The Good Neighbor

"Sure, honey. Ron is a good dancer, but save a dance for me," Helen replied. The music changed to a little more rhythmic beat, allowing us to move faster. This caused us to bump a little more often, not quite by accident, I admit. It was very pleasurable, but I felt I had to support Jenny by holding her close to me, since she seemed to be tiring. By the time the song ended, the dance and her fresh scent had given me a woody. As Jenny squeezed me at the end of the 3-minute dance, I was sure she must have noticed. I certainly noticed that her nipples had hardened as the fabric of her dress moved against her. She turned with one hand behind her back, pressing back to me as she faced Helen. Not so casually, I'm sure she brushed my hard on with that hidden hand before she moved away. "All yours, Mom. I've got to sit down. I've got him all warmed up for you."

She knew exactly how warmed up I was, but she hid it well. I moved to the couch and offered my hand to Helen. "May I have the pleasure with the other lady?" Her eye level was directly on my belt. What the hell, I thought. It's kind of a complement, isn't it? If her gaze seemed to linger there as I helped her up, little doubt was left when she looked at me, licked her lips, and leaned into me.

"Oops. You know I'm clumsy. You may have to hold me up," she said as she arose.

"I think I can manage that," I said, sweeping her to the dance area. The song changed again to a slow number with a background vocal by a sultry alto. Helen put her hands on the small of my back, so I did the same. We swayed to the sound. Only slightly taller than her daughter, Helen hummed softly and laid her head on my shoulder. She whispered, "Thanks for doing that for Jenny, and for me". She hung on like we had been dancing for years, easily moving with me within the limited area. Looking over at Jenny, I could see she had resumed her position on the love seat, fanning herself with a paper. It was no accident that her dress had slipped up even higher. In the flickering candlelight I could see she was returning my look with a sultry look of her own. Using eyes, lips, and body position, she exuded an aura of come-get-me that was not difficult to read.

"Was it only dancing that Jenny wanted to learn tonight?" I ventured.

"Let's see," Helen replied. We moved back to the seating area, facing Jenny.

"Was it only dancing that you wanted to learn tonight?" I repeated to Jenny. I was glad to be seated again. Casually moving my member to a more comfortable position, I realized there was not much to hide the bulge it made in my jeans.

"Actually, there is something else," said Jenny, sliding forward on her seat, and then paused. She glanced at Helen as if to get encouragement or permission. Apparently receiving assent, she looked back at me. Less than two feet separated us. Her dress had ridden up to the point beyond modesty, and she knew that I noticed. Her legs parted slightly, and I caught a glimpse of dark panties and squirmed a little. Helen moved even closer to me, placing her hand on my knee.

"Jenny and I thought this may be a good time for an education in another way, one that she has not been able to get from her teachers, her friends, or from me."

I was getting a little choked up with anticipation, not yet ready to admit that a fantasy might be coming true. "What can I do?" I asked.

"Well", said Jenny. "The dancing was fun. Can you tell me how guys like to kiss? I feel so clumsy at it, and haven't had any practice. I feel that you would know, being older...I mean experienced... I mean...well you know what I mean."

"I can't tell you, but I can show you. Stand up." Boldly go where no man has gone before ran through my mind. Putting my hands on her shoulders, I drew her close. "When you're ready, you move close, into an embrace like this," I said, sliding my hands down her back as she hugged my hips.

"Put your arms around me, lean you head back slightly, look me in the eyes, part your lips a little, and move in like this." I pulled her close, and kissed her gently on her lips. I could feel her kiss back. Holding that pose for a couple of seconds, she leaned in again pressing her stomach to mine and rubbing her erect nipples against my chest. We parted for just a moment before she pulled me back again. With more intensity we kissed again. All regard for our age difference forgotten, we were just a man and a woman expressing a mutual feeling in a kiss and a hug. I embraced her close, knowing it was useless to pretend I wasn't aroused. Then, taking a risk, I parted her lips with my tongue, probing deeper to find her tongue, which pressed back on mine. We frenched that way for several seconds, I suppose, before she drew breathlessly away. I felt like she needed support again, so I continued to hold her close.

"Oh my! Mom, you were right! He is a good kisser!" I wondered how Helen would know how good of a kisser I was, but I was lost in the moment. "Thanks, Ron." Her incredible smile, framed with those red tresses and pale complexion, gave her an angelic appearance, and doing nothing to diminish the tightness in my groin.

