Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: A man moves in across the street from a mom and her three teenage daughters.|
I had bought the little two bedroom, one bath house for next to nothing because of its state of disrepair. The man who had originally owned it had died and his kids who lived several states away simply let it stand with no attention for several years until its condition worsened to unlivable.
When their realtor finally found me, I had a little bit of money but a lot of tools and knowledge. I bought it and with what I saved on a high mortgage payment each month, I poured into home repair replacing all the wiring and plumbing, patching holes in the walls and ceiling, and giving the whole thing a fresh coat of paint from top to bottom both inside and out. It was a start, but I was able to move in after I bought that much up to code.
After I got home from my day job, working on the house and in the yard became my favorite hobby. The outside progressed just as nicely as the inside, once I got to the point of the general maintenance of cutting the grass, weed eating, and trimming back trees and bushes.
Across the street from my now respectable dwelling place was an older two story farmhouse and my favorite thing about it were the three daughters of the now divorced woman that lived there.
The oldest was Katie. At 18. She was slim, with shoulder length black hair to frame a face that always held the look of wild intentions. The hair was probably a dye job, but gave a beautiful contrast against her fair skin. Her tits were small but feminine, making what impressions they could against her various t-shirts as she walked, and the rest of her frame fell on the short, petite side.
The next down the line of the three was 16. Her name was Jenna. Out of the three sisters, Jenna had hit the genetic jack pot with it came to her form. She was the perfectly proportioned little doll. She sported longer dark hair slightly past her shoulders and perfectly formed full B cup tits, flat tummy, and tone sexy legs and ass that no doubt had a lot to do with why she had recently won the county's top beauty pageant.
And the youngest was Lacy. At 14, she was tall for her age, shooting up like a weed as they say. While her other sisters sported terms like beauty queen and wild child, she was undoubtedly the tomboy of the group. She had long dirty blonde hair, probably closer to what her oldest sisters hair should actually be. And a very lean, athletic figure as she was more into sports than boys unlike her two older siblings. She like her oldest sister had very little to speak of in the tit area.
The mom of the girls was named Marie. She had short dark hair and a little more in tit area than any of her daughters. She was a plump woman of around 40 but still severely attractive for that age. Marie possessed the winning smile that all her girls had inherited. It was the kind of smile that would look fake on a lot of people trying to show to many teeth, but on her and her daughters, it came natural and added to the beauty that was already there.
Initially I got to know the carson's, which is the last name attached to the family through marriage and birth with an unconventional aid that was admittedly creepy. I used my pair of high powered binoculars that I had originally bought for deer hunting when the season took effect, but given it was mid summer, watching my neighbors across the street with them almost put my eyes in their house or yard depending on the object of interest at the time which was usually one of the girls.
My favorite had to be watching Jenna tan in her bikini. Katie I only saw going back and forth to who knows where occasionally sneaking a guy in or out, and lacy I could often find under the basketball goal in the yard practicing technique and her shots to be point I figured she must play on a team sometime.
You might be wondering if I caught any my fascinating neighbors in more compromising positions or perhaps displaying their drenched naked bodies inside a shower or bath while viewing into their home with my binoculars. Alas though, that seems to only happen in cheesy online stories on adult websites. The most I ever got to see was someone occasionally sitting down at the kitchen counter for a snack, although I did have a good view of their tv but it was easier to watch my own.
It wasn't until I came out on a saturday when I was off work to water my plants that I noticed I had a visitor crossing the street to see me. It was the mom, Marie. For a moment, I thought I might have a slight heart attack as I quickly mentally went over how careful I had been not to be seen staring at them with the binoculars, but as she got closer wearing a warm smile on her face that could not be faked, I relaxed.
"Hi," she chirped, crispness of the word dragged a decent touch of southern twang.
"Hope you don't mind me just walking over..."she said although her unconcerned tone already told me she knew I didn't.
"Not at all, I thought I should meet the neighbors sometime," I said trying to pull off her level of politeness.
"Well, I'm Marie Baker." she said offering her hand which I took.
Her hand was soft and the farmland that had not been used in a while behind her house spoke to why.
