0 comments/ 68254 views/ 7 favorites My Wet Neighbour Ch. 7 By: phantom1 This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein is based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material wilfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, a law enforcement officer of the United Kingdom, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. * * * * * I decided not to return to the shop for a few days. Firstly because I had by now ordered a large strap-on dildo and two vibrators from an internet site and I wanted to have the dildo with me when I returned. Secondly I wanted Lisa to have plenty of time to think about the challenge she had thrown down; so when I returned to the shop she would be sure of what she was doing. When I did finally decide to go, I again left it late in the day. I wanted Lisa's mother to be able to close the shop, if things went the way I planned. I told my husband I was going to the gym with Anne and set off for the boutique to arrive around 5 o'clock again. As I entered, it was Lisa who was in the shop, adjusting and tidying clothes on the rails. When she saw me she beamed a huge smile and walking towards me, took my hand in hers, gave me a little kiss on the cheek and said, "It's great to see you again Mary." "Good to see you again too," I said, "are you still on for some more fun with me?" "Absolutely!" she exclaimed. "Is it just you here. I was hoping that maybe your mother would be here too," I said. "Why? Are you going to go for my little bet? Are you going to try and seduce her." "She is here then?" I asked. "Yes she's in the back room. Oh god, this is so exciting!" Wait a minute Lisa," I said, "calm down. Are you really sure about this? Are you absolutely sure that you want this and more to the point that your mother might. If she takes offence all hell could break lose. Do you understand?" Lisa calmed herself and replied, "yes I understand and believe me mum's up for this. I told you I have seen her being very intimate with one or two customers in the past. I just know she sometimes gets turned on when clients play up to her sexually." "Okay Lisa," I said, "then you go into the stock room and leave it to your mother to come and serve m and remember, you've got to be patient. I've got to get the situation right but keep an eye out and we will see if your mum's really into getting it on with a customer. I'll leave it to you to make your presence known when you think the moment is right and whether your tell her about my previous visit. Just be sure of one thing Lisa, if we pull this off, I'm not messy around. If I have my way I'm going to fuck your mother right in front of you, so are you definitely sure you want this to happen? Last chance to back out!" Lisa thought for a few seconds, smiled and said simply, "go for it Mary" before turning and walking into the back of the shop. I continued to browse for a few moments and selected a pair of really skin-tight trousers. They would be perfect for my plan. Then I waited a few minutes more before Lisa's mother came into the sales area. "Oh hello again," she said, "aren't you the lady from the other day?" "Yes, I couldn't make up my mind then, but decided I must come back. You have such lovely clothes here," I said adding, "it's Mary by the way." "Glad you like our stuff Mary. My name's Claire. Have you seen anything you like this time?" "Well actually I have. These trousers are just great, do you think I could try them on?" Before she answered I added, "I know I'm late again and that you close soon, but I promise not to keep you." Claire assured me that the time was not an issue and showed me to the changing room. She opened the curtain for me and offered her assistance should I need it. I entered the cubicle and hanging my bag on the peg, sat down on the corner stool. The mental images of Lisa and I together in the cubicle a few days before came flooding back to me and I felt my pussy getting moist. I was absolutely in the mood for some more of the same and felt certain I would be able to make Claire a willing partner. I proceeded to remove the jeans I was wearing and then struggling with the tightness, hauled myself into the stretch lycra trousers I had selected. They were perfect; so tight that you could see the outline of my pussy lips straining against the material. I called, "Do you have a moment Claire?" Within a few seconds she appeared at the curtain and pulling it back stood in the doorway of the changing room. "Everything okay?" she asked. "I think so," I said, "I think these are really nice but I wanted a second opinion. What do you think?" Claire looked at me closely and I saw her notice how tight they were around my crotch and arse, before saying, "I think they look great on you but you seem just a little unsure is there a problem." "To be honest," I said, "I don't like the panty line that shows through on the backside." Claire replied, "What would you normally wear with them, a string?" "To tell the truth I wouldn't normally wear any undies with them but I appreciate I can't try them on like that." Claire thought for a moment and said, "Can I be honest with you. They are actually an end of line item. If you don't have them I will probably move them into 'old stock' anyway so if your buying them depends on trying them without underwear, please feel free, Mary." "Are you sure that's okay?" "Yes," she said, "no problem." I didn't give Claire the chance to walk away before I undid the button, pulled down the zipper and started to try and get them off. They were so tight they would hardly move. I just couldn't stretch them enough to get them over my backside and was practically falling over trying to do so. I started to laugh at my own predicament and Claire started to giggle with me. "Let me help you," she said, "before you do yourself an injury. Here, sit on the stool." I fell onto the stool and lent against the cubicle wall as Claire knelt down in front of me. As she did so I saw Lisa now watching quietly from the door of the stock room. Claire lifted my feet from the floor and grabbed the bottom of each leg of the trousers. She then started to pull. "Lift you bottom then!" she said. I did as instructed but not until Claire was pulling hard. As I lifted my backside the trousers started to come off and I made sure my panties would go with them. Before she realised, the trousers were around the top of my thighs together with my underwear and Claire was looking me straight in the pussy. "God, I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't see your knickers were coming too." And then she paused, staring just a little too