The House Next Door Ch. 02

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This story is a work of fiction. The characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental . . .

An erotic fantasy from the pen of BarondeSade for the entertainment of literotica readers . . .

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The House Next Door

A Startling Revelation

"Oh, God, what am I going to do?" Billy asked himself, cringing back against the door.

Shock and fear spasmed through his numb brain!

"It can't be all that bad, Honey," Candy smiled, uncoiling her long legs and slowly rolling off the bed. "I'll take care of it for you. You wait here . . ."

"What? What are you going to do?" he asked, unable to keep his eyes off Candy's monstrous tits even now as she came walking toward him.

He was sick, he told himself! Having just finished twice, in the direst predicament of his whole life, and all he could think about was—Tits! But not just any tits, he sickly rationalized! They were, after all, the biggest, prettiest pair of tits he had ever seen.

"I'll just go out there and divert them into the back yard or something so you can sneak out," she laughed, tickling her fingers over his limp, dangling penis. "Then, maybe, when they get back home tonight, you can come back over and . . ."

"You mean that they're—oh, my God—that's right—they must be members—and today is . . ." he gasped, his face turning even chalkier white.

"I'm afraid so," Candy murmured, leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek. "They are members and today is National Nude and Swapfest Day . . ."

"I can't believe this," he moaned, watching Candy slowly open the door and peek out.

Even then, he couldn't keep his eyes off her perfect, round ass . . .

"Just a second," she whispered. "I'll bring your clothes to you. Wouldn't do my reputation any good to have a good looking stud running out of my house buck-ass naked . . ."

"I don't think so either," Billy muttered, stepping back as she smiled and slipped out through the doorway.

Pushing the door closed behind her, he waited for what seemed like hours before the door finally creaked opened just a crack and a hand snaked inside holding his pants and shirt.

"Thanks," he muttered through the crack, grabbing his clothes as the hand slipped back out and disappeared when the door closed again.

His hands were shaking so badly from the adrenaline rush he had felt when he saw his mother, he was having a difficult time fumbling around getting his shirt and pants back on. That had been so close, he fretfully told himself. If he hadn't stopped to look, he would probably have blundered right into his parents. His naked parents, he angrily told himself. What were they doing over here anyway? His parents at a "SWAPFEST"! That could only mean one thing, he raged! How could they do this to him?

Fuming, he stumbled around the room, hopping on one foot for the longest time before he finally got his pants on.

Trying to calm himself down, he ran his fingers through his short, sweaty hair and stepped back over to the door. Taking a deep, jerky breath, he reached for the doorknob and fearfully turned it.

He felt like a fugitive in some cheap B movie as he slowly inched the door open a tiny bit and peeked outside. As he did, he was shocked down to his numb toes as he saw the couple coming across the living room toward him.

It was his mother . . . his mother and some guy that he'd never seen before. And it was obvious what the guy had on his mind by his big, hard dick. And apparently it was the same thing his mother had on her mind, too as she had her hand curled around the big dick.

He couldn't believe it was really happening. This man who he'd never seen before and didn't know from Adam was going to fuck his mother! She was going to let this man fuck her! Billy was in a silent rage as he watched the two of them stop at the door for a moment. Mouths open, her tongue flashing in and out of his mouth, she thrust herself against him, grinding her big, beautiful tits against his tanned, muscular chest while she pulled and tugged on his penis. Then they breathlessly broke the passionate kiss before pushing the door open and disappearing inside the room, closing the door behind them.

Fiery, uncontrollable emotions swirled through his numbed mind. Betrayal—Anger—Jealousy—Envy—Hopelessness—Love—Hate—they all intermingled in a chaotic whirl, twisting and spiraling through his brain leaving him reeling and dizzy!

Billy was in a raging fog of confusion and hurt as he swept his eyes around the room looking for his father. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Candy frantically waving her hands back and forth and pointing to the front door. He could see her lips pursing, telling him to go as she anxiously pointed to the door, making her giant tits flounce about wildly.

Tits, he growled to himself. Get your fucking mind off the tits and get the hell out of here before you get caught. Jerking the door open, he slipped out, and then with one last angry glance at the closed door that hid his mother and her newly acquired pompadour from his view, he darted down the foyer and out through the front door.

