Welcome To The Neighbourhood 5

My first attempt at erotica, I'd love any feedback or suggestions of where things could go.

Everyone depicted is of course over 18.

Welcome to the Neighbourhood.

It was a chance for a fresh start, an opportunity for my son Jake to get out of trouble and make something of himself. I wouldn't have guessed it would be me making something of him.

I knew It was Jake's last chance after he had been expelled for a third time. This time for drug dealing. He was lucky the police hadn't been involved. He, of course, was ecstatic; Jake just wanted to play video games, chase girls, and get up to no good. College got in the way of that.

I knew if things went on as they were, my son's life would continue to spiral out of control. I could not let that happen.

It took a while, but I eventually found another school that would take him, it was in a new town, but I knew for the sake of my son I had to move.

He hated the idea; there was screaming and slammed doors. He even went missing for a few days, but he had no choice with no money and no job.

So we moved.

It was a perfect little town. Perfect lawns and friendly neighbours, everyone smiled and waved. The air seemed much fresher than in the city. I could still work as a web designer from home, and I hoped that my son would finally grow up in a new environment, away from the dark sides of the big city.

It had been a few days, and I had finally finished unpacking. The phone rang as I was stood out on the porch.

'Hello, is this Mr Cooper? Jake's father?'

'Hi, yes, this is Mike. How can I help?'

'Hi Mike, this is James, your son's teacher. I'm afraid there has been a bit of a problem, do you mind coming into the college?'

I sighed; it had only taken Jake three days to get into trouble.

'Yes... yes, of course.'

My imagination ran wild during the drive to the college. Was it drugs again? A fight? I probably looked just like an ashamed student as I shuffled into my son's teacher's office.

James was a tall, handsome man; dark hair, and the handshake he offered was firm.

'Mr Cooper, good to see you, please take a seat.'

'Thank you, please, it's just Mike. Can I apologise before you tell me what trouble Jake has caused?'

James smiled softly.

'Mike. I'm aware of your son's history, and I can probably guess why you moved here from the city. This college has always had a good record with rehabilitation, and no student gets left behind.'

I sighed.

'Well, going by the fact I'm in your office after only three days, I'm guessing Jake might be the exception?'

'He does seem to be a particularly tricky case. When he does show up for class, his behaviour has been disruptive to put it lightly. We've had to keep him away from the other students.'

'I... just don't know what to do with him. He has been getting worse instead of better... I've tried everything at this point.'

'Maybe not everything, as I said this college has a reputation for helping parents in just your position. I tell you what, why don't you come over for dinner tonight? You can meet my wife and daughter'.

I was a little dumbstruck, I was expecting him to be telling me that my son was getting kicked out of college, not that he wanted to invite me to his house.

'I-'

'We went through something similar with our kid a few years ago, and it's a long story that will be much easier to tell with wine.' James smiled again, a fine handsome smile.

'Yeah... Yeah, that does make sense. I definitely need advice on what to do with Jake'.

So, it was settled. I left James's office a little confused but relieved that Jake hadn't been expelled again.

I had not gotten dressed to go out in the years since my wife died. I was lucky my swimmer's physique had not yet faded; looking in the mirror in my shirt and jacket, I had to admit I cut I good figure still.

I left dinner in the fridge with a note for Jake, I doubted he would come home, but he would at least know where I was.

James luckily didn't live terribly far away, so I didn't have time to get even more nervous during the drive over.

His wife, Mary, greeted me at the door and took the wine I offered with a smile. She looked a little older than James, maybe in her late forties. She had a full, plump figure and a pretty face.

The dinner was good, Mary was a warm and friendly host, but try as I might, I couldn't get James to talk about my son's schooling or even how the college rehabilitated its worse students; he just laughed and told me to relax and wait until after we had eaten.

It was after we had eaten and had sat in the lounge with wine that Mary nudged her husband. 'Put the poor man out of his misery and tell him how we can help, dear.'

James playfully nudged back and cleared his throat. 'A few years ago our son was the same as yours, out of control, getting into gangs, headed for prison. It was hell for our marriage. Just like you, we thought we had tried everything, but Charlie just wouldn't change. Until that is, we moved here and changed him.'

