Naughty Neighbourhood: 2> After the fire
written by:
Chris-t6290

Authors note: If this is the only part/chapter that you read, it's important that you also read the 10th part/chapter, with its ultra surprise ending.

I'd now like to recount for you, the tale of what happened when John moved into his flatmate's parent's house, which is No 3. As has been mentioned, Tom caused a small fire in the flat he was sharing with John; nothing alarming, however, their none too happy landlord insisted they move out, albeit temporarily, while he had the damage repaired, painted and decorated. Since Tom caused the fire, his parent's, Mark and Emily Stevens, were most adamant that the young 19 year-old should stay with them, and so it was...!

Taking some clothes and certain valuables with them, Tom had his old room, which he'd stay in when he visited his folks, while John had the third bedroom next to his friend; the master bedroom, which Tom's parents were, since they are still young - both mid 30's - sexually active in, being located at the other end of the terraced house.

Tom, 19, worked five days a week as an office clerk while John studied 21 hours, 3.5 days a week Mon to Thu. They had moved into Tom's parent's 12 days before this particular Friday, when Emily, having let John lie-in, got on with the laundry, which she was part way through doing.

As she removed the items from the dryer, she was unaware that John was observing her - through the door-jam - as she piled her thongs, g-strings, and other flimsy undergarments into a wash basket.

Eventually stepping into the rather confined washroom area, John addressed her politely: "Good morning, Mrs Stevens."

Having been somewhat taken by surprise, Emily jumped, almost dropping the basket - which John instinctively reached out to catch - and rejoined: "Thanks. Good morning, John," as he handed Emily the red g-string he'd also caught.

"Call me, Emily," she told him, as Mrs Stevens, almost blushing, tentatively took the lace garment from him.

Giving Emily a knowing coy smile, as she placed the pair of panties back in the basket, John informed her: "I thought I'd just let you know that I was up, before I had breakfast, and that I've made my bed; although, seeing as you're doing the laundry today (something that she usually did on a Monday), I realise you'll no doubt be changing the linen."

Almost nervously, as Emily had become aware of John's good looks and that he was very much a ladies man from what her son had told her, she intimated: "Mark's taking me out for a romantic meal tomorrow, it was supposed to be a surprise; however, they phoned yesterday to confirm the booking when I was here." The thought of which, and what would happen afterwards, had, of course, roused Emily's libido.

"I see, so you're -" John started to say.

"Not that it's any of your business, John, but yes, we still make love," exclaimed Emily vehemently, at John's otherwise intrusive assertion.

"I was going to say, ‘doing the laundry today, instead', but, now that you mention it, Emily," he said, moving closer.

With her back pressed against the dryer, Emily huskily exclaimed: "What are you doing, John?" as he took the basket from her, which she relinquished with ease, before placing it on a nearby unit.

"For a 36-year-old women, a milf, no doubt, you're quite attractive," John informed his female host.

"What do you mean, a milf?" she innocently asked.

"Oh, Emily, Emily," rejoined John casually, as he ran the fingers of his right hand, unhindered, through her neck length straight red hair. "It means, ‘Mother I'd Like to Fuck', and, I'd guess that's what you're in need of right now," the young man before her continued, resting his other hand on Emily's right breast before moving his head closer to kiss her.

Momentarily stopping short, he otherwise expecting to feel her knee in his groin, John was taken by surprise, when Emily, instead, drew herself closer to John and rested her lips on his, wanting him to be the one in control.

Moving his hand behind her head, John cradled it firmly, kissing Emily's pouting lips as he gently caressed her warm globe through the sheer fabric of her pastel blue blouse.

"Emn, emn," moaned Emily, accepting both his advances and presently his tongue.

"Not in here, John," she almost pleaded. "If you're going to have me, and I guess that is what we both want, could we please do it somewhere more dignified?" she added.

"Tell me, Emily," the young man began to enquire, getting off the subject, "is your hair the only part of you that's red?" Lightly pulling her nipple afterwards.

"What?" she rejoined, being taken by surprise.

"Have you also got a ginger puss, I mean?" John sought to clarify.

Still confused and off-balance, Emily thought he meant a cat.

