Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: TheSpringg
Title: Neighborly Help 02
Part: Chapter 02 (rev.  5/23/2015)
Summary: A widow and her daughter move in next door.
Keywords: MF, Mf, teen, MILF, spanking
This is a work of complete fiction and fantasy.  The characters are all

imaginary and bear no relation to any persons living or dead.

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   Neighborly Help

   Chapter 2

   I had trouble sleeping that night.  Masturbation relieved my
increasingly sore balls, but I could not stop flashing on the images of the
young supple teen lying across my lap, or of her willingly submitting to my
spanking of her bare breasts.  All that followed by her mother's obvious
advances made for a heady mixture.  I had been celibate since my wife's
passing and frankly I hadn't really considered that there would ever be
another woman or women in my life.  As man of sixty with his porn, I
figured that was my future sex life.

   After midnight, I got up went to my study to read for a while, since
sleep was not coming.  I saw the lights blinking on my router, but I wasn't
using my computer.  Since I had hooked Diane and Rose up with their own
internet service, I was puzzled.  Were they still using my internet?  I
booted up my computer and checked the router's management screen.  It
seemed as though Diane was online using my router.  From Windows Explorer I
could see her laptop on the network.  Out of curiosity, I clicked on it. 
She had network sharing on, with no security - so many people do that
without any idea of the privacy consequences.  Anyway, I couldn't stop
myself from snooping.  I only intended to take a quick peek in her
downloads folder, but what found there caught my attention.  She had
downloaded some videos, so I quickly copied several over to my computer. 
The opening screen of one of the videos promised stories of a mother
daughter exchange club - fascinating and highly erotic lesbian stuff. 
Another was a straight fuck video with an older man and an attractive woman
in her thirties.  The router's log of websites visited, showed visits to a
couple of lesbian websites with names like sweetheartvideo.com and
mommysgirl.com.  There was a spanking website called
spankingteenjessica.com and a general porn site called xhamster.com. 
Somebody had been busy!

   It was past 3:00 AM when I went back to bed, and still had trouble
dropping off to sleep yet somehow I must have finally fallen asleep,
because I awoke with start when the phone rang.  Light was streaming in the
windows and a quick glance at the clock said it was 10:00 AM.  I must have
sounded groggy.

   "Oh, sorry, Alan.  Did I wake you?" Diane said.  "I guess you didn't
sleep well either."

   "Uh.  No.  I sure didn't." I replied honestly.

   "Can we talk today?  About last night." she asked seriously

   "Uh.  sure." I panicked.  Had Rose told her mother about what had
transpired in the family room?

   "Can I come over?"

   "Uh.  sure." I repeated myself.  "Uh.  give me 15 minutes.  I'll have
coffee on."

   "See you then!" was the only reply.  Her voice had sounded so flat.  I
couldn't tell if she was angry or just tired, as I was.

   I was downstairs having just finished brewing coffee when the doorbell
rang.  Diane was in a sweatshirt, yoga pants and tennis shoes.  Her hair
was pulled back and she wore no makeup.  She looked as tired as I felt, as
I ushered her into the kitchen and poured her a cup of coffee.  She carried
a brown paper bag, containing some fresh, homemade scones, which I eyed
with hunger.

   "I bake when I can't sleep." she said, as I put the scones on a plate
and guided her to the dining table.

   "So why couldn't you sleep?" I asked.

   "It's complicated." she replied, but it didn't take a psychic to see she
wanted to talk, but was it something I wanted to hear?  I had worried about
Rose telling her the details of our little session the night before and
could imagine a mother spending the night building up to a full boil over
me molesting her daughter.  On the other hand I knew she had been viewing
porn late last night, so perhaps she was just tired.

   "You came here to talk." I said.  "There is no point in holding back. 
I've spanked your daughter.  I don't suppose anything you're going to say
would surprise me any more than someone telling me yesterday morning that I
would have spanked someone else's daughter - someone's teenage daughter -
last night."

   "Yea, that was pretty...  well...  unforeseen.  I guess that you should
know that I haven't seen Rosie as happy and open since her father died."

   I felt as though the huge weight that had been about to drop on my head
suddenly evaporated instead.

   "Your spanking had the same effect as her father's spankings used to
have.  Frankly, it was a miracle.  Last night after you left, Rosie came
and talked to me.  She confessed she had seen that awful guy, Rich, and she
promised to never see him again.  Why?  Because she said she had confessed
it to you and she had promised you not to see him.  She promised me the
same thing months ago, but I knew she would sneak out and see him.  She
promised you, and I can't help but believe her this time.  I'm her
goddamned mother, and yet I know I can't trust her promises to me.  A
promise to a near stranger, and I know she'll do it.  Seems crazy, but I
know it's true.  Also...  well...it also had the other effect that her
father's spankings had..." she paused.

