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 Author: TheSpringg
Title: Neighborly Help 03
Part: Chapter 03
Summary: A widow and her daughter move in next door.
Keywords: MF, mf, teen, spanking, mast
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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   Chapter 3

   It was mid-afternoon when the doorbell rang.  Rosemary was there with
her school backpack, looking pissed off.

   "What's up Rose?" I asked.

   She stormed right past me into the living room.

   "You said you wouldn't tell her!  You lied to me!"

   "Slow down sweetheart!  Let's talk before you get me angry.  What ya
say?"

   "You told her everything!  You said you wouldn't!"

   "Well, she knew most of what happened.  Why don't you tell me what she
said?  Did she say that I shouldn't spank you again?  Did she say you can't
come over here?"

   "Uh..  no... but she knew everything!  She knew you spanked my titties!"

   "Yes, and didn't you parade around the house nude after I left?  Did you
think she wouldn't see your pink breasts?"

   "Yea, well...  okay, but you told her!"

   "What I didn't tell her was that Rich was feeling up your bare breasts.
I just confirmed that I spanked your breasts - not why I did.  And while
we're on the subject of the various shades of truth, I have a question. 
Did your father ever spank your breasts?  And did he ever massage your
vagina?  You led me to believe me that those were things that he would have
done."

   She put a hand behind her head and twisted awkwardly on one foot, not
making eye contact with me.  When she spoke, the bluster was gone.

   "No...  but..."

   "Like I said.  Let's talk.  Why don't you sit on the sofa?"

   She crossed to the sofa and I watched her put her bag on the floor as
she sat.  She had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a tight t-shirt,
jeans that looked like they had been sown onto her, and Converse sneakers
without socks.

   I sat on the same sofa, but left a few feet between us.  Looking in her
eyes, I was struck by the amber color and signs of redness that told me she
had been crying.

   "So, tell me why you told me that your Dad would spank your breasts, and
that he had massaged your vagina after spanking you.  He didn't do either
of those things did he?"

   She looked down and shook her head.

   "How did you know he didn't?  How did mom know?  What happened?"

   "She had never seen you with pinked up breasts.  And she smelled your
sex on my hand.  That's how she knew.  Now why did you lead me on?"

   "I wanted him to do it, but he wouldn't.  He said he was my Dad and that
wasn't right." She started shaking and crying, so I pulled her close and
hugged her.  "I loved him so much.  I wanted him to love me too.  Like he
loved Mom...  Oh, god, I'm awful, aren't I?"

   I held her as she cried, rubbing her back and holding her.  When her
sobs slowed, I stroked her hair.

   "No, child, you're not awful.  You loved your father and wanted him to
love you.  I am sure he did, but he's right.  You know it's not okay for a
father to do certain things with his child.  You understand that, don't
you?"

   She looked up at me and my heart melted at the sight of her beautiful
eyes filled with tears.  I kissed each eye, and tasted her salty tears on
my lips.

   "I know.  I knew he couldn't.  That's why when you came along and
reminded me so much of him that I knew you could do things that he
couldn't. That's why I lied and told you he did things he didn't do.  I
know that he wanted to.  He really did, but he couldn't.  You could.  It
was just like I imagined it would be."

   "And how did you know he wanted to?" I asked.

   "He was, you know...  hard.  Like you were."

   I was completely unnerved.  I thought I had been able to hide my
arousal, but clearly she was more observant than I had given her credit for
being.  I looked at her questioningly and silently for a long moment. 
Finally she spoke again.

   "Anyway, Mom said I had to tell you to spank me again for lying and
misleading you.  And then you're supposed to come over for drinks and
dinner with us.  Is that okay?  Can I call her and tell her you will?"

   I maintained my silence, wondering where this was all going.  I longed
to spank this girl, and wondered how I would discipline her for misleading
me.  I also was eager to see Diane again, knowing how ready we both would
be for each other.  Rosemary started to look nervous again, and squirm next
to me.  I looked at her seriously.

   "Please..." she whispered.

   "Very well, call your mother and tell her we'll be there at 5:30.  Then
undress and prepare yourself." I said sternly.

   She bolted up from the sofa as though she had been shocked, and pulled
her iPhone from her bag.  She spoke briefly to her mother, telling her just
what I had said.  Immediately after putting her phone away, she started to
undress with entirely too much haste.

   "Slow down!  Take it slowly, so I can watch" I ordered.

