Adorable Neighbors: Adult Erotic Novel

By Milan Komarica

A Classic Erotic, Adult Novel. Sex, Surprises and Erotic Twists. An Engaging and Erotic Read which will Tinkle Your Naughty Desires.

"I love the way you suck me off," Josie groaned. "I love your tongue on my cunt-I love to fuck your mouth with my hard clit."

The woman intensified the motions of her tongue ... faster ... harder-Josie's hips began to levitate upward from the bed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716777417

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Adorable Neighbors

FEMALE FRENZY

Hungrily, the woman moved her face into Josie's steaming cunt-licking the labia with her tongue-digging deep into the dilating cunt hole.

I love the way you suck me off, Josie groaned. I love your tongue on my cunt-I love to fuck your mouth with my hard clit.

The woman intensified the motions of her tongue ... faster ... harder-Josie's hips began to levitate upward from the bed.

Eat me, honey-eat my cunt-let me come in your hot mouth!

CHAPTER ONE

Leora stood in the doorway of her daughter's room, staring at the antique tiger oak bureau. Inside the top drawer of the serpentine chest, buried in the sweet and silky Junior Miss panties, was a twelve-inch pink plastic vibrator. Leora had accidentally glimpsed it this morning as she clutched handfuls of teenage clothing from the floor and crammed them into bureau drawers, unable to control the fishwife squeal in her angry voice:

A pig pen! This room is a pig pen! No self-respecting human being would live in this kind of filth!

A half-naked, slender eighteen-year-old body leaned around the bathroom door, still wet from the shower. She smiled with youthful charm and the confidence of a pampered princess.

You're spoiled rotten, Leora continued as she snatched her daughter's soiled blue jeans from under the bed, mismatched socks from under the end table. Your father has spoiled you rotten!

Oh, Mom, the Princess grimaced around the bathroom door, you're gonna give yourself a coronary!

I'm not that old!

Leora glared at her daughter in the bathroom doorway. Princess Paula sheepishly closed the bathroom door.

Leora gave the top drawer of Paula's bureau a jerk and it flew open, spilling its contents onto the carpet at her feet. That was when she saw 'the vibrator, glistening pink in the pile of undies at her feet.

She gathered up the contents of the drawer quickly, shoving it back into place, closing the bureau tightly. She leaned against the drawer as though her weight were needed to keep it closed, as though an unleashed cobra lay within, ready to spring from the antique chest and embarrass them all. Her foremost fear was that Paula might find out that she, Leora, had discovered the vibrator. As a proper mother, she'd be expected then to say something about it-and Leora, quite honestly, didn't know what to say.

Now at midday Paula was safely in school and Leora stood in the doorway to her daughter's room, staring at the bureau drawer. She'd seen ads for vibrators, references to them in novels, even window displays at the shopping center drugstores. But she'd never touched one, never owned one, used one....

She tried to envision Paula spread-legged on the bed, pressing the shiny plastic dong into her virgin opening. Leora supposed her daughter was a virgin-she was sure a mother would know something as important as the loss of her daughter's cherry. The girl would look different, act differently, a mother would know. Leora convinced herself that her daughter was a virgin.

Paula was a good girl, Leora told herself as she stood in the doorway, staring at the bureau drawer. She was active in school activities, got good grades, was friendly and popular. If only Paul, her father, had not spoiled the girl rotten. He'd wanted a dozen kids but they only had the one. She's all my sons and daughters, Paul grinned, and he insisted on giving their daughter everything she asked for. I want my kid to have it all.

And Princess Paula did have it all. She expected, however, the same kind of devoted attention from everyone, and she was pretty and charming enough to frequently succeed in wooing teachers and friends to spoil her, too. Only Leora seemed distressed at Paula's self-centeredness. It frequently seemed to Leora that her husband and daughter were united against her, as though they viewed her as the hired help, bound to tote and fetch for them.

How long had it been since Paul had acted like a husband, a lover? Leora couldn't remember the last time they had made love-maybe a month, or two, or three. It was so devoid of excitement that the memory evaded her. During the first years of their marriage it had been quite different. I'm a fucking fool, Paul had giggled, delighting in doing it in unexpected places. He fucked her in the dark back seat of a crowded Greyhound bus on a college weekend; in the hospital bed when she had her tonsils out; in the kitchen, against the warm stove door, during a family holiday dinner. The memories brought a warm response between Leora's legs, a flush of feeling she had nearly forgotten. She moved toward the bureau, seized the brass pulls in her nervous fingers and gently eased the drawer forward. Cautiously, she inserted one hand into the drawer opening and felt among the tangled underwear for the stiff, pink vibrator.

The sweet scent of her daughter's pussy was still sticky on the pink plastic head of the vibrator. Leora didn't rush to wash it off. It somehow excited her, the smell of her daughter, her own flesh, the vision of a virgin, plump, pink pussy covered with a pubescent, downy bush. Leora sat on her daughter's bed and pushed her jersey slacks down past her hips, onto the floor. She leaned back against the neatly made bedspread and stroked her thick mat of pubic hair with her fingertips, enjoying the slow spreading of the warm wetness across her thickening labia. She turned the butt end of the vibrator and delicately ran its shivering tip down the slippery split between her legs, finding her hot, expanding cunt hole and slipping the dildo in and out as she rubbed her stiff clit with the other hand.

