Im Mels Dad 21 Neighbors

TWENTYONE

'Neighbors'

The doorbell wakes us.

I roll over you, dragging the sheet off.

I grab my Levis and pull them quickly on.

I move quickly down the stairs.

The bell rings again.

I open the door to see Charles and Saisha, from across the street.

They both look so concerned.

"Hello."

"Yeah, how, ya been?" Chuck is ex-footballer big and has one of those rumbly-echo deep voices.

"Fine. Yeah, we're good." Not sure why I feel guarded. Maybe because I didn't get my wakeup from you. "You?"

"We were wondering about Deidre."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We saw her come in a taxi - there was some kind of... I don't know, the cabbie didn't seem happy and sort just tossed her stuff onto the lawn." The sweet punctuated lilt of the small woman's Indian English accent delightfully singing in my ears.

"We saw Mel let her in... but we haven't seen her since."

"Oh, she just came to stay for awhile." The melody of your voice surprises me. I hadn't noticed you had come in behind me.

I turn my head to look over my shoulder, you're wearing that long towel-cloth robe, belted tight around your waist - a bit blousy on top.

Provocative.

"'T's a surprise. She hadn't called us for years."

"Yes," I agreed with you. "She just kinda showed up."

"Where's she been? What's she been doing?" Saisha had shared morning coffee with Deidre for years.

"Well, you know, she didn't contact us while she was gone and..."

You jump to my rescue, "She doesn't talk much about it. So we don't know."

"Is she here now? Can we see her? I'd kinda like to catch-up."

"Well, no, she's not really..."

You tug at a belt loop.

I look down at you and your eyes convince me you have a plan.

A devious plan.

An exciting plan.

You speak, "Yeah. Come on in. She's not ready right now, but I'll go get her and bring her up."

I guide Chuck and Saisha in to sit on the couch.

Not knowing what you've got in mind, I flip on the cameras and aim them at the two areas Peter designated.

We talk about that stuff people talk about when they're not ready to talk about stuff.

I stand across the coffee table for a time, then squat on my heels.

After what seems like a long time, you come up from the basement.

You've left the robe down there and are wearing only your jeweled rings through your nipples. They flash and flicker with each swaying of your beautiful tits.

You have a twelve-foot paracord in hand; The other end is fixed to her cunt ring.

You are moving quickly; She holds back (shy?) and the cord is taut between your hand and her ring. She is being pulled along by her clit.

You have bound her elbows tightly behind her back, thrusting her tits forward.

You have wrapped their bases tightly and they balloon.

The bells you've hung from her nipples tinkle with each step.

I am surprised.

Chuck and Saisha are even more surprised.

I'm not sure this is a good idea, but you stride confidently to my side, wrap your arm around my waist and jerk and tug her pussy until she stands beside you.

"She can't talk." You state it as a self-evident rule.

Chuck and Saisha are speechless.

They look at each other.

They look at me for some sign of reassurance.

Is this real?

Is this acceptable?

I'm not sure myself - It's totally up to them.

Saisha'd joined your mother and me several times, but, still...

We could be in real trouble here.

I look at you questioningly.

Your eyes fixed on mine, you tilt-nod your head towards Saisha.

I look and she is nearly drooling.

She raises her right hand to rest over her left tit, she lays her right hand on Chuck's thigh.

He looks at her, she keeps focused on your mother.

Chuck looks at me, reaching out for rescue.

I smile and shrug and hug you to me.

You tighten your arm around my waist.

You jerk down on the cord leashed to your mother's clit. She squeals and falls to her knees.

You step over her shoulder so that your legs are in front of her shoulders, pinning them back and forcing her tits into prominent display.

Your cunt is presses against the back of her skull, forcing her neck to stretch toward Saisha.

You squeeze her head between your thighs and begin a slow walk towards her, forcing your mother to shuffle awkwardly on her knees.

The music of the bells tinkling over her suppressed moans of frustration, embarrassment, excitement, pain - adds to my pleasure.

Thank you.

I hope this doesn't just blow up on us.

Saisha spreads her legs as you get closer.

You keep driving until your mother's face is trapped between her thighs by yours.

Saisha scoots forward to the edge of the couch, opening her legs wide, her knees behind yours.

