The Estate
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Life on a modern housing estate, interactions, infidelity, shenanigans and blackmail all occur in a small radius of just a few houses
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Incest Mother Sister Interracial White Male Indian Female Oral Sex
Lena waved at me from up the street, I waved back, and she beckoned me. I walked up. “Hi Lena.” Normal people were nice, and compared to Margot, I classed Lena as very normal.
“Hello stranger. Come in and have a coffee. The kettle has just boiled; it’ll only take a moment to get hot enough.” I followed her into her house. I slipped my sliders off and left them by the door and followed her into the kitchen. The kettle was coming to the boil. She turned to me, a grin on her face. “A kiss is out of the question?”
“Heck no, Lena, of course not.” I took her into my arms and kissed her fully on the lips, my hands gripping her buttocks as I pulled her to me, turning all the anger with Margot into passion for Lena.
“Wow.” Lena pulled back and looked at me. “I wasn’t expecting that. That kiss was as hot as they came. Wow.”
“I shrugged. “You are inspiring Lena,” I said with a smile on my face. All the anger was gone.
“Sod the coffee,” Lena said, “let’s get upstairs.”
Lena was pulling her top off as we went upstairs, and her bra was undone and off as we entered her bedroom. My clothes soon followed, and as I turned to Lena, she was already naked on her bed. There is one thing I really love about her fanny: her outer lips are fat and plump, and her inner lips just show without peeking through. It is a hell of a sexy look. I wasted no time and dived between her legs and licked along those beautiful, sexy lips. There was a slight taste of her; I guess she had washed earlier, and an hour or so of perspiration had flavoured her without tainting her.
“Just put it in, Jase; I just want a pounding.”
Always one to oblige, I moved up, and as I kissed her, her hand reached down and guided my dick into her warm wet passage. Oh goodness, she was ready and wanting.
“I have not been able to stop thinking about the other day.” She said between knickers as I fucked in and out of her. I don’t want us to become a thing, but boy, I had forgotten how good great sex can be. You seem to be available and without strings, and so...”
I concentrated on fucking her, my dick sliding between those fat, meaty flaps, diving deep inside her, her response a grunt each time I was fully inside her, my balls resting on the fanny end of her buttocks.
“Oh God, Jase, yes, don’t stop. Yes, that’s it, yes. Yes.” Her fanny clamped around my dick as she came; I was a thrust or two behind, and then I filled her with ropes of my spunk and sank down on top of her. I rolled off her and lay by her side.
“Thank you for having me,” I said with a laugh in my voice.
“Thank you for entering on request,” she replied.
“You two disgust me; how can you?” Henry was standing in the open doorway.
“Henry!” Lena exclaimed, “Can’t you give people privacy?”
I had expected Lena to be mad, but she wasn’t; she was quite calm. “Come in here, Henry; don’t skulk in the doorway, and I thought that you were at work.”
Henry came in and looked at us. There was nowhere really to hide; we were lying on the covers, my dick had relaxed, and I guessed Lena’s fanny was leaking my white deposit. Henry had seen it all in action, and so there was nothing to do but confront the situation.
“Is this what you do whilst I am at work? Shag him? Really?”
“Henry, please. No. This is the first time he has been here. It was just a spontaneous moment.”
“Well, why am I not allowed to have spontaneous moments? Why can’t I shag him? So unfucking fair, Mom, so unfucking fair.”
“I think I should probably leave and let you two discuss it,” I said, but Lena put her arm across my chest.
“No, Jase, you stay there a moment. Henry, you really are still young; you have your whole life ahead of you, and your first time – well, I had hoped that your first time would be with someone special.”
“Mom, stop it. You are being selfish. I am legally a woman; there is no reason why I can’t fuck someone. There is no reason why I can’t fuck Jase. I am not looking for a boyfriend; I just want his dick in my cunt. Simple.” Henry was standing with her arms folded across her chest, staring at her mother.
“Right then, Henry. Is that what you really want? You want Jase to fuck you?” What was going on? I was getting a little concerned at what I was being let into; my dick, on the other hand, seemed quite happy to play and was firming up quite nicely.
“Yes. I want him to fuck me and do it properly. I want him inside me; I want him to bust me open.” Oh Jesus, my dick, having heard all this, was by now rock hard.
“Right then, Henry. Get your clothes off. Show Jase your boobs and fanny, show him your body and then see if you can fuck him. He will lie on the bed, and you, my girl, can do all the work. And then that will be the end of it. You don’t pester him again. Okay?”
This was weird, and I mean seriously weird. What mother lets her daughter fuck the man she has just fucked?
Henry started undressing, her bravado a little subdued now that her mom had confronted her and basically put her in the position to put up or shut up. Down to bra and knickers, not matching, and then naked. Her boobs were young and pert, and her fanny looked inviting.
“Get on top of him, Henry. You say you know all about it; well, you are going to be the woman on top, and you get to do the work. The plus side is that you are in control of how much of him is inside you, and you can stop and pull off and away whenever you like.”
