the little girl’s leg. I
didn’t know if it was intentional or just an automatic reaction. Knowing Bonnie, I thought it was automatic. I was hard.
Bonnie traced her finger slowly over Brandy’s little slit through the
little pale blue panties. Brandy didn’t
seem to mind. In fact she spread her
legs a little.
Our little girl removed her lips from Bonnie’s
breast. She looked down and watched her
mother caress her little slit. She
looked into her mother’s eyes, dreamily.
“Kiss me again, mommy. I liked
that.”
Bonnie again bent over and kissed our daughter, this time gentler and
longer while she continued to trace Brandy’s little slit through her
panties. She broke the kiss and looked
into Brandy’s eyes.
“Let me take off your nightshirt, baby, okay?”
“Okay, mommy,” Brandy replied innocently. “Do you want to see my little titties too?” She
was serious, not playing.
“Yeah, baby, I do?” Bonnie’s voice was sultry, almost a whisper.
Brandy rose up a little and Bonnie removed the shirt. Now Brandy had only her little panties on.
Her chest was completely flat, with just little tiny rosy nipples. Bonnie looked up and down her daughter, as if
seeing her for the first time. Again she
started tracing her finger through Brandy’s panties.
Bonnie kissed her again, quickly.
“I like kissing you, kitten.” She
kissed her a third time but this time I could tell her tongue was moving over Brandy’s
teeth. Finally Brandy’s mouth
opened. Bonnie quickly stuck her tongue
in Brandy’s mouth and intertwined with Brandy’s. She quickly withdrew.
Bonnie chuckled a little. “You
like that, baby? It’s called a French
kiss.”
“Yeah! Do that again, mommy. That was nice.” Bonnie kissed her again. This time Brandy was ready and I could see
their tongues clearly intertwined in an erotic French kiss. As they were kissing Bonnie was caressing
Brandy’s stomach. Her fingers were partially
down Brandy’s panties. Finally her
fingers snaked inside of the little blue panties. Bonnie was caressing our
little girl’s bare pussy. Brandy started
to moan a little. Bonnie again broke the
kiss. She removed her hand from inside
the little panties, traced her fingers over Brandy’s little body and began to
play with her little flat nipples. She
played with them a minute or so.
“Mommy?” Brandy’s voice was no more than a whisper.
“Yes, baby.”
“Put your hand back in my panties.
That felt really good, especially when you were kissing me at the same
time.”
Bonnie looked over at me again.
She was perplexed. Nothing like
this had ever happened before. She knew
what she was doing was wrong. I was
playing with my rock hard cock through my shorts. She watched for a second. My movements seemed to ratify her decision to
continue.
Her eyes went back to our little girl.
“I ….. I shouldn’t be doing this kitten.
Some people think it’s wrong. You
can’t tell a soul, okay, baby. Daddy and
I could get into lots of trouble if anyone found out.”
“I won’t tell anybody, mommy. I
don’t know why it’s wrong. It feels
really good when you play with my little cunny. I like it.
I like it when you kiss me like that too.”
“You know what I’d like, kitten.
I’d like it if daddy took some pictures of us. Like the other night. Would that be okay, baby?”
“Oh, yeah, mommy. That would be fun. I had lots of fun the other night.” On cue I got the camera. Again Bonnie kissed Brandy. Again her hand snaked into the little girl’s
panties. I shot some pictures. The kiss broke.
Bonnie’s voice was no more than a
whisper. “Pull your panties down a
little, kitten. I want daddy to take a
picture of my fingers playing with your cunny.” Brandy’s hands went down to the elastic of
her panties. She gradually pulled the
front down. I had a clear view of Bonnie’s fingers tracing over the tiny lips. It was the first time I’d seen my daughter’s
little pussy since she was a baby. It
was absolutely beautiful. It was a
little red from Bonnie’s caresses. I thought I detected a little moisture. I took pictures. Bonnie’s inserted
her finger just a little into our little girl’s love canal. She began to move it in and out ever so
slowly, ever so gently. Brandy spread
her legs a little more.
“Oh, mommy,” she gasped. “That
feels awesome!” Her little hips began to
move to the rhythm of Bonnie’s finger. I moved further down to the end of the
sofa. I wanted to be sure to get their
faces in the photos, to capture the sensuous expressions of both girls. Bonnie’s finger
continued to gradually deeper and deeper into the little love hole. Brandy’s eyes
closed. Her hips moved faster and faster
against Bonnie’s finger.