'Changed him?' I asked.

Mary lent forward before James could reply, 'You wouldn't believe how happy she is now! And how much easier it is for us.'

'She?'

Mary looked over to her husband and smiled, he squeezed her knee in return.

'You're probably a little bit confused' James laughed.

I let out a breath, glad James had noticed how bewildered I was. 'You could say that.'

Mary smiled again; she looked proud. 'Charlotte is just perfect, we sacrificed so much for her, and now she is finally giving back to us. Why don't we show Mike exactly what we mean, dear?

Before I could answer, James, reached into his pocket and retrieved a small bell. It let out a chime as he rang it. Nothing happened for a moment. I thought about politely asking to leave. Maybe this town was a little too strange to think about staying. Before I could open my mouth, however, I heard the clacking of high heels coming down the stairs.

She was stunning.

Stood in the lounge doorway, the maid uniform she was wearing hugged her curves, her hips' wide flair, and distinctly large breasts. She wasn't very tall; even in heels, she couldn't have been over 5'5. My eyes ran over her up and down. I could feel my trousers getting tighter.

'This is Charlotte.' I heard Mary say, interrupting my ogling. 'Say hello to Mr Cooper, Charlotte'.

'Hello, Mr Cooper.' Her voice was soft. She looked to the floor as she spoke. A red blush crept up her cheeks.

'Good girl.' Mary praised, 'I apologise, Mike, she isn't used to visitors, but as you can see, she is a long way from the hellraiser she used to be.'

'I... ' I was stuttering, unable to take my eyes off the beautiful young maid in front of me. I heard James laugh.

'It's quite alright, Mike, take your time. Then you can ask any questions.'

'How...? why?' I hadn't entirely regained my senses.

'Well, I think you know why Mike, you've been through so much with Jake, sacrificed so much just for him to throw it all back in your face, is this not better? She was just like Jake, but she serves us now, and everyone is so much happier for it. As for how that's a little more involved. Charlotte dear, why don't you step forward? I think Mr Cooper wants a closer look at you.'

I looked back at him sharply. Again I heard the click of heels as Charlotte moved towards me. I could smell her perfume.

'Go ahead, Mike, touch her.'

I couldn't believe it. Here I was in my son's teachers living room, with him telling me to touch his scantily dressed daughter. His wife was even sat next to him, watching intently.

Charlotte was even redder now. She shifted nervously from one heeled foot to the other. I noticed her white socks had tiny pink hearts across them. I reached out and touched her blonde hair. She let out a breath as a curl ran through my fingers. As my hand lowered to brushed past her soft cheek, she opened her mouth in an 'o'.

'Charlotte dear, give Mr Cooper a twirl. Let him see all of you.' Mary said encouragingly. She had stood up now.

Charlotte, without question, began to turn, hands holding the hem of her short skirt. With her back to me, I could see why, even when pulling, her large ass was barely hidden.

'That's a good girl.' Mary cooed, 'I trust all the chores have been done?'

Charlotte suddenly straightened as if called to attention. 'Yes mummy, all the cleaning and laundry, I've finished my homework for today and finished my training.'

'Well, that's good to hear, we wouldn't want to punish you in front of a guest. There is one chore I know you haven't completed yet, however.'

Charlotte was silent.

'Don't make me ask. Yes, I'm perfectly aware we have company. That doesn't mean you don't have to do your chores.'

Charlotte nodded 'Yes, mummy.'

I was sat still as a statue, unable to rip my eyes from Charlotte as she walked over to her father and knelt in front of him. Her hands went to his belt buckle. Mary refilled my wine before sitting next to me. 'She really is very obedient.'

James had removed his trousers now and was sat waiting, legs spread.

Charlotte sat on her knees and, with delicate fingers, placed her fathers cock on her face; not yet fully hard, it still ran from her mouth to her forehead, two large balls sitting on her chin.

'Please, daddy, may I suck your cock?' Her voice quivered slightly. James looked down at her and nodded. Charlotte slowly began licking her way up her father's shaft before taking its tip in her mouth. With her hands clasped behind her back, she began to bob up and down, each time managing to take more cock into her mouth.

