A Neighborly Affair (The finale?) - Sex Stories

A Neighborly Affair (The finale?)

With summer nearly over and college looming, I experienced a mix of emotions. Soon, both Sharon and Mrs. Collins would be out of my life, at least temporarily. I figured I'd continue to see Sharon during breaks and next summer, but Linda Collins was probably going to become only a memory since she was moving to another state.

Losing Mom to cancer had been a devastating blow, but discovering the joys of sex with both a middle-aged horny neighbor and a nineteen-year-old ex-gymnast had tempered the pain in many ways. Dad and I slowly recovered, but I still worried about him. He tried to erase the pain through eating and drinking, and his health took a turn for the worse.

My time with Linda Collins had come to a slow trickle. The maintenance of her house and yard work was up to par and her house was for sale in preparation for her move. Of course, this meant that sex with her had been reduced to less than a trickle. After the three-way with her and Sharon, I hadn't seen or heard from her. To make matters worse, Sharon had been tied up, or so she said, and I had only talked to her briefly on the phone. During that time, the only thing between me and celibacy was my right hand.

But the hiatus from sex did allow me to spend more time with Dad before heading off to junior college. We had some heart-to-heart talks, and he promised to seek some counseling. As my departure date neared, we did some serious father/son bonding.

With my encouragement, he even dated a couple of ...

... single women in his office. I was delighted to hear the sounds of primordial sex coming from his bedroom after a dinner date with one of them. I had hinted to him about the recuperative powers of sex without disclosing any personal details, and he had taken my advice to heart.

The next morning he emerged from his room with a giggling, buxom co-worker he had mentioned a time or two. After awkward introductions, we had some coffee before she excused herself to go home, but not before I sensed a look of interest in my direction.

"Nice to meet you, Sammie. I hope we can meet again sometime."

"Likewise, Ginger. Nice meeting you."

We shook hands at the door and then she took me by surprise and gave me a brief kiss on the cheek with her bright, red-painted lips. She offered her hand as a final goodbye and in the process, I felt a slip of paper transfer to my grip. As the door closed behind her, I glanced down to see a phone number written on it. My cock hardened at the possible meaning.

"Way to go, Dad!" I winked in approval when she was gone.

"Oh, hush. She was a wildcat, I admit. But she's a bit too young for me. She's not even forty. Anyway, I doubt I'll be seeing her again. But it was a fun evening, I'll admit. She did have some hooters on her, in case you didn't notice. Still, I feel a bit guilty. I kept thinking about your mother and what she would say if she could see me."

"She'd say, 'Good for you, Dan. Go for it."

Dad only smiled. I glanced again at ...