   She stopped with her T-shirt raised above her midriff, and looked at me.
I winked at her and gave a small smile.  Confusion slowly evaporated from
her face and she began to slowly raise the t-shirt until one nipple peaked
out below.  She lowered it a little and smiled.  She raised it even slower
so first the curves of the bottom of both breasts came into view, then both
pink nipples.  She turned and lifted it over her head.  She gave me a
coquettish look over her shoulder.  The smooth lines of her back lead my
eye to her low hip hugger jeans and tight ass.

   "Let your hair down, Rose."

   She smiled and reached up to take the elastic out of her ponytail,
allowing her hair to cascade down her back.  Turning, her arms were clasped
in front of her breasts.  She stood there and looked at me with a loving
smile.

   "Don't be shy!  Continue."

   Using the toe of one shoe against the heel of the other, she slipped out
of her sneakers and then unbuttoned her jeans.  She pulled the buttons
apart, using some force, because I could see her fingernails turn white. 
Slowly the zipper went down and as she pulled the opening wider.  Looking
at me through a curtain of hair, to my surprise she asked, "will you make
love to me?"



   "No, Rose, you're here for your spanking.  Besides, I am old enough to
be your grandfather, and while we can play this game as part of your
discipline, I don't want to mislead you into thinking that we'll have sex.
It wouldn't be right."

   "You aren't much older than my dad.  He was 57 when he died."

   "Hummmph.  Now hurry up!" Was all I replied, but the information was new
to me and I was a bit flustered at the thought.

   She shimmied out of the jeans and then her panties, all the while
muttering, "slow down, Hurry up...  make up your mind!"



   When she was completely undressed, I had her turn around slowly so that
I could admire her nubile body.

   "It appears that you've lost the pink from our last spanking.  Did you
bring the oil?"

   Wordlessly she knelt by her bag and retrieved the small bottle, handing
it to me with both her hands.

   "Kneel there for a moment."

   She looked at me, puzzled.

   "Now sit back on your heels, and spread your knees apart."

   She looked up startled, but obeyed without protest.

   "Knees wider part...  Now clasp your hands behind your neck...  Good. 
Straighten your back!" I ordered and she complied, still looking puzzled
but quite gorgeous with her mass of hair over her shoulders, her pert
breasts pointing up, and the labia of her smooth pussy starting to spread
apart.

   "Now, tell me why you are here for discipline."

   For a fraction of a second, a defiant looked passed over her face and
her eyes blazed, but the instinct to protest vanished and she looked down
at the floor.

   "Because I made you think that my Daddy used to spank my titties and
finger my pussy."

   "Did he ever touch you like that?

   "No." She paused and then whispered, "But I wanted him to..."

   "Okay, Rose.  Get up over my lap now."

   She rose slowly, and approached from the side, and lay with her abdomen
over my knees.  I spent the next five minutes, alternately spanking her
bottom with sharp strokes, rubbing and inspecting where I had spanked and
picking the next spot with care.  She didn't struggle, but winced and
gasped after each stroke.  As her bottom grew more uniformly pink, she also
began to cry softly.  When I felt she had endured enough, I stopped and
reached for the oil.  Without saying a word, I poured small amount on each
cheek and down the back of her thighs.  Touching her hot, pink skin aroused
me even more, and I made no attempt to conceal my erection as it pressed
against her through my jeans.  When the oil was evenly applied and well
rubbed in, I let my hand wander down between her thighs.  As she had the
other night, she spread them wider to give me access and I began to rub her
clitoris.  She could not remain still.  Wiggling she spread her legs as
wide as she could in her position over my lap.  When my thumb slipped
between the lips of her pussy, she gasped.  As I built up a rhythmic motion
massaging her clit, she began to buck and writhe beneath me.  I wanted to
throw her to the floor and release my cock.  I imagined her kneeling with
my member deep in her mouth as her mother had so recently done, but instead
I brought her to her own orgasm.

   When she lay limp over my lap, I patted her bottom as a reminder to get
up.  She just lay there a moment longer.

   "You spanked me for lying about what my Dad had done, but you went ahead
and did it again."

   "Mmhmm.  I did, didn't I?  After all, a lie is lie and needs to be
punished, but you also need to remember you are a beautiful, sexy girl and
I am not your father.  If I am to spank you again in the future, you will
undress, and kneel just as you did this time.  Is that clear?"

   She was still over my lap, but I could see her nod her understanding.

   "Now, get up and dress yourself.  I believe your mother is expecting us
to come over."

   When we arrived, Diane was dressed casually in a pretty sundress and
sandals.  She greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the lips, causing
Rosemary to stare.

   "Why don't you get out of those jeans and put on your new sundress too?"
Diane said, with her arms still around my shoulders.  Rosemary gave us a
look and headed to her room.

