Heaven Next Door Pt. 04: Melissa

Twenty minutes later I was lying on top of Melissa, slowly pumping her ass as she struggled not to cry out loud. Her mother was taking a shower upstairs, and then she was making lunch. I couldn't help but notice how Catherine licked her lips when she looked at me, right before we sat down to eat. Melissa certainly noticed.

I could tell she was holding back, but that she had some naughty ideas that wanted to come out of her mouth. I wondered if she would share them with me later. Before I got to think about it too much more, though, my parents arrived to join us for lunch. Dad looked around with a bemused smile on his face.

"I still can't get over how different this place looks," he murmured between bites. "Really, it's just amazing."

After we'd eaten, Dad had to hustle off to pack. He had to hit the road, and he would have a sales meeting or seminar for the next three days. "I promise, Greg, I'll be back to spend two days with you before you leave," he assured me.

I gave him a big hug before he got into his car. "Just be safe, Dad. There are too many idiots on the road."

"Don't I know it!" he laughed, and then I waved as he pulled away.

* * *

So, when Melissa suggested I should spend the night at my own house, I knew I would be alone with my mother. I couldn't think of a reasonable protest, though.

"You should get a good night's sleep, and then we'll have all our energy to enjoy each other tomorrow," she whispered.

I chewed my lip as I tried to think of an argument. We were outside, and our mothers were talking quietly nearby. Melissa leaned in close after glancing in their direction.

"I want you to sneak over tonight," she whispered. "I'll be waiting in MY bedroom, with the window open for you. Just be careful, we don't want Mom to catch us!"

I could see how turned on she was, and nodded. It was such a turn-on for me to think about it, and I was hard for the rest of the afternoon. However, we hung out with our mothers most of the time, acting as if we were grown-up kids who weren't supposed to be all over each other.

Melissa caught her mother glancing at my obvious bulge, and had to bite her lip each time. When I finally had her alone long enough to ask, she whispered, "I keep wanting to suggest she have a seat in your lap. God, I'd love to watch her wiggling around on this." I groaned softly when she gave my shaft a squeeze.

I was noticeably harder after that, and Melissa caught me looking at her mother "inappropriately" twice after that. All four of us were turned on by the time we shared dinner at our place. Mom and I hugged Melissa and Catherine before they left. Catherine let out a soft gasp when she felt my erection pressed against her, and that put a wicked grin on Melissa's face.

They were barely out the door before my mother was all over me, right there in the living room. It felt like she was trying to suck my tongue right out of my skull as she frantically pulled at my shorts. I pulled my mouth from hers with a gasp.

"Mom!" I panted, "Please, slow down!"

"Okay!" she panted. She was shaking visibly as she licked her lips and reached for my waistband with both hands.

"Wait, please," I murmured, reaching out for her wrists. "Remember how you and Catherine told me we 'absolutely could not have sex' the morning before Melissa got home?"

"Um, yeah," she replied, nodding.

"Well, Melissa wants me to sneak over to her room tonight, and have sex with her while her mom's in the house. It's a fantasy of hers. I just wanted to make sure you knew that, and don't wear me out before that happens."

"Oh," she muttered. Then her eyes lit on my straining boner and she chuckled. "It's your fantasy too, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah," I admitted. "You know how I always loved her and thought she was amazing. I couldn't help but think about sneaking over to her bedroom at night. I just figured it was a harmless fantasy, and that she wouldn't actually be interested."

"Okay," Mom said, nodding. "I promise I won't wear you out." She slid to her knees and pulled down my shorts, letting out a lovely sigh when she saw my straining cock in front of her. She looked up at my face and asked, "How soon is she expecting you?" Then she started sucking me.

"Ohhh," I moaned appreciatively. "I don't know. I figure it will be after dark, probably after her mother goes to bed. I—oh, yeah—figured I would wait in my bedroom and she'd send me a signal or text my phone."

Mom seemed to calm down, once she had my hard cock in her mouth. She savored it for another glorious minute and then pulled back to lick her lips.

"So, we should have an hour in my bed, and then you can take a shower and wait for her call?" she asked.

"That...should work," I said after a moment's thought.

Mom stripped as she walked toward her bedroom, with me following closely. Soon we were naked in her bed, fucking lustily once again.

"God, I love how your huge dick fills me up!" she groaned.

