Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 21: Neighbors Help Plan Your Life
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 21: Neighbors Help Plan Your Life - Part of the Unleashed Series. Zer causes her older neighbor to have an accident, so with guilt in her heart, she vows to help her neighbor. In the process, her neighbor helps her learn new things and grow from a naive, innocent little girl into a confident young woman. Slow serial. Thirty-Six Chapters. Some chapters contain incest scenes with father, mother, and sister, Polly. Of note: this story has hardcore sex scenes, but also character development.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Mother Sister Father Light Bond Group Sex Orgy First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts Teacher/Student Slow
Mom arrived home at the same time as me. She gave me a funny look, but she always said I needed to get out more, so she didn’t comment. I gave her a good night kiss just before she went into the washroom to freshen up. She smelled of sex, of cum, which a month ago I thought the smell meant hard work, but more worldly, I recognized the scent. Her hair stuck to the side of her face, crusted to it with a thin translucent sheen, and she had done up her buttons on her work shirt wrong, with her black lace bra covered in moist drops.
Anger erupted inside me, but I didn’t know why. I knew Mom and Dad did sexual things, I saw the videos, but somehow the thought that she tried to hide it from me, or Dad, wait, did Dad know? He must. Which meant, what? I didn’t know, but I vowed to talk to Mrs. Reynolds about it.
The next morning, Mrs. Reynolds listened to my account of the night, then told me about hers, which, wow, way more exciting, and then listened as I talked about Mom and her obvious cum bath. On the TV, the soap opera had abandoned the murder plot line and instead focused on the mother-daughter relationship. Mrs. Reynolds said, “In real life, as they wrote the episodes, a massive scandal broke out about incest within the ruling family of a third-world country, so the show wanted to exploit the titillation and people’s interest in incest.”
“What should I do about last night? I kinda like her, but not that much, and you said to explore, try new things and new people, but what if I screw up, or they don’t like me, and I kinda like guys, and girls, but guys more, and I keep having these dreams about Dad, but not Mom, just Dad, and once Polona,” I said, in a burst to get everything out, scared that if I stopped, my words would die in my throat. I don’t know why, but as I spilled my thoughts and fears, I felt lighter, and realized that just speaking about it helped.
“You can like both men and women. I do,” Mrs. Reynolds said, with a faraway smile. My stomach flipped when she said women, and my thoughts went back to the videos of Dad and her, but with me added. An image of me in Mrs. Reynolds’ spot, Dad behind me, his firm hands on my hips, his penis inside me, while my tongue tasted Mrs. Reynolds. In the background, Pol sat, legs wide, pussy spread, and cheered me on with comments about how good I looked and how she wished she could switch places with me.
“But you’re...” I started to say, ‘old,’ but switched to, “mature,” at the last second. On the TV, the girl and boy, half-siblings, kissed, his hand up her shirt. Behind them, the sun set and cast everything in a strange orange glow. The mother barged in, face red, mouth wide, eyes wide, while her son stammered to say something. The daughter beckoned, and the mother joined them in the kissing. They removed clothing, and while we, the audience, never saw naked nipples or his penis, the camera came very close, but too quickly faded to the father at a huge wooden desk sorting mail.
“Yes, but I have always liked both,” Mrs. Reynolds said and pulled me into her arms, like a mother would a child, warm, safe, secure against the world. My head rested on her shoulder as I listened to the closing credits of the soap opera, the gentle melody contrasted with the thump of my heart, a strange, enjoyable polyrhythm.
“Emotions complicate things, which means, you need to know your emotions, know yourself, before you can love someone else,” Mrs. Reynolds whispered as she shifted my head into her lap. She smelled like breakfast, eggs and bacon, but also something sweet, like cum, because, of course, she hadn’t bathed or showered yet. My mind went back to all the times I have smelt that on Mother when she returned from work, on Polly after she returned from school, and that one time, on Greta’s breath when she showed up to class with Randy, a little too close together, elbows touching. I suspected something then, but I also felt happy at Greta’s smile. I still feel happy about her smile and just wish she had talked to me about it after.
I closed my eyes and listened to her breath while the TV played a sitcom about successful brothers who hated each other but had to share an apartment, for reasons. Outside, one of our neighbors worked on their car, which would rev then shut off at random times. Something about the warm sun, her warm body, and the peace of the room helped calm my nerves, almost like I floated above my body.
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