About the story: This is one of the first stories I wrote, in 2009, back when I knew less about writing. I'm re-posting it here because the free site, Sexstories.com, pulled all but one chapter(at the time of this posting). I have cleaned this chapter up, but only the gross errors. I'll get the other chapters here as soon as I can.

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My Neighbor's Incest

By BiStander

Part 3

Protect Her From the Sun

The day after my sexual ecstasy with Jasmine, the teenage goddess, and her sibling prodigy, my mind drifted to all the different sensations. I imagined the feel of Jasmine's breast, the hold her pussy had on my cock, the smell of her ass pressed against my face, her hot stream of pee hitting my hard penis, her spasming bowels on my cock as she orgasmed, and the feel of my new young friend's lips slurping my orgasm into her mouth. Could it ever be matched, I wondered?

I had experienced so much in such a short period. It was hard to believe it had really happened, but it had. I didn't know when or if I'd have another experience with my neighbors, but I started fantasizing about the possibilities. I could finally satisfy Susan's incredible desire to have her love hole stuffed, sending my seed deep into her young body. Or, I could pull out and fill her mouth and splatter her face. I might even get a chance to fill Jasmine's greedy cum hole again with a flood of ball juice? Who knows what might happen, whatever it would be, I couldn't wait.

Out in front of the house, I noticed some girls down the street. I smiled, knowing my next year in high school was going to be better than the last. Jasmine's words, "Nice cock," did a lot to build a boy's confidence.

Susan leaped onto my back and wrapped her legs and arms around me, sending me stumbling forward, then down in a heap on the grass. My confidence was taken down a few notches by the laughing twelve-year-old who took me to the carpet with her scrawny body. However, her warm crotch pressed against my back made me happy. I turned over and looked up at Susan's lips, picturing them stretched around my flesh. I wondered what it would be like to eat her out then kiss her.

My fantasy was interrupted by her slap. She said, "Don't forget, we have a deal! I did my part; you better do yours."

I smiled and said, "You did, but are you sure you'll be ready?"

A satisfied pleasure rolled across Susan's face. "Last night after I went inside, I opened the refrigerator, and as soon as I spotted it, I knew what to do. I grabbed the fattest carrot and headed for my room. Don't worry, by the time I get back from my aunt's house, I'll be ready."

Her words stunned me, then I remembered; Jasmine and Susan were going to their aunt's house for a week with their father. It was his sister. "Oh," I said.

Susan saw my disappointment. "Don't worry. It's just six days. My mom will be here." She jumped up. "I gotta go get ready. See you soon."

Five days later, I was mowing my lawn. Mrs. Davis walked over, so I stopped and turned off the mower. I was horny but trying to save myself for Susan's return, so I hadn't cum since the night with Jasmine. My cock swelled in front of Susan's mother. It should have embarrassed me, but I had seen her naked and watched her servicing her husband's massive tool. That made it easy to forget that she was a grown up.

Mrs. Davis was wearing a long, loose shirt. Her massive tits were free to swing, and her nipples were bulging under the thin fabric. "Joe, would you mind mowing my lawn, too?"

Her words snapped me out of the trance her jiggling tits had put me in. I squirmed nervously, hoping my erection wasn't making a tent in my shorts, or worse, finding a way out through the leg hole. "Sure, Mrs. Davis, I can do yours too." As the words left my mouth, I wanted them back. Hopefully, she wouldn't hear them the way they sounded to me.

"Joe." Her tone made me freeze.

"Yes?"

"Don't call me, Mrs. Davis. Call me, Chris."

I knew my mother wouldn't approve, but I said, "Okay."

"Good. Knock on the door when you're done, and I'll give you something."

Back-and-forth, I walked with the lawn mower and a hardon. My balls swung, swollen and heavy with five days worth of cum. Thoughts were running wild in my mind. What did Mrs. Davis mean by, "I'll give you something." Susan's words, "My mom will be here," took on new meaning. I pictured my cock sliding between Chris's tits.

With three passes left, I told myself to stop fantasizing. All my ideas of what would happen when Mrs. Davis opened the front door had to be smashed. She wasn't going to fuck my brains out as payment for cutting her grass. If that were my expectation when I knocked, I would be disappointed at best. At worst, I would make an ass out of myself standing there with my hard little cock poking up in my shorts.

After three knocks, I waited, then knocked again with more force. Still nothing, so I figured she must be in the backyard. I'd try the back gate. If it were open, great, if not, I'd see her later. The latch snapped, and the gate opened, so I went into the Davis's backyard. Surprised, Mrs. Davis jumped and looked around. I closed the gate quickly, and with all the fake courage I could muster, I said, "Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't answer the door. I figured you were back here. "

Not finding anything to cover her tits, Chris went back to laying on her stomach. Apparently, she was more concerned about me seeing her melons, then her round, naked ass, which was right there in front of my eyes, or maybe she wanted me to see her. "I was wondering if I could jump in your pool, to cool off?"