"No, we don't -" Only for it to then dawn on her: "I'm not shaved down there. I take it that's what you're referring to," she averred.

"So, no smooth cunt, then," he luridly exclaimed.

"Emn, yes, John," she huskily rejoined, her plea still unanswered as she responded to his vulgarity.

"What about your bed, then?" her son's friend finally suggested.

"Emn, no, talk dirty to me, tell me where you want to put your cock, please," Emily told him, as she moved her hand towards it.

"Not your bedroom, I take it," he iterated.

Stopping, with his part erect warm member cupped by her hand, Emily said: "That's our room; Mark's and mine. Now, tell me how you want to fuck me?" Emily again appealed, as she resumed what she was doing.

"What about the sofa, then?" he intimated teasingly.

"Okay, and what will you do to me with your lovely cock?" asked Emily, all the while gazing into his brown eyes with her bright blue ones.

"First I'll have you take my thick cock out; and it is thick, Mrs Stevens, then you'll place your mouth over it and slide your succulent lips up and down it until I fill you with my hot sticky spunk!"

Squeezing his dick as he said spunk, Emily lowly moaned before huskily telling John to continue.

"Next, Emily, I'll slowly undo your blouse, and then kiss your exposed skin; by now I'd have made your slutty cunt cum a few more times," John told her. And with what he's both doing and saying, she felt her release; whereupon, and realising it, John again kissed her.

Soon releasing him, and he in turn her, Emily proffered: "What say we stop talking about it, and get down to actually doing it? I like surprises, okay."

Looking his alluring host in the eyes, Emily being about 5' 6" and several inches lower, John said, as he moved his left hand from her heaving bosom: "May, I? Feel how wet you are, I mean."

Relaxing herself while moving her legs and thighs apart, John grazed his fingernails down the front of her pleated navy skirt, before moving it underneath the hem, which he then gathered up as his hand moved closer.

"Emmn, no panties," he murmured huskily, upon feeling her wiry pubes.

"Now, why is that?" exclaimed John, as he cupped Emily's pussy mound and took in the humid feel of her red bush.

"Would you like me to put some on for you, John?" Mrs Stevens proffered, having no doubt washed the ones she was wearing.

"What about the black g-string? Red would look a bit odd with your bush," he said, taking his hand away.

Moist from her permeation, John then raised his hand to his mouth, and licked his fingers. "I'll smell your slutty cunt, later, when I slowly slide your panties down, before feasting on your pussy and then ass!" he elucidated; after which, and having put her black panties on, John ushered Tom's mother to the lounge.

"I take it you've got some porn, you and Mark no doubt watch, to get you in the mood," John exclaimed more than asked.

"No, we don't, I'm all the encouragement he needs," Emily told him. "Now, where, how do you want me, John?" she asked hungrily.

"It's your home, Emily. Also, it's kinda nice if a woman takes the lead every once in a while, show that she's interested and not simply compliant," he told her.

Being your average British woman, Emily had been brought up to accept that you had sex at the man's behest; whenever he wanted it. And so John's invitation somewhat took her by surprise. Yes, she had wanted to fuck him, something she'd fantasised about since she first saw John, when she visited her son, however, she never envisaged it would ever happen.

Not wanting to appear to be too much of a ‘slut' (as John had called her), by kneeling on the floor, and since the sofa was against the wall, Emily had John stand on it, for now - until she'd undone his jeans and pulled down his pants - before directing him to sit on the sturdy backrest.

Taking his young manhood in her right hand, Emily Remarked: "You weren't kidding about it being big, John," as she barely managed to wrap her fingers around it, while being unconcerned as to whether she'll be able to take it, as her husband was similarly proportioned.

Managing to just about stroke the warm shaft of his firm prick, Emily cupped his humid ball sac with her other hand.

"So, you want me to suck on this prime specimen of cock for you," she evinced, while playfully fondling his balls.

"Emn, yes, Emily, ‘til I shoot my hot spunk in your slutty mouth," John intimated.

"You don't consider me a whore, then?" Emily pondered to him, before lowering herself to run her tongue tip around John's glans.

"Would you like me to play you as one?" he rejoined, considering her earlier remark about being dirty.

