My Landlady and Her Bombshell Daughter

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