   "Other effect?" I asked

   "I don't know why.  Look, it's crazy talking to you about this.  Telling
you stuff that nobody knows.  How long have we known each other?  Three
days?  Four?  You see, after he spanked her, he used to come and we'd make
love like...  like it was the first time.  He was always aroused, and I was
too.  I guess spanking her was a turn-on for him, and strangely that proved
to me that he wasn't...  you know...  sexually abusing her..." she paused
again.

   "You mean afterwards, he was aroused and so ready for sex with you, that
you knew he hadn't had sex with Rose?" I asked.

   "Yes, that was part of it.  Men can't just have sex and then have an
orgasm immediately after...  at least not like he did.  I mean I knew he
touched her.  I could smell her sex on him.  I learned to be okay with
that, because I trusted him.  And with you..." She looked me in the eyes,
with a long pause.  "You know I smelled her sex on you too...  But I think
I can trust you too.  Can't I?"

   "Oh, Diane!  I promised Rose not to tell what happened, but I can tell
you this.  I remained completely clothed at all times, and she...  well, I
will say that during the spanking her panties were off.  We did the
spanking just as she said her father did it, and nothing more." I said as
calmly as I could.

   "Okay.  I am going to trust that to be the truth and I'm okay with it."
She said with finality.  "Will you be willing to do it again?"

   "Well..." I was caught completely off guard.

   "Rose has made it clear to me that she expects it.  I don't understand.
I was never spanked as a girl, but it has an effect on Rose - really
positive effect.  The little teen bitch disappears and my lovely, positive
daughter takes her place.  I guess I would beg you to continue, if you
will."

   "If the need arises and if you both agree.  If she asks me to do it,
then I'll do it." I finally said.

   "Rose may approach you herself, but I'd like to know when it's going to
happen, at least in the beginning." Then She looked down and whispered,
"Will you also...  uh...  you know...  follow-up with me after?"

   "Are you saying what I think you're saying?  What I hope you're saying?"
I asked, and she smiled and nodded.

   I reached over the table and took her hand.

   "Do you have time for me to make it up to you now?  You know, for
leaving you so rudely last night?" I asked, and again she nodded.  I took
her by her hands and pulled her standing.  Enfolding her in my arms, I
kissed her gently.  "Are you sure about this?  I am old enough to be your
father."

   She just smiled up at me and kissed me back more passionately.

   "I know." she murmured and kissed me again.

   I put an arm around her waist and slowly led her back to my bedroom. 
The curtains were open on the big sliding glass doors that lead to my
private porch overlooking the pool below in the backyard.  She stopped a
moment, looked out, and I looked at her standing in the morning light.  Her
hair was pulled back.  The sweatshirt was big and baggy, hanging down over
the tight yoga pants.

   "Let me draw the curtains." I suggested.

   "No, the light is lovely.  It's a beautiful morning, and a great
beginning for a wonderful new relationship."

   She turned to me pulling up my t-shirt.  I did nothing to resist and
soon she had me standing naked in front of her, my erection standing tall.
A smile grew on her lips as she wrapped a small, soft hand around my shaft,
and kissed me again.  Then slowly she kissed my neck, and down my chest. 
It was clear where she was going and I thought I was prepared when her
soft, moist lips touch the head of my cock.  She knelt before me caressing
my hard member, kissing the soft bulging head, stroking gently and rubbing
it lovingly against her cheek.  She looked up at me and smiled.

   "It's lovely," She said, "I know we'll be wonderful friends"

   I reached down and pulled up on her sweatshirt.  She lifted her arms
over her head and her hair fell out of its ponytail, cascading over her
shoulders as I tossed the sweatshirt aside.  She wore no bra and her full,
bare c-cup breasts were tipped with large, symmetrical rosy red areolas and
only had the slightest droop.  She turned me and guided me to sit on the
edge of the bed.

   "Please, let me do this?" She asked.

   I must have given her a puzzled look, but she just smiled as she knelt
between my thighs.  She resumed kissing the length of my shaft and lovingly
rubbing it on her cheek.  Soon a large drop of clear precum formed on the
tip and she smiled with satisfaction.  Slowly and deliberately she ran the
tip of her tongue up the length of my cock, starting at my balls until she
caught the growing drop of fluid on the tip.  Erotically, she took it into
her mouth as though it was an enormously precious and delicious delicacy.

