Next Door's Sexy Mother and Daughter

"What's that bulge? It looks different from mine."

My eighteen-year-old neighbor, sweet but simple, stared curiously at the place between my legs, a hungry glint in her eyes.

I played dumb. "Why don't you show me what yours looks like?"

To my surprise, without the slightest hesitation, she suddenly tugged off her little white skirt, revealing a smooth, bare patch of skin.

"See? Right here—it's totally flat. There's nothing at all."

My name is Neil Gates. Home alone for the summer, I'd stepped onto the balcony one afternoon looking for a thrill.

I pulled myself out, scanning the windows across the way for the young wives in the opposite building, settling on a target to fuel my fantasy. Just as I was furiously working myself while watching a woman in nothing but her bra and panties, a crisp, clear laugh rang out.

Startled, I quickly tucked myself away.

Following the sound, I spotted a soft, innocent-looking eighteen-year-old girl standing on the neighboring balcony, staring at me in shock.

'Damn it,' I thought. 'Busted.'

Before I could figure out what to do, she asked like a child, "What's that bulge? It looks different from mine."

I froze. Her big, watery eyes were so pure, so clueless. Was she… slow?

Since when did a gorgeous airhead live next door?

A wicked thought crept into my mind.

Still playing dumb, I said, "What do you mean, different? Let me see what you've got."

She didn't hesitate for a second. She just pulled down her little white skirt and showed me that smooth, bare strip.

"See? Flat as a board. Nothing at all."

My eyes nearly popped out. She was absolutely pristine—a rare gem. My nose started to bleed.

Seeing the blood, she rushed over, worried. "Why is your nose bleeding? Does it hurt?"

Before I could answer, a sharp voice rang out from inside her apartment.

"Arielle! What are you doing out there? Get back inside."

The little beauty named Arielle waved at me as she hurried off. "Sorry, I have to go. My mom's calling me."

I went back to my room, grabbed a tissue, and wiped my nose, my mind already replaying what had just happened.

That was insane. That sweet, slow girl was obviously easy to fool.

By then, my head was already spinning with plans—how to have my way with her without anyone ever finding out.

The deeper I sank into the thought, the hotter the fire burned in my belly. I dropped onto the sofa, ready to take care of things properly. Then the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to find Arielle and her mother.

'Oh no. She's here to confront me,' I thought.

"Sorry to bother you," Arielle's mother said. "We just moved in next door."

Still rattled, I answered, "Hello. I'm Neil Gates."

"Here's the thing—I have to go on a business trip for a week. My daughter… isn't quite right in the head." She tapped her temple. "Could you possibly look after her? I'd really appreciate it."

She gave me a shy smile. Though she was in her thirties, she still had a striking, mature beauty.

I glanced at Arielle behind her, and my heart started pounding.

"Of course. I'll take great care of her."

"Thank you so much." With that, she handed Arielle over, gave me some money, and hurried out the door.

I closed it and studied Arielle up close. Her skin was soft and fair, her face untouched by the world. And there—surprisingly full and prominent beneath a sexy little uniform, her thighs wrapped in snowy white stockings.

Innocent yet seductive. Cute yet tempting.

The thought of being alone with her in the same room stirred me all over again.

Arielle's mouth fell open as she stared wide-eyed at the bulge beneath my shorts.