Then she tensed. She moaned. Could a 10 year-old have an orgasm? Is it possible? Her legs went straight out. “What’s …… what’s happening? I …. I feel like I have to pee?” She moaned again. She was!
She was having her first orgasm.
And we were there. I caught it
all on camera. This was beautiful.
Gradually Brandy came down from her high. Her eyes were still closed. She relaxed.
Bonnie removed her finger. She
traced back up through Brandy’s navel and up to her little tiny nipples. She was smiling at her little girl.
Brandy finally spoke. “What was
that, mommy? I’ve never felt anything
like before. It was totally
awesome. What happened?”
Bonnie smiled at her little daughter.
“You had what’s called an orgasm, baby.
I shouldn’t have done it to you but I knew it would feel really good.” Bonnie thought a minute. She made a decision. “When I do it to you, baby, it’s called
‘finger-fucking’.” It’s
fun, isn’t it?”
“Yeah! But isn’t that a dirty
word, mommy?”
“It’s an adult word baby. There
are some words adults use to describe things that are sometimes fun to say. It’s not something we say in public but when
we’re alone, just the three of us, it might be okay in certain situations. Like when I play with your little cunny.”
Brandy thought a minute. She
smiled. “Tell me some more dirty words,
mommy. I want to hear them.”
Again Bonnie was unsure how far she wanted to go. But Brandy wanted to know. I wanted to hear them too.
Bonnie’s finger again went to
Brandy’s little nipples. “These are
called your tits, baby. People like
playing with them and sucking on them.
It feels really good.” Bonnie’s finger circled the little rosy tips.
She looked down Brandy’s little body.
“Take your panties all the way off, baby.” Brandy reached down and removed her panties
to her knees. Bonnie sat her up. “Here, baby, let me help you.” Bonnie got up from the sofa. Now Brandy was lying by herself on the sofa,
stretched out. Bonnie removed her
panties completely. Brandy was
completely naked. Bonnie’s
finger again traced through the little slit.
Bonnie’s voice was quiet. “This is called your cunt,
baby. When someone plays with it it makes you feel really good. Just like I did earlier. Yours is really pretty. People really like feeling your little cunt.” Bonnie was
staring at the little lips. “Sometimes
…… sometimes people like to kiss it too.
It tastes good.” Bonnie was
mesmerized by our daughters little organ.
Brandy looked down at her mother.
“Kiss my cunt, mommy. I want you to. Taste it.
See if mine tastes good.” Bonnie
looked up. She smiled. She took Brandy’s right leg and draped it
over the side of the sofa, exposing the little opening completely. She put her hand under Brandy’s little butt
and lifted. She bent down. Her lips contacted the little cunt. She
sucked. Again Brandy’s head went back. Again she closed her eyes. I started taking pictures again. Bonnie started licking. Her tongue began to probe. Her fingers went up. She spread the little lips. Her tongue probed deeper. She raised Brandy’s ass higher. She spread her ass cheeks. Her tongue went lower, licking our little
girls little puckered asshole. Then back
to her cunt.
Probing, licking, sucking. She couldn’t get enough. It was beautiful. She lowered our baby. One hand went inside of her
own panties. She was fingering
her own precious lips. She stopped
kissing Brandy.
She looked at me. Her lips were
wet, her face contorted. “I just have
to, baby. I can’t help it.” She went to the floor on her back. She took off her own panties,
completely. Her knees bent. Her hand went to her thighs. She caressed.
Then her right hand went to her pussy.
She began to masturbate while Brandy and I watched in awe. Her left hand went to her tits. She squeezed.
She began to ride her finger. She
inserted another. She was in complete
rapture, masturbating in front of her husband and 10 year old daughter. Brandy sat up on the sofa, watching her
mother, mesmerized by the scene that unfolded before her.
Bonnie started moaning. She
stared directly at Brandy. “Come and
kiss mommy, baby,” she whispered. Brandy
came over. She
French-kissed her mother. She
began to squeeze one of her tits. “Oh,
god,” Bonnie moaned. “Oh, fuck. Suck on my fucking tit, baby. Mmmmmm, god.”
Brandy went down. She started
sucking, licking Bonnie’s tit. It had flattened against her chest but her
nipple was hard, rosy. Bonnie was
fingering herself faster. “Oh, god. This is too
much. Oh, fuck. Mmmmmm. Oh, baby. Put your hand over mommy’s,
baby. Please baby, help mommy fuck
herself. “Oh, god.” As soon as Brandy placed her hand over her
mother’s Bonnie’s head went back. Her eyes closed. Her hips rose; then lowered, meeting each
move of her fingers, in perfect rhythm.
