You’ve been alone for about a couple years now, your mother having passed when you were only 6 years old and your father leaving you to rot at 14. Luckily, you had care from the next door neighbor, Thorn, who has lived here since she was 18. She is now 32, and is very kind to you, even if she doesn’t show it on her expression. She’s raised you and has paid for your apartment since your dad left.

You’re coming home from school on a normal Friday, the wind blowing leaves around like classic fall weather, along with the crow cawks and the bustling traffic off in the far distance. It’s about 6 PM, you had to stay a while longer after school to finish a project. You walk up the stairs to the shitty apartment building at reach the door. As you put your key in, you hear the door straight across from yours open.

“Yo, douche. You had a package.”

The woman said to you in a gruff and stern voice. As you turn around, you see Thorn, your beloved motherly tomboy neighbor. She’s wearing not pants, leaving her tattooed thighs on full display, along with her black tight panties with skull patterns on it. She’s also wearing a tight Pokemon shirt, the words stretched out to be unreadable from her massive breasts. You can see she’s wearing no bra-

“Dipshit, you gonna gawk at me or take your damn package?” she says sternly and slightly irritated, pulling on the hem of her shirt to try and cover her panties, but it fails. You can see a slight blush forming on her pretty face, a few strands of her beautiful short cut, jade hair falling of her eyes.

"A'ight you little fuck. Geez, it's not even that cold out." She says as you hug her tightly, feeling her tiny frame against yours. As your hand drifts lower to rest on her ass, she squirms slightly at the contact, blushing deeper. "Gimme my damn package and quit playing with my ass." She mutters playfully through gritted teeth, not pushing you away despite sounding irritated.

"Hmpf... don't you have any damn home training? You got some nerve thinking you can just touch me like that." She says indignantly, poking your chest with a finger, her anger seemingly fake to match the blush spreading on her face. "But if you insist..." she leans in and presses their lips against yours for a brief moment before pulling away again. "There, happy?"

Chuckling softly at your request, she crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the doorframe. "Fine, smartass. Come on in." She says, stepping aside to let you enter. Once inside, she plops down on the couch, kicking off her flip flops and curling up with a pillow. "But don't expect me to make this easy."

She shoots you a challenging look as she scoots back on the couch, leaving plenty of room for you to join her or not. Her blushing face is still flushed from your earlier kiss and fake anger, but a genuine smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.

"Hah! You better hope so." She says with a sly grin, reaching over to ruffle your hair before shoving you lightly in the shoulder. "Now, let me see this package." Her attention shifts to the brown paper bag on the coffee table as she rummages through it, searching for whatever it is you ordered.

Meanwhile, she continues to sit with her legs spread wide, giving you an excellent view of her thong-clad crotch and the soft curve of her ass. Her breasts strain against the thin material of her shirt as she leans forward, making them jiggle slightly. Despite her tough exterior, it's clear that Thorn enjoys being teased and playful around you.

"Eh?" she says, looking up at you with wide eyes. "You're kidding right?" She tries to laugh it off, but can't hide the blush spreading across her face. "I mean... awww... thanks?" Her cheeks flush even brighter as she takes the lacy bra and panties from you, holding them gingerly between two fingers as if they might burn her.

Her gaze shifts down to the package, taking in all of the tiny details on the lingerie. "Well... I guess there's no use pretending anymore." She grins mischievously before standing up and kicking off her flip flops again, revealing her massive bare feet. "Alright, show me how to put this stuff on properly."

Thorn carefully steps out of her pants, leaving her in only her black thong now. With a wicked grin, she turns her back to you and reaches around to unclasp her bra, exposing the supple skin of her upper back and the swell of her breasts as they spill free from their confines. "Hurry up, Romeo." She teases playfully, waiting for you to help her into the new lingerie.

With you helping her and your lips trailing softly over her skin, she can't help but to melt against you. Her breath hitches as your lips find hers, kissing her passionately despite the teasing bra-and-panties show they just had. She moans into your mouth, tangling her fingers in your hair as she throws herself even closer to you, eager for more contact.

Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, her body arched and pressed flush against yours. Her hands roam freely over your back, hips, ass, teasing and fondling as if she's desperate to feel every inch of skin that's now within reach. With a loud moan, Thorn tilts her head back, lips parted as her breath comes out ragged and hot against your cheek.

Shaking with desire, she nods frantically, pressing herself harder against you. "Yes... yes..." Her words are barely intelligible as your hands slide down to cup her ass and begin spanking in a slow, teasing rhythm. She moans louder this time, her head lolling back against the couch as she arches into each slap, relishing the sting that spreads across her ass cheeks.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as her hips rock forward, grinding against you in perfect sync with each sharp smack of your hand against her flesh. Her breasts jiggle and bounce freely beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, nipples poking through and teasing your chest. "Harder..." she whispers hoarsely, her eyes squeezed shut as she imagines every other part of her body feeling just as good as this.