   "How did it go?" She asked eagerly when Rosemary was out of earshot.

   "She knows I told you about spanking her breasts, but she doesn't seem
to know that I told you about her special after-spanking massage."

   Diane stepped back and gave a twirl, causing her dress to spin out.

   "Do you like?" She asked, when she was facing me again, and lifted the
hem of her skirt, revealing that she was not wearing panties.  Looking more
carefully, I could see that she didn't have a bra on either.  I smiled.

   "Delicious...  you look absolutely delicious."

   "Is her bottom pink?" She asked.

   "Very." I responded, and looked up to see Rosemary coming down the
stairs.

   "Join us, over here, Rose." Diane invited.  When Rosemary was with us,
she continued and I was a little startled.

   "Is your bottom pink?"

   When Rosemary nodded, her mother said, "Let me see."

   Rosemary looked as startled as I was, her eyes darted from her mother to
me, but she lifted the back hem of her skirt and turned around revealing
white cotton panties.  Without thinking I blurted out, "She can't see with
those panties on!"

   Rosemary had a panicked look now, but she lowered the back of her
panties a little.

   "Oh, just take them off!" her mother said with amusement.

   Rosemary was confused, but didn't refuse.  When her panties were off,
her mother lifted the hem of her dress high.  Facing Rosemary, I could see
her bare pussy.  Her tummy fluttered, and her breath quickened.

   "It looks very evenly pink, Alan." She said with a chuckle.  "Does it
still hurt dear?"

   Rosemary shook her head.  Her mother let the hem drop and gave her
daughter a hug, and then turned towards the kitchen.

   "Let me get drinks." She said.  "A mojito, Alan?"

   I nodded, still looking at Rosemary.

   "Oh!  Did you thank, Alan?" Diane called out as she left.

   "Thank you, Mr.  Dumont.  I needed it."

   I swept her into my arms in a warm embrace.

   "Any time, Rose." I said and then I kissed her on the lips.

   She blushed and hugged me tighter.

   "Wow!  What was that for?" She asked in a breathy voice.

   "You just looked like you needed it, and I certainly know I needed it."

   We were sitting side-by-side on the sofa when Diane returned with a tray
with three mojitos.

   "I get one too?" Rosemary practically screamed with excitement.

   "This one is yours, it's not as strong as Alan's and mine." Diane said.
Rosemary gave a fake pouty look with her lower lip stuck out, but quickly
smiled and took her drink.  Diane sat down next to me on the sofa, on the
opposite side from her daughter.  I was in heaven with a gorgeous woman on
each side of me.  We talked about nothing in particular for a while.  We
were comfortable just hanging out together.  Despite my intention of being
a good guest and paying attention, my mind kept flashing to images of Diane
with my cock in her mouth, Rosemary kneeling in front of me, and an image
came out of my imagination of these two beautiful women kissing each other.

   "Alan?" I heard Diane say.

   "Oh, sorry, I wasn't paying attention.  What did you say?"

   They both broke out laughing and hugged me simultaneously.

   "Daddy used to zone out too!" Rosemary exclaimed and they continued
giggling.

   "What did I miss?" I asked again.

   "Never mind!" Diane said.  "We want to know what you were thinking!"

   "Nothing!  Just like Rose said, I was zoning out."

   "I think I know what he was thinking!" Rosemary said, looking pointedly
at the swell in the crotch of my jeans.  Diane's eyes followed her gaze and
laughed.

   "Are you going to take care of that, Mom?" Rosemary said and then
blushed beet red.  "Did I say that out loud?"

   Diane looked shocked, and I couldn't help laughing at her.

   "Where did that come from?" I asked still laughing.  Rosemary remained
silent and looked horrified.  Diane was blushing now.

   "Erm...  Well..." Rosemary stumbled in response, and Diane took a deep
breath, trying to compose herself.

   "Speak up, Rose!" I said.

   "Dad used to get that way too!  You two always were horny after he
spanked me.  I may be a kid, but I'm not blind!  Spanking me made him hard
and you always took care of it for him.  I also know you two were in Alan's
bedroom when I was swimming." She tried to explain herself, and was
relieved when Diane laughed too.  Rosemary gained courage.

   "Why don't you two go upstairs for a while and I'll finish getting
dinner ready?" She offered.  When Diane hesitated, she added, "Or maybe you
want to do it here?"