Pausing for just a moment to reconnoiter the situation, he turned and made a mad dash across the lawn between their houses. Rushing up to his front door, he threw it open and staggered inside. Slamming the door closed behind him, he leaned back against it, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath . . .

Was all this really happening, he groggily asked himself? Or was this just a wild figment of his sex-crazed, fevered brain? His mother and another man? Alone in a room—alone and fucking! His mother—his mother was letting a man he didn't even know fuck her! Letting him do to her just what Billy had just done to Candy! His mother—fucking another man—and his father not even caring? It was all too crazy to comprehend! Or was his father in another room, fucking another woman, at this very moment, even as Billy deliriously tried to make sense of it all. But there was no sense to be made of it! It was just too insane . . .

But what could he do? It was their life! He was just a part of it, he sarcastically thought—just like the nudist group and the swap club! Just a part of their life . . .

Stumbling into the kitchen, he threw open the fridge and grabbed out a beer. Twisting the cap off, he brought it up to his lips and downed the whole bottle in one long, angry, thirsty gulp. But it wasn't enough . . . he needed something stronger to quiet the fury that raged unchecked down inside him.

He couldn't explain it, but it felt like his mother had just kicked him in the groin . . . then as he lay on the ground writhing in helpless pain she dug the sharp heel of her high heel into his cock and ground it around just to watch him grovel! It was like being disowned by your own parents! They had taught him right from wrong, guided him through life's turns and twists and then just when he thought he had it all figured out, they shoved him in front of an onrushing locomotive.

The image was so vivid, Billy could actually see them standing on the depot platform, laughing and pointing at him as the onrushing locomotive hurtled toward him preparing to snuff out his short life with one fatal, horrific blow! Then he saw his mother reach down and rip her skirt off, flaunting the one thing that he would never be able to have. The one thing he could never have . . . but the one thing she would gladly forfeit it to any other Tom, Dick, or Harry that wanted it . . .

Breaking out in a cold sweat, he lurched across the room to the bar. Need something stronger to quiet his jangled nerves, he mumbled to himself, searching through the bottles. Bourbon, that ought to do it, he told himself, grabbing the bottle and twisting the cap off.

Tipping up the bottle, he let the liquor spill out into his mouth. The stinging bite of the alcohol tore at him as it blistered down his throat while half the drink dribbled down his chin and splashed onto his shirt.

"Damn them anyway!" he snarled, trying to catch his breath from the searing heat of the first swallow. "What right do they have to treat me like this . . ."

To Billy, it felt like the whole shocking thing was directed directly at him. They did it just to humiliate and disgrace him! But how could that be, he finally asked himself after the third drink? They didn't even know . . . they hadn't even known he was there . . . had they . . . so how could it all be directed at him?

They didn't even know he'd been there and seen them, he told himself, twisting the cap back on the liquor and shakily setting it back on the bar. What to do now, he wondered as the alcohol finally began to soften the fuming rage filling his head . . .

Pulling another cold beer out of the bar fridge, he slowly padded across the living room and stopped by the window that looked out over Candy's house. He was so steeped in thought, he didn't know how long he stood gazing out at the house next door as dusk crept across it. What was happening inside it, he angrily wondered as he tried to sort out all the chaotic thoughts swirling around inside his fevered brain?

As darkness stole across the house, Billy saw the front door of Candy's house open. In the blink of light that spilled out onto the porch, a couple came strolling out hand in hand. As the door closed behind them, he watched them in the dim glow of the porch light. He could barely make out any of their facial features, but he knew who they were as they started across the lawn between their two houses. He knew that it was his parents. And knowing that he couldn't face them at the moment, Billy hurried over to the back door and slipped out through it. Sliding it closed behind him, he crept over to the back gate and peered over it, still watching Candy's house.

The music had stopped, there were no splashes coming from the pool, and there were only a few lights on inside the house. Was the Nude Day party over, he wondered, reaching down and easing the gate open? Doing his best impersonation of a spy, Billy slunk down the side of his house and out across the lawns that separated the two houses. Slinking up to the door, he was just preparing to ring the bell when the door came swinging open.

