Heaven Next Door Pt. 04: Melissa

"What's so funny?" Melissa asked.

"It's just weird," I replied, shaking my head as I reached for my shirt. "I just realized I've been naked or just wearing a towel for over a day. I've basically been walking around your house naked, or having my way with you, and both of our moms came over and were fine with it—happy about it, even. Now we're getting dressed to join them for dinner, and I feel like I should be getting dressed up in something nicer than just shorts and a t-shirt."

"Oh! Do you think we should get dressed up?" she asked.

"This is all I brought," I replied with a shrug.

"Well, I mean I could get dressed up, and you can change into something when we get to your house," she said.

I looked at her, standing next to the bed in just a skimpy pair of panties. I couldn't hide my lecherous grin.

"I think you look fabulous, just like that," I murmured.

She smiled again, and then I was holding her almost naked body in my arms once again and we were kissing. It was wonderful. Then she pushed me away and sucked in a gasp.

"Alright, that's enough," she joked. "You go home and dress up nice. I'll pick out something and meet you there."

I looked her over and licked my lips. She laughed and shook her head.

"Go!" she ordered. "If you don't get moving, I know you'll never let me get dressed. Trust me, this will be nice."

* * *

Sure enough, when I came downstairs from my room in a dress shirt, slacks and a tie, both of our mothers cooed and told me how handsome I looked. Dad just gave me a grin and shook his head. He was dressed just as sharply after work, but they hadn't made such a fuss over him. I made sure to sit next to my dad so they would notice how sharp both of us looked.

Melissa sat next to me in a pretty dress. She had taken a few minutes to make her hair look amazing. The dinner was delicious, but I cannot now recall what we ate. What I really remember about that meal was the way our parents treated us like we were their equals. It was five adults sharing a nice meal, and it was like we were one big happy family.

The other thing that really stood out to me was the way Melissa's mother stared at me hungrily. Melissa did not miss it. I evidently played it off well enough that she didn't see how turned on I was. She also failed to notice the signs of arousal that my own mother displayed while we ate. I glanced at my father and wondered how he could miss it. Then I saw his attention was completely on Catherine and Melissa. I don't think my dad was lusting after either of them; he seemed more interested in how they interacted with me.

We stayed another hour after we had eaten to help clean up and visit. That was when Melissa broached the subject of having her mother return home.

"Mom, I have loved this gift," she murmured, reaching over to give Catherine's hand a squeeze. "But to be honest, I miss you."

"Don't be silly," Catherine chided. "I'm right here next door. You know you can come over and visit if you really want to."

"It's just not the same," Melissa said, shaking her head. "It just doesn't feel like home without you there."

"Well, I don't know if I'd be completely comfortable," Catherine murmured, blushing slightly. "I don't know if I want to lie in my bed and listen to you two going at it all night."

That got an uncomfortable chuckle from my folks, and I bit my lip.

"Oh, Mom," Melissa laughed, "We can keep it quiet. It's not like you could hear us..." Mom, Catherine, and my dad all got the same wide-eyed, embarrassed look and carefully looked away in that moment. "Really?!?" Melissa gasped, "You could hear us all the way over here?"

"Afraid so, kiddo," my dad chuckled softly. "Not all the time, of course. But there were a few times..." He shrugged and smiled.

Mom and Catherine seemed much more embarrassed. However I recognized that thinking about it had them both turned on. Catherine carefully cleared her throat.

"I'll tell you what," she suggested. "You two enjoy tonight and tomorrow, and I'll come back over Monday morning."

Melissa shook her head, and looked a little guilty.

"Mom, your flowers...I haven't been taking care of them. I'm afraid they won't make it if you stay away another day."

My dad asked my mother a question, softly, and I turned to try to figure out what they were saying. It was clear that Melissa and her mother needed time to discuss Catherine's return. They continued to argue quietly while I joined my parents' discussion. We were trying to decide if I should clear out my bedroom so they could do something else with it after I returned to college.

That seemed reasonable to me—outside of the longer holidays when I would visit, that room would just be sitting vacant. I knew that had to bother my mother at least a little, reminding her that her baby boy had grown up and left the nest. I didn't even have that many clothes in my bedroom anymore. Most of the stuff I wore regularly was back in my dorm room, and it made sense to take the other clothes I wanted to wear with me. That would just leave a few things that I could box up and put into the closet, and then they could decide what they wanted to do with the furniture.

