Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 9: Neighbors Know Best
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 9: Neighbors Know Best - 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
Shocked, stunned, mind blown, unable to understand, but also turned on, I stared at the video, to memorize, to take in every detail. Mrs. Reynolds had a thinner body, longer hair, but the same beautiful breasts, with erect nipples that scraped the table. Sweat glistened on her back, and she made small grunts as Dad thrust, bottomed out, and forced her deeper on her husband’s dick. Over, and over, Dad, with his hands on her hips, pulled her back and thrust, again, and again, as if angry with her, hard.
Mr. Reynolds’ muscular forearms disappeared into his wife’s hair as he held it out of the way of her face, his firm ass flexed, and clenched, as she swallowed him, totally, completely, till her lower lips pressed against his balls. Again, and again, in time with Dad’s thrusts.
He stared at Mom on the couch in the background. Compared to Mrs. Reynolds, Mom had smaller breasts that barely moved as she sucked and watched Dad fuck Mrs. Reynolds. The lack of hair around her vulva gave a clear view of her three fingers as they slid deep into her pussy, each of them covered in vaginal discharge that reflected the light, as they dove back inside her. Only the man’s dick head rested in Mom’s mouth, with her tongue on the corona, just under the head. He had hair all over his body, but I couldn’t see much else due to the camera angle and Mom’s head.
Dad had the stupid mullet that he used to wear until Polana convinced him to get a real haircut, and a flat stomach, with abs, a bright white ass, and his dick appeared huge as he fucked Mrs. Reynolds from behind. Much thicker than the dildo Mrs. Reynolds had. With slitted eyes, flared nostrils, and a sneer, he looked determined to get the whole thing inside her.
Dad. Dad, in an orgy. With Mom. With Mrs. and Mr. Reynolds, and another guy, a stranger. My mind screamed, fake, not real, no way. Not Dad, calm, collected, innocent Dad, and definitely not Mom. Like what the fuck? Mom had a stranger’s dick in her mouth and masturbated to Dad behind Mrs. Reynolds. Dad fucked Mrs. Reynolds, who deep-throated her husband, who stared at Mom, in lust, in admiration. Where? Not at our place. In the room with the four cameras. Different lighting, and a different couch, but similar, likely the same, but where?
I clicked off the video, and silence descended on the world, but my heart thumped in my ears. Dad. Mom. What else had they hidden from us? From me?
Worse, the very worst, the scene turned me on. Images of Dad’s dick refused to leave me. Images of him, his anger, his passion, as he slammed his massive dick inside Mrs. Reynolds. Images that made me horny, for Daddy, and for Mrs. Reynolds. I didn’t want them, but as Emily Dickinson once said, the heart wants what the heart wants, or in my case, my cunt wants my dad’s dick, and my mouth wants Mrs. Reynolds’ cunt. Nasty thoughts, horrible thoughts, I didn’t want to want this, but I couldn’t unsee the video. Or could I? Attachment theory says that if you need to break one attachment, reattach to something different, similar but different. That might work.
My hand trembled, my vagina leaked, my nipples pressed against my shirt and hurt, but I double-clicked the former most recently played video, which had two younger adults, not Dad, not Mom, not Mrs. Reynolds on the thumbnail picture.
It opened to the two in a deep, passionate kiss, obviously in love, and in passion, the two rolled around on a bed, naked, they looked in their late teens or early twenties. They both had long limbs, his more muscular, hers more tanned. He kissed down her neck, over her firm breasts, down her stomach, and buried his face between her legs.
The video did the trick as it replaced the images of Dad, Mom, and Mrs. Reynolds with these two sexy teens. My heart fluttered, and I undid my pants to get access to my moist vulva, clit, and vagina. In frustration at the slowness, I pulled down one leg of my pants, pulled my panties to the side, shoved a finger up my vagina, and rubbed my rough G-spot. I groaned in time with her groans as he ate her out.
I pulled my tight top up to free my oversized breasts, and squeezed them as she squeezed her breasts on the film. She moaned ... I moaned ... She arched her back ... I arched my back.
She shuddered with an orgasm, and I had my orgasm, finally, after too many days of pent-up sexual frustration. I screamed while she screamed, but while he moved to fuck her, I just collapsed on the couch and watched.
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