"Oops," a man muttered, jumping back as Billy stood looking at him with a surprised, sheepish grin on his face.

"Billy," Candy said, once again dressed in her little, pink satin gown as she stood behind the man and woman,

Her recognition of Billy let the man know that she knew Billy and that he posed no threat to them or her as the shocked look on the man's face changed to a grin.

"Uh, hi there, young man," the man smiled knowingly, stepping out around the Billy, tugging the woman along behind him. "Come on, Matilda, let's get going. I'm sure they have things to do . . ."

"A little nightcap, Candy," the woman snickered as she clopped down the sidewalk beside her date.

"Perhaps . . ." Candy laughed, waving at the couple as they departed.

"Uh, you said, I thought, what you said earlier about . . . about tonight," he mumbled hesitantly.

"Perfect timing," she smiled, stepping back to let him inside. "That was the last couple."

Stepping inside, Billy looked around expecting to find the usual post-party mess, but the place was spotless.

"Everyone cleans up after themselves," Candy said, as if reading his mind. "Makes it easy on me and then I don't mind when someone suggests my house for the next party."

"Unh-huh," Billy mumbled, watching Candy close the front door, lock it and flick off the porch light.

"So," Candy said, smiling and untying the pink satin belt from around her waist. "What brings you back to see old Candy?"

"Uh, you said, uh," he mumbled, watching the pink gown go slithering down to reveal the gorgeous body underneath it. "Tonight, uh . . ."

"I'm just teasing," she snickered, reaching down and sweeping up her gown as her giant tits dangled down under her, floundering about heavily.

"Oh," Billy said, feeling like that ten-year-old buffoon once again.

"Uh, bourbon and water?" Candy grinned, leaning over and taking a sniff at his damp shirt.

"It's that obvious?" he asked, taking in a big sniff himself.

"Fraid so, dear," she laughed softly.

"Uh, yeah, uh, bourbon and water is good, thanks," he muttered, watching the delightful swish of her bare ass as she turned and sauntered over to the bar, seductively switching it from side to side as she did.

"So did you get your brain around your parents being over here this afternoon?" she asked him, twisting the top off the bourbon bottle.

"No, I don't think so . . ." he said, slowly shuffling over to the bar where she stood pouring the bourbon into two glasses. "It was such a shock . . . you know, seeing my mother like that—my mother—my mother with another guy like that!"

"So," Candy smirked, dropping ice cubes into the bourbon, "would it change the way you thought it all . . . if I were a mother, too?"

"Huh—what do you—I mean—you mean—you're a . . ." Billy stammered, blushing brightly as he watched her big jugs dance and wriggle when she pushed his drink across the bar to him.

The fact that it was his mother who had been unfaithful was paramount in his mind, but Candy's insinuation did cause some concern.

"I'm just asking you if it would have made any difference this afternoon if you'd known I was a mother," she smiled smugly. "I didn't think so—I've found that most cocks have very little conscience, and even less remorse about the source of their pleasure. And I'm sure that your parents have their reasons for doing what they're doing. And they don't have to ask for your permission to do what they want . . . as cold as that seems."

"But I—they—why would they—I thought they were happy," Billy mumbled, still unable to keep his eyes off her jiggling breasts as she took a sip off her drink.

"Well," she laughed softly, setting her drink down on the bar and slowly stepping around it to where he sat, "if you're that interested—not that I'm recommending it—but ask them—ask them why they're doing it! But be prepared! The answer you get might not be the one you're expecting . . ."

"Ask them?" Billy mumbled, sitting on the barstool with a blank look on his face as she stepped up and reached down into his lap.

"But I'm sure you didn't come back over here just to talk about your parents," she murmured, plucking open the button on his short pants and spreading them open. "Did you . . ."

"Uh, no, uh, not really," he said, a grin finally forming on his lips as she dug her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulled them down off half-hard cock.

"Well, looks like there's a little life left in the old fellow, after all," she smiled, slowly easing down onto her knees and leaning toward him.

"Uh, yeah, I guess . . ." he muttered as he felt her hot lips close down around the head of his half-hard cock.