   "Please don't stop me.  I want to taste it all." she whispered as she
started sucking the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around it.  Over
the course of the next minutes which stretched to a blissful eternity, she
proceeded to give me a blow job that most men only get to dream about.  She
hungrily took my cock deep in her throat, sucking me down with an abandon
that amazed me and made her eyes water.  The next moment, she stroked it
between her full breasts while smiling at me with pure joy of sensuality.
She brought me close to ejaculation and brought me back from the edge.  She
obviously knew exactly how to please a man and loved every moment of doing
it.  Having brought me at least three times right to the brink, she slowed
a moment and looked up at me.

   "Oh god I need this." She said and began stroking me harder between her
tits.  The sight of her lewd and passionate attentions brought me to the
edge again and she knew it.  At just the last moment she took me deep in
her mouth, back over her tongue and into her throat.  I could see her
throat bulge and ripple as she seemed to be trying to swallow me whole. 
Just at the point where I could feel my cum building for an epic explosion,
she let my cock slip forward in her mouth so that the head was tightly
sealed in her lips.  I watched in fascination and ecstasy as my semen
filled her mouth and leaked slightly around her lips.  After my last
convulsion, she let my hard cock slip from her mouth completely and
swallowed happily.  She smiled and the tip of her tongue darted out the
side of her lips to capture the drop of cum that she hadn't been able to
keep sealed in her mouth.

   I lifted her up onto the bed and we lay there quietly next to each
other, as I went limp.  I gently kissed her and fondled her breasts as I
tried to recover my wits.

   "You know it will be a while until he's ready to try again." I said.  "I
think you drained him dry."

   She nodded happily and cuddled close.

   "I can wait." she said.

   As we lay there enjoying our sensual proximity, I heard the side gate
open.  Diane gave me a startled look.

   "Don't worry.  It's probably the pool or lawn service.  They can't see
up here.  Besides, the sliding glass doors are treated and are pretty
reflective in the daytime." I calmed her.

   We heard a splash and looked at each other.  We got up quietly, me still
nude and Diane wearing only her yoga pants, and looked out the doors. 
Below, Rose was swimming laps.  With my arm around her, we watched her
daughter swim laps.

   "She's gorgeous, isn't she?" Diane whispered and I nodded.  "She swims
like a fish, but I'll have to remind her not to wear that bikini in public.
I can see where you spanked her!"

   I chuckled out loud, but inwardly I worried that the bikini top might
show where I had spanked her breasts.  I wasn't exactly prepared for Diane
to know all the details of how I had dealt with her daughter.

   "We used to have that problem after her father's spankings.  I was
always trying to keep her covered the next day so that there wouldn't be
questions about her pink bottom." She turned and looked at me.  "I never
had to worry about that with her breasts before."

   I must have looked horrified that she knew, because she smiled and
kissed me.

   "Don't worry, when I saw them last night, I wanted to come over and beat
you!  But Rosie told me why you did it and I guess she's lucky that pink
titties was all she got for letting that bastard feel her up!"

   "You may have to explain something to me," I said with relief and
confusion mixed together.  "You see it as okay that I spanked your
daughter's breasts?  Didn't your husband do it too?"

   "No, not that I know of.  I see her naked all the time, but I never saw
her with pink titties like that, but I guess she never let an asshole touch
them before.  Don't worry.  It's okay.  Besides I turned discipline over to
you and that means I have to accept what you did, and in the future what
you will do."

   "Okay...  I wasn't hiding it from you, but we had an agreement that I
wouldn't talk about what happened, and now I feel confused.  How much does
she tell you?  I mean, if she tells you everything, why should I act like
it's all a secret?"

   "True...  I don't know if she tells me everything.  We don't always wear
all our clothes when were alone in the house, so I have always seen the
aftermath of her spankings.  When she was little, I used to console her and
rub in some vitamin E and almond oil.  When she got older, she just took
the oil downstairs and Don did it after the spankings.  Last night I
noticed that you had spanked and oiled her bottom and titties.  After she
explained about her titties, I thought that was just.  Don probably would
have spanked her ass blue for that, so she may have gotten off easy.  She
certainly seemed quite pleased with it."

   "She has some explaining to do!  I asked her what her father would have
done about letting Rich touch her breasts, and she was the one who told me
to spank her breasts."

   "Oh?  I think it's quite clear.  Her dad might have wanted to do it but
he was her dad.  She's probably taking a little bit of advantage with the
fact that you are not her father."

   I pulled Diane away from the glass doors and sat down on the edge of the
bed.  She sat next to me, looking concerned at my worried expression.

