Heaven Next Door Pt. 02: Homecoming

"Now we need to get dried off so I can take you to bed," I murmured, leaning down to kiss her again. She moaned into my mouth, and our tongues danced again. Then I broke off the kiss and growled, "Oh, I guess I should have warned you. I love to lick pussy. I may need a half hour or so just to show you what I mean. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all!" she gasped.

We dried quickly after that, both in a hurry to get into bed and continue. If anything, it was even better for me this second time. I loved seeing Catherine's beautiful face, contorted with her obvious arousal. Her straining breasts and hard nipples looked fantastic as I ate her delicious, tangy pussy. And her pussy itself was a thing of beauty when I gazed at it. After she gasped and shook through her second orgasm, I planted a soft kiss on the smooth outer lips and looked up at her.

"It's beautiful, Catherine," I whispered.

"Wow," she panted. "You weren't kidding. You really do love—oh my fucking God!"

I wasn't done.

It turned out, though, that a half hour was too much to ask. After her third—and most intense—orgasm, Catherine's pussy was far too sensitive for me to keep licking and sucking it like that. I recognized the desperate, almost pained expression on her face and relented when she begged me to stop. "Please!" she gasped desperately. She sucked in three more rapid breaths and stammered, "I need—please—" she swallowed and panted some more, still struggling to catch her breath.

I looked at her beautiful little pussy, now spread wide open and soaking wet. It was practically begging, starving for hard cock. I nodded as I slid up onto my knees and brought the throbbing head of my dick between those welcoming pussy lips. "Yes!" she gasped.

Half of my length slid right into her this time. Then she moaned loudly as the fat head of my cock spread the deeper recesses of her tight pussy. It looked every bit as incredible as it felt when I looked down at my thick cock spreading her sweet little pussy wide open like that. Hell, everything about her looked incredible as I fucked her in the golden glow of the morning sun.

I couldn't help myself. "Thou art god," I murmured as I drove my cock balls-deep inside her.

Her eyes lit up. "Thou art god," she countered, wrapping her sexy legs around me and holding me in place.

In that amazing moment, I grokked that I had found my goddess next door. She eagerly welcomed my offering as my cock swelled and pulsed deep inside her, bathing the depths of her with fresh, hot cum. "Oh, yesss!" she hissed, shuddering all over as my orgasm triggered another one for her.

When we finished shaking and moaning through that magnificent shared moment, she pushed me onto my back and eagerly took my sloppy cock into her mouth. By the time she was finished lapping up every bit of my sperm she could find, my entire glistening length was standing up proudly. She laughed softly and played with it as she looked up at my face.

"Damn, you are amazing," she murmured, "but we need to take a break now. Your mother usually gets up about this time, and you should fix her something nice for breakfast. We don't want her getting suspicious." A drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip of my cock, and she licked it up hungrily. "Don't worry," she assured me, "I'll come over to visit in a half-hour or so, and I'll have a project for you to help me with. You wouldn't mind coming over to help me, would you?"

"I would love to," I replied.

I really wanted to fuck her again, but she playfully fought me off and sent me on my way.

* * *

As I walked home I reflected that she was right, of course. If my mother got up and I hadn't returned until Catherine and I had exhausted ourselves, she would have figured it out immediately.

I let myself in quietly and made my way to the kitchen. I made pancake batter and set it aside, then turned on the skillet and scrambled some eggs. I added a bit of nutmeg to the eggs, the way Mom likes. After the eggs started cooking, I got out a potato and started grating it for hash browns. Mom came out, sniffing the air appreciatively before the eggs were even finished.

I smiled and leaned over to give her a smooch on the cheek. She turned her head and turned it into a kiss on the lips, which I did not expect. I turned my attention back to the stove and flipped the eggs, and Mom hugged me from behind. After that intimate time with my sexy, mature neighbor, it made me uncomfortable to feel my mother's breasts pressed against my back like that.

"I didn't know if you would want coffee, juice or milk with your breakfast," I said, "What are you in the mood for? I'm making hash browns and pancakes to go with the eggs."

"Mmm, I think I'd like some quality time with a handsome young man," she purred, hugging me even tighter.