"Sure, Joe, you can take a swim, but will you do something for me first?" My brain flew through a thousand possibilities. I could eat her pussy or shove my hard dick in her mouth. She said, "Can you put some sunscreen on my back?"

I said, "Sure, Mrs. Dav—I mean Chris." It felt strange calling her by her first name, but then again, she was naked and wanted me to spread lotion on her. I picked up the bottle of sunscreen and moved to the foot of her chair, where I admired her perfect ass, the soft fuzz that glistened on her lower back, and the breast meat that was being squeezed out from under her body. Even the back of her neck was sexy. My thirteen-year-old brain flooded with hormones and my boner throbbed. At light speed, I processed some possibilities. She would tell my parents I touched her ass or she planned this whole thing because she needed a dick while her husband was away. I was out of my mind thinking about Mrs. Davis sucking off her husband right here, Susan watching, then taking her father's load on her face. The stories Susan told me about her parents and Jasmine added to my lust induced madness. I removed my shorts and straddled her chair.

When I looked down at her ass and saw my erection, I suddenly realized she was a woman, not some high school girl. Mrs. Davis was my neighbor and my mother's equivalent. I wanted to run like hell, but forced myself to stay because Susan specifically told me, "My mom will be here." It had to be a special message, a code for me to know that I'd have a chance, a chance to fuck her mom.

I covered my hands with sunscreen and reached for her shoulders. I was as nervous as a turkey the day before Thanksgiving. Like a kid trying to spread peanut butter on soft bread, I fumbled on her upper back. I thought I might have heard a sigh, but it registered as a moan of pleasure, so I moved on. I smeared tanning lotion on her sides, getting an inch from touching the bulging breast meat. I chickened out and continued downward. Her back muscles were firm on each side of the sexy groove that marked the center of her back and led straight to her ass crack. I squirted a circle of sunscreen over the fine blond hairs that were only visible in the sunlight.

Now that her back was coated, what was I to do with her ass, I wondered. She wouldn't want a sunburn on her butt, would she? My palms inched up the slope of her lower back, getting close to that big, womanly rump. She'll stop me if she doesn't want me to touch it, I decided and laid my hands on the pillowy mounds. Panic gripped me. I had two choices now, run away or protect her from the sun.

"Joe, make sure you go all the way down my legs...too."

My heart raced. Too, is also, and that surely means feel my ass up completely before you go all the way down. I watched as the drops of creamy liquid fell from the bottle towards her rump. It happened in slow motion, the gob fell and hit with a splat. I waited for a reaction, but nothing came, so I was all in.

I squatted. The reality of what I was about to do made my body buzz with a rush of adrenaline. First my left, then my right testicle touched down on her warm flesh. I dragged my sack through the droplets until it was coated, then I slid it up the length of her ass channel. She didn't flip out, so I pressed my painfully stiff erection between her cheeks. Then I gently slid it up and down in the flesh valley. Oh, it felt so good, but I stopped because I didn't want to dump my lotion on her back.

Mrs. Davis must have known that it was my cock touching her. That meant she wanted to get fucked, but should I shove it in her without asking? No, I couldn't do that. I grabbed the cushions of her ass and shoved them together. Her fleshy walls sandwiched my erection, completely hiding it. I drove my cock through the valley until my balls crashed into her, then I backed up. The tip of my cock slid across the hot, silky ring of her asshole.

A voice that reminded me of Jasmine's when she told me to eat her came from her mother. "Fuck me, Joe. Not in my pussy, I can't let you, but fuck my asshole."

I didn't wait to make sure the voice hadn't been in my mind. I shoved her cheeks apart and centered the bulb of my cock on the puckered ring. It seemed hotter than the sun. I pushed and my dick head popped into the tightness. I trembled and jerked, easing in. It was liquid fire. Mrs. Davis said, "Ah, Joe, you've got a big one for a boy your age. Let me get a look at it."

I reluctantly extracted my tool from her asshole and dismounted. Chris rolled over and sat up in front of me. Her massive melons swung around and hung halfway to her belly button. Dark nipples covered the tops, with a hard center the size of large raisins, standing proud. She smiled and said, "That's a beautiful cock, young man. Very impressive. Let me have a taste." She took hold of my dick and pulled it toward her waiting mouth, then she licked the tip, up the sides, and around the head, like an ice cream cone. My knees went slack when she sucked the purple head into her hot mouth. When she took it out, she licked her lips, as if she were savoring the taste of her asshole. Then, to my surprise, she inhaled the full length. My balls hit her chin. She pulled back, smiled around my purple knob, then slammed her face back down my shaft. Her nose was smashed into my pubic hair while her throat gulped frantically.

When Susan's mother stopped boobing on my boner, it was sloppy, wet with her mouth juice. She said, "Now it's ready," then she got on her knees and leaned on the chair. "Go ahead, fuck my ass."

Chris reached back and guided me to her bung hole. My penis brain touched the dark circle. I pushed hard and sank into Mrs. Davis's body. I didn't stop until my groin smacked into her ass. The scared-silly, thirteen-year-old boy who had entered the Davis's backyard turned into a wild animal, running on instincts. I reached around her body, grabbed her hanging tits, and drove the length of my cock into her ass tube. Mrs. Davis thrust her hungry ass back to meet my forward motions. I released her tits, took her by the hips and slammed her even harder. She grunted and matched me with equal force. “Fuck it, fuck it hard.”