"So long as you make a good job of fucking me with this, I don't much mind," Emily intimated, before drawing the head closer to her mouth and then sucking on it for a while.

"That's it. Now slide your lips up and down it, like a good little whore, Emily," John presently directed her; shortly after which, she slowly slid her moist mouth down and up his warm shaft, something she managed to do so for some while, and without any encouragement from John.

"Emn, yes, you lovely fucking slut, suck it nice and slow like that," John said encouragingly.

Fanning her hand out, so as to take more of it, Emily, almost eager to taste his hot cum and have it trickle down her throat, moved with a bit more zeal. Realising what the woman wanted, John then moved her hands to either side of his thighs, and then, placing his right hand at the back of her head, motioned her back and forth on his turgid hard-on.

"Emn, yes, that's it, Emily, you dirty whore, suck my cock, take it all the way down," he told her, moments after which, she felt him swell, pulse, and jerk; John's hot cock cream jetting out inside Emily's mouth, which it filled as he continued to pump his hot seed inside it.

"Emn, emn," she slurred, doing her best to swallow down John's salty jism, some of which seeped from the sides of her mouth.

"Em, you're quite the compliant slut, Ms Stevens," John gloated, from above her, as she continued to milk him.

Presently lifting Emily up by the pointed lapels of her blouse, the top button of which had become unfastened, John had her sit where he was, and then stood at the same level height as her.

"Do you -" he began to ask. Only for Emily to then place her finger on his lips.

"Surprise me, John," she said. "I am, after all, your compliant little whore."

Moving her finger away, John kissed her forehead, eyelids, nose, lips (top and bottom), as he undid the second button of her chemise, and part exposed her shoulders, causing Emily to lowly moan at the tenderness of his touch.

After kissing each cheek, John moved his hand from cradling her chin, so that he could then kiss it. Having done so, he then tilted Emily's head back, kissing her exposed neck as he set about undoing another couple of buttons, which soon resulted in goose pimples around the erotically aroused woman's jugular.

"Emn, yes, John, more please, make me cum," she enticed him.

"Whores aren't supposed to cum, Emily," he stated.

"Can't, yes, we, emn, like that, make an exception, then?" she almost beseeched John, he fondling her left breast while kissing along her exposed clavicle.

"What will you do to me if I do cum, emn?" exclaimed Emily, just as she did so.

"Surprise, remember," John said, unfastening some more of her buttons to expose her thin white bra.

Noticing there weren't any shoulder straps, John reached around her, and presently had the brassiere unclipped. And as the cups fall away, he noticed how firm her breasts were.

"Now that's what I call a perfect pair of tits. All yours, no doubt?" exclaimed John, as he, having removed her bra, dropped it on the sofa beside them.

"Feel them up, John, and tell me," Emily invitingly proffered. And after she had moved the opening of her shirt to either side of them, John caressed them, kneaded them, and rolled her nipples betwixt thumb and forefinger while again cupping them.

"Do you want to cum, again, Emily?" John teased, and then lowered his mouth to kiss her.

As their tongues soon entwined, her breathing became more deeper, more intense, and soon she was caught up in the raptures of another orgasm.

"Huh, huh, huh," she gasped, when John eventually relinquished her lips.

"I want, your cock, inside me, John, huh, huh, huh," Emily almost pleaded.

"You'll get it, but only when I'm good and ready to give it to you. Remember, you're my little whore," he told her.

"Yes, yes, I'm your slut, whore, John," she agreeably rejoined.

"And one who's cunt will be seriously nailed," John elucidated, as he lowered his head toward her right breast, which he then kissed, before running his tongue around Emily's dark areola and then licking, sucking, and taking her nipple between his guarded teeth.

"Emn, emn," the young man moaned, as he feasted on its warmth and texture.

"Sittthh," Emily sighed languidly, in response.

Once John had finished pleasuring both her tits, leaving her nipples red and quite swollen, he undid the rest of her chemise so that he could pamper her midriff, before...!

"Please, John, let me lie down," Ms Stevens pleaded.

"Okay," John agreeably rejoined. "First, let me remove your skirt, and just your skirt," he added.