long at my mound before looking me in the eye. I smiled and said, "Don't worry, they were coming off anyway and I'm sure you seen enough nudity in your changing room over the years, not to be embarrassed. Now if you could just pull them the rest of the way off and don't worry about my panties." Claire resumed pulling at the trousers, which came down my legs and completely off taking the panties with them. I was now sat before her with my pussy fully exposed and with the opportunity to open my legs a little before she stood up. I didn't miss the chance and exposed more of myself to her gaze to see if I would get a reaction. I did! Claire looked long and hard at my crotch before starting to stand. "Please don't go yet," I said, "I think I'll need help getting them back on and will certainly like your opinion." I stood up and started to put the trousers back on. Once upto my thighs I asked Claire to help pull them the rest of the way. She stood close to me. Close enough that I could feel her body warmth. She put her hands into the waistband at the back whilst I pulled at the front. The felling of her hands against by buttocks was fantastic and I felt a twinge of excitement in my pussy. As the trousers went on Claire stepped back and sat on the stool herself, in order to see what I looked like. I pulled up the zipper and buttoned them up then turned to show her. I could feel the material so tight that it was parting my pussy lips and pressing hard against my clit. Claire immediately noticed and said they looked just great on me but then seemed to hesitate. "What is it?" I asked, "something not right with them?" "Well it just that they look a little tight here." And with that bought her hand up between my legs, onto the crotch of the trousers and against my pussy. "Are they too tight here?" she said and pressed a little harder with her hand. "To be honest Claire, they are wonderfully tight. I like to feel sexy when I wear trousers like this." She didn't move her hand away, "and do you? Do you feel sexy in them?" "Oh yes," I said, "but that could be your hand of course." I waited for her reaction to my flirting. Again she kept her hand against my crotch and said jokingly, "well I always try to please my customers in what ever way I can." "And just how far will you go to please a customer," I said, looking at her straight in the eye and with the most lustful expression I could muster. At the same time I deliberately moved my hips to rub myself against her hand. Claire stood, positioned herself as close to me as she could reasonably get, still with her hand in place, and whispered, "all the way, if necessary." We both knew at that moment that we had passed the divide. We had decided that we were attracted to each other and where going to act upon it. I lent forward, kissed her gently and said quietly, "all the way would be just fine by me." As I said it I looked over her shoulder to see Lisa still peering at us from the stock room door and I smiled knowingly at her before saying to Claire, "what about your daughter?" She seemed to suddenly remember where we were and said, "Oh yes!, Umm…" I stopped her talking and pulling the curtain closed on the cubicle said, "lets just do it quietly. She'll never even know and think how sexy it will be, with the risk of being caught." By this time we were both committed and she kissed me deeply and started to rub her hand harder against my crotch saying, "okay Mary, lets do it, but please keep quiet as possible." "Of course," I whispered, knowing full well that Lisa knew the game was on and that she would no doubt be opening the curtain a little to keep a view of proceedings. I made sure Claire's back remained towards the curtain to make things easier for Lisa and started to respond to Claire's attentions. I rubbed my crotch hard against her hand and bought my hands up to her breasts. She felt gorgeous; firm and much larger than they appeared when you looked at her. For her part Claire continued to rub my crotch and nestling her head on my shoulder whispered to me in the most submissive tone, "what do you want me to do?" I really liked the fact that she was happy for me to lead and replied to her forcefully, "first pass me my bag." She turned, grabbed my bag and passed it to me. I opened it, reached in and drew out the strap-on dildo I had recently purchased. "Good God!" she exclaimed, "why have you got that?" "Why do you think Claire. To fuck you with of course," I said. Before she did so she said, "Are you saying you came here intending to make a pass at me? How did you know…?" She stopped in mid-sentence realising that that was exactly what I had intended. Her next remark would confirm whether she was going to accept the situation and I was so greatly pleased when she continued her previous offer, "so, what do you want me to do?" "Kneel down on your hands and knees," I said. Claire kissed me once more and then slowly sank to her knees, turned away from me and lent forward onto her hands. There she remained, obediently waiting for me to act. I took off my top and bra before pulling the trousers off again. Then I stepped into the dildo straps and lubricated the end with spit before kneeling behind this beautiful woman. Once in position I lifted her skirt up over her bottom and then roughly pulled her knickers to one side to expose her pussy. She sighed loudly and bought her hand up between her legs to rub herself briefly. "Don't forget Claire, you had better keep quiet or your daughter will her you and I'm sure you wouldn't want her to know that you're no more than a common slut, offering yourself to me right under her nose." "Sorry Mary, I promise I will be quiet but please fuck me, get on and fuck me, please." She begged, "I want you to do me so bad. I want to be fucked, I haven't had it for so long." I didn't need to be asked anymore and positioning the head of the dildo against her lips, I sunk into her. She yelped with delight before realising her noise and raised one hand to her mouth in an attempt to mask the noise. For myself I bought both my hands down underneath her and started to massage her tits as I fucked her as hard as I could with the dildo. I was determined to make her scream out as mush as she wanted to stay quiet. As I lent forward onto her back I whispered into her ear, "Come on Claire, fuck like the dirty bitch you are. Fuck against my cock Claire, ride it, ride my cock hard." As I spoke I fucked her faster and faster. So fast that I was almost breathless but it was having the effect. Claire was losing her control and having dropped from resting on her hands to resting on her elbows she