Did nobody even care what I thought? Did anybody wonder if I actually wanted to fuck her? To fuck her in front of her mother. This was seriously weird. I knew women that had given their daughters condoms, but to actually give them their first fuck was just something else.
Henry climbed on the bed and straddled me, squashing my dick as she rested her weight on me. “Lift yourself up, Henry; you are not going to get his dick inside you if you just lie on him.” Henry raised herself and stopped pressing my dick into my belly.
“Right, reach down and hold his dick, slide it up and down your sex to give it some lubrication, and then place his dick at your entrance and very gently begin to lower yourself and let him enter you.”
I was just a passenger, a sight seer, a willing but non-participatory contributor. Lena was controlling this. I could see what she was doing; she was giving her daughter what her daughter thought she wanted, but in a safe, controlled environment. She was taking emotion out of it and just letting Henry get the one thing she had been going on about for weeks.
Henry slowly settled on me; I felt no resistance and assumed she had got rid of her hymen with a toy of some kind. Slowly Henry lowered herself until she had fully enveloped me.
“Right, Henry, now rock back and forth, raising and lowering yourself slightly as you do it. Don’t raise too much, or his dick will fall out. As you get the hang of it, you can go a little faster and faster. If you can, squeeze his dick with your fanny. Don’t worry if you can’t do it; you will learn, and practising with a dildo will help a lot.”
Henry was fucking me. Not expertly but effectively. I could feel that my balls were tightening and getting ready to spray into new territory. I wondered how Henry felt; I wondered if this really was her first fuck, or whether some boy had shafted her before.
“Er,” I said, “I am going to...”
“That’s fine; she wants you to. I want you too, and then hopefully when she goes to her room full of your sperm, it will help her realise what she asked for. And hopefully she will leave us alone.”
My climax overtook me, and as Henry was on a downstroke, I pushed up hard into her, and my balls released their contents, and I flooded Henry’s womb. Up and up I thrust as my spasms emptied me, and then I lay back utterly drained. Two climaxes in a short time had taken their toll. Henry looked at me as if to say, ‘Is that it?’ She lifted herself off me, and some of my sperms dripped out of her.
“Go and get yourself cleaned up, Henry. You and I are going to talk later, and shut my bedroom door on your way out.” An authoritative tone, Henry went. I wondered if Henry’s crotch and insides felt as she expected. Lena just smiled at her back, and then after the door was closed, she turned her attention to me.
“You okay?” she asked. “Only I could not see any other way of dealing with her. Hopefully that will be the end of her pestering you.”
“Yes, I am okay. It felt odd, as if I wasn’t really a participant. And what if it isn’t the end?”
Lena sat on the edge of the bed. “You can get dressed if you like. Well, if Henry carries on being a pest, then I guess we will deal with it at that time. I didn’t think that you would object to another fanny to add to your collection. Sorry.”
I was pretty much dressed and ran my fingers through my hair to give it a semblance of tidiness when I left. I stood and said quietly, in case ears were listening, “No need to apologise, and in truth, I prefer my ladies a little older and definitely more experienced. You need not worry; I shall not be trying to get into Henry’s knickers anytime soon.”
I decided it was time. Jools was at work, and I had no meetings for a few hours. I walked up to Greeta’s and tried her door; it was unlocked. I opened it as quietly as I could and entered. I could hear Greeta upstairs. I slipped my shoes off and went up. I could see she was in her bedroom, her back to the door, looking at something on her phone. I rushed in, grabbed her, and threw her face down on the bed.
I put my hand up her dress, and I grabbed her knickers at the crotch and tore them open. She was squealing and saying ‘no’, but I was not to be stopped; she had said she wanted this, and I had a recording of her saying it on my security system at home. I pulled my trousers down; I was not wearing underwear to make this easier, lined my dick up and forced it hard into her fanny.
She was absolutely soaking, almost as if she were full of cum. Had she been fucked this morning? I hadn’t seen anyone arrive or leave, or was she just so turned on? I gave no mind to her pleasures and just fucked her fast and hard, my stomach slapping against her arse cheeks, a chorus of obscene noises to go with the swish of my dick pummelling her wet fanny.
She was moving her arms, trying to get at me; I grabbed at her hands and held them down onto the bed. Her ruined knickers flapped around her arse as I emptied my lust inside her. One last deep thrust and my balls were empty and her fanny full.
I slipped out of her fanny and stood back up.
“Bastard,” she said. “Utter fucking bastard. Those knickers were twenty-five quid and match the bra I have on.”
“Didn’t even look at them, nor your bra. Were you seeing someone special later? Is that why you were wearing a matching set?”
“I was going to come round and see you and find out why you haven’t been around, as I was expecting.”
“Ah well, I came to see you instead, and I believe I followed your instructions? I think you said, ‘Rip my knickers off and fuck me.’”
“Well, you certainly did that. For the past week I have been wearing cheapo knickers in the hopes that you would come and do that. But you never did.”
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