"Honey, seeing you in his hands is an incredible turn on for me. Of course I'm happy for you, knowing that you are too." This was turning out to be too good to be true, I thought. Could it get any better? "It's obvious, Ron, that you find it as pleasurable as Jenny," Helen said, looking at my obvious bulge.

"I'm impressed with your open attitude and freely admit that this evening has been as much of a pleasure for me as for either of you," I said. "Getting turned on is an added benefit, I guess."

The music changed again, so I ventured, "Jenny, would you like to dance again?"

"No thanks. I need to sit down, but maybe Mom does."

"Not now, dear," said Helen. I helped Jenny back down into her chair. Before I could back away, she held the back of my legs, seemingly reluctant to let me go. I looked down as she again touched the front of my pants, caressing that swollen area I could no longer hide. It was a move that seemed both innocent and calculating and it caught me by surprise.

"Actually," Jenny whispered, "there is something else we, I mean I, hoped you could do." As if on cue, Helen arose to stand close behind me. Smelling her perfume again and feeling that familiar heat, I anticipated her next move, which was to hug me from behind. There I was, between two incredibly lovely women, both of whom seemed as aroused as I. Things were progressing nicely in my fantasy, and I smiled.

"You see," continued Jenny, "Mom knows I'm a virgin, and I know I want to stay that way until I meet the man I want to marry. But a lot of my friends are talking about the sex they had with their boyfriends. I've only come close once, but at the last minute I said no. I wanted to, but I didn't, you know?" I nodded and she continued. "Mom said I could trust you. I can, right?"

"Of course, Jenny," I replied, wondering what she would ask next.

Her hand, still on my fly, began to move to rub the front of my pants. From behind, Helen gave me a squeeze, and her hands trailed lower toward my belt. Helen said, "I knew you would be so kind and understanding with us, Ron. Are you OK with this?"

"Yes, whatever this is," I whispered, scarcely believing my fortune.

"This is what," Jenny said. "I want to see you up close, and I want you to tell me what I should do. I want to know how to show someone I really care, without having actual sex."

"And I want you to show her, Ron," breathed Helen in my ear.

This was getting too much for me, so I decided to take the lead. "Alright, Jenny. Consider this an educational experience." I reached for my belt only to find Helen's hands had arrived first. She quickly unbuckled my belt, the snap, and tugged at the zipper. With the tension released, my fully engorged cock pushed out against my boxers, nearly released from its confinement. Helen's breath on my neck and the sight of Jenny before me with her eyes glued to the opening, gave me extra courage. "Wait," I said. "I want to see you first." Trying to maintain control, I said, "Jenny, you first."

I took her hand from my groin, lifting her up. I bent over, slid my hands under her dress, and easily slipped it over her head. She stood, fully exposed, and she smiled. "Slip off your panties," I ordered. As she lowered them down, she bent toward my now-open fly, her head coming close enough for me to feel her breath. Oh, yes, Mr. Dick wanted to come out and play for sure. Jenny stood again, now completely naked. Her glowing tanned body begged for a touch. I could see a patch of neatly trimmed red fuzz in that secret place under her navel. I caressed her breasts with both hands, gently tweaking the tiny nipples between my fingers and thumbs. She let out a soft moan and leaned toward me. It seemed so natural for us to kiss again, holding that pose for just a few seconds. Meanwhile, her hands were busy at my fly again, reaching in to grab my fully engorged member through my boxers.

Somewhat reluctantly, I turned to face Helen and said, "You too, beautiful." Without hesitation, she first slipped my shirt over my head, and then her own sweater went flying.

"Jenny and I are comfortable being naked together." Why was I not surprised? I glimpsed those full round breasts for the second time tonight, this time without feeling I was spying. Her slacks dropped just as quickly, revealing a narrow waist and a clean-shaven mound between full round hips. I could not stop myself from reaching to pull her close, bending to nuzzle my chin between her breasts. She grabbed my head and said, "See to Jenny first."

Again I turned to face the auburn beauty, quickly dropping my pants and boxers and kicking off my socks. "Well, that takes care of those uncomfortable clothes," I said. Jenny's eyes opened even wider. Reaching to grab me again, she put one hand on the shaft and the other cupped my balls below.

"It's so big!" Jenny whispered. A musky scent permeated the air between us. Helen's hands were on my shoulders, as she pressed close behind me. Nipples as hard as pencil erasers poked into my back, seeming to press me forward toward Jenny. Again, I was sandwiched between two erotic women, all of us as aroused as we had ever been. I made the next move.

