Her Mum Trusted Me. I Fucked Her Daughter Anyway.

Alright, I’m just gonna put this out there because it’s been eating me alive for weeks.

I was 21. My neighbour was 18. Fucking gorgeous. Thick thighs, soft face, the kind of body that looked even better in simple home clothes. We weren’t close. Just occasional chats. We’d post a pic sometimes and drop a compliment. reply with a nice thanks. Nothing deep. But I always felt she was into me . Like she was interested a bit in something . But, I was in beginning of another long distance relationship in early stages. So that I told myself not to cross any lines.

One afternoon her mother called me. Asked if I could come over and help her daughter with some university application forms on the laptop. Her mum always trusted me. Used to call me for small help around the house. I said yes and walked over.

She opened the door wearing this soft, home outfit.. Tight top and a knee length skirt.. her body looked dangerous hot. Her mum was right there. Smiling. Thanking me. We all went into the room. I sat down at the desk with the laptop. She stood beside me. Her mum stood on the other side, watching. For like fifteen minutes her mum didn’t leave. Just stayed there while I showed her how to open the form and fill the basic details. I could smell her from where I was sitting. Intense, sweet. Kept distracting me.

Finally her mum got a call and walked out. Door stayed open though.

The second we were alone, she leaned a little closer and quietly said, “You put on deodorant or something? You smell nice.”

I looked at her, kept my voice low and slow, and said, “You smell even better.”

She didn’t pull away. Instead her hand slowly came down and rested on top of mine on the mouse pad. Soft fingers. Warm. She left it there. I felt my cock twitch hard under the table. I was afraid of her mother.

I told her to sit so she could fill the next part herself. She sat down in the chair. I stood a little behind her, still close. That’s when her mum suddenly walked back in, said someone had come to the house, and closed the door behind her as she left. Just like that. Door shut. Us alone in the room. Mother somewhere in the next room.

I knew it was now or never.

I moved in from behind her. Slowly, casually , Put my hands over hers on the mouse pad like I was showing her something on the screen. My chest almost touching her back. My face right next to her ear. I could hear how heavy she was breathing. Same as me. The air between us felt thick and hot.

I turned my head just enough, she turned too, we kissed!

It was soft at first and It was hungry. She kissed me back just as hard. Mouth open. Tongues right away. I didn’t waste time. My hand slid up under her top and grabbed her boob. Soft, heavy, perfect. I squeezed and she moaned into my mouth. Loud enough that I quickly covered her lips with my other hand. She was breathing hard against my palm while I kept squeezing and playing with her nipple through the bra.

I kissed down her neck while my other hand went lower. Under her skirt. Straight between her legs.. She was already soaked. I moved her panty sideways and I rubbed her clit in fast little circles and she throbbed hard against my fingers. Her ass pushed back into my crotch and she felt how stiff I was. She let out another muffled sound against my hand.

We kept going like that. Sloppy, wet kissing. Me rubbing her clit faster while I squeezed her tits. Both of us listening for any footsteps outside the door. Heart racing. Knowing her mother could walk in any second. That risk made everything ten times hotter. She was dripping onto my fingers. Legs slightly open. Breathing like she was about to cum already.

Then we heard a voice outside and froze.

I pulled my hand out. She fixed her skirt fast. I stepped back. We both sat there trying to look normal, chests still rising and falling hard, lips swollen, the room smelling like sex even though we hadn’t even fucked yet. My fingers were still sticky, I sucked those looking at her eyes. She almost drooled.

We didn’t get to finish anything that day.

But three days later we talked about it.

And we decided we needed to meet again.

After that day we both went quiet.

We had enjoyed every second of it but neither of us texted. Too scared. Too risky. I kept checking my phone like an idiot hoping she would say something. She didn’t. I didn’t either. Three full days of silence. My cock still got hard every time I thought about how wet her pussy was on my fingers.

On the third night I changed my WhatsApp pic. Nothing special just a clearer face shot. Within twenty minutes she reacted with “ahem good dp 👀”.

That was enough.

I started with random stuff. How was the application going… did her mum say anything… normal neighbour shit. Then I dropped it quick.

