Norma Egan - The neighbor_s daughter

Vicky dressed in record lime and left. Rod opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. What could he say, after all?

June hadn't lost her voice. "Rod," she said grimly, "I'm afraid our marriage is over."

When Kent and Patty got home from their swimming lessons, they could tell that their parents had been arguing. June was pale and quiet, hardly talking to anyone, and Rod was sitting in the living room staring into space. The kids were curious to know what it was all about, but nobody told them.

After an almost silent dinner, Kent and Patty washed the dishes and then went upstairs to their rooms. June was on her way up, too, not wanting to be alone with Rod. As she reached the stairs, he called to her.

"June," he said, "I don't want to break up our family. I love you and the kids. All I can do is promise never to see Vicky again – I hope that's enough. Please, will you change your mind about the divorce?"

June looked at him sadly. She loved him, too, but she was still furious about his infidelity. Her body still ached for his lovemaking, but he had chosen to give it to Vicky instead. But she had to think of the children.

"I don't know, Rod," she said. "I'll think about it. But I want you to sleep in the spare room tonight. I need to be alone."

He nodded, and June went on up to their room. She felt exhausted. As she was undressing, she stared out the window at Vicky's house next door. She felt herself hating the girl with a passion.

"Bitch," she said, hissing the word.

As she was watching the house, Vicky's back porch light went on.

Kent had been waiting for that signal. Standing at the window of his bedroom, he felt like a million years passed before the light went on – the sign that Vicky's grandmother had gone to bed and it was okay for him to come over.

Quietly he opened the door of his room, looked out, and peered around. There was nobody in the hall. He hurried downstairs and out the back door. He hoped his parents and Patty would just assume that he'd gone to bed early.

Vicky was waiting for him on her back porch, and she led him inside. They went into her living room and Kent slipped his arms around her and starting kissing her and running his hands up and down her delectable little body.

"Oh, man," he sighed, "I could hardly wait to get over here, Vicky. I've been horny all day."

But Vicky didn't seem to be with it this evening. She allowed him to touch her, but she didn't respond or get excited. Finally she grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch and made him sit beside her.

"Kent," she said gloomily, "I have to talk to you about something."

Kent was disappointed – he was hoping to get laid, and soon. But he saw that Vicky was upset. "Sure," he said, "shoot."

"Well," she said, "you're not the only one I've been balling. I've also been getting it on with your father."

Kent gawked at her, then burst into laughter. Surely she must be joking. His father seemed ancient to him, far too old to attract a beautiful young grl like Vicky.

"You're putting me on," he said.

"No, I'm not," said Vicky a little angrily. "And for your information, smart ass, his cock is bigger than yours."

Oh, so that was it. Now Kent began to understand. His Dad was fully grown, a large powerful man, and he'd be better hung. A girl like Vicky would really appreciate something like that.

"Yeah?" he said warily. "So what? Are you saying you'd rather see him than me?"

Vicky shook her head. "No, Kent, I want both of you. But there's a problem with your father. You see, this afternoon while you were at the pool, we were balling at your house, in the living room – and your mother walked in and caught us."

"Oh, Christ," said Kent.

Now he understood why his parents weren't talking to each other, why they looked so miserable. He hoped they weren't going to get a divorce. He loved them both very much.

"Your mother called me a tramp," Vicky went on, "and told me never to come to your house again. So I can't be with Rod, and I can't come over to see you. She'll probably order you not to talk to me, too."

"Yeah," said Kent.

It looked bad, all right. He could understand why his mother was angry, but her anger might queer things with Vicky. He didn't think he'd survive if he couldn't see Vicky.

"So what we have to do," Vicky said, "is make your mother change her mind."

"Obviously," said Kent, "but how in hell can we do that?"

For the first time that evening, Vicky smiled.

"Well," she said, "I've been doing some thinking, and I have an idea that might just work. See, your mother has a hold over Rod and me because she caught us doing something wrong. Well, suppose we caught her doing something wrong. Suppose we caught her balling some other guy."

Kent nodded doubtfully. "Yeah, that'd work, but where are we gonna get the guy? And how can we be sure she'd ball him?"

Vicky ginned. "Why, Kent, there's a guy available right now that she loves very much, a guy who could do the job – you."

Kent blushed hotly.

Without knowing it, Vicky had touched on one of his most exciting erotic fantasies – making love to his mother. To Kent, his mother was the most beautiful and voluptuous woman alive, and he often jacked off while pretending that he was fucking her. He'd give anything to try it – but how would his mother react? She was so middle-class, so proper.

"Gee, Vicky, I dunno," he said. "I mean, I could try, but I doubt she'd go for it."

"She will, if you do it right," said Vicky. "There's a few tricks you have to use, things that will get a woman hot every time. At least they work with me. Here, I'll show you."

Vicky started taking off her clothes, and Kent quickly followed suit. He was excited by her plan, but his more immediate goal was to get laid. He'd been horny for her all day. He ogled her cute curvy body, her round jiggling tits with their soft pink nipples.

"Now lie down with me here, Kent," said Vicky, "and I'll show you what to do."

"Gladly," said Kent.

He stretched out beside her on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder. Her silky warm body rubbed against his, and he felt his cock getting hard for about the millionth time that day. He wanted to just jump on her and ball her, but he knew she'd be pissed. He tried to be patient.

"Now," said Vicky, "there's one place to touch a girl that will always get her hot. I don't know what it's called, but, man, it feels great to be touched there. Give me your hand and I'll show you."

Kent allowed her to guide his hand down her sleek tan body, over the fluffy forest of her muff. She took his finger and slipped it between the curly blonde muff lips, onto that funny little button of flesh hidden inside. She rubbed his finger back and forth over the slick little nub, then let go of him.

"Now you do it," she said.

Kent did his very best. Gently but steadily he ran his finger tip around and around the hot button of flesh, teasing and rimming it. Vicky sighed and opened her thighs, giving him more room to work. Very soon he felt his finger getting wet with her juices.

"Ummm," she murmured, "that's wonderful, Kent… Oh, yeah… Really nice."

Kent kept rubbing her wet hot little joy button. It occurred to him that if he got her hot enough, she'd forget she was just giving him a lesson and maybe let him fuck her. He tickled and teased her small silky clit till it stood erect and hot and tingling. Vicky moaned huskily and creamed all over his hand.

"Yeah, yeah," she gasped, "play with me, Kent… Ooooo, that's good."

Just when he thought he was getting someplace, however, she took his hand again and guided it lower between her legs, over her burning wet slit. She took his finger and eased it up her scorching-hot wet box. The searing flesh nipped at his fingertip.