The woman herself was dressed in simple jeans and a top just low enough to show off enough of her girls to validate a quick glance of appreciate but not so much that you could not still call this woman a lady.
"Jon Edwards," I replied.
"Well, Mr. Edwards..."
"I noticed what beautiful work you have done on your yard, and as you might can see we got some farm land behind the house. We have different fences and small stables on the land and such as that that need repair but me and my girls don't know how to do it. You see its just me and my three daughters, my husband ran off with..."
She grew quiet at that sentence and her smile faded so I interjected, "I would be happy to help. I enjoy working with my hands."
"I could pay you of course Jon..."
"No, I said. "I would enjoy it."
"Ok," she submitted. "Well at least come over tonight and meet my girls and have dinner with us, if I can't pay you, I can at least feed you."
"Only if you let me work on your stuff until then," I said.
"Deal," she said her smile returning to its full radiance.
She asked me to work on the fence that was behind the house first so I gathered the appropriate tools, crossed onto their land for the first time and got started. I had been working several hours and had long since stripped bare to the waist because of the heat. I suddenly felt someone watching me and looked up. It was Lacy.
The way she was staring and had not noticed that I had noticed her looked like she was in a state of self discovery as her eyes gleamed over my shirtless form. At 37, I was tall, lean, and muscular and looked a few years younger than I was. I was easily old enough to be this girls daddy, and at the thought of her called me daddy aroused something slightly down below in me.
I said hi to break her trance and she almost dropped the glass of lemonade she was holding.
"This is for you," she stammered.
"Thanks," and I soon as the word was out of my mouth, she turned and started walking back to her home. It was a pity, it was nice to see her cute face up close for once, but her legs were actually longer and leaner in person and as he walked away in a pair a shorts that almost came to her knee. It was almost refreshing to see a girl who didn't dress for the guys yet, but then again, I wish guiltily the shorts had been shorter.
Lacy came again letting me know dinner was ready. She was must calmer this time but still wasted no time turing toward the house again while I finished up a spot I was working on. I put back on my shirt and when I got to the house and told Marie from the door that I was filthy from working and that I would have to go home and shower.
"Oh my goodness," she said. "I didn't mean for you to get so dirty, you look like my husbands size and I was going to burn all his clothes anyway, so go up and take a shower in my master bathroom and get some of his clothes from the closet." She wouldn't take no for an answer and told Lacy to show me where everything was.
I followed the girl to the room who said nothing but smiled shyly at me and left. I got some clothes out of the closet and took them into the bathroom. I stripped and jumped in the shower, I had seen no evidence of a man in that bathroom for a while.
I found myself picturing Lacy perhaps not in attire suggesting she were late for basketball practice but in whatever mystery lay beneath. My cock hung rigid between my legs at the thought of her. I grabbed one of the body washes in the shower and stroked it to full erection, each girl taking her own turn in my mind as I massaged myself to climax making sure all the evidence went down the drain.
I got out, dried off, and found that her husbands clothes did fit me well so I put on a t-shirt and jeans and made my way downstairs. The shirt clung to me in a flattering way that did not go unnoticed when Marie took in her own guilty stare of me.
Dinner was amazing, both in the food and in the company. All three girls were present at the table, I think more in support of their mom who had been going through a hard time since the separation rather than just being friendly, but they were all friendly enough.
Lacy still wore her basketball attire with her long hair in a pony tail with no make up at all, and her face glowed with cuteness that didn't need it.
Jenna's makeup was perfectly applied, her hair was combed just so, and her outfit had been chosen with care as it always was. She had donned a pair of short shorts and a tank top which was an outfit of choice for her. Her tits looked amazing peeking over the top and the perfect solid impression underneath.
Katie was dress in an old t-shirt and modest shorts. She looked like she had just gotten up and her hair was in a slight disarray and I wondered if she had recently relieved some young man or his seed as her whole posture spoke the word satisfied.
Marie had changed from when I saw her earlier, the neck line of this shirt plunged much further and if cleavage was a competition, she would have won. She still wore the same jeans, and I could tell she had applied more make up recently.
