My Landlady and Her Bombshell Daughter

My name was Anthony Melton, and I was still single despite being in my late 30s. I didn't have a wife or a girlfriend to keep me company, and I felt very lonely every day.

I was renting a small bedroom from Irene Hogan, who was slightly older than me, and I worked a job as a pizza delivery guy in the city.

Irene was a woman who had divorced her ex-husband after he cheated on her; he left the house to her and their daughter, Meredith Lowe. Irene raised Meredith alone while working full-time in a low-level office job, but she struggled to make ends meet.

So, she had no choice but to rent out her second bedroom to get by every month.

I felt like I'd struck gold as soon as I moved into this house. Irene remained shapely and attractive for her age, and Meredith was just as curvy—if not more so—than her mother.

On top of that, Meredith was also a college dropout and stayed home most of the day, wandering around the house in her very cropped tops and very short shorts.

She reminded me of the young women in adult films—innocent-looking despite her voluptuous chest, which seemed ready to burst from her clothes.

Had Irene not locked her up at home, I reckon she would actually turn to prostitution and sell her body for money. After all, she barely knew much about society, and she didn't really have any other talents other than having a really great body.

Ultimately, Meredith just spent her days gaming at home, occasionally hanging out and playing pool with some of the neighborhood troublemakers.

As for me, I delivered pizzas during the day and came home at night to live with this mother-daughter pair.

Their washed bras, stockings, and underwear would usually be hanging out on the balcony to dry, and I would go over, take a good look at them, and sometimes even sniff them occasionally.

This felt a lot better than pretending to be Irene's husband or the man of the house. After all, her husband would never dare to think such lewd thoughts of his own daughter. But I could always "borrow" Meredith's underwear whenever she wasn't looking, and use it to help me jerk off.

Young women living in big cities like her were just so young and supple. She had beautiful skin, and even her dirty, soiled clothes and underwear carried an unexpectedly pleasant scent.

Irene was nice to me, too. We usually ate dinner together at the dining table. I would help out with the house chores from time to time, cleaning and washing the dishes, and we sort of functioned like a small family of three.

I bet that Irene definitely didn't know that I had such a lewd, perverted hobby of sniffing and jerking off to their underwear despite looking and behaving like an absolute gentleman.

…

The weather was getting very hot, and Meredith started wearing very light clothing at home. She would appear in silk pajamas so thin and sheer that anyone could immediately see right through the fabric and know what color underwear she was wearing.

I had been single for far too long, and seeing such an alluring sight at home ignited a burning desire within me.

I really wanted to know what it would be like to have a taste of someone as young and delicious as her.

The opportunity arrived very soon after that.

One day, it was pouring heavily, and most of the roads were flooded, so I left work early and went home. However, I had only just changed out of my work uniform when the thunderstorm blew a fuse, plunging the entire house into darkness.

Just then, I felt something soft and warm colliding into my arms. Two soft, fleshy mounds pressed against my chest, and it smelled sweet and tender.

I couldn't resist reaching out and embracing the person in my arms.

Her body was very soft and delicate, and I knew at once that this had to be Meredith. She kept burrowing closer to her, pressing her lower abdomen against mine, sending jolts of electricity all over my body. Everywhere tingled, and it got unexceptionally hot down there, too.

I really wanted nothing more than to lift her onto my manhood and thrust deeply into her.

However, I was worried that Irene would be home too, and I would be done for if she ever caught us like that.

So I could only force myself to suppress my desires and tried to push Meredith away.

"You got the wrong person, Merry. I'm not your Mom. I'm Tony."

I didn't think that she would ignore that and instead hug me even tighter than before.

She seemed like she was desperate for a man's arms around her as she buried her head into my chest and clung tightly to me like chewed gum.

Young women her age often craved affection, especially Meredith, who was raised in a single-parent household and lacked a father figure growing up. That was why she was so attached to men.

Even though I enjoyed the sensation on my body, I was still worried that Irene would catch us like that. What if she caught us red-handed and kicked me out of the house?

"Don't do this, Merry. It would be terrible if your mom walked in on us like this."

Meredith just answered timidly, "No, please, Tony. Mom's not home tonight. And the thunder is really, really scary!"

Wait, Irene wasn't home? That was certainly good news for me.

I hugged Meredith tightly and pressed my burning crotch against her lower abdomen, and it felt simply incredible. I dreamed of myself eating her up every night, and finally, my wish was coming true that night.

She seemed like she was enjoying this, too. She swayed slightly on her feet and adjusted her posture.

The way she moved her body against mine was too good to be true. The friction of my throbbing wood against her body made me see stars, and I got hard almost instantly.

Meredith seemed to realize something was amiss, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she spread her legs open and let a soft mewl escape from the depths of her throat.

"Mmh… Tony…"

I was ecstatic. She had probably never had a man touch her there like that before. This was most probably her first time. I deliberately began removing my lower body, enjoying the thrill and pleasure that the friction gave me.