Staring down at her blond hair, he could feel the energy trying to flow back into his cock as she greedily slurped and sucked on his penis.

There wasn't a modest bone in her body, he thought to himself. Was this the way his mother was, too, when he wasn't around? Was she just as wild and crazy as Candy? He couldn't believe that she was, but after what he had witnessed this afternoon, it made him wonder.

There had certainly been nothing shy or demure about the way she had kissed the man. Mouth open, tongue flashing in and out of his mouth, thrusting herself against him, all while she was pulling and tugging on his dick . . .

Suddenly, he felt Candy's mouth lift off his penis.

"Uh, what are you thinking about?" she asked him, running her tongue over her spit-covered lips.

"Uh, nothing, nothing, why?" he grumbled, seeing that his cock was still only half-hard.

"Well, if we're going to get anything done tonight," she smiled suggestively, slowly twirling her tongue around the head of his cock, "I'm going to need a little cooperation on your part.'

"Sorry—my mom—can't get her—get her outta my head!" he apologetically mumbled.

"Well, if you can't get her out of your pretty little head," she said with a wicked smile on her full, red lips. "Pretend I'm your mom and fuck the hell out of me . . ."

Fuck his mother! God, he groaned to himself as the thought of fucking her spasmed through his fevered brain. As it did, something snapped inside his head and sent it reeling . . .

"Yeah, that's the idea," Candy giggled, feeling his cock lurch in her hand and immediately begin to swell and harden. "Candy's gonna let her little baby boy fuck her! Let her baby boy fuck his mother!"

Fuck his mother! Fuck his mother, Billy muttered to himself. Oh, he'd had evil thoughts about her, but he'd never let them go that far. Just wanting to see her naked—that had been just about the extent of his fantasizing! But fucking her? Fucking the most beautiful woman in the world! His mind was in chaos as he let himself go and envisioned what it would be like to fuck her! Fuck his mother! Fuck the most beautiful woman in the world! The one he loved most in the whole wide world!

"Yes, Baby, yes," Candy murmured, her mouth and tongue all over his rock-hard staff, kissing, licking, sucking, lapping away at it as it grew harder and harder. "Let her baby boy fuck his mother . . ."

Suddenly, Billy found himself staring up at his beautiful mother as she stood before him, arms extended, reaching down for his hands. Letting himself be pulled to his feet, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. Their bodies crushed together, their mouths meeting in a fiery, passionate kiss, Billy was rocked all the way down to his curled toes as his mother struggled with his shirt.

Then they broke the frantic kiss as she pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Their mouths met again in another frenzied, passion-filled kiss. Reeling, Billy felt her hands pushing and clawing at his pants, shoving them down his powerful legs. Billy was in a befuddled daze, stepping out of his pants and watching his mother kick them aside.

"Come—come with your mother," he heard her whisper as she took his hand and led him across the room.

Strangely, the clack of her high heels on the hardwood floor jarred an obscure memory that he couldn't place with his mother. The memory was eerily associated with another woman, but he couldn't recall who.

But it didn't matter, he giddily told himself. He was going to fuck his mother! Fuck his beautiful mother as his frantic eyes were all over her body. Then, he was standing beside the bed looking down at her feverish anticipation.

Somehow, she seemed older . . . her beautiful, gravity-flattened breasts larger . . . but her blond hair was the same as it fanned out around her pretty face . . .

But in his testosterone-induced fog, he knew it was her! Staring down at her, he saw that her long legs were spread . . . her arms reaching up to him as she opened herself to him. The thick-lipped gash between her outstretched legs also seemed vaguely familiar, he dizzily thought as he feasted his eyes on it. But how could that be—he'd never seen the beautiful chalice before—had he? Blood was being pumped down into his steel-hard penis, robbing his brain and making him lightheaded. He couldn't think straight! This all seemed so familiar on the one hand, yet so bizarrely new and exciting on the other.

But none of that mattered now! He was about to take his mother and make her his. Fuck her and implant his seed deep in her fertile womb. Fuck her and drive the evil demons from her so that she would be his, and his alone. After this, he could never share her with any other man!