When I returned my attention to Melissa and Catherine, they seemed to have reached an agreement. We all stood up and I hugged my parents before I left. Catherine hugged me, but was careful about it. Her daughter was watching us closely.

"I'll see you two in the morning for breakfast," she said, smiling.

I held Melissa's hand as we walked back over to her house. We looked at each other and smiled.

"That was really nice," I said.

"Yes it was," Melissa replied, nodding. "It was so...different than I remember. Was it just me, or did it feel like we were already married—already one family?"

I squeezed her hand.

"It wasn't just you," I reassured her.

* * *

Melissa really enjoyed undressing me once we were alone in her bedroom again. She was still completely dressed when she unbuckled my pants and slid to her knees in front of me.

"Oh, I wanted to do this all night," she murmured.

Then she moaned and took me in her mouth. I stood and watched this gorgeous woman suck my dick, still wearing that nice dress. It was mind-boggling for me to watch her moan and slurp on my dick like that. For so many years I had admired this beautiful girl-next-door. She had always looked like some fairy-tale princess when she returned from one of those beauty contests in her gossamer little dresses.

I had never imagined her like this.

At first, I thought she just wanted to feel my dick in her mouth. I figured this was just a brief warm-up and then I would get to undress her and take her to bed. Melissa had other ideas. She wanted to feel me coming in her mouth, and she wanted a fresh load of hot cream for her dessert. Her hands slid up over my midsection as she looked up at me adoringly.

"God, you're so beautiful," I groaned.

Her eyes smiled up at me, but her mouth went after her "dessert" even more insistently. I bit my lip and moaned when I felt my cock swelling between her lips. She could feel it just as clearly, and locked her lips around the head of my cock.

"Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm!" she moaned happily as I fed her the treat she craved.

I shuddered all over and my legs felt weak afterwards. Melissa finally released me from her lips, and I sat down heavily on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you," I whispered. "That was incredible."

"Mmm," she moaned, swallowing the last of it, "It was my pleasure, believe me."

I could see her eyes flash, and she blushed slightly and bit her lip.

"What?" I asked.

She shook her head and got up, rather quickly. I stood and slid behind her so I could unzip her dress.

"What is it?" I asked again. "Come on, Melissa, you know you can tell me anything."

"It's not something I should say," she whispered.

I unzipped her dress and she leaned forward as it slid down her body. Already I could see that the only thing she was wearing beneath it was a pair of thigh-high nylon stockings. I carefully slid the dress down so that it puddled around her ankles, and then I knelt behind her and gave her asshole a long lick. She gasped.

"Really, Melissa?" I murmured. "I'm about to eat out your asshole in this bedroom—your mom's old bedroom—and then I'm going to fuck you in the ass. Is there rally something you can't tell me?"

She looked back over her shoulder at me and whimpered, "I couldn't help it, Greg. I had your big, beautiful dick in my mouth, and then you were feeding me all that delicious come...and I kept thinking, 'Mom would be so jealous right now.' That's just so wrong, isn't it?"

I had wiggled the tip of my tongue into her sensitive backdoor, but froze when she said "Mom." When she finished speaking, I pushed my tongue deeper before pulling it out. I gave her a slow nod before I said a word.

"Okay, Melissa, I understand why you didn't want to tell me that. I'm sorry I pushed you into it."

"Did I...did I disgust you?" she whispered.

"Oh, no, it's not that," I replied. "It's just that I'm going to have a tough time looking at your mom the same way now. I can understand why you wouldn't want me thinking about her that way." I shook my head and pushed my tongue back into her quivering butthole.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "I couldn't help it, Greg. When I saw the way she looked at you tonight...God! She wanted to eat you up."

I stopped pushing my tongue into her and pulled back again, leaving her panting and staring back at me.

"Damn, Melissa, you really shouldn't tease me like that," I muttered.

"I wasn't teasing," she insisted.

I pushed two fingers up into her drenched pussy, making her shudder again.

"Damn," I repeated. "You are serious, aren't you?" She bit her lip and nodded. "And it turns you on to think about it, doesn't it?" She slowly nodded again. "Is that...?" I started, but then I shook my head. Probably best not to ask, at the moment.