started to pant, "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, please god fuck me with your cock Mary! Please make me cum, please." This was Lisa's queue. I knew she must have been watching as best she could threw the side of the curtain and she now realise that her mother had reached the point of no return. Lisa threw back the curtain in mock surprise and shouted, "For Christ sake! What's going on?" Claire was mortified but too far gone to stop. She looked up at Lisa at the same time as continuing to push herself hard onto my 'cock'. "Sorry, god I'm so sorry Lisa, I couldn't help it, please forgive me Lisa, please forgive me, god I'm sorry, god I'm so sorry Lisa…". As she spoke she still fucked the dildo as hard as she could almost as if determined to reach her orgasm so that she could bring a halt to the situation. Lisa smiled at me, a lustful, wanton smile of satisfaction at the sight before her. "Don't worry Mum, I know how good it feels. I know how good Mary is!" By this time Claire's orgasm had peaked and as she started to calm down reality dawned, "what…what do you mean…you know Mary?" "Sure Mum I know Mary from her last visit. She had me too and the I challenged her to see if she could do the same to you." "No, no Lisa, you can't have set me up." She pleaded. "Sure mum. I've seen how you get turned on my some of the customers. I even saw you feeling one up once and I just got so turned on I wanted to see you go further. I wanted to see just how far you would take it with a stranger. And now look at you mum, kneeling on the floor, a dildo up your cunt, just begging to be fucked my a woman you only just met and all in front of your dear little daughter. Mum, you were excellent!" With that Lisa dropped her jeans to the floor, pulled her knickers down and sat on the floor in front of her mother's face. Claire tried to get up a little but I, still with my dildo inside her, lent on her back and held her in position. "Now I want you to lick me mum," said Lisa, "I want us all to have some more fun together." As she said this, I started to push the dildo in and out of Claire again and she started to instantly respond. Lisa pushed her hips forward so that her pussy was right in her mothers face and Claire, for her part, reached with her hands to Lisa's pussy lips, parted them and plunged her tongue deep into her daughter's cunt. The she started to lick and suck frantically as we also started to moan in excitement. "Do you like this Claire, do you like to be fucked in front of Lisa?" I asked. "Oh yes!" she said. "Yes what bitch?" I shouted. "Yes please. Yes please Mary, I liked to be fucked." Lisa was now beginning to get very excited and was humping her mother's face with her cunt. "Fuck her Mary, fuck mummy hard, make her cum Mary." I started once again to plunge the dildo into Claire as deep as I could. "Fuck her arse Mary, fuck her arse," Lisa cried out. "No, no not my arse, please," said Claire looking at Lisa. Lisa looked back at her, then at me and quite deliberately instructed me, "fuck her in the arse Mary!" It was an order and I was glad to oblige. I pulled the dildo out of Mary and spiting on it again placed it against Claire's arsehole. "Do it Mary, fuck her in the arse!" Lisa said. "No please," said Claire but very half-heartedly, as though she thought it only proper to object to such a thing. I pushed the dildo against her arse and then it sank in, slowly but surely. "Oh God!" Claire cried out as the dildo sank home. "Yes, yes, do it to her Mary," encouraged Lisa, "Make her cum again." She said as she pulled back a foot or so from her mother's face and bought her hands down onto her own pussy to start frantically masturbating to the scene before her. I continued to fuck Claire's arse when Lisa spoke again, "are you enjoying it mum? Do you want to see something else that Mary does.?" She didn't give Claire a chance to reply. She looked at me and I knew what she meant. I pulled the dildo out of Claire and standing up dropped it to the floor. Both Lisa and I then started to pee. I onto Claire's arse and back and Lisa into her face and hair. She was obviously shocked but didn't object. The dirtiness of what we were doing together bought Claire over the edge and she thrust a hand between her legs and started to grab at her pussy, to bring herself off. As she came she rolled into a sitting position and grabbing my leg moaned, "Thank you, thank you Mary." Then, having regained some composure, she turned to Lisa and said, "now your turn!" She grabbed the dildo from the floor and instructed her daughter to lean over the stool. Claire instantly obliged her mother and positioned herself ready to receive the large plastic cock. Claire didn't bother to put it on, but rather just thrust it into Lisa' cunt with her hand and then with both hands started to fuck her with it. This time it was Lisa's turn to cum which she did after only a minute or two. We all sat on the floor looking at each other and not quite knowing what to say as the lust between us subsided. I broke the silence by saying, "so what about me. I haven't cum yet." Claire and Lisa looked at each other, smiled and then looked at me. Claire spoke, "oh we haven't forgotten you! Lisa lock the door! Mary call your husband and tell him you won't be home for a while." I knew it was my turn to be used and gave myself willingly to these two beautiful sexy women. As I sank back to the floor in anticipation of what I was about to receive I thought how far I had come in the two weeks since I had first seen Anne peeing herself at her doorway. * * * * * My Wet Neighbour Ch. 7 The Phantom likes feedback on his stories; it makes writing/publishing worth while. So please feel free to e-mail me and let me know what you think – good or bad! Tell me when you read my stories, where you read them and if you cum whilst reading them – 'cos that's why I write them! Above all enjoy my work, remember its fantasy and practice safe sex! My Wet Neighbour Ch. 8 This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein is based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, a law enforcement officer of the United Kingdom, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. * * * * * A couple of days latter, I was sitting at my kitchen table pondering on where my recent sexual adventures had taken me. From my accidental catching of Anne wetting herself, having sex with her, being introduced to Mrs. Kent, my seduction of Lisa and her mother and not least, having my son masturbate to order, in front of Anne and myself. It was that event in particular that my mind had kept wandering back to at