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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 8 o’clock.

“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 8 o’clock in the evening. The lights were on at the new neighbors, so the three of us decided it was time to introduce ourselves. Bonnie had a cake. We went over and rang the doorbell. The dad opened the door. Bonnie took the lead.

“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 Avon on the side for a little extra income. It was just a general, get to know you, conversation. They seemed like a nice, average family, moving up in the world. We’d get to know them better as the weeks wore on. Bonnie and Jan hit it off as women often do. Bob and I were a little different. He liked golf, I didn’t. I liked computers. He only used them because he had to. Stuff like that. But it was okay. Both of us liked football, so at least we had something in common. He and I both liked beer. He was friendly and looked like he would be a good neighbor. He didn’t have two of everything I found out, so I’d really miss Stan Mitchell now.

We didn’t want to overstay our welcome so we left about 9 o’clock. We said our goodbyes and headed home. Bonnie and I both had a little buzz on.

“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