"Sit, Jenny," I commanded. She did. I lowered myself to my knees, spread her legs and moved closer. "You look so pretty like this, I can't help myself. I want you to show you how to pleasure a man, as you requested. But first, I need to know you are fully ready."

"Oh Ron, I'm so ready. I'm wet just thinking about it," replied Jenny, her eyes wide.

"I'll be the judge of that," I said reaching to her furry cleft. "Oh, yes, you are wet there," I said as I caressed the outside. She spread even more, allowing me deeper access. I teased with fingers, lightly brushing, probing gently, and twisting them just inside. Probing slightly deeper, I touched her clit, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Jenny. Kissing her gently again, I slid lower, dragging my lips over her breasts, licking the nipples, and gently tugging them with my teeth. A moan and her hand on my head encouraged me lower. As I slid to the floor, my lips crossed her stomach and kissed the furry patch. I felt the heat emanating from within her, and tasted the wetness she produced. My lips kissed while my hands parted her lower lips. Flicking my tongue out, I probed and licked my way inside. At first slowly, then with increasing vigor, I worked with lips, tongue and fingers to bring Jenny to the brink of orgasm. Her hands on my head and shoulders pulled me closer, encouraging me deeper. Alternating flicks and stabs, my tongue darted in and out like a little flexible cock. Suddenly, she clenched, shuddered, and closed her thighs on my head. Arching her back and thrusting her pussy at my face, she cried out. "Oh my god! I'm cumming! Oh, my. Oh my. Ooooh, wow!" The wetness increased as I lapped it up.

Spreading her thighs to release my head from their grip, I looked up, and smiled to see her grinning as well. "Jeeze, Ron. That was intense. What a great tongue you have!"

"Glad you liked it. It was good for me too," I said adjusting my position. Helen had not moved very far away, still curled close to us. Her hand was between her own legs, obviously aroused, as well. "Now, there's something you can do for me," I said as I stood facing Jenny. She knew what I wanted. Reaching for my shaft, she pulled me closer. Gripping it with her small hands, she stroked it and gently rubbed the knob at the tip. "Use your mouth," I said. She leaned forward, taking the tip into her mouth. She used her tongue on the underside, licking around and pressing the slit.

"I don't know if I can take it all," she said.

"That's OK. Just take it easy. Relax your throat. Take it slowly," I instructed.

As pre-cum began to ooze from it, she opened her mouth wider pulling me deeper inside. She continued to rotate her tongue on the shaft as she took me inside even deeper. Pulling out, she applied easy suction until it slid out with a wet pop. Continuing to stroke with one hand, she sucked it in again, pulling and pushing. Her head bobbed back and forth as I held her hair. Each time she took it deeper.

"That's it, Jenny. It feels so good. You are doing just great." She continued to suck and pump me with her fingers. She looked up with her mouth full of my cock. I smiled down as she renewed her efforts. I did not take long before I felt the tightening inside, the beginning of a great cum. I did not move until I felt the build-up begin, and then, by reflex, began to move my hips to meet her head thrusts.

"Jenny, if you keep that up, I'm going to cum inside that pretty mouth," I said.

"Is that what you want?" she asked.

"I would like that very much," I whispered. Without comment, she proceeded to renew her ministrations on my cock. Not needing much more stimulation, I felt the eruption coming. "Oh, yes. Here it comes!" She stroked harder and pulled me deeper inside with her suction. As I pushed for the final time, my cum erupted in heavy spurts. The first hit her deep in the back of the throat. She swallowed and pulled me out so that the next powerful ejaculations landed on her lips and her cheeks, and dripped to her breasts. I held her hand with mine pumping out the last of the white jism, as she licked it from the tip. Releasing me, my knees buckled, and I sank to the floor.

Jenny licked her lips and, with her fingers, wiped the drops from her cheeks and smeared the drips over the erect nipples on her perky breasts. "Wow, Ron. There was so much!"

"You brought it out, Jenny. I don't think you need any lessons in cock sucking. That was just perfect."

As I lay sprawled on the floor between Jenny's legs, Helen approached. "I hope that there is another lesson like that for me", she purred. As her breasts hung over my face, I reached up to fondle them, bringing them closer so I could nuzzle between them. "I'm so worked up watching that, I've already cum twice!"