I was trying to hold back, doing my best not to come inside her. I think she could feel it right away, and it turned her on to try to force me to orgasm inside her. Whether that was the case or not, it was incredible for both of us. After she got off several times, she pushed me back and took my throbbing dick in her mouth. I was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, and she groaned and sucked it right out of me.

All I could do was shudder helplessly as I watched her do it. Damn! That was so intense. Then she abruptly stopped and slithered out of the bed.

"We still have time!" she insisted as she grabbed the big bottle of lube out of her nightstand. She handed it to me and then lay on her belly and spread her legs wide. "Please!" she gasped, "Give my asshole a nice, hard pounding!"

Somehow, I managed not to come inside her tightly-gripping asshole. She came like mad again and again. By the time I retreated to the upstairs bathroom and showered, I was pretty tired. It hadn't been dark for long, and I saw lights were on in the bedroom across the way when I walked into my room. I had to smile, knowing that Melissa would be waiting for me in that room after her mom went to bed.

Then I looked down at the binoculars still sitting on my desk. They just seemed too conspicuous, so I opened the drawer and put them away. Now that I had unfettered access to my dream-girl next door, it seemed silly to have those sitting around anymore.

* * *

I'm still not sure how she planned to pull it off, but after the way she had told me to sneak over to her bedroom tonight I expected Melissa to be waiting for me in her old bedroom. Perhaps I was just too tired to think clearly, and that old fantasy had reasserted itself in my mind. I put on a loose pair of shorts and a tank-top and looked out the window again. The lights were off in that bedroom, but I could see the window was open. It made me shiver to see it.

Minutes later, I got the text from Melissa: "In bed, waiting for you. Window's open."

For just a minute I contemplated sneaking out of my bedroom window. That seemed foolish, since it would leave my mother alone in a house with an open window. So I headed downstairs instead and stopped in her bedroom doorway.

"Mom, I'm leaving," I whispered.

"Mmm, have fun," she replied sleepily.

I locked the front door behind me and quietly made my way around the house. My dick was throbbing in my shorts as I pulled my way up to the windowsill. I let out a breath as I slid into the darkened bedroom and heard her giggling softly from the bed.

"I can't believe you actually climbed up through the window!" she whispered.

"That was the fantasy, wasn't it?" I whispered in reply, "Me sneaking up into your bedroom?"

"Oh, God," she groaned softly.

My eyes were gradually adjusting to the darkness when she rolled over and presented me with her delectable bottom. I could just barely make it out when she reached up to the headboard and it was only the wet noises from her fingers that let me know what she was doing. Her voice was a low growl when she finally spoke.

"Do it!" she urged. "Get over here and fuck my horny asshole with that huge—oh my God!"

"Shh!" I cautioned, but it was too late. That last outburst had carried down the stairs, and I heard footsteps pounding up the stairway less than a minute later.

"No no no no no!" I heard, and then the door burst open and I squinted when the lights suddenly blazed to life. "Greg, you're in the wrong—oh, holy shit!"

I blinked in surprise and stared at Melissa standing in the doorway. In front of me, her mother whimpered and pushed her asshole back onto my dick insistently.

"Please baby!" she moaned desperately, "Don't make him stop now! Oh, God, his huge dick feels so good in my ass!"

I watched the love of my life as she stood in the doorway, staring and licking her lips. She shook her head slowly, twice, before she looked at me. I was still frozen in shock. Then she finally stepped into the room.

"Well, you heard my mother," she growled. "Don't you dare stop now!"

My poor brain was still struggling to catch up.

"I—I thought you were going to be in this room," I moaned weakly.

Melissa shook her head and marched right over to the bed. I shook in surprise when she gave my ass a firm slap.

"Less talking, more fucking!" she insisted. "Mommy needs a nice, deep ass-fuck, Greg, and you are going to give it to her."

I couldn't believe this was happening, but her mother kept pushing her ass back and forced me in and out. My mind just could not accept that I had made the same stupid mistake twice! I felt like such an idiot. Still, it certainly worked out well for me. Melissa urged me on as I gave her mother a vigorous ass-fucking. I was still too nervous to come inside her, though. Catherine had a handful of really intense orgasms, and then Melissa's eyes lit up when she watched my lubricated boner slide out of her mother's well-fucked behind.