'Charlotte isn't the only one, of course. Many families in town had the same problem as we did.' Mary had to raise her voice slightly to be heard over the sounds of gagging.

'Not exactly like Charlotte.' James added between grunts, 'Mary and I have been quite conservative with her really.'

James had his legs over Charlotte's shoulders now, using his feet to lock her in place. She gagged as he pushed his cock deeper into her throat. Her hands waved in panic behind her.'Charlotte, stop struggling. I know exactly how long you can hold your breath for.'

When he finally released her, Charlotte gasped and took in large gulps of air, thick strings of saliva still connecting her to her fathers cock.

'Thank you daddy. How best can I make you cum?'

'Why don't you take your uniform off? Let Mr Cooper see all of you. Besides, we wouldn't want to make a mess of it'.

'Yes, daddy.'

Charlotte stood and pulled the maid uniform up over her head. With no bra, her heavy breasts bounced free, puffy nipples standing out. As my eyes went lower, I could see a pink chastity cage covering her cock. What did surprise me was the size of her balls. They were huge, each the size of a peach.

At this point, I couldn't hide my erection, and Mary must have seen me squirm to try and cover it. She placed a hand on my thigh. 'oh, don't worry about that Mike, would you like Charlotte to take care of it?'

'Oh, I really don't think-'

'Go on, Mike, it would be good practice for her, and it would earn her a reward.'

On the mention of a reward, I saw Charlotte's eyes widen. 'Please let me serve you, Mr Cooper, sir.'

'Umm ok.'

As she had done with James, Charlotte moved to kneel at my feet, her hands making quick work of my belt. Before long, she had placed my cock on her face.

'May I please suck your cock, Mr Cooper?'

I was pretty sure I knew what to say at this point, 'Yes you may, Charlotte.'

I groaned as she took me into her mouth, between my precum and her freshly fucked face; the blowjob was immediately sloppy, drool running down her face. Her warm mouth and thick lips quickly had me moaning.

James had dressed again. He pulled a small key out of his pocket and moved behind Charlotte to unlock her chastity cage. As he did, I felt her moan around my cock.

'Charlotte is hardly ever out of chastity, so this is a bit of a special treat.' Mary said, she was now using her hand to guide her daughter's head, making sure each stroke was long and deep.

I heard James spit into his hand, and I could see him start to move his arm up and down, I wasn't at the right angle to see but guessing by how long those strokes were, Charlotte's cock had to be huge.

Charlotte was moaning freely now and making a satisfying 'glark' as she took my cock balls deep in her throat. Mary cooed encouragement.

As Jame's increased his pace I could see Charlotte's eyes cross in pleasure. Seeing her lose herself pushed me over the edge. 'I'm going to cum...' as soon as the words had left my mouth, Mary rammed Charlotte into me, my balls slapping against her chin. I had always had a thick load, and I could see Charlotte's cheeks expand as she struggled with the amount. She gulped quickly, and as my cock left her mouth, was even quicker in running her tongue over her plump lips, making sure not to miss a drop.

James gave his daughter a hard slap on the ass, and she yelped. I saw a desperate pleading in her eyes as he let go of her cock. 'Now thank Mr Cooper Charlotte.' James instructed.

'Thank you, Mr Cooper, for such a thick warm load.'

Mary smoothed her daughter's hair out of her face. 'Go and get cleaned up, dear, you look a mess, and make sure you are back in chastity by the time your father comes upstairs to finish in your ass. You'll notice you have yet to make him cum.'

Charlotte stood, and as she did, I got my first view of her cock. It was massive. it almost reached her knees. Its thick shaft still twitched and swayed as she moved.

'Yes mummy.'

With that, she picked up her maid outfit and tottered back upstairs. I took a moment to let out a breath and pull my trousers back on. James clapped me on the shoulder. 'So, Mike, what do you think? I know we have been a little cryptic with the details. But you've seen what Charlotte is like and how much better things can be for Jake.'

'You're telling me Jake could be like this?'

'I'm telling you Jake could be anything you wanted.'