On her knees beside me, she lowered her head toward my still-rigid cock, dragging those magnificent breasts over my stomach. We eased into a sixty-nine with her on top. She straddled my head, as I reached up to see that shaven pussy glistening with moisture. The scent was similar but different than Jenny's. Taking my cock inside her mouth, she began to administer suction. That was enough to cause a resurgence, bringing it to full rigidity again.

"Hmmm. Tastes salty," she said. My head lifted to reach her honey pot, and I again used my tongue as best I could. She rocked on my face as I alternately licked and sucked her. She had a knack for cock sucking too, because I could feel that old tingling coming on again.

"Wait," I said, pushing her up. "I want to fuck that pussy."

"Let me do the work," she directed. "Lay back."

I did, and she straddled my hips with her thighs, positioning herself over my fully renewed cock. Slowly she lowered, impaling herself as she guided me into her. In a moment, she had taken me fully inside.

"Oh, god, that feels so good," she said, as I was thinking the same thing. I reached up to caress her breasts as they dangled above my face. She looked down. As our eyes met, we each recognized the pure lust in each other's gaze, not wanting to hold back.

Helen lifted slightly, until only the tip of me was inside. Then she let herself down again to take all of me. It was a tight fit and I could feel the hot wetness inside. She picked up the rhythm, pushing down on my shoulders as she raised her hips. I met each move with a thrust of my own. After Jenny's superb blowjob, the edge was taken off a bit, and I could relax and enjoy this fantastic fuck. I glanced over at Jenny, who had gotten a towel and returned to her chair. As our eyes met, she blew me a kiss. As sexy as she looked, I turned back to Helen, who was humping with increasing intensity. She glowed in the candlelight with a sheen of perspiration as she pushed to get all of me inside again and again.

As the rhythm increased, Helen tossed her head back, bit her lip, and sighed "Oh, Ron. I want you to cum in me as I cum on you." Breathing harder, she tensed and said, "I can't wait. I'm cumming now!" I pushed myself as deep as I could, feeling her squeeze me on the inside, her juices lubricating my cock. I could not hold back any more, and let loose with a pulsing flood of my own, squirting my cum deep inside her. "I can feel it. Yes, give it to me! Oh, yes!" She arched her back and used those strong internal muscles to squeeze the last of my juice from me. She collapsed on me. We were both drained.

"That felt so wonderful, I can't wait to do it again," Helen said. As she rolled off me onto her back, I reached for her dripping pussy, easily slipping in two fingers. A combination of my juices and hers coated my fingers and cock. The scent of sex was strong in the air. I pressed in one more finger and twisted them, feeling the swollen clit.

"You're still hot, aren't you?"

"Oh yes. I didn't think I could cum so many times, but I don't want to stop," Helen replied. I continued to finger her hot, wet hole as her eyes drifted closed. Jenny moved closer, obviously still aroused as well. Using the towel, she carefully wiped the juices from my deflating member. Her hand drifted back to her own pussy, as I finger-fucked Helen.

Within seconds, Helen was writhing, saying "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" She drenched my hand with her juices. As the orgasm subsided, we lay together and watched Jenny satisfy herself.

Fingers rapidly moving in a circular motion on her clit, she was watching me. I leaned over to cup her breasts. I kissed first one nipple, then the other, using my teeth to gently nibble each one. Then I sucked and licked each one, tasting the residue of my own cum she had placed there before. "Mmmmm, that feels so nice. I'm going to cum again...right...now!" As her fingers pressed her hidden button, she sighed, "Ohhhhh! Ooooo! Ahhhhhhh!" I reached for her hand, covering it with my own, pressing my fingers between hers, feeling the warmth and wetness emanating from within her.

"Wow. This has been quite a party," I said, looking at the two naked beauties still within my reach. I was caressing Jenny's hand over her pussy as I cupped her mother's left tit with my other hand.

Helen raised herself onto one elbow and said, "I don't know about you, but I could use a shower. Want to join me?"

"Sure," I replied.

We arose together, staying close, still touching with fingers, breasts and buttocks until we separated, moving toward the bathroom. Jenny seemed to be moving fine without crutches, and I didn't mind holding her around the waist, just to make sure. It was a huge room, with an elevated oversized tub, double sink, and toilet. One whole corner was devoted to a glass-walled enclosure for the shower. Inside, I could see at least six spray nozzles, some overhead and some chest-high. One multi-function lever controlled the water pressure, temperature, and spray heads. "I think you'll like this shower," said Helen, as she proceeded ahead of me into the room. Jenny followed, gathering towels from a shelf nearby. Obviously, she intended to join us.