   I practically fell off the chair laughing and Diane was still flustered.
Rosemary stood and took her mother's hand, pulling her up.  She hugged her
mother and whispered in her ear.  Diane blushed again, but took my hand and
pointed to the stairs with her chin, smiling finally.  I followed quietly.
Once in the room, I pulled her into an embrace and kissed her passionately.
I pushed her backwards to her dressing table, knocking something off as I
lifted her up so that she was sitting on the edge of the dressing table.  I
struggled with my jeans, as I continued to kiss her.  When my erection was
free, I lifted the hem of her dress.  I rubbed the head of my cock up and
down the length of her wet slit, before plunging in.  She moaned and hugged
me close, as I remained still, fully, deeply inside her.  I pulled back to
look at her.  She smiled, breathed deeply, and let out a long sigh.  I
reached up and untied the straps of her sundress and pulled it off over her
head.

   "I can't believe this is happening." Diane rasped.

   "Neither can I" I said softly and began stroking in and out.  The
position was awkward and undoubtedly uncomfortable for her.  She let out a
disappointed sigh when I withdrew and stepped out of my jeans and stripped
them off.  I playfully pushed her to the bed, and she flopped down face
down.  Seeing her bare ass face me, and her legs apart, I approached her
from the rear.  Pulling her hips up, I positioned my cock at her entrance
again and watched as it slid slowly inside.  Holding her hips, I began
thrusting deep, my cock rubbing its full length along her g-spot.

   "Oh jezuz..  I won't last long." I cried out.

   She said nothing but began shaking and shuddering, clearly she would
come soon too.  It could have been a minute or twenty, but I felt suspended
in a protracted orgasm, filling this beautiful woman with my seed.  At some
point, I collapsed on top of her and then rolled my chest off to one side,
still deep inside her.  We were both panting and sweating from the frantic
sex.  When I softened and slipped out of her, she moved to face me and we
kissed.  At some point I drifted off, and Diane must have also.  Something
roused me and looked at Diane - still beautiful and asleep.  In the bedroom
doorway, I saw Rosemary peering in.  For some reason, I wasn't surprised
that she was there, nor was I surprised that she had the hem of her dress
up and her hand between her thighs.  When she saw me looking at her, she
panicked, straightened up, and disappeared.

   I stroked Diane's face and she awoke, smiling to see me there so close.
We kissed.

   "Rose..." I started to say, but paused.

   "Rosie what?" Diane queried.

   "Uh.  Well she must have dinner ready and be waiting for us."

   Diane nodded, and slowly got up to dress.  I watched as she pulled her
panties up, clipped her bra in front of her, swiveled the clip to the back,
slipped her arms through the straps and adjusted her breasts in the bra
cups.

   "Are you coming?  Or shall I undress and dress again for your viewing
pleasure?" She was smirking at me.  Her eyes were on my growing erection.

   "Dinner first and then you can replay the dressing/undressing scene. 
Okay?" I joked, leaping up and starting to dress.

   "You spanked her this afternoon, didn't you?"

   I nodded.

   "Did you finger her too?"

   I nodded again.

   "I thought you were going to let me watch next time."

   "The spanking, the fingering, or both?" I asked and she blushed.  "The
spanking disturbs you?"



   She nodded slightly.

   "So you want to watch me finger her?"

   She blushed even brighter.

   "We need to get down there or she will be wondering what we are up
to..." Diane said hurriedly.

   "Wondering?  No, she knows what we have been up to." I stated, but Diane
rushed out the door and I followed.

   The dining table was set and Rosemary was lighting candles as we
entered.

   "Took you long enough." She said accusatorily, but I saw a questioning
look in her eye as she stared at me.  Diane went to the kitchen, and
Rosemary looked at me.

   "Did you tell her I was watching?" she whispered.

   I shook my head in the negative and a look of relief flooded her face.
Before I could interrogate her about how much she had seen, Diane came in
with a steaming dish of lasagna.  Dinner was delicious and quiet, each of
us seemingly wrapped in thought.  On my part I was trying to figure out
what each of these very sexual women really wanted, and of course imagining
the variety of ways that I might help to my sexual satisfaction.

   "Dessert?" Diane said, breaking my reverie.  "Tiramisu, I make it
myself."

   "How can I refuse?" I responded, but my mind never left the puzzle of
how I could make a breakthrough in the silence that seemed to surround the
afternoon's activities.  Somehow I wanted them to talk together, rather
than to me separately.  Then it struck me.

   "Is your internet down?" I asked trying to sound simply conversational.

   "No, why?" Diane responded.

   "I just noticed that my router was working late last night, when I
didn't have my computer on.  You know, the little lights were blinking
away."