various times every single day since it had happened. I knew it was dangerous but it kept nagging at my mind and the more it nagged the more I realised I was going to have to do something about it. Did I want to see Frank jerk off again, did I want to let him touch me? Should and I would I go further; perhaps let him know about my new-found interest in peeing? I just didn't know what to do. The events of the next two hours were to answer all these questions for me. As I sat thinking about these things my mind ran riot with lustful thoughts and my body responded. As was becoming oh so common place for me of late, I threw caution to the wind and started to masturbate there in the kitchen. My husband was at work and Frank was somewhere around the house. Normally I would check where, before 'enjoying myself, but on this occasion I didn't care. Maybe I wanted to take the risk maybe, sub-consciously; I wanted him to catch me. In retrospect I think that was true. Anyway, there I was, hot as hell and I intended to relieve myself. I remained seated, opened my robe and dropped my right hand under the table to my pussy. I parted my lips, insert two fingers into myself and placing my thumb against my clitoris started to frig myself, slowly and gently. As I did so I let my mind wander to Anne and to the day when she and I colluded into getting Frank to masturbate in front of us. I could see so clearly the image of him standing before us, just before he started to cum, looking at Anne openly masturbating her naked pussy and me rubbing myself through my clothing. Then I recalled his final few pumps of his dick before he shot his spunk onto my shoulder and chin. I held this final image in my mind as I sped up my frigging and started to feel the first throws of a building orgasm. As it built I bought my left hand to my breasts and started to pinch and squeeze my nipples. I started to feel my wetness leaking out onto the kitchen chair and dipping into it with my left hand, bought it back onto my breasts and covered them with my pussy juice. By this time I had no thought for Frank's whereabouts. I was in a world of my own and enjoying every minute of it. My orgasm was building quickly and all I could do was rub, squeeze and pinch myself as hard and as fast as I could. As I started to cum, my legs stiffened and I half stood from the chair and lent down onto the tabletop. As I did so I tugged my housecoat up over my waist to expose my backside to the attentions of my free hand. I massaged my arse cheeks and anus with one hand whilst finishing myself off with the other and as my orgasm peaked I cried out in lust, with wetness running down my thighs. As I finished I slumped back into the chair, smiled and quietly congratulated myself on how wanton and lustful my sexual nature had become. I had lost so much social inhibition. No longer did I feel guilty, or constrained by the thoughts of rudeness; If I wanted to bring myself off in the kitchen then that's what I did. It was exciting, it was my body in my time and I was free to enjoy myself. In short, I was having fun! I can't pretend I was slightly concerned or at least aware of Frank being in the house. I was, but strangely I felt the urge to go further. It was the very potential of being caught that was adding to my excitement that day. I was determined to do just what pleased me. I thought to myself, what would I do right now if I knew I was alone. I knew exactly what I would do! I stood and walked to the sink area. As described before the sink was directly opposite the door so if Frank were to walk in there would be no chance to cover myself. This was exactly what I wanted. The maximum risk gave the maximum thrill. Now standing at the sink I didn't just open my robe, I dropped it to the floor. I was totally naked and my whole body tightened as a thrill ran through it like a wave. I felt so exposed, so sooo naughty. Then I lent forward to the drainer and picked up a large wooden serving spoon. Bending over the sink, I spread my legs, pulled my buttocks open and started to gently push the spoon handle into my arse: Not too quickly and not too deep. Just enough to imagine it was a lover fucking my arse for the first time. Not sure exactly what he was doing and not wanting to hurt me. Next I bought a hand to my pussy and started to rub myself again. I was in fantasy heaven. Now relaxing into my fantasy I relaxed myself as much as possible and urged myself to start peeing. In a matter of seconds my pee started to flow, slowly at first and then heavier as I relaxed more. It ran through my fingers, sprayed against my pubic hair and ran down my legs onto the floor and around my feet. I rubbed myself faster and felt just a small gently second orgasm flood through me. A second in ten minutes was pleasing. It didn't have to be huge. A small, quiet cumming was just right for my mood. I didn't shout, or scream, I just murmured like a contented cat. I suppose at this point a little reality came back to me. I was feeling more satisfied and the high lust was subsiding. I had risked being caught but had got away with it. Now it was time to clear up and get on with the day. Just one more risk I thought. I would clean up my pee whilst remaining naked. Once the floor was clean, I would allow myself to put my robe back on. I grabbed a handful of kitchen paper towel and started to wipe the floor. Just as I was finishing the task and preparing to cover my nudity, the ultimate reality kicked in! Frank came wandering into the kitchen. He was three paces into the room before he saw me crouched down by the sink wiping the floor. I instinctively stood upright and covered my crotch and tits with my hands. There was a silence that seemed like eternity before Frank spoke, "Christ!, sorry Mum, I didn't realise…" I cut in, "No, sorry Frank, I forgot you were in…" I lied and then trailed off too, not really knowing what to say or do next. I thought Frank would turn and run but not so. Coolly he stood there and asked with some tone of surprise, "Do you always do your housework in the nude mum?" I felt strangely and unexpectedly relaxed as I responded, "Yes, sometimes but only when I'm alone. Now are you going to leave the room and let me cover myself?" Again Frank didn't go. He took a moment to think and then said, "Well don't mind me mum, if you want to go ahead and finish off be my guest!" "Frank!" I exclaimed, "I'm not going to carry on in front of you." "Why not? Are you embarrassed?" he asked. I realised I had to regain control of the situation, "No I'm not embarrassed, but you should be!" I said looking directly at the obvious bulge now