Your mother's mouth is hidden, her head jammed between your cunts. But it is obvious she is working on Saisha through her shorts.

Charles is still... confused? flabbergasted? Is this really happening? What is this that is happening?

Deidre is doing this?

Mel is doing this?

Saisha is doing this?

What's going on.

I go over to sit on the arm of the couch beside him.

"It's OK, man. Watch. Join in."

"uhhh..."

"Or don't. Do what you want."

I pat him on the shoulder, sort of give him a push, and walk around to stand behind you.

Chuck is through the wall in a blink, nearly tearing Saisha's top apart, popping a button or two.

She is not wearing a bra, of course. Her small cones require no support.

They are firm and soft and delightful.

He kneads and mouths them.

Soon they are red and glistening.

Saisha reaches down to undo her shorts.

Your mother pushes her hands aside and attends to them herself.

Saisha lifts her butt off the couch and your mother pulls her shorts down, but her wide-spread thighs, held open by your mom's shoulders and your knees, prevent moving them very far down.

But that's enough space for your mother to dig into the gap and lap and chew at Saisha's pussy.

She is very hungry for this.

I toss my pants aside and step in behind you.

Parting your golden curtain, I insert my cock into the space between your groove and her head.

I pump in that tunnel, scrubbing through her hair against her scalp and getting wet from juices gathering along your cunt lips.

I saw back and forth.

You begin pumping with me, which starts knocking your mother's face against Saisha's cunt in our rhythm.

I watch Saisha's face, accommodating myself to drive her to higher enjoyment.

She comes, shuddering, and Chuck, pushing your mother to the side, dives in to suck and nibble at his wife's pussy.

Pushing her aside forces you to shift your feet.

This twists your mother around your left thigh, lifting her ass off her knees slightly

Chuck's head scrubs against your right thigh as he laps at his wife.

My increasingly fierce cock lays across your ass.

Such an inviting target.

I twist away and bring down a full-swing palm, slamming into both cheeks at once.

You stumble forward, driving your mother to fall to the floor and you follow her down.

Your knees slam onto the floor, your cunt bangs your mother's head to the carpet.

Saisha has rolled on top of Chuck and is sucking his dick, though his shorts are pushed down just enough for that. His balls are still covered.

He is moaning with his eyes closed.

She is working him expertly.

I remember that mouth.

I wonder if he ever knew what she did with us.

I think not - though no one made any effort to hide it.

In any case, he's into it now.

He had seemed surprised.

Now - just delighted.

You are scrubbing your cunt on your mother's head, her face pressed to the floor.

I go to the kitchen to fetch some liquid refreshment.

When I come back in with the pitcher and glasses on the tray, your mother is curled up, her shins and forearms on the floor, her head between her hands.

Chuck and Saisha are lying on the couch, heads at crotches, idly fiddling with each other.

You're sitting on the table, combing through your hair with your fingers.

That is one of my favorite sights - you, naked, combing your hair.

I get just that much stiffer.

I set the tray on the table beside you and you begin filling the four glasses.

They disentangle and sit up, looking perfectly normal.

If 'normal' includes shorts around knees, his shirt open and laid to the sides, her topless.

Which, I suppose it does now.

'Normal'.

It's a new world.

I smile and sit beside you.

I rest my foot on your mother's head, my hand on her uplifted ass

We sit and talk, drink, all very civilized and sedate

You lean your arm against my naked chest.

I comb my fingers through your hair, lazily, slowly, but this excites me as it always does.

You reach into my lap and rest your hand on my stiffness, gently pressing me into my thigh.

I lean my head over to rest on top of your head.

"Did you always hate her?"

"I don't hate her, Saish."

"Then why..."

"She came back for just exactly this."

"Why?"

"Fuck if I know. When she left I told her if she ever came back I'd have no limits and would push as hard and far as..."

"She wants this?" Chuck interrupted me

"Ask her."

"Deidre, do you want this?"

Your mother rolls onto her side and opens her mouth.

I am prepared to slam her head into the floor with a pounding fist to her mouth.

She catches herself and her terrified eyes tremble in their sockets.

"She can't talk," you explain.

"Why not?"

"She can't." I am firm.

So firm Chuck draws back, puzzled. Maybe afraid.

Saisha smiles at me and nods.