Slowly sliding down from the back of the sofa to a standing position, Emily, resting her shapely butt against it, unhurriedly removed her blouse as she watched John disrobe her lower region.

Taking hold of the button on her skirts waistband, John soon had it undone. Showing no sign of any nervousness, he then slid down the zipper with a rasp before letting the navy blue skirt fall away. As it did, John noticed goose pimples on her thighs, and subsequently enquired if Emily was nervous as he stepped down from the sofa.

"Not so much that, but until your flat's fixed up, John, we'll be living under the same roof," Emily elucidated, as she, with John's polite assistance, having gotten down, made herself comfortable.

Presently kissing her midriff and tickling her naval with his tongue tip, Emily, resting her right hand on his hair, said: "I know I'm your compliant little whore, John, but would you -"

Almost reading her mind, John immediately assured her: "Em, leave it to me."

Standing up, John removed his trainers, jeans, and dark blue top, before positioning himself, knelt between Emily's knees. Leaning forwards, he then moved his hands to either side of her panties waistband.

"Em, let's see what we've got under here, then," John coyly said. And as the young man drew Emily's g-string down, he breathed in the scent of her sweet cunt.

"Emn, you smell divine," John extolled, as he moved his head closer and then kissed the exposed flesh just above the waist of her black panties, which was also above her pussy mound; the odd few reddish hairs noticeable on her skin and the black material he now held.

Lowering it a bit more, John exposed her copper bush even further and soon her clit with its hood. Managing to keep her g-string in place, John teased back the fleshy cover with his left thumb and finger and then, having extended his tongue, flicked it around the small nodule, soon making Mrs Stevens climax...

Meanwhile, and somewhere across town, Emily's husband, Mark, called the restaurant to confirm the booking, only to be told that someone phoned him at home yesterday (when he wasn't there) and... Realising that Emily knows of the surprise, Mark managed to get it changed for earlier that evening, 6pm, and arranges to leave work early so that he can have a shower and change his clothes, while realising how long it will take Emily to also get washed, and more to the point dressed herself.

...Having now removed Emily's g-string, John set about pampering her pouting pussy mound with soft moist kisses.

"Emn, emn, yes, John, make my slutty fuck hole wet, so you can ram your lovely thick cock into my tight whore hole, and punish me with it," intimated Emily, as John raised her legs and spread her thighs, exposing both her anus and cooze to his attention.

Managing to peel back her labia with his left thumb and fingers, John teased her exposed pink vulva before bringing his right hand into play. With it poised in front of her openness, John flicked his finger back against it.

"Oh Christ! John," Emily cried out, in response to the first. "Oh God, again, please," exclaimed Ms Stevens, as she felt the second, at which point, Emily climaxed, her juices almost spurting out from her exposed quim.

"Emm, I thought I told you that whores don't cum," John reminded her, moving himself forward to lick up her sweet essence.

"You'll just have to punish your disobedient whore, then; emn, yes, John," Emily moaned, as she felt three fingers of his moist right hand worm their way inside her butt.

"I see you like my ass; continue with that, and your slut whore will cum again. Oh God, yes, more John, make me cum, please," she almost begged, as John's tongue on her wet pussy, along with his ass play, caused another climax to well up inside her.

"Enough of this, John. I want you to make me get on my hands and knees, like the whory bitch I am, then I want you to slam your cock into my fuck holes," Emily insistently appealed to him.

Moving up and over Emily, John lightly slapped her left buttock, then each of her breasts in turn.

"Emmn," she lowly whimpered each time.

"I say what happens, whore, alright. Now, turn over, and get on your hands and knees," John masterfully instructed her, as he moved to, and stood up.

"That's it. Now, your knees, further apart," he enjoined, before placing his left leg on the sofa behind her.

"Like this, John?" Emily asked compliantly.

"Em, yes, that'll do," he rejoined.

Placing his left palm above the small of Ms Stevens's back, he directed her upper body and shoulders lower. Then, and with his thick engorged cock in his other hand, John edged closer.

Having soon motioned the head of his once more erect cock, up and down Emily's slit - so as to make it moist - John then jerked the crown inside her pussy, it's wetness causing him to propel forwards, and immediately fill up her lovely warm cunt.