growing in his shorts. Frank looked down as his dick tented further against his shorts and then, with perfect timing, sprang out of the fly opening. He made no attempt to cover himself. Proudly he said, "That's the effect you have on me mum. Ever since that day at Anne's all I can think of is you and her. I've been jerking off three times a day just thinking about what happened. I just can't help it." I relaxed my guard a little and dropped my hand from my breasts but kept covering my pussy, "I'm sorry Frank. That day at Anne's probably shouldn't have happened and I don't want to know about your masturbation habits." "Probably shouldn't have happened…?" he asked. "Well almost certainly, it shouldn't have happened." "So you regret it?" he continued. I dithered a moment realising he was pushing me, and responded, "No, erh…no I don't regret it exactly but I don't want it to cause problems between us. It just happened, we can't go back, so best just forget it." "But I can't forget it mum. Like I said it's constantly on my mind. I've been on heat ever since." He said, "can't we do it again? Please mum! I knew this was it. A crunch moment. After a long pause I replied, "Frank, I'm sorry if my and Anne's actions have caused you so much frustration. I suppose, if that's the case, then I owe you an apology which I am prepared to make 'in kind'. If you want to do it again that much then you may jerk off again now, in front of me. Is that what you want?" "Oh god, yes mum!" he said, "but can I erh…can I…" "Can you what?" He hesitated, "Can I cum on you again mum?" I smiled, "Frank, you dirty little boy! That's what turned you on wasn't it? Not just masturbating in front of Anne and I but the fact that you came on me." By this time I was getting turned on again myself and had dropped my other hand to reveal my total nudity to Frank. As he saw my pussy exposed his prick jumped. "Okay," I said, "just this once you can cum on me again. Stand in front of me so I can see you jerking and when you are ready, you may cum onto me but only if you can shoot far enough! You must stand at least three feet from me. Understood? That should challenge you to perform well." Frank didn't need to say anything else, he grabbed his shorts and dropped them to the floor, then wrapping his hand round his cock he took a few steps forward, stood in front of me and immediately started to jerk himself. I was trying to be cool. What a stupid idea! The very thought of remaining or even appearing cool when my son was openly masturbating in front of me and trying his best to spray me with his spunk was ridiculous. I let my emotions go and started to lightly rub my pussy in front of him. This caused Frank to groan in excitement and I could see he was about to cum. He had only being touching himself for a minute or so but was obviously so turned on he wasn't going to wait. He took another step forward and shouted, "Mum! Oh mum, I'm cumming." His first burst shot between us and landed on my tummy. Before he had a moment to spurt again I cupped my hands and held them in front of him. Obviously realising what I had in mind, he directed his cock into my hands and pumped the rest of his cum into them. Then he subsided. As he did so we both stood staring at each other. It was surreal. He, dripping with cum in front of his naked mother. Me eagerly cupping his cum in my hands and not really sure what to do with it. Then I realised what I wanted. Frank had had his request now I would please myself. Before he had time to say anything I turned around to face the sink once more, bent over, bought my hands behind my back and proceeded to rub his spunk all over my arse cheeks. Then I looked back over my shoulder at him and said, "Now its my turn Frank. You got what you wanted. Now me!" "What do you want me to do mum?" he said meekly and submissively, which I liked. "I want you to fuck me Frank. I want you to fuck your mummy!" I purred. Frank was so excited that his erection, which hadn't had time to subside, now started to fully harden again as he realised what he was being asked to do. As he approached me from behind his dick bounced up and down throwing trails of spunk into the air and onto the floor. I looked forward and waited for him. As I felt him position his penis against my pussy I suddenly said, "No Frank!" He stopped and looked so disappointed but I continued. "Not my pussy Frank. You can't have my pussy. That's for your father only." In some way this seemed to make what I was doing all right in my mind. Totally illogical I know but that's just how I felt. "But mum, I must have you," he begged in frustration. "Oh you can fuck me Frank but not my pussy." I said. I could see him immediately realise what I was suggesting and awaited his response, which was almost instant. He stepped tight up behind me, pushed my head forward and placed his dick head against my arse." "Are you sure mum?" "Oh yes Frank, I'm sure. Fuck my arse. Please fuck mummy's bottom." I felt Frank lean his weight against my backside and the tip of his penis sunk into my bottom. Then he paused for a second and started to push it slowly but steadily into me. The feeling was gloriously dirty. My own son fucking me in the arse. Once fully in he started to pull in and out." "Faster," I begged, "Fuck me fast Frank." He didn't need to be told again and started to really fuck me hard and rough and started to swear at me in the dirtiest terms, "I'm going fuck you hard mum. I going to pump you in the arse you dirty slut." Even having only cum some five or so minutes ago, Frank was going to cum again quickly. I could feel it in his motion and I wanted desperately to cum at the same time. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings his fucking was giving me. I started to pant and shake as my third orgasm of the day ripped through me. Perfectly, as I peaked Frank started to buck in a different rhythm. A rhythm that announced his imminent orgasm and then I felt his cock burst forth inside my arse and the warm rush of spunk inside me. He continued fucking me until every last drop was spent and then pulled out gently. I stood up, turned around and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," I said gently, "Thank you Frank." "Thank you," he said, "that was fantastic." "Have you ever fucked a girl in the bottom before?" I asked. "No! I've thought of it but never had the nerve to ask any of my girl friends." "Well Frank now you won't have to. I'm going to be your arse slut Frank. Whenever you want to fuck me you can. But only my bottom Frank. Only your father can have my pussy. Understood?" "God yes mum!" I can't wait, "Do you really mean it?" "Yes I mean it and I mean Whenever you want. Whatever I am doing, whatever the time of day you can have me. That will be the fun of it. I don't want you to ask. Just take me. If I'm in the kitchen, or cleaning the lounge or even in the garden, as long as we are private, I want you to just bend me over and fuck me. You and me are going to have such fun and in time I might even introduce you to other sexual habits of mine. Would you like that?" "Oh god yes mum!" he said, "I can't believe this. This is so great." I put my hand to his mouth to quiet him and said gently, "Now go and get cleaned up and dressed Frank. Our adventures are only just beginning", before I softly kissed him on the forehead and walked out of the room myself. I knew at that moment that I had crossed a boundary into a totally new sexual realm and one that I was looking forward to enjoying. * * * * * The Phantom likes feedback on his stories; it makes writing/publishing worth while. So please feel free to e-mail me and let me know what you think – good or bad! Tell me when you read my stories, where you read them and if you cum whilst reading them – 'cos that's why I write them! Above all enjoy my work, remember its fantasy and practice safe sex! My Wet Neighbour Ch. 9 (Final) This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein is based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, a law enforcement officer of the United Kingdom, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. * * * * * The very day after I had allowed by son to fuck me in the arse, I found myself calling on Anne. I just had to tell her what Frank and I had got up to and to tell her that I had promised Frank he could fuck me in my bottom any time he liked just as long as he did it WITHOUT asking. I thought the risk element of that would appeal to Anne's sense of fun. As soon as I arrived I started to tell my tale whilst Anne fixed us a drink. She showed me out onto her garden patio, where we sat and I finished my story in all its glorious, filthy detail. As I expected, and hoped, Anne was engrossed and thoroughly approving of my decision to let Frank fuck me, although she couldn't quite understand the fact that I wouldn't let him fuck my pussy on the grounds that that would be disloyal to my husband. Whilst it didn't surprise me that Anne started to masturbate as she listened to my adventure, It did surprise me that she was so cool about doing such a thing out of doors. There, in view of at least two other houses that overlooked her garden, she stood, brazenly pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles, sat back down and played with herself as I spoke. Her dark skin look just so beautiful in the morning sunshine, the pleasure of watching her enhanced by the site of her glistening pussy, as she worked herself up. I remember looking around and thinking just how easily someone could be watching her from another property. All right, it was mid-morning and most people would be at work but she couldn't possibly have been certain. I guess she just loved the thrill of such situations. Anne spread her legs further and moaned with pleasure as I recounted each stage of yesterday's adventure with Frank. As she did so, I couldn't resist rubbing myself too but I hadn't dared follow her lead in undressing at all. Not until she started to encourage me. "If you're enjoying telling me your story and watching me play with myself, which you obviously are, why don't you show me a little more?" she asked. "What out here! You must be joking. What if anyone is watching from one of those windows." I said looking at the neighbouring properties. "Well if they are they have already seen me and seen you happily sat in front of me, watching me masturbate. So what do you think they are thinking already." She replied with a logic that I hadn't really thought about. "Well yeah…erh…well, I suppose so. God, you don't think they are do you?" I said, suddenly worrying. "Calm down Mary. Of course it's possible but not really very likely is it. Is there anyone in at your house?" "No," I replied. "Well then, that only leaves one other house that overlooks my garden and they're probably at work and even if not, what is the chance that they spend their day watching me. People have better things to do, I assure you." Anne's sensible advice did the trick. I realised I was worrying unnecessarily and relaxed a little more. Enough, to pull my skirt-hem up and to open my legs to Anne's view. Then pulling my knickers to one side I too started to openly frig myself as I continued with my story and both Anne and I discussed how we might try new adventures together. As our chat got hornier and dirtier Anne suggested that we get a little more risky. "Listen," she said, "Since you've taken the chance to masturbate out here in my garden with me, why not go a little further." "What have you in mind?" I asked. "Well, we both agreed that the chance of anyone watching us right now is slight, but what if they were? What if a man or indeed a woman was watching our masturbation? What do you think they would be doing?" she said. "Bringing themselves off," I replied, "or phoning the cops!" I added, laughing. "…and what do you think they would want us to do?" Anne continued. I thought for a moment putting myself in the place of this virtual voyeur we were imagining. "I think they would want to see more." I said. "So why not please our imaginary friend?" Anne answered, then continued, "strip yourself off Mary!" "What totally? Out here?" I exclaimed. Anne, remaining totally cool, simply said gently, "Yes Mary, totally naked, right here and now!" I recognised Anne's tone and knew it was how she spoke when obliging me to do something. She was expecting my submissiveness and knew I couldn't refuse her. I stood from my chair and dropped my skirt to the floor, followed by my T-shirt, bra and then finally my panties. All the time imagining that we were indeed being spied on. Reality kept reminding me hat here I was, a grown woman, acting as a sexual submissive to my neighbour, performing on demand and yet I didn't care. I just loved Anne and everything we did together. I would go along with anything she wanted and she knew it. Before I could sit back down Anne said, "Right Mary, that's a good girl! Now I want you to remain standing, turn your back to the neighbouring property and touch your toes. You may spread your legs a little if it makes it easier, but make sure you keep them straight. I did as I was told, turning my back to face the neighbouring house and reached down to my toes. I was fairly agile and