   "I think I need to break that vow to keep my discipline session with
Rose a secret.  I'm going to tell you the full story, and if you are
worried about any of it, you can talk to Rose, have us stop discipline
sessions, smack me, or whatever you think is right.  I just have to be sure
that we are not being deceived.  Is that okay?" I asked, and she nodded. 
"Well, you know about the bottom and breast spankings and why.  Do you know
about how the oil is applied?"

   "Tell me..."

   "After all the spanking was done, both bottom and top, I rubbed the oil
in.  She said her Dad used to do it, which you have confirmed.  She also
encouraged me to rub it elsewhere.  She said her Dad did it too, so she
ended up getting a little vaginal rub.  Well not just a little.  She had an
orgasm." I spit it all out and then looked expecting to see her fury,
instead she just had a funny aroused look on her face.

   "You masturbated her to orgasm?"

   "Mmmhmm...  I guess I believed that was what her Dad did, and then you
said that you had smelled her sex on him and on me, so I figured it was
really what he did."

   "I don't think he did, when I smelled it on him, I think it was only
from where she dripped on his lap.  I don't recall it ever being in his
hand."

   "But you're not mad?"

   "I might have been furious last night, but not now.  I suspect if you
had had sex with her she would not have told me, so all this just proves
you're an honest caring guy.  After all, you're not her father, so if you
arouse her it's not unusual.  You arouse me too!"

   "You know she's a virgin, don't you?" I asked in a guilty low voice.

   "No, I figured I lost it at fourteen, she probably did too."

   "I felt it when I was...  you know."

   "No...  I don't know...  why don't you show me?" she purred as she stood
up and pealed the yoga pants off.  She wasn't wearing panties, and had a
neatly trimmed bush, shaved cleanly around her vaginal lips.  I got up and
went to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of baby lotion.

   "I don't have your special oil, so we'll have to settle for Johnson &
Johnson on my little girl's bottom."

   "Only my bottom?  Rosie got it on her titties too!" she said with a
playful pout.

   "Do you want everything she got?  Spankings too?"

   "No, just the oil and what came after."

   I indicated where she should kneel between my thighs and made her clasp
her hands behind her neck before I dripped a little of the oil on her
beautiful breasts.  I slowly rubbed it in, loving the way her full breasts
took on the oily sheen.  I couldn't resist rolling a nipple between my
thumb and forefinger, causing Diane to gasp with pleasure.

   "That was just for you.  She didn't get that enhancement." I chuckled.

   By the time I was done with each of her breasts, she was unable to hide
her arousal.

   "Over my knee, little girl!" I ordered with mock severity.

   She quickly and silently complied, obviously eager for the next phase. I
prolonged my rubbing of her buns and inner thighs, so by the time I reached
her pussy it was dripping with her own juices and needed no oil to
lubricate my fingers.  Slowly I worked my thumb between the inner lips,
while my fingers gently massaged her clitoris.  She began breathing heavily
and responding to my attention by spreading her legs wider and moving
rhythmically with her heightened arousal.

   "Feel where my thumb is?  I stopped there with Rose.  Her hymen is
intact." I whispered.

   Diane didn't say a word but attempted to push her hips back at me to
force my thumb in farther.  I found her G-Spot and began rubbing it in a
synchronized motion with my fingers on her clit.  Within moments she was
bucking so hard that I had to hold her down on my lap by pressing my free
hand firmly on the small of her back.  She began to writhe with pleasure
and soon was shivering as an orgasm wracked her body.  Slowly I stopped
rubbing her and she went limp over my lap, just as her daughter had done.

   "Is that how you did it to her?" She rasped, panting for breath

   "Well, I went in further with you, but yes.  That's how I did it."

   "I am officially pissed." She said half gasping and half laughing.  "She
got an orgasm like that before I did?  It's not fair!"

   "So you want me to stop doing that with her?"

   "No...  It does wonders for her behavior.  I would behave for you, if
you did that to me, without the spankings!"

   "If you are obeying now, care for a shower with an old man?" I asked

   "What time it is?" Realizing it was 12:30 she said, "Can I take a rain
check on the shower?  I have to get back for lunch with our naughty girl."

   "What will you tell her about us?"

   "I am going to tell her that she deserves another spanking for
misleading you about how her Dad spanked her, but I am not going to change
anything.  She's yours to discipline as you see fit," she paused, and then
continued, "Though if you don't mind, I might watch now, since the
discipline sessions sound so interesting..."

   Before I could engage her more on the topic, she was dressed and out the
door.

   End Chapter 2

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