"God, you're fucking wet, Emily," exclaimed John, as he withdrew himself.

"Emmn," she murmured, with pleasure, feeling a different cock to that of her husband's inside her vulva, pulling back some, before once more spearing into her.

With both of them in a pleasurably erotic world of their own - John hammering Emily's cunt as he'd previously intimated - neither of them heard Mark's key in the lock, which it then opened; nor, for that matter, have they heard the door close behind him.

However, when he entered the lounge: "Hi, love," exclaimed Mark casually, putting his briefcase down.

"Don't stop, John, continue fucking me, I was almost there," Emily appealed, having he done so, and with her on the edge of another climax.

Not quite sure, exactly, what to make of this scene, John, nevertheless, slowly fucked Emily, and all while her husband casually watched.

"So, John, how is my slut of a wife?" her husband enquired cheerily, before stepping closer.

"It's okay, son, we're quite liberated," Mark assured him.

"Have you tried the whore's tight ass, yet?" he ventured, placing his right knee on the armrest in front of her.

"Open it for him, love, show John, here, what you like the most," Mark told her, before sliding down the zip of his suit trouser fly, and taking out his erect cock.

Reaching behind herself, Emily spread her ass cheeks for John while she extended her tongue for the crown of Mark's cock, which he then lowered it on to.

"What with Tom being grown up and all, we've become a couple of swingers, Em', here, getting to enjoy being fucked by men and women alike," Mark boldly informed young John, before sliding his erection into his wife's mouth, followed by their temporary lodger vacating Emily's ginger haired pussy for a more tighter fuck hole.

"Emngh, emngh," she presently vociferated, as both men fucked their thick cocks into her.

"Mind if I get underneath my wife, young John? That way we can both nail the slut at the same time," Mark proffered.

Buoyed by the young couples frankness, John obligingly took himself from her close fitting rectum; after which, and having already released her ass cheeks, Emily Rolled part way over, and onto her left side, so that her husband could lay where she previously was.

Once he was there, she directed John to where her husband was, and then squats over him, taking Mark's cock in her hand, and, like the dutiful wife she is, feeding it into her wet pussy.

"Em, you've done a good job, son," exclaimed Mark, having immediately noticed her receptive and well-lubricated quim.

Moving herself forward, Emily invitingly extended her tongue, in readiness to suck her ass juice from John's erection.

"You really are a whore," he exclaimed, as she willingly feasted on it.

Soon releasing the young man, as Mark continued to work his wife up and down his thick shaft, Emily rejoined: "I don't get paid, but, other than that, yeah, I suppose I am. I love sex, John, and the pleasure it gives me, if that makes me, any woman for that matter, a whore, then so be it," she intimated, eloquently.

Noticing a wry grin break out on John's face, as she again sucked his thick member, Emily suddenly realised, what if he tells their son, Tom, about his slut mother.

"You will keep this to yourself, John," Emily somewhat pleaded. "If you do, I'll come and visit you once or twice a month, and be your obedient whore," she assured him.

"That's okay, Emily, your secret's safe with me," John allayed her.

And from below her, Mark added: "We're going to a party on Sunday, John. If you'd like, you can come along. There'll be plenty of women there, young and about Em's age, who'd just love to get to know you."

What with Mark's and Emily's suggestions, and the way that she's now sucking him, John clasped his hands to her head, and, having jerked himself back and forth, almost spasmodically, soon fired another salvo of his hot salty semen in to Emily's receptive mouth.

"Fuck, you two are un-fucking believable!" exclaimed John, as Emily milked his cock of its creamy substance.

"Why don't you sit on the back of the sofa, young John, then you can watch me fuck this ho's dirty ass for her," Mark directed him.

Doing as her husband suggested, Mark had Emily kneel in front of him; whereupon, she took John's cock into her mouth, and set about pleasurably restoring it's once tumescent stature.

With her knees apart, Mark moved behind his horny wife, and soon guided his thick erection into her anus.

"Emngh," she vociferated, as he filled her tight asshole up, fingers of his right hand in her ginger hair, motioning her mouth and lips, back and forth on John's ever responsive prick.