didn't need to open my legs to do so which obviously wasn't what Anne wanted. She said, rather sternly, "Don't be coy Mary! I think you know what I expected, so open your legs and make sure your pussy is on full view. I would remind you that our imaginary friend would wish to see everything you have, wouldn't he…or she." "Sorry." I said quietly as I spread my legs and continued to touch my toes. The feeling of public exposure was utterly fantastic. Alright, I knew it was really only Anne watching but the very thought that maybe, just maybe, a stranger was also seeing me made me start to just drip with juices. "Now that's better Mary! Now you will remain in that position and start to bring yourself off. I want to see your pussy spread wide and for you to orgasm as quickly as possible. Nothing gentle! Fast, furious and dirty is what I want to see. Anything less will not please me." I understood and didn't need to say anything. I was, at one and the same time, turned on by the situation and worried that I was doing such a thing outdoors but the thrill overcame my fear. I spread my pussy as wide as possible with my left hand and immediately bought my right hand into play. As instructed, I went to work on myself at full speed, determined to please Anne with a quick show. If truth were told, it wasn't going to take long for me to cum anyway, since the nature of my exposure was making me so horny. In no more than two or three minutes I was shouting obscenities, rather too loudly, and groaning with pleasure as I reached my peak. "I'm cumming, god, yes…I'm cumming Anne. Is this okay? Are you pleased with my show Anne? Oh yeah, oh yeah…fuck…fuck me ..yes, yeeesssss!" I was spent and went to sit down on the ground to rest myself when Anne spoke, "Remain standing Mary! If our imaginary 'friend' is watching they must be near to cumming themselves watching you being so dirty, but now you must send them over the edge Mary. Show them something they won't have seen before Mary. You know…" I knew exactly what Anne meant. She meant for me to pee and I was more than happy to accommodate her wishes. By now I had any and all inhibitions I may have harboured about outdoor sex. If anyone could see me, what the hell! I returned to my position of bending to touch my toes, with my legs straight and slightly apart. Then I let go a most fantastic stream of pee and pussy juice. It sprayed backward from me in a huge flow onto the patio. As it did so I couldn't resist rubbing myself and causing the flow to spray out around my hand, onto my legs and over my feet. Simply glorious! Anne obviously approved of my little show. As I looked backwards between my legs I could see her reaching her own, first orgasm as she frantically dug at her cunt with both hands. When she had finished, I stood straight and then returned to my chair. "How was that? Was I good?" I asked. "Your performance was excellent Mary, you were so dirty. I just love to watch you when you get so carried away. I think you have the makings of a great exhibitionist. I shall remember that for future adventures." She replied with a grin. "Now for act two!" "What do you want me to do now Anne?" I asked. "It not so much what I want you to do, it's what I want to do" She said. "and what's that?" "I want to fuck you Mary. I want to fuck you, out here in my garden and given you obvious enjoyment of Frank arse fucking you yesterday, I too shall fuck your arse!" "You'd do that out here!?" I exclaimed. "Oh yes," she purred, "now go inside to the kitchen and fetch my dildo. The strap-on one. You know where it is don't you?" "Yes, yes I know," I replied submissively and went to fetch the dildo. Anne kept it at the back of one of her kitchen cupboards. I remembered from a previous visit and the fact that it seemed an unusual place to keep sex toys. One always assumes they kept in bedrooms, I suppose. When I reached into the cupboard and pulled out the box of toys there were two dildos in it, both strap-on but very different in size. One was pinkish, around six inches long and not too wide. The other was black, much longer, maybe 9 or 10 inches and much, much wider. I was glad I had been sent in to fetch one rather than Anne getting it herself. For a proper fuck I may have been prepared to try the large one, but there was no way I was going to get that monster in my arse and no way I was going to let Anne try. I knew, when she got carried away, she could be a little rough and wasn't about to take the chance. I returned to the garden with the smaller dildo. As soon as Anne saw my selection she grinned, "playing it safe are we? Didn't you fancy the black one?" "Oh, no Anne, its too big for my…" I started to reply. Anne interrupted, "Okay, don't worry. I'll go with your selection for today, but don't think you'll escape my black monster forever. Now lean over the table for me, Mary." I walked over to the garden table and bent forward, just I had had done so for my son the previous day. Without being asked or instructed, I reached back and held my arse cheeks open for Anne who had already got the dildo on. She approached me slowly, spat on the dildo to lubricate it and then, after rubbing it up and down my arse crack a few times, positioned its head against my hole. Then she put her hands on my shoulders, as if to hold me down, and thrust her hips forward. As she did so the dildo sunk into me, easier than I imagined it would. Even though, I was glad I had chosen the smaller of the two. "Oh that's good! that's real good Mary, so smooth," Anne said as she started to fuck me bottom with steady, deep strokes. I was in heaven. The cool breeze all over my body, the thrill of outdoor nakedness and the dirtiness of being arse fucked by Anne. For her part she was obviously getting the same level of enjoyment from the situation and the fact that she clearly liked to dominate her lovers. Mary had been pumping into me for a couple of minutes. A couple of minutes of sheer pleasure when suddenly came a loud voice, "What the fuck is going on here?" It was the voice of a man and made me jump with shock. I immediately tried to stand but felt Anne respond to my movement by holding me down. I could just turn my head enough to see a man in his late thirties and coloured. "Hi love, didn't expect you home at this time." Anne replied coolly. The man was obviously her husband. By now I was in blind panic. Stretched over the table with Anne still slowly fucking my arse with her dildo whilst she started a calm conversation with her husband! I just couldn't believe it! "Obviously not," he said, "and who have we here?" he continued looking at me. "Isn't that