"Mom!" I groaned in protest, and she giggled. "I meant, do you want me to make you some coffee?"

She gave me a quick smooch on the cheek. "Actually, juice sounds good. I'll get that myself."

I was relieved when she released me, but Mom kept flirting with me until the doorbell rang. I answered the door, and of course it was Catherine.

"Good morning, neighbor!" I called out with a smile.

"Oh, Catherine! Come on in!" Mom called from the dining room table. "Would you like some breakfast?"

Catherine gave me a knowing grin. "None for me, thanks," she said. "I had a lovely breakfast earlier."

I started a fresh pot of coffee and smiled as I watched the two of them visiting at the dining room table. I had no idea they were friends until that morning. I joined them at the table, but refrained from joining in their conversation. Instead, I observed and listened. I was reminded once again just how single-minded my focus on Melissa had been.

It was obvious now, listening to them, that my mother and Catherine had been close for years. When I got up to fix three mugs of coffee, I heard them whispering and knew they were talking about me. I was shocked at my mother's bawdy way of describing me, until I realized they were messing with me.

"So, now do you see what I was talking about?" Mom whispered. "I told you he had turned into a real stud since he started college. I can only imagine what he's like in bed."

"Mmm. Tell me about it," Catherine murmured in reply. "Melissa's in for a real treat when she gets home."

"Do you think they've already done it?" Mom asked. "I think I heard him sneaking out of the house last night."

"Oh, that would explain it," Catherine murmured, nodding her head. "She was all over him this morning before she left for the airport."

I was blushing when I brought out the coffee, and the two of them looked at me and giggled. My eyes narrowed, and then I saw how amused they were. Mom had that deeply satisfied grin she always got when she pulled one over on me or my dad. "Ha-ha, very funny," I said dryly as I served them their coffee.

I sat and we sipped our coffee for a bit. Mom asked Catherine about the schedule at her school. I knew my mom would start setting up her classroom in two weeks. I was paying attention, it just wasn't that interesting. Then Catherine cleared her throat.

"Oh, I wondered if I could ask a favor," she said, looking at my mother. "I told you how I wanted to do some work on the house—especially Melissa's room—while she is away at her father's. Do you think I could borrow Greg to help me with some of that work? I didn't know if you had plans."

Mom gave a thoughtful little frown as she thought about it. Then she smiled and shook her head. "No," she sighed. "We hadn't made any plans." She turned to me. "Greg, would you mind helping Catherine?"

I was concerned I might look too eager, so I chewed my lip and tried to look thoughtful. Then I shrugged. "I'd be happy to help," I said. "I mean, it's not like I'm a carpenter or anything, but if I can help you I'm all yours."

I bit my lip, a little embarrassed by my choice of words there at the end. Mom and Catherine both read my uncomfortable expression and giggled again. I started getting hard, and didn't want my mom to see it.

"Let me go change into some work clothes and you can show me what you want—um, I mean, what you have in mind for me—that is to say, what you'd like me to do—agh! You can show me the project you have in mind!" I stammered.

Each time I had seen their eyes widen in amusement as I had realized the unintended innuendo in my words. Each time it just got worse, and they giggled harder. Mom and Catherine were in tears when I finally beat a hasty retreat to my bedroom. I'm sure my face was crimson with embarrassment, but it had secretly been fun for me. I knew I was going to fuck the hell out of Catherine all over her house for the next two weeks, and then she would be able to joke with my mom about it.

When I followed Catherine out our front door ten minutes later, my mother called out, "Have fun, you two!" She laughed when I turned to look at her and shook my head. As soon as we got into Catherine's house, we hurried upstairs so I could give her ass a nice, thorough fucking. It was even better in the daylight, for both of us.

* * *

Catherine did actually have a couple of home improvement projects, and I helped her with them. We replaced the crown molding and baseboards in a few rooms, including Melissa's bedroom. While we were working on it that first day, I finally got an explanation why they had swapped bedrooms.

"Melissa had this summer job," Catherine explained. "She had to get up and go to work early most days, and it meant I never got to sleep in. Every time she came downstairs she woke me up, and then she was walking right by my bedroom door to head out the front door. I started getting grumpy, especially when...oh."