   They both seemed to have slightly guilty looks, but neither confessed,
so I let it drop and asked if they had plans for the next day.  When they
said they had no fixed plans, I suggested that we take a hike by the lake
in a nearby park.  They both agreed readily and suggested a picnic.

   After doing dishes, Rosemary went up to her room.  Before I could thank
Diane for the dinner and say good night, she pulled me into a kiss.

   "Spend the night?" She asked, and I agreed without thinking.

   We went upstairs and closed her bedroom door this time.  The sex that
night was slow and loving with lots of kisses and several orgasms for Diane
before I filled her with my seed.  As we lay exhausted in each other's
arms, I couldn't help pressing to get a confession that she had been
looking at porn.

   "Did you realize you were on my router again?" I asked.  She looked at
me puzzled.

   "I thought I was being hacked." I continued, "So I looked at the router
log.  If it wasn't you, it was Rose who was looking at some porn online."

   "Oh my god!  You could see that?  I didn't know I was on your router
again." She blushed deeply and I kissed her.

   "I am so embarrassed." She continued when I broke off the kiss.

   "It's okay." I said.  "I was surprised about the lesbian sites, but the
spanking site astonished me!"

   "I'm not lesbian...  wait!  You said spanking site?" she was both
astonished and curious.

   "Not lesbian, I didn't think so.  Bisexual maybe?  It's a very sexy
thought." I responded.

   "Yes, I may be curious about being bi, but what about the spanking? 
That wasn't me.  What was it?"

   "It must have been Rose then, it is a site dedicated to a girl named
Jessica who gets spanked in many different ways." I said.  "And the lesbian
sites all had a special twist to them..."

   She blushed even brighter red and covered her face with a corner of the
bed sheet.  I loved how her blonde hair spilled out over the sheets and her
embarrassment reawakened my arousal.

   "Do you have a fantasy about Rose you'd like to share?" I pressed.

   She froze and looked me in the eye.  Her glare melted when she saw the
gentle love in my face and realized how aroused I was becoming.

   "It's just a fantasy..." she protested mildly.

   "And one that turns me on too." I assured her.  "Can we watch one of
those videos together?"

   She looked at me like I was crazy, but the idea took root in her mind
quickly and she reached over me to the nightstand to retrieve her iPad.  As
she reached, her breasts hung over my face, and I could not resist latching
on to a nipple with my mouth and sucking.  She paused with the iPad in hand
and moaned as I sucked.

   "Release me, or we'll never see this." She whimpered in protest but made
no move while I kept her nipple in my mouth.  Eventually I released her,
and she sank back in the pillows.  I scooted up close to her.  Sshe had
already opened the browser on her iPad and soon we were watching a
beautiful blonde pornstar seducing a girl pretending to be her sexy teenage
daughter.  Without realizing it, we each started masturbating was we
watched, and before both the actresses were completely nude, Diane had cum
once and I was on the verge.  I stopped stroking myself to keep from coming
and helped Diane come at least two more times before the video was over.

   "Show me another favorite of yours." I insisted when the first one was
over.

   In the second video, an actress pretending to be another actress' mother
was teaching her daughter about sex, and brought in a stud to teach her how
to suck cock.  At the end, as the mother and daughter were kneeling to have
the actor cum on their faces, my cock was deep in Diane's mouth spurting my
cum.

   "Jezus!" I panted.  "That was amazing!"

   "Cumming or watching the movie?" She asked.

   "Cumming and the fantasy of doing it with you and Rose." I confessed.

   "You know I can't commit incest." She said sadly "I know.  But just to
play the devil's advocate, I think the incest taboo was created to prevent
inbreeding.  No chance of you and Rose doing that!"

   Diane laughed and said, "You are not just the devil's advocate, you
might be the devil himself!"

   "Or you might be the devil herself!" I countered.

   We both laughed and snuggled together.  I was dozing off, when Diane
brought me back awake.

   "What's that website about spanking again?"

   "Spankingteenjessica.com" I murmured sleepily, but was fully awake when
she brought the site up.

   "Damn, you have to pay." She said.

   "What's the matter?  You had a subscription to Mommy's Girl." I said,
but she frowned, so I added, "look for samples or a free tour.  Some sites
have those."

   She found what she was looking for, but quickly closed it.

   "I can't watch." She stated.  "How can doing that to my daughter turn
you on?"

   "It turns her on too." I responded.  "I don't think it would do anything
for me if she didn't get so aroused by it.  Besides, I don't use paddles
and canes like they do in that video.  I guess it's just to each their
own?"

   She nodded and lay there thoughtfully as I finally fell asleep.

   End Chapter 3 (to be continued...)

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