She says to him, calmly, "It's the way it is, babe."

She moves to snuggle her ass down onto Chuck's lap facing us.

Chuck reaches around her and rests his huge hands on her beautiful teacup breasts.

Your mother is now lying on her side, her face streaked with dried tears, drool dripping to the floor.

I press my foot onto her face.

Seeing that, Saisha presses her foot between your mother's thighs and slides it to tickle her cunt with her toes.

"She is so fucking wet,

"Yes. Like I said, this is her dream - her hope."

"I don't remember her being this twisted."

"We never let you in that deep."

"What did I miss?"

I lift my head to look down on you. I look at them sitting stacked on the couch.

I shake my head.

I'm not going into it.

The small brown woman raises her hips and reaches between her thighs to guide her husband's huge cock into her tiny slit.

I don't know how she can take him in, but she just slides down his shaft easily.

So easily, she is still sipping her drink as she bottoms out.

You lay down, your head on my thigh and take me into your mouth.

Once you have me in enough to fill your mouth without sheathing me in your throat, you just relax and cradle me on your tongue, your breath drawing and flowing over my growing stiffness.

Saisha, kicks herself into your mother's cunt, lifting her a hop along the floor.

I roll my heel over her lips and press into her mouth as far as her jaw allows.

"Those mornings were so nice."

"Yes. It was always a delight to start my day with you."

Chuck grunted quizzically.

"Oh, darling, what did you think happened when I came over here every morning?"

"Well, uh... coffee?"

She twisted around to kiss her husband.

"You're so sweet."

Chuck looks at me and tilts his head, questioning.

I do a quick shrug, pat your tit, and twiddle with your jewels.

I smile wryly at Chuck.

He shakes his head and squeezes his wife's tits, pulling her down more firmly.

She shivers and spills a few drops of her drink.

Saisha reaches down to rub that wetness into her leg. Chuck moves his hand down to help.

He moves up her thigh and slides his fingers along her thigh to spread her lips.

Her gasp attracts your attention and you turn your head to see, abandoning my cock to stand wetly against your cheek.

Saisha reaches out and fiddles with your nipple jewels. You rise onto your elbow to offer her greater access.

As she twists the ring through your nipple, your nub chudders along it.

You make that moaning sigh that always stiffens me more and I take my cock in my left hand, and stroke it, gathering some of your hair.

I lift my right hand from where it's been resting on your hip to join Saisha on your tit, wrapping my fingers around your breast and lifting it, offering your barred nipple to her manipulations.

You arch your back, eager for more.

She leans forward and covers your nipple with her mouth and begins sucking.

This lifts her off his cock so he stands and swiftly re-enters her cunt - splashing and slapping with the impact.

This forces her forward against you, rocking you to lean back to rest on your elbows.

He eagerly speeds up, slamming into her hard.

This knocks you back to lay flat on the table with Saisha on top, cunt to cunt

Chuck's fucking her scrubs her tiny body over you, both sets of tits rolling, mashed between you, while his balls slap your pussy.

Your mother turns her head to escape my heel and relieve her jaw.

I knock her cheek with a swift punch of my heel.

Taking this as a cry for attention, a plea to stop ignoring her, I set the pitcher and glasses from the the tray, take it up and stand over her.

I shuffle my feet under her and roll her back onto her forearms and knees.

Holding the tray between my hands, I lift and bring it down hard on her upraised butt.

The sound of the impact and of her scream surprises Chuck and Saisha who pause and turn to look.

You grab her head and turn her, holding her head for an insistent kiss.

She starts humping back against Chuck, who bangs into her more enthusiastically.

Your mother's ass turns quickly red under my punishing assault, her keening wail rises and falls in pitch with each impact.

Saisha turns her head from your kiss and watches, fascinated.

After eight or nine blows, I stop pounding her with the tray and kneel between her calves. I hold her hip with my left hand and use my right to set the head of my cock to split her cuntlips.

I pull her back onto me in one quick stroke and begin to quickly speed into a beast-like frenzy - frustrated, twisted, brutal... an angry love betrayed. Forced beyond my former bounds of restraint

Saisha, enthralled by this display, disentangles herself from your menage and slips out from between the two of you.

She jacks Chuck's well-wetted dick and, guiding it to your ready cunt, lines it up for him to jam into you.