I was pulling out until the flare of my cock head reached the tightness of her anus, then giving her my full length. Slap, slap, slap, our bodies collided, and my balls swung, hitting her wet pussy. I couldn't go any faster, and I had lasted longer than I could have ever hoped, considering how many days it had been since I released their load.

Each time our bodies hit, my sack tighten. My body was on autopilot, flying towards a huge climax. I felt my balls jerk and my cock expand. One last thrust was all I needed. I pulled back and shoved forward. My dick head jammed against a solid surface. I felt my cum spurting cock bend, then slice into her. The cushions of Chris's ass embraced my groin, and her pussy walls surrounded my cock. It was better than her ass tube. Her pussy was like a million tiny fingers touching my cock. I held her hips tight and hunched spasmodically, pumping days of stored up sperm inside a woman older than my mother.

Mrs. Davis moved forward and broke the bond of our bodies. I watched as my erect pole slid out of her pink flesh. My dick stood straight out, glistening in the sunlight. Chris sat, turned around and took me into her mouth. She sucked hard as she pulled her head off my cock, cleaning every drop of our orgasms. With a big smile, she licked her lips and said, "Yummy."

Still holding my erection, she laid on the chair. I straddled her. She raised the backrest halfway then pulled me by my cock towards her cleavage. She spit on my cock and put it between her tits. The groove between the massive flesh globes was covered with a mix of sweat and lotion. My spit coated tool slid up towards her neck. Mrs. Davis lifted each of her jugs and pushed them together. They easily encased my cock. I worked my sensitive meat through her cleavage.

Once I had a good pace going, Chris grabbed my ass and pulled me up until my hanging balls dragged across her chin. My knees almost buckled when she sucked my family jewels hard and deep into her mouth. I gasped and squatted on her face. She explored my testicles with her tongue. Her fingernails dug into my ass cheeks. My wet balls came out of her mouth with a slurp and dragged across her nose. One landed in each eye socket. Her tongue shot into my asshole, sending a wave of unprecedented pleasure through my young body. I squatted harder, trying to get her inside my quivering body. My cock stood straight up like it was about to send a load into outer space. Chris said, "Not so fast. This time I want your cum in the right hole. I want to taste it."

I stepped back, and Mrs. Davis sat straight up. She pulled my dick towards her mouth and sucked it in. She cupped my balls and massaged them with silky-soft hands. The wonderful sound of her slurping lips sent a shiver down my spine. Her fingers explored the space between my balls and my asshole. I gasped when she poked my anus. Then she slipped the ass explorer into her mouth with my cock. When it was good and wet, she forced it into my virgin asshole and sucked my cock with a vengeance. My next load would soon be in my new friend's mouth.

Mrs. Davis stuffed another finger into my stretched ass. I wasn't sure I liked what she was doing, but I took a wider position with my feet, grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart. She started plunging me faster and deeper. My hips were rocking in rhythm with her sucking face and ass fucking hand. I wanted to fill her mouth, but her thumb jammed into the base of my balls, holding me back, for the moment.

The woman gave my cock a break so she could get her fingers in her mouth. She sucked them seductively, savoring the taste. The fingers went back and coated my butt-hole with warm, slippery mouth juice. Her teeth held my dense cock knob while a fingertip reopened my puckered ring. I held my breath, awaiting her next move. One finger slipped in as my cock slammed the back of her throat. Chris sucked, and finger fucked me in rhythm. Whatever she was doing deep in my butt-hole brought on an intense, pressurized need to cum.

Again, my knees almost buckled when she added a second finger and thrust deep and hard. My balls were ready. They pulled up tight. Chris grabbed my shaft and squeezed it hard; then she shoved what felt like four fingers as far up my ass as they would go. My tiny hole stretch wide around her hand and my sperm coursed through my dick tube. The first blast went straight into Mrs. Davis's eye. The second hit her cheek, and the third was on target, covering her pink tongue with a white streamer. She sealed her lips on my cock and sucked it like a straw in a McDonald's shake. My balls heaved, and my violated ass ring jerked, squeezing and releasing her fingers.

When my pipe was cleaned out, Chris wiped her face with the fingers she'd removed from my asshole and licked the cum from them. What a nasty lady, I thought. What a wonderfully nasty woman. I sat on the end of the chair with a big smile on my face.

Mrs. Davis's expression turned serious. She said, "You can never tell anyone about this. Nobody! Even if it happens again and someone else is there, this still never happened! Got it?"

"OK, it never happened, I promise."

She smiled and said, "Joe, it's very important that you keep that promise if you want this to happen again. I know I do. You have a nice cock. It's not average size either, so be careful when you get ready to shove it in someone."

I wondered if Mrs. Davis knew something? Could she know I was planning on spreading her daughter's legs and taking her virginity?