My landlady, Irene Hogan, is a divorced woman who still oozes sex appeal for someone her age. Her daughter, Meredith Lowe, is extremely blessed when it comes to her feminine assets.

We live under the same roof. One stormy night, as I lie in my bed, I take out the pair of pink panties belonging to Meredith so that I can have fun jerking off to it.

To my shock, Meredith opens the door to my room immediately. She just stares at me while clad in a pair of thin pajamas.

For a moment, I'm shocked beyond my wits, thinking that Meredith has caught me red-handed for stealing her panties.

But she tells me, "Mr. Melton, the storm is really scary tonight. My mom's not home at the moment, so can I spend the night with you here?"

As I stare at the tiny contours in her pajama pants, I realize that I don't need Meredith's panties at all. So, I flip open my covers.

"Come sleep with me on my bed, Meredith."

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.

The pleasure didn't last for long. The power came back on a short while later, flooding the entire house with bright lights.

When Meredith realized how close we were standing, she blushed hard and looked at me in deep embarrassment before slipping out of my arms.

I still wanted more of her, but I had no other choice but to suppress my desires.

"Sorry about that, Tony. I've just always been afraid of thunderstorms since I was a child, and it was too dark in the room… I was really too scared to stay by myself."

"It's alright. I'm here. You don't have to be afraid," I said, patting her on her back. "By the way, what's your mom doing out during a thunderstorm like this?"

Meredith pouted and said, "I don't know either. Maybe she's out on a business trip or something."

After that, she went back to her room and fell asleep.

I was tired after working the entire day and decided to take a relaxing shower in the bathroom.

Meredith's white undies were lying on the porcelain sink again, and it looked like a soiled pair she'd just changed out of that day. I picked it up and took a long sniff. It still smelled exactly like how I remembered.

However, I'd just had a tiny taste of what it was like to really hold her in my arms, and I wasn't content with just sniffing her underwear anymore.

The heat spread from within my body, making me feel warm and bothered all over. I turned on the water and grabbed the showerhead, meaning to calm myself down.

But as soon as I grabbed the showerhead, I realized that there was a sticky substance on it that clung to my fingers. I held it under my nose and gave it a good whiff.

It smelled exactly like Meredith's underwear did!

My brain went blank for a moment as I stood there, unable to believe my eyes.

Was Meredith really that desperate for a man to satisfy her? How brazen she was for using the showerhead like that when Irene wasn't around!

She was about 18, so it was only natural that she would be curious about her body and explore different ways to seek pleasure.

And since Irene wasn't home that night, didn't that just give me the perfect chance after all?

At that thought, a surge of excitement welled up inside me, and I was rock-hard in an instant. When I was finally done with the shower, I pulled on a baggy pair of sweats, and my hard-on was very visible through the fabric, presenting itself as a tent.

I got out of the bathroom and saw Meredith watching TV in the living room. She then fixed her gaze on my tent, her expression tinged with curiosity.

I walked up to her and said, "You should go back to your room. If the thunder strikes again, and the power goes out again, you're going to get a fright if you remain here."

I stood right in front of her, acting as though I was unintentionally bringing my tent closer to her mouth.

Meredith's face was as red as a beet. It was also obvious that her breathing was getting quicker and heavier.

This was interesting. I could tell that she was just as lustful as Irene. Like mother, like daughter. But that was just good news for me!

A short while later, Meredith turned off the TV and went back to her room. I watched her close her room door and suddenly felt a rush of regret.

What the hell? Why did I even bother acting like a good person the entire time? How was I supposed to seduce her again now that she was back in her room? I couldn't possibly barge into her room, could I?

I went back to my own room rather frustratedly and lay down in bed. I stared at the massive tent in my pants and felt as though my insides were on fire.

I really wanted to just grab her by the waist and thrust myself right into her core!

However, the feeling just wouldn't go away, and it felt as though my bones were crawling with fire ants as they burrowed into my flesh, making me hot and bothered.

Just then, there was a flash of lightning outside the window, followed by a loud crack of thunder. It began pouring outside as well.

Meredith was scared to be left by herself and knocked on my door before letting herself in.

She stood at the door, wearing her thin nightgown, and I could see the dark areolas of her nipples through the thin fabric.

"I'm scared, Tony. Can I sleep with you in your room instead?"

I was overjoyed. I'd just been dreaming about her body a while ago, and now, she was offering herself to me on a silver platter.

I tugged my blankets aside eagerly and patted on the space next to me.

"Come inside my blankets."

She crawled in and snuggled herself close to me.

Her nightgown was so thin that I could feel her warm skin pressed up against mine. She was very soft and warm, and very supple too.

There was another bolt of lightning and a clap of thunder outside the window, and then the lights in the house went out once again.

Meredith got such a fright that she threw herself over my body at once.

"Tony! I'm scared of the dark! Save me," she sobbed.

When she threw herself on me, she landed precisely so that my erection slid right in between her inner thighs.

The warmth of her body enveloped my manhood at once, and I felt as though all of the cells in my body were about to combust.

I hugged her tightly in my arms and braced my legs as I pressed my lower half against her.

She let out a soft moan and felt herself getting warmer. She asked, "There's a stick poking into me down there, Tony… It's making me tingly all over…"

How could a young woman her age still not know anything about sex? Judging from the way she put it, I knew that she wanted me to give it to her, but she was just too shy to ask for it straightaway.

So, I yanked my sweats off and pressed my hot, throbbing manhood against her inner thighs.

Meredith succumbed at once, her body falling limp. She stopped resisting me and even began speaking to me in a voice filled with seductive allure.

"What does it really feel like, Tony?"

I lifted the hem of her nightgown and realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear. So, I pressed my tip against her entrance and asked, "Wanna find out? Let me show you what it's like."