Which he does, entering to the balls in one stroke.

You lie back on the table and lift your hips to welcome him in.

As he fucks you, she comes to join me.

She grabs a fistful of your mother's hair and, yanking her up, forces her mouth to her pussy.

Your mother, suspended for a moment, gets her palms to the floor.

Jerking your mother's hair to roll her face from side to side, Saisha presses her cunt forward, arching your mother's back.

The small woman's tiny tits wave before me enticingly with her efforts.

I reach out to toy with them, squeezing and rolling and tugging.

I pinch her nipples and pull her towards me by her tits. She moans and ahhhs, open-mouthed, her dark eyes sparkling at me.

Her smile draws me to lean in to kiss her wide lips.

Our kiss intensifies and I rock Saisha back, dragging my cock out of your mother, sliming along her asscrack and up her spine.

Saisha guides my dripping cock to her pussy and I slip in easily. All three of you women are all open, wet and puffy.

This pleases me.

Both of us men are fully hard and dripping with female juices.

This pleases me.

I fuck Saisha with the same intensity, without the frustration and anger.

I had forgotten how talented this brown woman was at receiving, clutching, milking cock.

Our fucking bangs our inner thighs against your mother's head.

Your hips are pushed across the table by Chuck's aggressive fucking.

You have slipped so that you are bent back over the far edge.

You ass lifting your hips high to receive his thrusting, your head is pillowed on the mound of your hair piled on the floor.

He is braced by his hand clutching the edge of the table outside your hips.

Your tits jiggle and circle delightfully with his slamming, jewels sparkling in the light.

I watch for a while, slowing my fucking of Saisha.

She massages my cock with her inner muscles.

Ahhhh, the sweet memories awakened.

Delicious.

I pull out of Saisha and shuffle on my knees to lay my cock against your lips.

You eagerly, lovingly, take me in and use your mouth talents to great effect, lapping the combined juices of Saisha and your mother from my cock.

How the hell can I keep getting stiffer?

Longer, thicker?

Saisha abandons your mother and comes to join us.

She squeezes between my head and Chuck's, kneeling on the table.

She feeds him her cunt.

He eats with vigor.

Her ass invites me to dive in and I cover her tight mounds with kisses.

I nudge into her crack and my tongue finds her button.

Chuck and I bump chins as we enthusiastically bring his wife to a screaming climax.

That sets me off and I shoot into your throat.

Chuck arches back and holds deep in Saisha, obviously unloading a huge come.

Soon after, your trembling lets me know that you are coming.

Chuck reaches around her hips to find your hands already working on her clit.

The two of you work her to a trembling come.

And to come again.

You both slip fingers into her cunt, Chuck adds a few into her ass.

You quickly bring her off a third time.

I sit back on my heels, freeing Saisha to pull away from her husband's face.

She turns to look at your mother, still lying curled on the floor, shivering with a combination of excitement, pain, exhaustion and fear.

And maybe she was a little cold.

Sashia's hip is right in front of me and I lean in and hug her hips.

She turns and offers me her sopping pussy.

I accept her offer and lap at her slit a few times.

Chuck clamors off of you and crawls to your mother.

He rolls her onto her belly and forces her thighs apart with his knees.

He lowers onto her and jams into her asshole, smashing into her roughly, pounding her pussy into the carpet.

Her squeals attract Sashia's attention, who goes to join him.

She rolls them onto their sides and begins to strum your mother's pussy with her fingers.

I gasp, remembering what she has done to your mother in our past.

"Come on, Sweet. Come with me."

You rise and take my hand.

As we pass the three on the floor he looks up.

"Going?"

"We are."

"This was fun, we ought to do this again... Soon."

"Yes," you chime in. "How about this weekend. A Barbeque."

"That's a great idea. Saturday?"

"Yeah," as Saisha closes the door, "Be in touch to plan."

Sashia rolls onto her back and looks up, her dark eyes shining, says, "It's been fun. Like old times."

"Indeed. You know what to do. Flip the lights off when you leave."

"K."

As we go up the stairs, you ask, "'Like old times?'"

"Yes, like old times."

"What happened?"

"Let's take a shower and get to bed."

"You won't tell me?"

"I will. In bed."

You smile.