Brandy still sucked. Bonnie
tensed. Her fingers stopped. Her hips rose higher. “Oh, fuck, I’m cuummmmming. I’m fucking cuummmming. Oh, god.
It feels so fucking good.” Her
face was contorted. Her knees were moving
in an out, in pace with the rapid thrusts of her climax.
It was over. Her eyes were still
closed. Her hips lowered. Her arm went over her forehead. She was still in ecstasy, but quiet now. Her fingers remained in her pussy. Brandy’s hand was still covering Bonnie’s. Brandy
stopped sucking. She looked at her
mother. Her eyes were huge.
“Oh, god, what have I done?”
Bonnie began to weep slightly.
Her eyes were still closed, her arm still over her forehead. “I didn’t mean to baby. I’m sorry.
I shouldn’t have done this in front of you, baby. I ….. I just couldn’t help myself. Baby, please forgive mommy. I’m really sorry.”
Brandy went up. Her face was
directly in front of her mother’s, nose to nose. “Mommy, don’t cry.” I don’t think Brandy had ever seen her mother
cry before. She tried to comfort her
mother. “It was fun, mommy. I love you.
Please don’t cry. I liked what we
did. I’ll never tell anyone, ever.”
Bonnie opened her eyes. Her
daughter’s face was there. She
smiled. She gave Brandy a quick kiss on
the lips. “Really, baby? You’re not mad? You’re not ashamed of me? I just had to do it. I was overcome with emotion. I ….. I just had to masturbate in front of
you and daddy. I don’t know why.”
Brandy smiled at her mother. She
reached up and wiped away a tear.
“Mommy, I love you and daddy very, very much. I had fun.
I …. I want you guys to teach me more about sex. It’s really fun.” She kissed her mother, longer than a little
peck. “I like kissing you, mommy, and
feeling your tits, and kissing them. I
want tits just like them when I get older.
I like you to feeling mine too.”
Her voice lowered. “I ……. I
really, really like it when you play with my little ……… cunt. I want you to do it again. It feels good. It makes me feel good.” She thought a minute. “I want to tell you something else, too. Can I?
Promise you won’t get mad at me.”
Bonnie looked at her, still smiling.
“I promise, baby. Tell me.”
“I …… I really liked it when you licked and sucked my cunt. And ……. and my
….. and my poop hole.
That really, really felt good.
I’ve never felt anything like that before, ever. It was soooo cool!”
“Oh, god, baby. Thank you.
I promise. We’ll have more fun
together, baby. I want to teach you soooo bad about being sexy, dressing sexy, kissing
sexy. I don’t know why, I just do.”
Brandy got this big grin on her face.
“Dressing sexy? Oh boy, I can
hardly wait. New clothes! But you have to dress sexy too, mommy. You have to wear more skirts like the mini
you bought. Stuff like that. Maybe even with no panties underneath.” She giggled.
“Maybe no bra, sometimes. Maybe we can go to the mall sometime with no
panties on. That’d be cool.” She giggled again.
Bonnie giggled to. “Maybe. That’d be
fun.” Bonnie glanced over at me, finally
realizing I was still in the room. The
girls were so into their conversation that they probably forgot I was still
there. My raging hard on had become a
semi now. I didn’t think I had so much
control. I didn’t even cum in my
shorts. But I was horny, that’s for
sure. But I didn’t mind. Having my girls take their relationship to the
next level was mind boggling. I knew
this was going to be fun. Bonnie smiled
at me.
She turned again to Brandy. “I
think daddy really enjoyed the show we put on.
What do you think?”
“I …… I think you and daddy are going to have sex tonight.” She giggled, coyly. Her voice went to almost a whisper. “I think daddy is going to fuck you tonight,
mommy.”
Bonnie smiled. “I think so,
too.” And I did. We all went to bed happy. Bonnie gave me the best blow job I’d ever had
in my life that night. My balls were so
full that when I unloaded into her cunt I just kept cumming and cumming. After it was over we lay back.
“Mark?” Her voice was quiet in
the dark.
“Yeah.”
“Would you like to fuck Brandy sometime?”
“Yeah, baby, I would.” This was
my revelation. “I can hardly wait,
baby.”
“Do it before she’s 11. I wanna watch.”
…..to be continued