Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 22: Neighbors Look Out for You
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 22: Neighbors Look Out for You - 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
Dad left the screen and a naked Mom stepped forward, “Well, I’m going to fuck all of you and show you what love is.” She stood with her hands on her wide hips, her breasts heavy with milk, and she hadn’t shaved, but the pubic hair made her look more womanly, more fertile. She still had her baby belly from Polona. Even through the old, off-color video, she radiated sexuality, like the goddess of womanhood, who can give birth and have an overpowering sexual presence at the same time. The ultimate wife.
My insides twisted, as my kitty tingled, and my nipples ached. I almost totally lost it, because I had never thought of Mom as a sexual human being. But at that moment something switched, I mean, I wanted her, I wanted her to include me, to show me love, the sexual kind, the kind that means safe and supportive and very naughty. Shame filled me, but my horny mind very much overrode any rational thought.
Mrs. Reynolds turned off the video, which caused me grief and a momentary flash of anger, but the afterimage of Mom’s smile quickly replaced the anger with love and a dose of lust. I placed the water on the coffee table and sat on the edge of the couch, and stared at the black, blank TV, because I didn’t know what to say, think, or feel.
“Your parents still feel that way. They love you and Polona equally and infinitely,” Mrs. Reynolds said and tapped the cushion beside her. I shifted around, but instead of sitting, I laid on the couch, my head in her lap, as I used to with Mom when she watched her history documentaries and allowed me to stay up past my bedtime with her. A special event that Polona always complained about because they never let her stay up past her bedtime. I may have grinned at Polly and stuck my tongue out, which caused Polly to throw something, like a glass, and get sent to bed. Definite win!
“How is that possible? You can’t love two people the exact same amount.” I moved my hands up till they rested beside my head. Outside, birds fluttered between the trees, and our neighbor trimmed the bushes around her house. I knew math, and the chances that the two values of love would ever match, well, not possible. Sure, how do you quantify love into numbers, but if you could, they totally wouldn’t match.
“Infinitely, means infinite, without end, that’s the love of a parent.” She brushed my hair off my forehead and I shifted my head so that I could look up at her. Her eyes glistened in the sunlight, her cheeks rosy, her upper lip dry, with a small split on the right side. She had a mole on her left temple and a red blemish under her right ear. She glowed in the sunlight and reminded me of Mom in the video, but she still didn’t make sense. Like sure, infinite exists in concept, but not in reality. Nothing’s infinite.
“But, how’s that possible?” I asked, soft, because while I knew what she would say, I had no idea how a parent, much less my parents, could love Polly and me the same, and infinity has no real tangible analogue, just a theoretical construct, and a super confusing one at that.
“It just is. Something you need to experience to understand, like, what did it feel like to kiss your first girl,” Mrs. Reynolds said with a smile, small, with just the edges turned up, but with deep wrinkles beside her eyes, over her nose, and across her forehead, which reminded me of her age and experience, but also made her more beautiful. A sunbeam highlighted her face, which might have caused the squint. But in my heart, I knew she smiled and squinted to remember her children and husband and the love they all shared.
“It was soft, and she smelled similar to me, but different, heavier, and her tongue swished across my teeth, and I enjoyed kissing her, and could have kissed her...” I said, and Mrs. Reynolds interrupted and finished the sentence with, “forever.”
She continued, “You can’t really explain it, because it’s something that someone needs to experience. Our language doesn’t have the words, or maybe it does, and I just don’t know them. You will understand one day about infinite love, at least I hope you experience it.” Sure, that made sense in the abstract, but what? Definitely, it didn’t make sense, but in a way, it kinda did.
“Like what I have with Dad, and Mom, and even Polly,” I said, because I suddenly understood what she meant. I loved them more than anything, and no matter what happens, I will always love them. Even Polly, which maybe, kinda, answered my question earlier, but I also hated her. Too confusing.
“Yes, and that’s why Free Love’s so hard. Our emotions, especially for people close to us, run deep, which means they can cause great upheavals in our lives.” She stroked my forehead, absent-minded, like my mother used to, or Pol did a few times after I received a B on an assignment, and Mom and Dad didn’t understand the horror of that. Yeah, I could see that. I hated Polona with all my heart, but I also loved her, and I think she loved me, even though she made my life hell.
“So, I shouldn’t do it,” I said to partially annoy her, because the memory of Pol had switched my mind to a more mischievous bent, because after Polly stroked my forehead, she always tickled me. We had a tickle fight, which she let me win, although, at the time, I hadn’t realized that. How do people process that?
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