Reaching under Emily, Mark cupped her heaving left breast with his humid palm, almost clamping the swollen nipple between thumb and forefinger. Holding onto her like this, he then thrust his cock back and forth of Emily's ass; his groin slapping her rump, and then his scrotum doing likewise to her hairy cunt and clit - pleasuring his lovely sexy wife in all departments.

"Emngh, emngh, emngh," she murmured, with the ecstatic concentrated pleasure, the like of which, made her climax at least twice, before Mark let up, and released her from John.

"Huh, huh, huh," she continued to gasp after; saliva, from having been made to rigorously suck John's cock, trickling from both her mouth and his glans.

"Your turn, John, and nail her good," Mark encouraged him; whereupon, and having presently filled Emily's backside with his thick rigid cock, John enquired more about the suggested party.

"Well, it's more forward thinking than others," Emily said, as he laid it to her butt with some alacrity. "Em, that's it, John, give me more of it, fuck my whore ass," she directed the young man; not bothering to hold herself open for him this time.

"It has more men than women, that way, there's plenty of cocks to satisfy our needs, although you've shown you can more than handle yourself, so far," Emily elucidated, as she prepared to again suck on her husband's cock.

Realising that he could probably fit into this kind of lifestyle, and remembering how Emily had wanted him to talk dirty to her, John grabbed up her short hair, and, pulling Emily up so that she was looking Mark in the eyes, said: "Tell Mark what I'm doing to you."

"His lovely young thick cock is up my ass, Mark, it's fucking me hard and fucking deep, jerking into me with precision and force. I want to stop myself from cumming in front of you, while another man screws my dirty tight whore hole, but I can't, I can't," she explicated pitifully.

And just then, as John gave one more telling thrust, Emily came, and came, her secretions almost splashing on the sofa, she's that open and horny.

"Emnngh, emmngh," she cried out, as John skewered her on his cock before stopping with it wedged and lodged inside her.

"Emn, I want to cum on your face," John blurted out, in his pleasured excitement, before realising his position.

Explaining to Emily that he'd changed the restaurant booking to tonight, hence the reason he came home early, what with them both needing to have a shower, anyway, Mark happily agreed to young John's suggestion.

This time, and again laid underneath his wife, Emily squatted over Mark, in a reverse cowgirl position, and directed his cockhead towards her well used anus.

"Let me, oh fuck, yes, lovely and fucking tight," Emily commended, as she slowly fucked her ass up and down her husband's rigid shaft. "Let me ride his cock for a bit, John, then you can fill my ‘ginger puss' with your cock," she told him.

Going along with her request, John waited for Emily to come to a halt and beckon him forwards. Then, and with her hands braced on Mark behind her, he reached around, motioning her thighs back and her pussy open and inviting.

"There you go, young John, stick your cock in my wife's cunt and let's fuck her," Mark said.

"That's it, all the way in me," Emily encouraged him. "I just love having my cunt and ass nailed at the same time; it makes me so fucking wet from cumming, so, come on, John, fuck me, and fuck me good and hard," Emily told him.

Leaning over her, as best he could, John gave it his all.

"Oh God, Christ, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fu—ck ME!" Emily all but screamed, as she climaxed, and in doing so, the muscles of her vulva and cervix - John's cock imbedded that deep inside her - flexed and pulsated against his shaft.

"Fuck, yes, I'm gonna cum," John announced, shortly.

Just about managing to extract himself from Emily's still pulsating pussy, John quickly lurched, more than stood up. Managing to take control of his throbbing cock, he ejected his warm sticky spunk over the face, and in the mouth of his flatmate's mum, she, once more welcoming his cock into her warm sanctuary before sucking it dry.

Afterwards, and with some residue of his cum seeping from her mouth, John, leaving the modern, liberated couple to be alone, collected up his clothes and got dressed in his room, all the while wondering what Sunday, and Emily's promised visits would bring.

Epilogue: With John being young and in the prime of manhood, he enjoyed himself at the party on Sunday. There, he serviced three women, two in their early 20's and one about Emily's age, while Mark's wife enjoyed being taken like the dirty slut she conducted herself to be, by three and four men.

True to her word, and although there was no repeat of what had happened while John continued his stay, Emily visited him at his flat. (See part 8: ‘Just visiting'.)