Mary from next door?" "Yes it is, I didn't think you would recognise her from this angle." Anne replied. They were talking about me but not in anyway to me; like I was just an object lying on the table being fucked. I should have been cross but I found it, strangely, a turn on. I suppose it was the humiliating aspect of their attitude. Martin continued, "and what are you doing?" "What does it look like Marty! I'm fucking her backside. Mary here is one of my friends and I'm simply giving her what she enjoys." Anne said. "Is that so and when did you add Mary to your list darling?" Marty enquired. All this time Anne kept up her slow, rhythmic strokes of the dildo into my bottom. "Oh we've been friends for a few weeks now." She answered and at the same time started to fuck me harder, making me cry out. Martin, who was obviously aware of his wife's sexual activities, ignored my sounds and, finally directing the conversation to me, asked, "and do you like my wife fucking you Mary?" "Oh Yes!" I whimpered submissively as my body was thrust forward on the table with each stroke of the dildo inside me. He went on, "and what if my wife told you to stay in that position, whilst I replaced that toy in your arse with a real cock in your cunt?" Anne cut in, "Oh no dear, Mary is a good girl. She doesn't let any man but her husband fuck her pussy." she said mockingly. I thought it was a bit cruel but Anne was in her role of dominant and I knew when she was like that she could be quite harsh. She went, "But she really likes her arse being fucked so why don't you please her that way. I would love to watch." Again, I felt the humiliation of Anne offering me to Martin, as if I had no say in the matter. Of course I could have just got up and left, but she knew, as well as I did, that it was just that sort of treatment that I had come to find so exciting, so I said nothing. "That sounds like an excellent idea," Martin said, "do you want to finish with her first?" "No, no that's alright," Anne said pulling the dildo out of my arse and helping me to stand up. She then took my hand and led me indoors, still with the dildo on and bouncing in front of her. Martin followed us into the lounge and started to strip as soon as we were inside. I stood and watched has he revealed his gorgeous body and gasped as he dropped his shorts. His cock was much bigger than my husbands or Franks. It was nearly as big as Anne's monster dildo that I had so carefully avoided and now I was going to get a real live one that size in my arse! He spoke, "Kneel on the armchair Mary and make sure you get your bottom high in the air." I did as asked and knelt in the large armchair. Anne stood to one side and started to massage my tits whilst Martin positioned himself behind me. I felt his cock on my arse and as he tried to push it in but it just wouldn't go. I think I was too nervous and tight. "Anne, get some olive oil from the fridge and get Mary lubricated." He said. Anne went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of oil, which she proceeded to pour from onto my lower back so a stream of the oil ran down my arse crack and onto my pussy hair. Martin then rubbed it into me with his hand and then once again positioned his cock at the entrance to my bottom. This time he sank in more easily than I had expected but God, I could still feel just how big he was. I clung onto the chair and gritted my teeth in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Oh this is beautiful," he said, "real smooth and tight." "I know, isn't she just wonderful, but don't fuck her slow darling. Mary likes it quick and dirty just like me. So come on, lets see some effort. Fuck her hard!" Marty immediately responded by thrusting his cock deeper into me and started to pump in and out much quicker. At the same time he started to gently slap my arse cheeks. I cried out as the sensational feelings of lust, and risk and humiliation mixed together and rushed through my body. "Oh yes, oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me Marty, fuck my little arse hard, yeah, yeah, please fuck me," I begged. I felt myself starting to come and asked Anne to do something with my clit. She reached under my stomach and down between my legs and started to rub the olive oil into my pussy lips and over my clit. Then she started to pinch and rub and massaged my clitoris with the one hand whilst rubbing my tits, as best she could, with the other. "She's going to cum, darling, she's ready to cum." Anne called out. Marty responded by slapping my arse harder and going for what were obviously to be his last few thrusts before cumming himself. I cried out in orgasm and Anne shouted to her husband, "pull out darling, I want to see you cum on her. Cum on her face, please cum on her face." Marty hesitated for a moment, clearly wanting to cum inside me, but then pulled out of me sharply. Grabbing his cock in his hand he quickly ran round to the back of the chair and grabbing my hair held my head up. Immediately he started to spurt his load into my face and hair. Three or four good spurts and then the remaining, smaller shots, fell onto the floor round his feet. There was not as much as I had hoped or expected from such a large cock but nevertheless I was pretty well covered. As he came, Anne was busily bringing herself off as she watched. Then he did something that no one had ever done to me before. He put his hand on my face and spread his cum all over. Just like it was soap and he was washing my face. Nothing extraordinary, I grant you, but nevertheless I found it a real turn on and noted the fact that it was something I would get both my husband and Frank to do to me in future. It was a full hour latter that I eventually returned home. A full hour more of fantastic sex with Anne and Marty. Once home, I ran a bath, slipped into the warm water and took stock of my recent adventures. From meeting Anne who had by now become a close friend, being introduced to pee play, taking on a cleaner who was prepared to satisfy me on demand, my new friends, Claire and Lisa at the boutique, Anne's husband and last but by no means least, my own son Frank. I had come a long way in a few weeks and new my adventures had only just begun. I was fulfilled and happy – sheer bliss! The End * * * * * The Phantom likes feedback on his stories; it makes writing/publishing worth while. So please feel free to e-mail me and let me know what you think – good or bad! Tell me when you read my stories, where you read them and if you cum whilst reading them – 'cos that's why I write them! Above all enjoy my work, remember its fantasy and practice safe sex!