“Did you enjoy that day?”

She took a minute then replied “I won’t say.”

I knew what that meant. I typed back “Don’t want more?”

She said “No.”

My stomach dropped for a second. Then I kept flirting a little… calling her out on how hard she was breathing that day… how soaked my fingers got. She finally asked “Did you like it?”

I told her the truth. “I’m still hard thinking about it.”

She just replied “Fuck.”

Before things went further I told her straight. “Before this goes anywhere… I’m in the beginning of a relationship. So I’m not expecting anything serious from you.”

I thought she would back off immediately. Instead she said she was about to say the same thing. She was scared of her mum finding out she was messing around with the neighbour and she already had a crush on someone else.

I didn’t ask if she still wanted to continue. I just said…

“We’re already past that line though. What if one day your crush becomes your boyfriend… will you regret not meeting me again and exploring more of that hotness in you?”

She typed “What hotness?”

I went direct. “Right now my hands have only felt your juice. I want my tongue to slide there.”

She went silent for almost five minutes. I started panicking thinking I had pushed too far. Then she finally replied…

“Can I confess something… I just got wet.”

After that the messages got filthy fast. We sexted for almost two hours. She told me how she had touched herself that same night thinking about my fingers. I told her exactly how I wanted to spread her open and eat her until her legs shook. By the end we had decided to meet the next week. In my car. Somewhere hidden.

The day came.

She got in the front seat looking nervous and already turned on. skirt again. Sleeveless top.

our hands were on each other. I drove with one hand while the other rested high on her thigh. She kept opening her legs a little more every few minutes. By the time we reached the isolated spot behind some trees her breathing was already heavy.

I pulled the car blinds down. We climbed to the back seat. That space was so fucking tight. Knees hitting the front seats… barely any room to move. AC was on full blast but it didn’t matter. The second we started kissing hard our bodies heated up fast.

I pulled her top off. She yanked my shirt over my head. Skirt came next… then my jeans and boxers. In less than a minute we were fully naked in that small back seat. Skin on skin. Already sweaty. The air felt thick. Our bodies stuck a little every time we pressed together.

I laid her down as much as the tight space allowed. Her back against the seat… one leg up on the door… the other bent against the front seat. No room to spread wide but it made everything feel dirtier. I pushed my face between her thighs and licked her from bottom to top in one long slow stroke. She was already dripping. Sweet and messy.

She moaned loud and I had to cover her mouth again. My tongue worked her clit while two fingers pushed inside. The wet sound filled the small car. Every time I sucked harder her hips lifted up and her sweaty thighs squeezed my head. Sweat was running down my back. Down her stomach. Our skin kept sticking and sliding.

She came hard with my tongue on her clit… whole body shaking in that tiny space… feet pressing against the door and seat. I kept licking her through it until she was twitching and pushing at my head.

I sat up as much as I could in the cramped seat… pulled her onto my lap facing me. Her sweaty chest pressed against mine. I held my cock and she sank down on it slow. So fucking wet. She took every inch while we both breathed heavy against each other’s mouths.

The car felt even smaller now. No space. Just her tight pussy gripping me… our sweaty naked bodies pressed tight… skin sliding with every move.

I grabbed her ass with both hands and started fucking up into her. Short hard thrusts because there was no room for long ones. The sound of wet slap of our bodies. Sweat dripped from my chest onto her tits. From her neck onto me. She kept moaning into my mouth… soft broken sounds… while her juices ran down my cock and onto my balls.

She came again with me deep inside… walls squeezing tight… forehead pressed to mine… both of us sweaty and shaking in that small hot space. I couldn’t hold back. I gripped her ass harder… thrust up a few more times… and came deep inside her. Thick pulses. Filling her while she kept grinding slow… milking every drop.

We stayed like that after… still joined… sweaty naked bodies stuck together in the tight back seat… breathing hard… AC blowing cold air on our hot skin but it didn’t cool us down at all.

She looked at me with that fucked out smile and whispered… “We’re definitely doing this again.”

I already knew we would. But she got the admission and moved out of city and then we had some sexting and done. But she stays with my dick aways!