Neither the mom, or any of the girls wore any shoes. Katie sported the prettiest and most petite feet, and the others feet ranged from lovely to adorable.
After dinner, the girls seemed to disappear quickly. It was Saturday night and they all had plans. Katie and Jenna drove off together and someone came and picked up Lacy for a spend the night party which left me and Marie to ourselves. If I said I wasn't disappointed to see the three lovely creatures leave, I would be lying.
It was already clean and there was not much daylight left to work in anyway so I told Marie I had a lovely time and started for the door.
"Are you leaving so soon?" She asked and I could hear the mixture of expectancy and disappointment in her voice.
"Was there anything else you needed?" I ask regretting such a business like choice of words after a wonderful dinner.
Before I could dig myself out of that hole a little Marie came up, put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me. I had to hunch a little and she must have been standing on her toes. It was a kiss that said she wanted much more than a kiss.
My lips found their way to a neck that had been ignored far to long as small gasp escaped her lips. I felt her hands slide up under my shirt and her nails draw slight circles on my back.
My cock sprung back to life and I knew she felt it through my jeans. She grabbed my hand and took me to her bedroom. I am sure she is the kind of woman who can be demure and lady like even in the bed, but I could tell it had been to long and she tore at my belt and zipper as if it caused her pain.
My cock sprung out and I heard "so fucking big" before it seemed to go directly into her waiting lips before her knees hit the ground. Her lips were beyond soft and her experience spoke for itself as I experience warmth and hunger from her as she took it in and ran her tongue over the head and underneath.
She couldn't get it in all the way, no woman every could but she used one hand to stroke it and another to fiercely grab my balls in a pain is pleasure kind of way few women can achieve.
She pulled her mouth from it and stood up and faced me. I realized then that something else about this woman had not been fed in a while and it was hungry.
I pulled her shirt over her head and stepped out of my jeans and underwear. She pushed my shirt up and I pulled it off as she sloppily kissed my chest. Her bra came off before I could get to it and the best of what had not been passed down to her daughters came spilling out. I followed her lead or sex without ceremony and grabbed her ultra soft tits and looked amazingly young. Marie pushed away and got on the bed laying on her back. I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off of her and threw across the room. I removed her panties with a hurried gentleness and was shocked to see that they yard below had been freshly cut in the last several hours.
I pushed her cushy thighs apart and she gave no resistance and slowly mounted her and got into position.
"Get in me!" she ordered with a mischievous grin on her face. I pressed the head of my cock into canal that had bought forth three beautiful specimens of womanhood itself. The thought of the girls only make me hornier and harder of which I did not think I could get. I slid slowly inside Marie, surprised at how snug she was as the feel of her interior pussy rolled slowly over my cock and it made its way deep inside of me.
Once I was all the way in, I could feel her hips beneath me achieving motion and I matched beginning to use her the way she was using me making way to say the things you can only say perfectly during sex.
"Of fuck me harder, go deep," she cooed under me unashamed at wanted her most primal needs met in the most fantastic way.
"Ooooo I like those big titties bitch," I said.
"All yours baby," she panted.
Our banter increased in both in vulgarity and frequency as we both sounded off in ways that would no doubt embarrass us later. We had reached a fever pitch as Marie shouted, "give it to me daddy," and my mind already lost in the writhing soft creature below me and with my common sense and barriers buried deep inside her, the memory of earlier and working on the fence with the thought of Lacy calling me daddy flooded into me. It was enough to start my release as Marie had her third explosion to mark her pleasure and with off my safety's down I screamed out...
"YOU FUCK SO GOOD LACY!" as my seed parted from my body and filled Marie, a condom a thought neither of us had entertained.
It was until my final drops emptied into her and the last moans and convulsions pulled themselves from my body that I realized I had called Marie by her 14 year old daughters name in bed. I had my eyes clothes and was afraid to open them, I didn't just barely say her daughters name...I had screamed it.
To be continued...
(the characters in the story are based on people I know, if you have any trouble visualizing what they look like, pm me and maybe I could help you out as a trade for helping me visualize:) thanks for reading, please comment)
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