She looked at my face a little uncomfortably. I smiled softly at her. "When she had a guy over?" I finished for her.

She nodded. "That was how I knew she'd be able to hear us if you kept...going like you were last night," she murmured.

"I see," I replied. I had to swallow, and couldn't help but imagine my sweet Melissa getting fucked hard in her bedroom while her mother listened in frustration. Then I smiled and shook my head. I'm so glad I was gone before that happened, I thought. If I had been here, I would have been watching through my binoculars and losing my mind.

It was one thing to know she was with someone as amazing as Quentin. Actually seeing her with some ordinary guy would have been too much to bear.

"Are you okay?" Catherine asked softly. I nodded and gave her a weak smile. "I'm sorry," she sighed. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"It's fine," I assured her, putting my hand lightly on her forearm. I sighed and then added, "In fact, it's better this way. If I didn't find out until Melissa let something slip, I probably would have overreacted. Maybe you should tell me who she was seeing, just so I don't overreact later."

I was still stunned when she named five different guys who had gone to our high school. Not one of them was anything special. I couldn't help but get upset, and I struggled not to let it show.

"I'm sorry," Catherine said softly when she saw my reaction. "I wasn't happy about it either. There may have been one or two other guys she snuck over, once we had swapped bedrooms." She shook her head. "When Melissa suggested swapping bedrooms so I could sleep in, I thought she was being thoughtful and considerate. It didn't occur to me that she just didn't want those guys to have to climb up to get in her bedroom window."

For just a moment, I imagined myself in my room with a sniper rifle, picking off those unsuitable bastards as they tried to make their way into Melissa's bedroom. It was silly and immature, but it put a grin on my face.

We ripped out the old crown molding and baseboards that day, and sanded and sealed the drywall in preparation for putting in the newer, much nicer crown molding she had picked out. It was a good stopping point for the day, since we had to let the new primer and patching compound dry completely.

We both had white dust in our hair by the time we were done, so a shower was definitely called for. It was still all I could do not to pinch myself when I watched her strip off her clothes in the bathroom.

"God, you are so sexy," I moaned.

The smile that lit up her face...wow. I felt like I was in the presence of a true goddess when I joined her in the shower. Since we were both really dirty, we spent several minutes carefully cleaning each other. It was a real sensual treat when she washed my hair for me, working her fingers through to massage my scalp as she made sure she got out all the little bits of debris.

It was a genuine pleasure to return the favor. I loved the way she moaned as I worked the shampoo through her hair and carefully cleaned it. By the time I finished scrubbing her back and she turned around, her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them. She leapt up into my arms and drove her tongue into my mouth. Then my hard cock pushed into her pussy and she gasped directly into my mouth.

I think we were both surprised that I was able to hold her up in the air and fuck her the way I did. She didn't feel heavy at all, but by the time I erupted inside her my arms were burning from the exertion. Catherine was still shivering several minutes after we had dried off, and I knew she wasn't cold. The way she looked at me made me feel incredible—like I was a superhero or something.

After that incredible shower, we headed next door and joined my mother for a late lunch. In retrospect, I think she knew what was happening right then. The way Catherine and I were looking at each other probably made it pretty obvious. I think Catherine realized it and tried to play it off.

"Oh, Dianne, I just had no idea how incredible your son has become," she gushed, giving my mother a crooked smile. She waited a long moment for my mother to bite her lip and shake her head before she added, "After we finish eating, you should come over and see all the work we got done today. Seriously, I thought it was going to take a week just to get this far."

Mom was impressed just from seeing all the old crown molding and baseboard strips we had pulled out. Those were in the big garbage bin in front of the house. I saw her expression then, and realized she had been all but certain I had been fucking Catherine. Now she doubted we would have actually had time. As we showed her each of the rooms we had worked in, she looked both relieved and disappointed.

That was a little disturbing for me. It made me realize that my mother had been turned on thinking about me having sex with Catherine. At the same time, I looked at all the progress we had made and was impressed. It was a lot more than I thought we could accomplish in four hours. Even adding in that extra hour we had spent having sex, it didn't seem like enough time for us to have gotten so much work done.