The vibrating plastic was no match for a real cock up her cunt and she pulled the dildo out, touching her quivering clit with the vibrating end. A wild excitement traveled up her body, setting her nerves on end, causing her large brown nipples to stand hard and erect, aching for a touch, a tongue. Her cunt hole dilated wildly, grasping at nothingness as she touched the big vibrator to her erect and aching clit. She felt a low moan escaping from her throat and she forced herself to remove the vibrator from her clit. She didn't want to come too soon.

She rolled the plastic dong up the length of her torso, enjoying the trembling sensation it sent through every nerve in her body. She rolled it across her breasts, touching the furious tip to her stiff and hungry nipples, tossing her head in ecstasy as the fierce motion of the vibrator drove her nipples to grow harder, higher. She bent her head forward, straining to touch her own nipple with her tongue. A half an inch away from such self-pleasure. She wished she could dip her tongue into her own cunt, close her lips around her aching clit and suck it until she poured hot juice across her own face, sucking and swallowing her own hot jism. No way to do it; Leora had tried it before. Maybe an acrobat could do it, someone incredibly limber-but Leora couldn't fold her body in half.

She lifted her buttocks from the bed and ran the shivering vibrator between the moist, plump cheeks, finding her hot and tiny asshole with the tip of the vibrator. She remembered the first time that her husband, Paul, had driven his throbbing cock into her asshole. No, she'd begged, you'll hurt me! But she was surprised to discover her tight muscle opening to the thrusts of his hot cock and the wild excitement of his dong exploding up her backside. She pushed until the vibrator was deep into her ass. Seizing the plastic cock with her fist, she fucked her asshole and stroked her nipples with the fingers of her other hand. When the excitement of the foot-long plastic prick probing deep into her ass grew too great to bear and long, deep groans of pleasure were coming from her throat, she moved her fingers from her nipples to her jutting, blood-gorged clit. She stroked it hard and steady as she rammed the vibrator back and forth inside her asshole until the squeal of fulfillment burst from her throat, her ass nipped wildly at the vibrator and her cunt spilled its hot fluid across her hand.

In the bathroom, flushed with guilt from using her daughter's sex machine, Leora scrubbed the plastic fucker with soap and water. She stared at her own face in the mirror, thinking that she looked much younger than she felt. It was quite a pretty face, younger than its thirty-five years. Leora smiled at herself. She wondered why she no longer was excited by fucking Paul. Maybe they'd been married too long, knew each other too well. The mystery of love was gone.

Leora carefully replaced the vibrator in her daughter's bureau drawer, messing the undies around it, hiding it from sight. Just as she had first found it.

The doorbell rang.

Morris, the long, lean, young, black postman leaned against the door jam.

Package for you, Mrs. Taylor, he smiled and handed her the receipt to sign. She looked at the address on the thick, brown package. Mrs. Paul Taylor, she read, from RiteBilt Company, Iowa. It was the replacement lid for her blender. Leora sighed as she signed. Some women got roses or telegrams or love letters or checks for winning the million-dollar lottery-Leora got a replacement lid for her blender, addressed to Mrs. Paul Taylor.

Morris was staring at a truck awkwardly backing into the driveway next door. Leora took the opportunity to examine his muscular young body with her eyes, from his wide and bony shoulders down his flat, tight belly to the sizeable pouch in the left leg of his uniform trousers. She mentally stripped him, running her hot tongue around his tense pectorals, closing her lips around his small, erect black nipples. His chest, she decided, would be smooth and hairless and her mouth would glide down his belly, riding the flow of his rippling muscles to the thick nap of hair that surrounded his purple cock. She would take the full length of it, soft, inside her mouth and suck it to red-hot stiffness, rubbing his hairy balls to fullness with her tongue.

You met them yet?

Leora lifted her eyes quickly from Morris's crotch. I beg your pardon?

You met them yet? The new neighbors?

Leora saw the burly movers carrying furniture into the colonial house next door.

I knew the house was on the market but I didn't know it had been sold.

Yeah, Morris grinned and took the receipt from Leora's hand, yeah, it's been sold. Two old maids, I hear. That oughta liven up the neighborhood. He laughed and started down the steps. Oh, he said, turning, say hello to your daughter for me.

Leora watched his long legs stride the cobbled walk toward the street, and she knew the flush on his dark face was caused by thoughts of Paula, her daughter. She knew the stiffening in his pants was in response to Paula's flirty smile, her cocky walk, her slim-hipped virginity. Leora smiled and shrugged. She wasn't angry that the young black man wanted to drive his hot, hard prick into her daughter's cherry cunt-she was jealous. She wanted him to ram his thick dick into her hungry hole, instead.

But she was only Paula's mother, Paul's wife, nameless, faceless. She thumbed through the mail. Mrs. Paul Taylor, Paul Taylor and Wife, Occupant. She didn't even have a name anymore.

Two old maids, the postman had said. Leora watched the movers carting furniture into the house and wondered what the new neighbors would look like. She pictured them fiftyish, stout, sour-faced. Two old maids.

At least, Leora thought, she wasn't that.

Chet wanted to walk Paula home from school. He could see she was purposely walking fast to avoid him. He picked up speed, watching her buttocks shifting as she walked in front of him. Blue jeans, he thought, were the best things that ever happened to girls.

Chet was the school cocksman, captain of the football team, tough, good-looking and born rich. He expected to get whatever he wanted in life and, so far, no one had disappointed him. He'd