I drove my tongue back into Melissa's welcoming little asshole and pushed my fingers in and out of her pussy. She came almost instantly. After she came down from that impressive-looking orgasm, I gathered up our nice dress clothes and hung them up in the closet. She was waiting for me in the bed as soon as I turned around.

"You should get the lube out of the bathroom," she growled, turning over and pointing her sexy butt at me. "Mommy wants a nice butt-fucking."

Okay, I thought as I hurried into the bathroom. That answers that question. Clearly she's turned on thinking about me fucking her mother.

I waited until I had worked my full length into her horny asshole before I asked.

"Is this why you want your mother to come back?" I asked with my mouth right next to her ear. "Are you hoping there will be some mix-up, and then you'll walk in to find me fucking your mom in the ass?"

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out. "That's so messed up!"

Her asshole clutched me tightly as she shuddered and came. Messed up or not, the idea clearly lit a fire inside her. She came twice more as I fucked her ass in that bed, and the last one was while she was on her back. We could see each others' faces clearly and I knew it turned her on to think about me with her mother. I couldn't help but picture it myself, and then I was coming inside her.

Afterward, we turned off the lights and held each other as we caught our breath.

"Greg?" she finally murmured, in a near-whisper.

"Yes?" I replied, kissing her shoulder.

"I just wanted you to know, I wasn't really thinking about that—about you having sex with my mom—when I asked her to come home." She sighed and pushed her butt back against me again. "Oh, it's hot for me to think about now, but what I had been thinking was that we could live out some of those fantasies we talked about yesterday."

I had to think about it for a bit before I could recall what she meant.

"Oh, you mean about me sneaking over and climbing in your bedroom window?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "I was thinking about it last night, and again this morning right after I woke up. I thought about how I could go upstairs and lie down, with the lights out and my window open. Then you'd sneak in and take me. But...it just felt like it wouldn't be the same if Mom isn't here. You know? Like...there's no reason to be sneaky if we can't get caught."

"Ah," I muttered. I thought about it for a bit and nodded my head. "So, when your mom is here you really want to do that?"

She shivered in my arms deliciously.

"Oh, Greg, would you really do that for me?" she squeaked. "Oh, God. That would be so hot!"

My poor dick really was worn out at that point, but Melissa's pussy was soaked and needed some attention. I slid down between her thighs and held her legs wide open so I could enjoy my turn of feasting on her. She cried out very loudly the second time she came, and I couldn't help myself.

"Shh!" I hissed at her. "Your mother will hear us!"

She clamped her hand over her mouth, but I couldn't tell if she was trying to suppress a laugh or another orgasmic cry. I wound up falling asleep between her legs, with my cheek resting on the inside of her thigh.

* * *

In the morning, my eyes fluttered open to the glorious sight of Melissa's beautiful little pussy right in front of me. I moaned softly and gave those soft lips a gentle kiss. My eyes flickered up to her sleeping face when she moaned in response. I kept watching her as I slowly worked my tongue between her tangy folds and savored the taste of her. It was a perverse sort of turn-on for me to know that she wasn't awake but that I was making her this wet.

Her moans got more insistent, and then her thighs closed on my head. She wasn't applying enough pressure to make it painful, so I just kept eating her tasty and increasingly wet pussy. It was fun for me, really, to play that game. I was getting hard just watching her and savoring her juices. Then abruptly her eyes shot open, only she wasn't looking at me. She was looking over at the doorway.

I pulled my mouth from her and lifted my head so I could look over there. Catherine was standing in the doorway, blushing.

"Oh, good morning," I managed awkwardly.

"I—I'm sorry," she stammered. "I knocked, and I thought—" She bit her lip and pulled the door closed most of the way. I struggled not to laugh when she said from behind the door, "I'll get started on breakfast!"

Melissa wasn't able to hold back her giggle, and it was just too contagious. We both tried not to be too loud, covering our mouths as we shook with laughter. After all, we didn't want Catherine to think we were making fun of her.

I pulled on the boxers I had worn beneath my dress clothes the previous evening and headed into the bathroom to wash my face. When I tried to saunter casually into the kitchen, Melissa and Catherine both gasped. It was Catherine's turn to chuckle as she turned her back to me and tended to the food on the stove.