"Mmm! You saved some for me!" she groaned happily.

It wasn't the fantasy she had in mind when she invited me to sneak over, but Melissa really came hard when she looked at her mother's adoring face while I pounded her asshole from behind.

"I love you so much, Mom!" she cried out.

"Mmm, I love you too, baby," Catherine replied dreamily. Her eyes drifted up to mine, and she added, "I love both of you so much."

I looked from mother to daughter and shook my head softly. It was uncanny how similar they looked, naked in that bed. Melissa's tight asshole squeezed down on me and I looked at Catherine and muttered, "We need more lube." She nodded and turned to crawl up to the headboard to grab the bottle. I stared at her sexy ass and then down at Melissa's ass with my dick stuffed inside it. For once, I didn't feel stupid.

I had always thought Melissa had a perfect ass, from the first time I saw her naked through my binoculars. Even at this close range, it was tough to tell the two of them apart from behind. Catherine's sexy ass was every bit as spectacular as her daughter's. She turned and handed me the bottle of lube.

"Thanks," I murmured.

She nodded and smiled, then licked her lips as she watched me lubricate the shaft of my dick and her daughter's eager asshole. Catherine was clearly turned on to watch me fuck her daughter in the ass, just as Melissa had been turned on to watch me fuck her mom. I couldn't help but think of Heinlein in that moment—I had felt like the man had a real thing for sexy redheads when I had read many of his novels. It felt like I was living out one of his wet dreams in that moment.

When I felt my orgasm approaching, I looked into Catherine's adoring, aroused face.

"Thou are god!" I cried as I exploded deep in Melissa's clutching asshole.

"Thou art god!" they replied in unison.

Then they exchanged a startled glance. Catherine giggled while Melissa moaned and dropped her head to the mattress. Then she turned her head and looked at her mom, panting.

"Oh, Mommy," she murmured languidly. "Greg's coming in my ass."

Catherine stopped laughing and groaned. I shuddered as my dick fired one last big salvo into that wonderful, sexy bottom. It made Melissa shiver to feel it, and Catherine shivered when she saw it. Melissa blew out a ragged breath.

"I can't wait to watch him come in your ass, Mom," she moaned.

* * *

It took another hour before I managed it, but it was clear from Melissa's face that it was every bit as hot as she had hoped. My eyes clenched shut when I reached that moment, and I shuddered as my balls unloaded into Catherine's welcoming ass. It was her turn to gasp out something filthy.

"Oh, baby!" she cried out, "I can't believe your husband is coming in my ass! Oh, I know I should have stopped him, but it just felt too good."

"Oh fuck!" Melissa cried. Her hand was practically a blur on her pussy as her mother's words pushed her over the edge.

My eyes drifted from that marvelous sight up to the open window, and my eyes immediately rested on my own darkened bedroom window. Then my eyes widened. Oh, I couldn't see anything in there, but I couldn't help but imagine my mother standing in that room and watching all of this through my binoculars. Melissa was watching my face, and her eyes narrowed. She glanced in the direction I was looking.

"What are you thinking, Greg?" she asked.

I shook my head and chuckled, "Oh, it's dumb, really."

"Tell me," she insisted.

"Okay," I replied, shaking my head. "I just realized we left that bedroom window wide open, and the lights have been on in here ever since you came upstairs. I couldn't help but think that my mom might have gone into my room to check on me, and then she would have seen everything."

All three of us turned and looked toward my bedroom window.

It was actually something of a relief for me to look over there. Even the outline of my house was faint, and I knew there was no way Melissa had ever seen me watching her through my binoculars the second half of our senior year. Then I was thinking about my relationship with my mother—the physical relationship we had started the past week and a half. It felt like I was deceiving Melissa about it, but it seemed like a bad idea to reveal any more of it to her.

I wondered if I was actually happy that she knew about my relationship with her mother. I mean, it was a relief that she had found out. Then I realized she hadn't, really. It was just fortunate that she wasn't furious to catch me like she had. So, I guess she was alright with me having sex with her mom. I didn't know if that would continue to be true after tonight.

That convoluted stream of thought ran through my head and left me with a headache. I had already been a little tired and light-headed before I even made my way over that night, and I had to lie down.

"Are you okay?" Melissa asked softly, reaching down to stroke my hair.

