My Neighbor’s Incest Part VI (revised)

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This is the corrected, version of My Neighbor’s Incest Part VI
If you already read it, you might want to read it again. All the same sex scenes are included, but some have been altered to better reflect the nature of the story. I promise, I’ll do everything to make sure I never post the wrong version again.
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Part VI
“OK, Mom, I’ll take care of that right after I do the lawn, and I know tomorrow is the first day of school, how could I forget!”

For three days, I had been thinking about school starting, not because I was nervous, or excited about going to high school, rather because of all the uncertainty it presented. Ever since that afternoon with Susan in her backyard, I had not been the same. Every night I struggled to go to sleep, but found myself holding my pillow, pretending it was Susan’s soft body next to mine.

It had been three days of excruciating mental masturbation, since Susan left me hanging. I thought of her sister’s obsession with sex, and how it manifested out of a preteen sexual encounter with the lawn guy. I visualized every conceivable outcome, that might have manifested after their father walked in on them, and some not so conceivable. But mostly, my mind had been consumed with Susan’s words, “I knew I wanted it, I was picturing a dick going inside me.” Would it be me, I wondered, I imagined, I hoped and even dreamed it would be. That day in her backyard, was the day everything changed between us, at least for me. I had looked into Susan’s eyes, and seen something special in her. I think I made a connection with her beyond just lust, but at fourteen, did I really know that? What was love, did I know, how could I, my emotions had been clouded by raw sex. My parents were right, once you have sex, everything is different. They told me about this, I hate it when they are right.

With all my thinking, dreaming, even obsessing about Susan, I had only managed to steel a few quick, but passionate kisses, for three days. One of us always had to rush to some requirement. Dragged here and there by parents, for school supplies, shoes, and even a birthday party. My own fourteenth birthday party, but I would have skipped it for just twenty minutes alone with Susan. Once school started, I wasn’t even sure I could have what was potentially, a relationship with her. I’d be in ninth grade, she’d still be, just twelve years old. My parents would balk for sure, what about my friends? If they knew, they would surely approve, but they could never know. Not that any of them would believe, even one bit of what would surely sound like nonsense, but, even if they would believe, my telling would surely ruin everything!

Why couldn’t summer break last two more weeks, I thought as I mowed the front yard? My balls rejoiced as a quick breeze blew up the leg of my shorts. I was enjoying the feeling of having my nuggets swinging free. I had never gone “commando,” outside the house, and my balls were enjoying their new liberty. They were extra sensitive, as they had been shaved two days ago. It felt strange, but good.

As soon as I finished the front yard, then I had to, “do hers too,” as Mrs. Davis, had told it to Susan, to relay to me. I had only seen Mrs. Davis coming and going with Susan and Jasmin as they ran from place to place, like I had been doing. I was wondering if Mrs. Davis had been sending a secret message to me, through Susan, that she wanted me again. I just couldn’t imagine she would take a chance getting Susan suspicious. Or, that she would even want me again at all. She had a husband with a cock that most guys would do anything to have, why would she want to risk so much, for a fourteen year boy? Even if she did want me, I had resolved to be faithful to Susan. I didn’t even know if I had a reason to be faithful to her, but I figured if there was going to be something between us, it would be less complicated if I wasn’t fucking her mother.

I was feeling pretty down knowing that I wasn’t going to see Susan, and tomorrow school started. It seemed like our relationship had gone backwards. We started out with passion that normally would come well into a relationship. She had shared her deepest secrets with me. Shoot, I had accidentally unloaded my balls on her backside in my attic. Her pussy covered my hand with her little girl nectar, the very first time we spent any time together, and then that day in her back yard, wow. Now, I’ll be lucky to get a kiss, until who knows when!

My balls tingled from the memories, my cock followed suit, at the sight of Jasmin approaching in a tiny bikini! I was nervous that without underwear, my dick would be standing straight out, looking at Jasmin. I didn’t care if she saw my, “nice cock,” as she put it, but standing in their front yard, for all to see, that didn’t seem to be something that was going to make me feel proud! No mom, that wasn’t an erection.