Melissa was wearing a bathrobe, and it gave me alluring peeks at her cleavage as she hurried over to me. I sucked in a surprised breath when she reached down and gave my dick a squeeze.

"Honey, you were sticking right out in front here," she murmured into my ear. "Here, let me put that away for you." Then she dropped her voice to a faint, breathy whisper. "Were you teasing my mother on purpose?"

"No," I whispered. "Sorry."

After breakfast, Melissa and I returned to her bedroom and enjoyed a quiet fuck before we showered. It was clear to me that she was more turned on from having her mother back in the house while we did it. Once we finished that shower and got dressed, I headed next door while they got started tending to the plants.

I packed up the things I figured I should take back to college with me, boxing them up and putting them in the trunk of my car. Then I boxed up the remaining clothes from my dresser. Mostly those were things I barely wore anymore; long wooly underwear from when we had the occasional very cold winter, a few pairs of silk boxers that I rarely wore because they had to be washed by hand, and some baggy sweat pants and shirts.

I kept the few summer outfits I had brought with me in the top dresser drawer, but the dresser was otherwise empty. When I pushed that drawer closed, I looked out my bedroom window and saw Melissa and her mother working in the back yard. They saw me and waved, and I couldn't help but smile and wave back. Catherine had an enigmatic little smile on her lips, and I wondered what she was thinking.

I took a break then to show my mother what I'd gotten done in my room. In addition to the stuff I'd cleared out of the dresser, I had folded up some of the clothes that had been hanging in the closet and added them to the two boxes that now rested in the back of the closet.

"We could move those boxes up into the attic, if you'd prefer," I said.

I turned, and was caught off-guard to see her slide the robe from her shoulders.

"That's nice, Greg," she said quickly, "but right now I need you to fuck me. Your father will be back before too long."

"Oh," I muttered.

I hadn't heard him leave. As soon as I thought about it, though, I knew Catherine had noticed him leaving. She knew I was alone with my horny mother, and she knew what that meant. I watched Mom lie down on the floor and spread her arms and legs invitingly, and hurried to whip off my shorts and shirt.

"Oh, yes!" she cried happily as I pushed my hard dick into her soaked pussy.

I was too busy sucking her fat, hard nipple to say anything in response. Mom's sweet pussy welcomed me eagerly, and she thrust her hips up to encourage me to fuck her faster and harder. This was no romantic, unhurried coupling. My mother was horny and needed a good, hard fucking, so I gave her one. She desperately wanted to feel me coming inside of her, and I was shocked at how quickly she made it happen.

"Ohhh, yes," she groaned when she felt my cock erupting inside of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding my body tightly as she shuddered through a matching orgasm of her own. "Oh, baby," she crooned into my hair. "I almost wish you could get me pregnant. The way you're coming inside me..."

I jerked my head up and looked at her face closely.

"Oh, I know I shouldn't think such things," she sighed. "I am your mother, after all. Still, when I see how happy Gloria looks, knowing she's carrying your baby, I can't help but feel a little jealous."

At that point, I was still not entirely happy that I had gotten Gloria pregnant. The idea of knocking up my own mother really did not turn me on. She pouted when she felt my dick softening inside her.

"Sorry," she murmured. "I shouldn't have said anything. Would you hand me my panties? I want to put those on, and then I'll get you cleaned up."

I handed her panties to her, and then leaned back and watched her pull them on and then dive in to suck my sloppy cock. She moaned rather loudly and slurped up our combined juices with obvious relish. Her enthusiastic sucking soon got me hard again, which really surprised me. I mean, it shouldn't have been a surprise—she's amazing at sucking my dick—but I had been pumping a load into Melissa's pussy just an hour earlier.

Mom looked just as surprised, but she was eager to take advantage of my renewed erection. She glanced at my clock and the pulled me to my feet. She quickly scooped up her robe and then towed me insistently down the stairs.

"Come on!" she panted. "We should have twenty minutes at least before your father gets home, and I really want to feel you in my ass!"

I didn't come again, but Mom sure did. It was incredible to watch her shake and cry out like that, and I was just glad my parents' bedroom was on the opposite side of the house from Catherine's yard. Mom came three or four times and then she hustled into her bathroom while I sprinted back upstairs for my own shower.