* * *

That night I was careful to be much quieter when I snuck out of the house. After my mother's comment at breakfast, I didn't want her to hear me again. Catherine greeted me at the front door, rather than having me climb up to her room from outside. As soon as I was inside and the front door was closed, she kissed me hungrily right in the living room. Then she stepped back, opened the bathrobe she wore and let it drop from her shoulders.

"What do you think?" she growled.

"Wow!" I gasped.

I had never before had the pleasure of seeing a woman clad in sexy lingerie. She wore full-length lacy stockings, held in place with a garter belt. Her pussy had been carefully shaved leaving just a tiny triangle of bush, which she had now shaped into a heart. The demi-bra she wore matched the garters, but it just cupped her breasts from beneath and put them on display for me.

"Catherine, you look just incredible," I breathed, after my eyes had roamed over her entire sexy body. "I can't believe I get to be with such a sexy woman."

"I have been so turned on, waiting for you to get here," she moaned. "All I could think about after I put this on was how easy it was going to be for you to just take me in this outfit, any way you want to."

"And how should I take you first?" I asked, taking off my clothes.

She bent over and knelt on the couch, wiggling her hips from side to side invitingly and letting me see her lubricated little pucker. "Oh, I think you know what my favorite is," she purred.

I loved the way her eyes widened when I stepped up behind her, and the sexy moan that came out of her throat when she felt my throbbing cock head spreading her asshole open. She took me easily, and I knew she'd been playing with herself while she was waiting for me. She was so worked up that she cried out and came as soon as I buried my full length inside her and she felt my balls pressed against her pussy.

She kept right on coming as I fucked her sexy ass right there on the couch, and again, as soon as I bent her over the armrest. She cried out in another loud orgasm when I flipped her onto her back on the floor and drove my cock back into her eager asshole. She held her legs up high into the air, and bit my shoulder to keep from screaming when she felt me coming inside her.

Catherine was unconcerned about ruining those stockings. When I pointed out all the cum flowing out of her freshly-fucked asshole and soaking into them, she just chuckled softly and kept moving up the stairs.

"Greg, I bought these stockings almost fifteen years ago. I've only worn them twice before tonight. This is what I always hoped would happen when I bought them, and now I'm finally putting them to use. They made me feel sexy when I put them on, and even sexier when I saw how you looked at me."

She turned to kiss me hungrily once again at the top of the stairs, and then took my hand to lead me into her bedroom. I chuckled to see the blinds were down and the curtains were closed.

"You didn't want to give me a show, huh?" I asked.

"Oh, no, it's exactly the opposite," she murmured into my mouth. "I want to have the lights on all night, so you can see everything." She chuckled when she felt my cock lurch against her in response. "Are you ready again already?"

I grinned and picked her up easily, setting her in the bed and spreading her legs wide so I could feast my eyes. I shook my head and muttered, "Damn," and then slid between her sexy, stocking-covered thighs. Then I was too busy sucking her incredible hard nipples to say anything else. Catherine made up for my silence as soon as my cock was thrusting in and out of her asshole once again.

"Oh my fucking God!" she cried out. "Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Fuck my ass, baby. Oh, it's so damn good!" She kept going like that for the next half hour, although she screamed less intelligible things when she was in the throes of orgasm. I knew she needed a break after that, and I kissed her gently all over her body while she recovered her breath. Then I retreated to the upstairs bathroom and cleaned my dick carefully.

She was ready by the time I returned, spreading her legs wide once again and moaning as I filled her pussy. I fucked her gently and kissed her often as I did. I was able to maintain that slow, steady pace even after I shuddered and filled her with a second load of fresh cum. She only stopped me when it started to drain out of her, and then she pushed me onto my back and sucked my cock while playing with her cum-filled pussy.

Finally, she retreated to the bathroom and hung up those cum-drenched stockings over the shower rod. She smiled at me lovingly from the bedroom doorway, and turned off the lights before joining me naked in the bed. We held each other and kissed some more before pulling the covers over us.

"Thanks, Greg," she murmured. "That was even better than I had dared to imagine."