It was, of course, impossible not to talk to my neighbours, even if I had licked her pussy. Even if he had sucked my load and swallowed it, how could I not? It wasn't like I'd not been a willing partner in both of those. I'd not been forced and I can't deny my orgasm.
Even so, it was a little awkward when I met him next time, I was walking passed as he was washing his daughter's car, pretty normal stuff. I stopped to chat, as usual, but it felt different and I wasn't sure how to deal with the change. I'd known this guy for years, but we both knew he'd sucked me off, while the taste of his wife's pussy was was still in my mouth.
It was a bit like the elephant in the room, awkward, impossible to ignore, but undeniably enjoyed by all involved. He told me his wife was out shopping, getting some things before they went away for a week. I wasn't going to get a look at her now for sure, wasn't the right time anyway, his daughter was in the house.
He was telling me about the mods he'd done on her car and a new polish he'd used on it. We moved into his garage so he could show me what he'd bought.
"So you liked my wife's tits then, they worth waiting for?" he whispered.
I just smiled and nodded, I could feel the tension in the moment just go.
"They are nice, but as you probably noticed, my preferences have changed over the years." Whispering again, not wanting his daughter to hear.
He told me they'd talked about it, a lot, and if I wanted to fuck her that'd be fine. He'd be there of course to see it and wondered if I was interested.
Of course, I was interested, I'd love to fuck her. His hand moved between my legs, squeezing my hardening bulge. The thought of fucking her was having the effect he wanted. His fingers teased my shaft as he let the thought grow in my head.
"Fuck her tits if you want, shoot your load between them. She'd love the attention and I'll lick your cum up off them and your cock."
His hand slid down my pants, gripping my hard cock as he wanked me in his garage. He dropped to his knees, rolling my pants down, my cock held firmly in his hands as he stroked me hard and fast.
"Or cum in her big fat ass if you like? Fill her up for me so I can lick your cum out of her, we'd both love that. Love to see your shaven cock inside her, or my mouth."
His narrative stopped there as he wrapped his lips around my cock. His head bobbed back and too as I thought of the possibilities ahead. My balls were in his hand as he teased them, trying to milk me into his mouth again. It didn't take long before he got the cum load he wanted down his throat. Swallowing me in one gulp and leaving me drained and cleaned. He stood up, smiling, as if this was perfectly normal.
"Anyway, better be getting on, we leave in three hours."
I pulled my pants up and wondered what the fuck had just happened. The promise of getting her again just seemed to make sense of everything else, though, as I turned and left, my balls empty. I couldn't deny my orgasm, that's for certain. I got the feeling he'd be going on holiday happy, but would he tell her everything?
I saw them drive off, it was a strange feeling knowing my cum was still in his stomach. I doubted they'd fuck much, but hoped she'd be ready for me when they returned. If he'd told her I was up for it, a week's anticipation would not harm at all.
They'd been gone four days when I saw their daughter. She'd managed to take the wheel off her car but was struggling to get it back on. Her hands were filthy and the sweat was rolling off her brow as she fought with the wheel. She was only twenty and slender, no wonder she was struggling. I instinctively went over to help, but she was cold and indifferent to me.
I lifted the wheel as she threaded the first bolt. With the weight released, she was able to fit the rest easily. The jack was lowered, job done, not a word of gratitude. She carried the jack into the garage as I followed her, asking what was the matter with her. A tirade of abuse came my way, quietly in case anyone was about but with anger.
" I saw my dad sucking your fucking cock the other day, in this very garage. I knew he liked cock, he's shit at clearing out his history. I never expected to see him though, and with you of all people. I knew he and mom weren't having sex too, she told me and I found her vibrators she was fucking herself with."
I couldn't deny it, she'd seen it. She walked out of the garage, and back into the house, I followed her. She'd seen a part of it, and I decided to tell it all. I told her how I got hard looking at her mum's tits. How she straddled my face as I licked her pussy and how she'd cum as I licked her. I told her about how her mum had watched as her dad sucked me off.
She stood silently, listening to all I'd told her with no emotion. I looked at her, younger, smaller version of her mother. Small breasts, and curvy hips, but facially her mother's daughter. She responded calmly to what I'd said.
"Yeah, she does have great tits, better than mine, and at least they're getting some love now. My boyfriend doesn't give oral, happy to receive though. He tells me he's got a pee phobia, scared I might piss on him, I think that's just an excuse,"
She walked up to me, slapping my face hard with her dusty hands. I looked at her angrily, what the fuck did she do that for? My mood soon improved though.