“Joe, my mother wants you to do the backyard also. She has the little electric mower out for you, so use it, and put it in the shed when you are done. Mom said, thanks in advance.” Watching Jasmin’s lips as she spoke those words, launched my erection toward the sky. I couldn’t help imagining those luscious lips, as they ate her little sister in that grassy field.

Jasmin’s nipples popped out, as she glanced down, and then said, “could you try and hurry, my friend Stacy is coming over to get one last day of tanning in, before school starts?” She turned and headed towards the backyard, my eyes glued to her ass as it dripped honey. I imagined my tongue between her cheeks as they swished across each other. I fucked that, I was inside that gorgeous body, but I can never tell anyone. Who would believe me anyway? My dream was interrupted by Jasmin turning back to catch me staring at her. She simply pointed to the tent in my shorts, and then rubbed her index finger over the other, in a shame on you, naughty boy, gesture. I was embarrassed, to say the least.

I took my shirt off and restarted the mower. My muscles aren’t huge rippling weight lifter muscles, but I am strong and have a six pack, so maybe that would distract passers bye, from my erection. I could hope, anyway. I was surely going to hurry, knowing that Jasmin might be laying out back, while I finished up her yard. They don’t have much grass back there, I wondered why she didn’t just do it herself, if she was in a hurry?

I saw the lawnmower, but no Jasmin. It was probably better this way, I really don’t need to contend with her body, and the torrid of lustful thoughts it would create, I thought to myself. I better just get finished and go do what my mother told me to do, I told myself.

As I came around the pool, I noticed Jasmin standing behind the shed, her hand inside her bikini bottoms. My mind flashed back to Susan’s story of Jasmin and Jason. I forgot everything else, I let go of the power lever, the electric hum stopped, and I headed behind the shed. Without a word Jasmin dropped to her knees in front of me. She lowered my shorts and allowed my cock to hang out. I stepped forward and pressed my tool into her face, Jasmin received the swelling head into her mouth, as she grasped under my balls.

The skill of her mouth surpassed any, I was sure, even though I only had two others to compare it to. I looked down as she sucked only the head, then pulled it from her mouth, and looked up at me. Her gaze was that of a child, looking for approval. Those eyes, that look, I couldn’t make myself stop, even though I knew this wasn’t what I should be doing, if I loved Susan.

I watched as her tongue welcomed my dick inside her wide, full lips. Her suction fought to hold my cock inside, but she pulled it out, with a popping sound. Then back inside, deeper down the shaft she went, until I felt my head hit the tight entrance to her throat. Her tongue working around the whole rod inside her mouth, as she moved it in and out. Then she went as deep as it would go, with a fake gag, she extracted it, only to plunge it back in.

I took hold of her head and pushed hard into her face, then halfway out, then to the bottom again, just holding it there. She was looking up with just her eyes, they cried out, like those of a scared little girl, as my thrusting cock assaulted her mouth. I knew then, that I needed to satisfy her need, to satisfy my cock, she needed my cum to fill her mouth, so she would know, she was a good little girl.

After several more violent plunges as far down her throat as my gorged flesh would reach, my balls prepared themselves, by pulling up tight. I had been sexually frustrated since that afternoon with Susan, but had not found a release, now, my balls were finally going to get to empty their pent up orgasm. I hit bottom, then pulled out until just my dick head was between her lips. My knees went weak as my balls released. Jasmin took hold of the shaft and milked it up and down, helping to pump my load inside her mouth. I felt like I was ejaculating for minutes, as cum spilled out the corner of Jasmin’s sexy mouth. She extracted my dick head, tilted her head back, revealing a mouth full of white fluid, then she swallowed hard, and licked her lips. She looked up at me for praise, or approval, for what she had done.

My lust raged, like I had not even been satisfied as I thought about what was happening. I mustered all the courage I could find, spurred on by the memory of Susan’s story, I took Jasmin by her shoulders, pushed her back, and eased her to the ground. Standing over her, I reached for her bottoms and pulled downward. Jasmin, without a sound, raised her ass, allowing me to remove her bathing suit. Her bald pussy looked so young, and inexperienced, as I pushed her legs apart.