"Yeah," I replied, nodding. Then I winced. "Sorry, I just have a bit of a headache."

"Ah," Catherine said, nodding her head and looking down at me. "It may be the paint fumes, Greg. You've been over here painting for almost three weeks straight. When I stayed in your guest room, I noticed my headache going away. You probably just need to go home and sleep in your own room."

She said it with a gleam in her eye. I was certain she was trying to set something up with me and my mom.

"Nice try," I chuckled, but then I had to wince again. "Damn," I muttered. "You may be right. Unfortunately, I locked the front door behind me when I left, and I didn't bring a key. It just felt irresponsible to leave my mother alone in an unlocked house."

Catherine bent and gave me another brief, hot kiss.

"I have a spare key to your house," she murmured. "Let me get that for you while you get dressed."

I looked at Melissa, but then I had to wince yet again.

"I'm sorry, Melissa," I groaned. "I wish I could say I was just playing along, but I am starting to get a serious headache. It really hurts."

She gave me a brief smooch and slid out of the bed.

"I'll get you some aspirin," she offered.

* * *

As near as I can tell, Catherine was right. Oh, there had been a few nights that I had been at my house over that span, but it seems that the paint fumes had indeed contributed to my headache. I unlocked our front door and then returned Catherine's key before returning to my house and letting myself inside.

"Who's there?" my mother hissed in the darkness.

"It's me, Mom," I replied.

I heard her blow out a relieved breath, and then she turned on the kitchen light. I blinked at the brightness, as did she, but then she saw the pained expression on my face.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"No," I said softly. "I have a horrible headache. Catherine said she thinks it's from the paint fumes over there. That's why they sent me home."

Mom cocked her head. "'They' sent you home?" she asked. "I thought you were going to see Melissa?"

"I'm sorry," I muttered, "my head just hurts too much to talk about it right now."

"You should take a shower," she suggested. "Do you want me to get you an aspirin or something?"

"Melissa gave me aspirin before I left," I replied. I stumbled forward and gave her a soft smooch before heading upstairs.

The shower helped a little. I still had a throbbing headache as I lay in my bed, and it took a while before I zonked out.

* * *

In the morning, I was awakened by my mother gently shaking my shoulder. Sunlight bathed the room, and I squinted for a moment. Then I was surprised to see Catherine walk in and sit in my desk chair while Melissa stood in the doorway.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Mom asked.

"Mom?" I croaked, only then realizing how parched my mouth felt. I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth and grimaced. I needed a drink, and I needed to brush my teeth.

"I'm really sorry, Greg," Catherine said from my desk. "It never occurred to me that we didn't ventilate the house properly when we did all that painting. We opened up all the windows and turned on all the fans this morning to let the place air out. I figure we should give it a day or two before we go back. Melissa and I will stay over here in the meantime." She shook her head again. "I should have paid closer attention to the labels on those paint cans."

I was still trying to get some saliva flowing in my mouth, and my teeth felt gross. I was concerned how my breath must smell. Without thinking, I sat up and started to stand. All three women's eyes shot open in surprise, and I glanced down. I hadn't put anything on after my shower, and my morning erection stood out proudly in front of me.

In that instant, it was impossible to miss how my mother's nipples stood out against her sheer nightgown. Catherine and Melissa both looked from me to my mother before I hurried to cover my boner with both hands.

"Sorry!" I gasped. "I was just going to the bathroom!" I shook my head in embarrassment and scurried past Melissa into my bathroom.

I heard all three of them laugh nervously before I slammed the door closed behind me. Once again I felt stupid as I stared at my reflection in the mirror and brushed my teeth.

At least my headache was gone.

I snagged a bathrobe from the hook on the back of the door and put it on before returning to my bedroom. Only Melissa was there when I walked in. She looked amused.

"Did you do that on purpose?" she asked as soon as I closed the door.

I shook my head.

"No. I took a shower after I got home last night, and honestly forgot. I still had a splitting headache when I went to bed. At least that's gone now."

She nodded, and I was relieved that she believed me. Still, she shook her head and walked over to open up my robe, and she sighed when she looked at my dick.

"Well, your mom certainly got an eyeful of this bad boy," she murmured. She looked up at my face with a twinkle in her eye. "She was embarrassed, but she couldn't hide how turned on she was. Oh, Greg, your mom wants you to fuck her!"